Equestria was lost

Okay! Okay! We made it! Thank Celestia we all made it! Uh... Um, we were being chased by another group of the cre-(Static) it inside this mall. Fluttershy's checking now for any bites or scratches. I think we're (Static) -ave soon. It doesn't look safe here. There are broken windows, cracked doors..... We'll just be catching our breath, then leaving. Twilight! What Fluttershy?! I think that- (Static) was bitten!

What?! No! I'm fine, Fluttershy! I just.... must've cut my leg on some glass or something. Let me see.

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Oh, no.....

(Static)

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"So I guess we get looking for food." Caramel said.

"Okay. I'll take the first floor, you stay up here. If you see any of those creepers, then try to avoid them. But if you have to kill some, make it quiet." Butterscotch ordered. Caramel nodded and walked off. Butterscotch headed down the powerless escalator. He was slow about it. Not wanting to make any unnecessary noises.

There was a cafe towards the back entrance of the mall. Must be something there. Butterscotch stayed low while approaching. He kept himself near tables and chairs as not to make himself easily visible.

BANG!

The loud noise sent Butterscotch's head upward, cracking against the downside of one of the cafe tables.

"Shit!" He whispered as sent a hoof up to caress the back of his head. He inched his head above the table.

A creeper was leaving the cafe's kitchen area.

"Why wasn't there any food in there? I DON'T KNOW!!!" The colt had a very large hole in his side and every step he took sprayed blood onto the floor. Butterscotch pulled a small blade from his saddle bag.

"Hey!" He whispered. The colt immediately cocked his head around.

"THERE'S SOME FOOD!" He screamed. The colt broke into a sprint towards Butterscotch. Butterscotch pulled the blade back and launched it as hard as he could, planting it directly into the deranged colt's forehead. He scooted up and pried the knife out of the creature's skull.

Inside the kitchen, he saw a few dirty grills and some other broken appliances. A few feet away was a freezer door. Butterscotch grabbed a fire extinguisher off of a nearby wall and knocked the lock off the door. Inside was a massive amount of canned foods ranging from carrots to green beans. That, and a couple of frozen corpses. Why in the freezer? He wondered. Canned foods aren't even supposed to be refrigerated. Butterscotch packed his saddle bags full of the cans and reemerged from the frozen room.

"Chocolate? Are you in here?" Butterscotch quickly ducked behind a nearby counter. He again, inched his head up to get a look at who was in the room with him. Two others. A mare and a colt.

"Chocolate?" The mare called.

"Chocolate doesn't like tables. Why would he be in here?" The colt asked.

"Because he is! Me thinks he be near!" Celestia knows what goes through their heads. Butterscotch thought to himself. The two creepers were nearing the counter. Butterscotch scanned the place for the one they might be looking for. His eyes froze on the colt he killed earlier. A chocolate bar cutie mark.

"Shit." He whispered.

"Whoa! That was definitely a noise!" The mare shouted. Butterscotch pulled himself back down.

"Uh. The talking kind of noise?"

"Yeah! Do you think it was Chocolate?" She asked.

"No. Chocolate doesn't sound that girly." The colt answered. Asshole! Butterscotch thought.

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"Hey, Spindle! Look at this! Someone spilled Chocolate all over the floor!" The mare cheered.

"He's got a hole in his head..." The colt noted.

"That means...." The mare paused for a moment. "One of those 'living' things is here." Shit! Shit! Shit! Butterscotch's heart was pounding at an incredible speed.

"But, didn't we kill them?" The colt asked.

"No.... They got away. But maybe they came back."

"Maybe. I hope so! I miss Rainbow Dash. She was nice."

"Whatever..." It sounded to Butterscotch that the mare was jealous of this Rainbow character. It's funny how these mindless creatures where so alive in nature. Until, of course, something upset them.

Butterscotch removed his pistol from the holster and began to spin on the silencer. He could hear the two crazy ponies moving around. They would find him if he didn't take them out. One.... He thought. Two..... The creepers were at the counter now.

"THREE!" He shouted as he launched himself from his sitting position. Butterscotch pulled the barrel up to eye level and pulled the trigger. The colt's brains exploding from the back of his skull. He swung the gun to the left, meeting with the mare's crazed glare.

"NOO!" Someone shouted. Butterscotch's shot was interrupted by a tackle to his side. He was slammed to the ground and his pistol flung far from him.  Butterscotch reached for his machete and unsheathed the weapon. He swung it upward, toward the assailant's head, but stopped but before they connected.

"What the hell?!"

Butterscotch's attacker was very much alive. A pegasus mare with bright golden fur and yellow-orange mane. It resembled a flame.

"Spitfire! He almost shot me!" The mare cried.

"Shut up, Knick Knack!"

"Yes ma'am!" The mare sat where she was. Butterscotch's attacker turned her attention back towards him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?! You just killed two of my friends!" Butterscotch couldn't get over the fact that a living mare is siding with one of those dead, flesh eaters.

"I don't understand." He began. "They almost killed me. I was just defending myself."

"Yeah! But you could've just knocked them back or something! You didn't have to kill them!"

"I killed a couple of creepers. What's the big deal?" The golden pegasus mare picked Butterscotch up by his throat and slammed him into the wall. She cocked her hoof back, ready to launch it forward into his waiting face.

"Wh- what are you?!" Butterscotch managed to get out.

"I'm different." His world went black.

"Dad!" The voice sound as if it were a mile away. "Dad! What happened!" Butterscotch fully awakened. He could taste nothing but copper. As he felt around with his tongue, he noticed he was missing a tooth.

"Dad! Are you alright? What happened?"

"Bit-" He answered drowsily. "Bit- Bitch.... Bitch knocked my molar out...."

"Who?" Caramel asked.

"I did!" Butterscotch's antagonist was leaning up against a wall nearby. She was tossing a golden something up in the air and  catching it. "By the way. This is a real nice shiny tooth ya got! Well, I got it now!"

"Give it back, bitch!" Butterscotch yelled through a mouth full of blood.

"Nah, I think I'll keep it. When you where knocked out, I saw this in the back of your mouth." She teased, waving the tooth around. "So, I decided to rip it out of your skull!" Caramel pulled a revolver out on the thief.

"Give my dad's tooth back, then get the hell out of here!" The mare only laughed.

"I can get over there and kill you before you even pull the trigger."

"Prove it." Caramel countered. The mare's smile faded.

"Alright." Caramel didn't have time to blink before the mare moved. She was out of sight in less than a second, and before Caramel knew it, the mare was behind her. Caramel tried to swing at her, but the mare caught Caramel's hoof in her own. Then spun the revolver around and planted the barrel into Caramel's cheek.

"LET HER GO!" Butterscotch screamed. He had stood himself up and had his gun aimed at the mare's face.

"Please." She began. "You think you can shoot me? The second the bullet leaves the barrel, I'll have her head in it's path." Butterscotch kept his stance for a moment, but then slowly backed down, placing his gun on the ground.

"Okay. I put my gun down. Now let her go." The mare obliged, tossing Caramel into her father.

"Thanks." He said. "Can I get my tooth back?" The mare thought for a moment.

"How about a deal?" She asked. "Knick Knack!" The creeper pony from earlier ran around a corner and stopped beside the golden pegasus mare.

"Yeah, Spitfire?" I guess that's her name. Butterscotch thought. I thought I heard someone call her that earlier.

"Go get that thing I found a while ago." The creeper left without a word.

"What thing would that be?" Butterscotch asked.

"Well, when you were knocked out, I also looked through your bag. I didn't find much but I did see that you had one or two of those digital recorders."

"Yeah, so?" He asked.

"Well, I found one in here. Now, you can have it, but it'l cost ya." Spitfire held the tooth at eye level. Butterscotch groaned, both from the fact that he'd have to give up his molar, and from the soreness in his jaw. He unzipped his saddle bags and checked inside. Both recordings were still in there.

"Fine. Keep it. I'll trade it for the recording." Spitfire smiled. The creeper pony rounded the corner once again with the tape balanced on her head.

"Here you go! Fresh from the oven!" Hopefully not.

"Alright. One tape for one golden tooth. Enjoy." Spitfire tossed Butterscotch the tape. "Nice doing business with you." She teased as she flew off. The creeper stared at them for a bit, then ran off after Spitfire.

"I sure hope you don't have to get anymore teeth ripped out." Caramel joked.

"You and me both." Her father agreed.