The Equestrian Dead

"I'm not sure how long more I can take this..."

Shining Armor moved to comfort Cadence. The two were alone at the top of Canterlot's watchtower on a flat balcony, secluded from the carnage below. They had to remain there, since the two provided Canterlot with a magical field that dispelled the evil.At times the burden was too great for one pony and so the other took over. It wasn't easy, but their role was all that kept Canterlot at least somewhat safe.

"Don't worry dear." Shining coaxed, "I'll take my shift."

Cadence nodded, weary from the strains of her magical abilities, and went inside the tower, sleeping in a bed. The switch was seamless, since even one second of the field being down opened the possibility for the evil to seep in. Where Shining Armor stood he could see all of Equestria, and the Hell it had become. He remained like this until, to his surprise, he spotted a dash of color down below. Straining his eyes he realized it was Applejack, Spike, and a few others he did not know. He was so excited he shouted in joy. He was so excited in fact that he did not realize that during that outburts, the shield's defenses were down for about two seconds.

This was enough for The Evil to seep in. It crawled through the air silently behind him, into Cadence's room. Shining did not realize until he heard an ear piercing shriek. He spun around, "C-c-cadence?!" he cried out. Knowing he cannot abandon his duty, he trotted backwards to her room, shields still up. When inside, he tilted his head back to se her.

"A-are you...alright?" he trembled. He only saw Cadence on the floor face down. No response. Shining knelt down to see her, finally deciding to risk the shields being down. His logic was that if The Evil already broke in, there's no use preventing it. He ran his hoof through her mane, once again calling her name. Cadence groaned, and she slowly tilted her head up. Coming out of her mouth was black bile, her skin was flaky and cracked, her mane a dark mess all over her face. Shining jumped back fearing the worst. He looked to his left and saw a hatchet, swiftly picking it up with his magic. He inched closer to her.

"No..." he muttered, "You haven't..." he cried. Cadence glared deep into her eyes. Her eyes were not like the others. They were normal but quickly becoming discolored. She had the strength to say only two words, "H-h-help...m-me...." before vomiting more blood and bile. Shining cried in fear only for it to be drained by shrieks outside on the castle grounds. Shining ran outside to the edge of the balcolny and saw in horror that a wave of Deadites were piling into the defenseless Canterlot and a red and black vortex above him around the castle.

Securing the hatchet in his mouth Shining used magic to lift Cadence into the air as he ran down the stairs to the castle's back entrance. "It's safer there than up here!" he called out to his wife, who was shaking, pulsating, and groaning as her stomach became a discolored dark blue. Running down the castle's stairs Shining Armor heard the shrieks and callings for help. He bitterly shouted that he can't and continued downwards. He finally made it to the back entrance, where a heavily barricaded and large door was his only barricade. He sat Cadence on the floor, keeping a worried expression on her. She was now unconscious, but heavily breathing.

Shining Armor collapsed and vomited before getting a hold of himself and levitating the hatchet over his once beautiful wife. Cadence was now white, black, and blue. Her eyes watering and pus gushing from her open sores. Her stomach most of all looked revolting. It shook and pulsated and Shining could hear a faint groan. He prepared to do the unthinkable, murder his beloved wife. The hatchet was lifted to the air, a look of paranoid determination on his face. The last he saw on Cadence's face was a total transformation, a grin that crossed her entire face, bulging dark eyes, and pale peeling skin. Her entire head was shaking of unsustainable laughter. The room shook with Shining Armor's cries of agony while he forced the hatchet down on Cadence's neck, decapitating her. A geyser of black and pasty blood flowed out of the stump and Cadence's laughter died away in a hiss. Wiping the bile and blood from his eyes, Shining Armor tried to stand to make a last defense but could not lift himself away from the rotting corpse beside him.

He eyed one final time and stood up in horror as small undeveloped claws were slowly cutting through Cadence's stomach and a warped and hideously unbearable wail came from inside. The stomach was torn open and laying inside of a bundle of organs was a fetal Deadite. The Evil planted it inside her and so there was no womb to protect it. It killed Cadence from her inside. It looked up at Shining and spat a yellow paste at his face laughing its head off. Growling with fury, Shining lifted the monstrosity into the air with magic and threw it against a wall. It screamed and landed on the floor with a smush. It held its claws up in the air, looking for a grasp or hold of any kind. Its hind legs had snapped at the knee and bone showed through its skin. Ignoring the seemingly harmless wails, Shining stood and headed to it, determined to avenge his wife. His hoof swung up into the air and cracked down upon the Deadite's skull. The cries died and the only noise came from the Deadites outside.

Shining Armor lifted his hoof and flung the gore off of it. He looked down at the creamed fetus and then back at Cadence. Crying, he lifted what was left of the little devil and limped back to Cadence's corpse and head, slouching back onto the floor, stroking the unborn colt and dead lover, unable to cry and only weep and groan. His eyes closed and, for once, he felt at peace. This peace ended with the sound of a low chuckling. Shining Armor turned his head to look at Cadence's head on the floor, and his eyes widened with fear and shock. She was alive, or, dead. It didn't matter anyways, point is, she was gone, and only a monstrous Deadite remained. She stared deep into Shining's eyes, her grinning chuckle shaking her head on the floor.

Long and dark tentacles grew out of her neck stump and hoisted her head up to meet Shining Armor's. They attached themselves to her limp body and so Cadence sprung up, head attached once more. She pinned Shining Armor with magic to the wall, unable to free himself of her grasp. He cried in horror as Cadence opened her mouth, which had been elongated across her entire head and practically cut it in two halves. Sharp teeth hidden before showed themselves, rotting away in her massive jaw.

"Kiss me big colt!" she hollered and thrust her putrid jagged mouth over Shining Armor's, not quite kissing him. It was more of a sucking motion to his lips. Sure enough, she was pumping dark and revolting bile and other bodily fluids down his throat. He shook and tried to break away but struggling only worsened the agony. There was so much fluid being forced down his throat that it started to trickle from his ears, nose, and eyes. The entire "kiss" Cadence was laughing, her laugh gargled and distorted by the pumping of the fluid.

From outside, Shining noticed that the Deadite screams were replaced by loud gunfire. From the barricaded door, a metallic hoof burst through. This was followed by gunfire directed towards the door until it finally gave way. In strode Applejack, Trixie, Time Turner, Spike, and a limping Octavia, still recovering from a previous accident. They all groaned at the ghastly sight of Shining and Cadence while the Deadite Cadence stopped the kiss and turned to face these ponies. Shining Armor, free at last yet weak from the unholy fluids, threw Cadence to the floor where her head once again hung on tentacles barley attached to her body. He groaned in pain and collapsed, hooves wrapped around his stomach.

Applejack ordered Tim Turner to drive a sword into Cadence's head while the rest of the group focused on ripping and mutilating her body apart, in case she tried to return. Applejack herself ran to Shining Armor's aid.

"Wh-what are you...doin-ugh..." whimpered Shining Armor. Applejack found it hard to explain.

"Shinin'...these...'things', they're not ponies anymore. Ya gotta know that by now. This...evil, it eats away at the soul. We, we gotta make sure, it won't come back..."

Shining Armor, still hunched on the floor in pain, looked into Applejack's eyes, "Applejack...Is...isTwili-" but could not finish the sentence since he chocked at the very idea. Applejack, eyes full of sorrow, gave a shake of her head. His sorrow replaced by rage, Shining Armor attempted to stand but buckled back to the ground. Meanwhile, with one final hatchet swing, Trixie finished hacking Cadence's body to pieces, dropped the bloody tool, and ran to Shining Armor panic-stricken.

"And the spells?! Time travel spells? To go back, WHAT OF THEM?!"

Weakly, Shining replied, "Don't be-gah...afraid. We moved the magic...scrolls to what we thought was the-ugh, safest place possible..." he spat out some black blood, "The throne room....I can lead you..but..." He stood up, "W-well, I can't...talk about it..."

"Wait wait wait." questioned Applejack, "Where ARE the Princesses...?" and the others agreed to her demand in unison. Shining Armor looked up at the ponies and Spike standing over him. Defeat in his eyes, he confessed, "They've...Well, we know Celestia has...fallen...to the Evil...That's why...the royal guard is all here... To-gah, protect..." Mortified, Applejack, Time Turner, and Octavia stepped back while Trixie was losing her patience and Spike trembled.

Now Shining Armor could stand, weakly. "Don't think I won't help you..." he said, "Of course I can help. I'm going to die, die like every other pony here. I can feel it, just, eating away inside me. At least I can die in peace knowing I helped you solve all of this..."

His horn started to glow faintly. "Now please," he asked, "What is Canterlot like outside now...?" Cleaning blood off of his face, Time Turner responded, "Tartarus froze over..."

Octavia trembled, "Everypony.....die...die...we all...die..."

Shining Armor sighed and his horn ceased glowing. "Well," he said defeated, "I'm afraid I can't just, you know, warp us all into the throne room. That's way to much risk. And you say outside is even worse? I guess the Royal Guard finally fell? i don't know. We can either go through Tartarus to reach the throne room and somehow sneak in, or just teleport in, risking detection..."

Octavia was terrified by this idea, "Oh, no, please. N-not out there again..." For once, Trixie agreed with her.

"Well, Shinin'. How bad is she? Poor Luna and Celestia..." remorsed Applejack.

"None of us have any clue. We barricaded the room at the first sign of possession some many months ago. I don't know. The sense of time seems all a waste now in this Tartarus."

Applejack sighed and bent her head down thinking. Finally, she came to a conclusion. She decided the group's best bet was to be teleported inside the throne room. Shining Armor, weak but still able to do magic, gathered the group in a circle and encased everypony in a magical sphere. When it faded away, Applejack turned to realize they were inside the throne room and were not detected. Everypony however heard a monstrous sort of slobbering coming from the corner. They all hid behind a large pillar and eyed the source of the noise. Octavia broke the silence by gasping.

There, was a Deadite Celestia. Her skin was flaky and lined with black pulsating marks. Her eyes encased in a yellow-white veil. Her once beautiful make was now in shambles, spread all over her face. Her entire mouth area was stained in blood and she had teeth to prove it. She was also gluttonous, from the meal in front of her. On the floor in front of her was Luna, who remained on the floor not possessed but being eaten by Celestia. Her entire belly was slashed open and Celestia was eating hooffulls of gore from it. Moonlight from the permanently night sky shined onto Luna's body from a hole in the ceiling.Celestia, or what was Celestia, heard Octavia's gasp and slowly twisted her neck behind her, snarling. They were all forzen in fear, until Celestia turned back onto Luna and ate away at her, seeming to not hear them. The group turned back, facing away, and sighed with relief.

That peace was brief, since Celestia suddenly appeared behind the pillar and smashed it down, forcing the ponies to run away from it. They were face to face with a horrid Deadite Celestia, who roared and bellowed at them. She eyed Octavia, irritated from her breaking her long peace. Celestia lunged her front claws out to her, piercing through Octavia's stomach. With a final cry from Octavia, Celestia easily ripped her in half and slurped out he insides, dropping the torn dry carcass in front of the others. Trixie couldn't help but mumble, "Hmph... Good riddance..."

Applejack called out for Shining Armor, but when she turned to face him, she realized he was not with them. Spike trembled, "I-I never thought we'd die like this....Murdered by our own savior..."

They all took one step back from Celestia who slowly but surly inched closer and closer.

"By now...I'd welcome Death as a friend..." confessed Time Turner.

Applejack closed her eyes and lowered her head, "Ah'm sorry...For everypony who's now dead or soon to be dead... Ah brought this onto ALL of y'all...Ah think...ah think it's best just to...give up..."

They were now backed into a corner and Celestia loomed over them, claws held high, roaring and slobbering onto their faces. Until a distant, "OVER HERE! YOU BITCH!" was heard. Everypony including Celestia turned their heads to see Shining Armor, limping near an opened door heading down a staircase. Upon further inspection, Applejack realized half of Shining Armor resembled a Deadite, clearly struggling to maintain control over himself. He called out again, "It's ME you want, right?! Oh, now I can tell you how much I FUCKING HATED being your oh so loyal servant! You damn bitch!" Unable to speak, Celestia just roared at him and turned to face him. "That's right!" he called out again, "What's the matter you fat ugly freak? Come on and take on me! You know *I* am a bigger target than those four COMBINED! Come on!" and added with a whisper, "P-please end my misery..."

Having enough, the Deadite Celestia raced over to Shining Armor who jumped out of her way causing her to slam into the wall behind him. Before sealing the chamber doors, he called out to the group, "Please fix all of this..."

Silence fell into the room as they could hear Celestia chasing Shining Armor down the stairs and eventually hear her tearing him apart. Applejack looked at Luna lying on the floor and motioned to the others to follow her. They all made it to her body and pointed all of their weapons, expecting another Deadite. However, all they saw was Luna, just Luna. And she was breathing.

"L-luna?!" cried Spike, "H-how are you still..alive...?" Luna sighed, clearly in agony for so long, "The moonlight tht shines on my wounds above, a sick and cruel fate those demons have placed on me. Oh, for so long I have laid here... Praying, somepony would stop this...Discord, he, he went back...Back to destroy the Necronomicon. Yes, I know what caused this. But see, Discord, he-he....that was 5 months ago...I fear he has fallen..."

Trixie was the first to speak, "Well, today's your lucky day. We've come looking for the same exact thing! Send us back and we'll destroy that Necro-whatever!" Applejack bumped her in the shoulder, "Um, yeah. What Trixie said ah guess. Just, rest now Princess. Ah promise we'll stop all of this from hapenin'!"

Luna smiled, "Then, wit the last of my efforts, I will send you back. You will appear in a grave, the resting place of the Neronomicon. Applejack, it must be you who lifts the book from its sleep. Nopony else. And, if you see Discord...become, well...Just, end his misery..."

"Of...of course Princess..." everypony agreed. Luna closed her eyes and with one final tortured movement encased the group in a bright light.

Applejack, Spike, Time Turner, and Trixie woke with a jolt and a yelp. Time Turner was the first to get up from the ground and look around. They were all in some sort of primitive makeshift graveyard, with tombstones behold. It was like a gothic painting, with twisted dead trees, arching gargoyles, and spiked black fences. The rest of the group got up, starting with Applejack.

"Well, Ah suppose the spell worked..." she said. She looked around, disturbed by the eerie fog coated over the graves and turned her head freezing in shock. She hoisted Spike towards her and motioned him to look ahead. Spike did so and froze in a fixed stare.

"What are you fools doing?!" demanded Trixie. She pushed them aside and looked for what kept them staring. That is when she saw a sight to behold. On top of a cluster of tombstones on a massive coffin crowded by gargoyles and other forms of unorthodox decor, was the Necronomcicon Ex Mortes. The hideous book of evil, bound in flesh, inked by blood, a demonic face with exposed jagged fangs as a cover. Once everypony took its notice, the air grew still and an unnatural silence fell onto the cemetery. Applejack was the first to move towards it, and the others followed suit, eager to destroy the cursed book and free the future from the apocalypse. Once Applejack stood over the coffin however, she was met with a perplexed disappointing and angry glare.

"W-wait a minute... Nopony said ANYTHIN' bout THREE BOOKS! Ah mean... What am ah supposed to do? Do ah take ONE BOOk or ALL BOOKS, or what...?"

And yes, there were three Necronomicons sitting on the coffin. Spike was the first to speak, "W-well, I guess only one of them could be the real book, right? Uh, here. Let's try this one first!"

He reached for one of the books and opened it. Inside was a gaping hole and it began to suck Spike into the book. He screamed as he somehow squeezed down the book's hole like a vacuum. Applejack reached for his tail and bit onto it, calling for the others to help her. Tim Turner seized Applejack and Trixie used her magic to pull them back while Applejack heaved trying to pull Spike out of the book. They managed to get him free from the vortex and he was sent flying back, hitting a tree and falling to the ground. He got up and found his face had stretched beyond belief. This was fixed by him spinning around while grabbing onto his elongated chin.

"Well, at least we know it isn't THAT ONE!" he called. A little shaken, but otherwise unhurt.

Applejack looked over at the second Necronomicon. She reached for it but was bitten by the book cover itself. She cried in pain and starting smashing the book on the coffin, prying it loose. The book released itself and giggled while it flew in the air attacking the ponies one by one, gnawing at then with hideous teeth. Applejack became fed up, pulled her shotgun out, and blew it to smithereens.

Trixie looked over to the last book, fixing her mane. Her eyes lit up, "This....This is it...."

Almost in a trance and with a barley inaudible chuckle, she inched towards the book. She lifted it up into the air with her magic, while the low chuckle erupted into a maniacal laugh. Applejack stepped forward with a furious look on her face. She muttered, "Don't tell me...

"Ya just came for that damn book?!" she yelled and lunged at Trixie. Trixie spun around and grabbed her in a magical grip. Only her magic's aura was different. It was of a sickly black. She lifted Applejack into the air while the others were too terrified to act. Trixie stared deep into Applejack's eyes, shaking with repressed laughter. Applejack could only watch in horror as Trixie's eyes flooded yellow with evil, the Evil Dead. Her skin broke and cracked, turning a ghastly discolored blue-white. Her mane turned spiked, frilled, and grey. Fangs grew out of her mouth and her tongue flicked in and out like a serpent. She threw Applejack back far deep into the fog laughing.

"I may be bad...but I feel so....good." Trixie lifted the Necronomicon into the air and levitated. She chanted unknown words and phrases while the rest of the group ran to Applejack. She got up from the floor with a struggle, heard Trixie's laughter, and said to the group, "We need ta leave...now!"

Their escape was halted by the shock of every tombstone erupting from the ground releasing a ghastly red mist into the air while screeches of the Army of Darkness were heard from below. Trixie's warped voice called from every angle, assuring them there was no place to hide. The group turned and sprinted away while around them graved were bursting and out from cracking floors reached skeleton claws. Applejack and Spike leaped over the claws but Time Turner was not as lucky. An arm latched onto his heel and brought him face first to the ground. There, skeleton arms covered him and beat him senseless. He was crying for help but the noises were hard to make out as bony arms reached into his mouth and clawed his insides. Applejack called out for him and reached down to help him only to be fended back by more arms from the ground as the entire area soon went to Hell.

Demonic hands reached around his skull and bony fingers thrust themselves into his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.His legs were pulled with such force that they snapped clean off and the fingers in his skull all quickly fired out, tearing it apart. Dozens of more hands jabbed his now lifeless body in all directions, cutting into them like spears leaving behind a bloody and pulpy mess.

Terrified and hopeless, Applejack and Spike turned and ran once more stopping at the entrance to the graveyard's church, where a voice boomed out of it.

"Oy! What the devil is going on?!" called the voice. Out of the church came an elderly stallion, a priest, clothed in medieval clergy robes. He saw Applejack and Spike and ran to them. "Kind strangers, doth thou know of this evil?!" he cried.

"Ya got no idea..." motioned Applejack, "There any way ya can help us, with yer divine rights?". By now, Applejack was just out of ideas and was desperate for help. Spike thought it was a good idea as well. The frail priest said he would try and against Applejack's wishes and stepped forward in front of the dark fog. He scanned the darkened area with keen aged eyes and saw a sight to behold. An army of skeletons and zombified ponies marching towards the group hollering shouts of older times. The priest let out a war cry, throwing off his robe, and charged into the fog. Applejack and Spike followed suit.

"GET SOME! FOUL BEASTS OF TARTARUS!" he cried out, against Applejack's perception, was not a frail old stallion or at least did not fight like one. He was spinning around shooting out kicks as high as his own head, knocking off the heads of any Deadites that was in his way. He punched and kicked with tremendous speed and force, handling swarms of skeletons single hooved while Applejack and Spike stood back dumb founded. He looked around for a shovel, lifted it with magic, and swung it around brutally maiming all in his path. By now he was soaked in blood, a wise decision it was to take off his beloved cloak. There were no Deadites left save for one zombie. It lunged at him while the priest charged, swung the shovel up, and decapitating the brute sending its head flying up in the air. He took this sudden peace and quiet to exhale and wipe the blood and bile from his face.

"I kick plot for the Lord!" he cried laughing and help the shovel up in victory. Applejack cheered and shouted compliments at the priest, whose looks were deceiving.

All this celebration was cut short when the zombie's head fell down onto the priest's neck and started to tear it apart. The priest ran around screaming as he couldn't pry the head off. Applejack called out to him and ran to his help but no matter how hard she bucked it, the head did not come loose as blood and tissue was oozing from the priest's neck. Knowing there was only one solution, the weak and dying stallion ran at full speed to one of the spiked railways and impaled the head on it, the spike going through his own neck as well. He was dead instantly.

Unaware of Trixie's whereabouts, Applejack and Spike, shaken from these events, ran off into the woods, now coated by fog in the dead of night.

"Great. This is all happenin' again..." she muttered, wiping more blood from her red-stained face. Their run reduced to a brisk trot, Applejack took the time to observe her surroundings. The woods were dead, the trees were gnawed and twisted, the win howling. Wait, that wasn't the wind. Stopping in true fear, Applejack spun around in all directions looking for what she dreaded. Spike, confused, looked around as well.

From afar, something too familiar was lurking. Taking Applejack's panic frenzy as a cue to attack, the MedEVIL lunged out and rushed to the group with a howl. Applejack felt's its all too familiar presence and ran off, Spike following close behind. The Evil twisted and crawled through the woods in a frenzied pursuit, hollering for Applejack, not knowing that years off into the future they would be all too acquainted.

Desperate, Applejack looked for shelter. She spotted a wooden windmill, cried, "THERE!" and motioned Spike to run towards it. They made it and slammed the door shut on the Evil outside, barricading all opening as best as possible. The Evil caused the entire windmill to shake with its desperate attempts to break in, but after a few minutes, it gave up and retreated.

Applejack sighed with relief and fortified the windmill. She looked around. It was a run down wooden shack with plenty of pots, pans, and other primitive utensils hanging around. A large rusty saw was resting on a woodcutting table over in the corner of the windmill, presumably for cutting up logs. The two decided to try to get some well deserved rest. Spike fell asleep instantly, snoring loudly, while Applejack was restless. She couldn't take the tension anymore and got up from the floor looking around the room again. Then, she saw a large mirror off to the side, her reflection perfectly visible. In the mirror, it appeared as if she was grinning. Applejack, remembering her last encounter with mirrors, trotted to to it and smashed it with her metal hoof, sending large broken pieces of glass on the floor.

The sound somehow did not stir Spike as Applejack strode to the broken pieces of mirror on the floor. Each piece showed a full reflection of Applejack. Confused by this possibility, Applejack squinted her eyes and looked closer. To her surprise, each of her tiny reflections started giggling and sprung out of the glass, now living entities, and ran off. Applejack rubbed her eyes, convinced she was just sleep deprived, and closed her eyes on the floor once more.

The little clones ran to a primitive fork on the ground, hoisted it up, and squeaked a battle cry charging it at Applejack's rear. Applejack jolted up from the floor in pain, hitting her head on a wooden beam. The clones exclaimed, "FIRE!" as they went to Spike's firearm lying on the floor and fired it in the air. Spike woke and asked what was going on. Applejack however was focused on the little devils, lifting the fork up in her mouth and targeting one of them. She angrily threw it at one of them, sending it flying back pinned into the wall, blood oozing from the fork's ends.

Seeking vengeance, the other clones, lifted a broomstick and used it to trip Applejack, who fell down and smacked her face on a metal pipe and tumbling down onto the floor. Spike stood perplexed and went to Applejack's aid, stepping on any clone he could find. Applejack, lying on her back, let out a pain-induced groan, where one of the clones took it as a perfect opportunity and jumped into her mouth. Applejack sprung upright, trying to make herself vomit as the clone crawled down her throat, but nothing worked. She screamed in agony as the clone ran rampant through her innards, bucking and kicking the walls of her stomach. Spike found a pot of water, blew fire on it to make it boil, and forced the scalding fluid down Applejack's throat. As painful as it was, it seemed to kill the clone and the pain stopped.

"Well. That seemed to work..." commented Spike.

"Y-yeah. But, I-I..." Applejack couldn't finish the sentence as an unbearable pain came from her stomach and spread to her shoulder. She turned her head and groaned while Spike screamed and pointed.

An eyeball was growing from her shoulder.

Applejack lost control over the legs on the right side of her body as the eyeball grew into a fleshy head. The head quickly became more and more developed, and Spike could only stare in puzzlement as he realized another Applejack was growing. The other Applejack head had control over those left legs and proceeded to punch Applejack with her metal hoof laughing hysterically. Applejack, officially fed up, threw her hoof into the other Applejack head, knocking it back and sending it off of her shoulder. It grew into a fully developed exact clone of herself, only with a twisted and maniac expression. Applejack stared ahead into the clone, like looking into a mirror.

"Wh-what are ya...? Are ya...me...?"

The clone laughed and gestured to herself with an overblown melodramatic flair, "I'm BAD Applejack! And YOU'RE GOOD Applejack! HA HA!" and pranced around Applejack in a circle sending quick and painful jabs every few seconds laughing.

"LITTLE GOODIE TWO HOOVES! LITTLE GOODIE TWO HOOVES! LITTLE GOODIE TWO HOOVES! LITTLE GOODIE TWO HOOVES! LITTLE GOODIE TWO HOOVES!"

She was about to repeat the line once more until Applejack silenced her by pulling her shotgun from her harness and blew her head clean off. The body stumbled around, a fountain of blood bursting from its neck stub until the life slowly drained away and the clone collapsed dead in the red puddle.

"Good? Bad?" Applejack shrugged, "Ah'm the mare with the gun."

"APPLEJACK! Wh-what was that?" Spike called out running to her.

"That? It's ah corpse now. Come on. Let's get some shut-eye. Ah've had it with all this." She and Spike went to the opposite side of the windmill, away from the dead bodies, and fell asleep.

Some time in the day, Applejack and Spike were woken by the blaring of trumpets. Spike went to the window and peered through the cracks of wooden planks barricading it.

"It's some ponies!" he cried, "Knights and I think some villagers. But, uh, what do you think they're doing here...?"

"Ah reckon Trixie's up to this... Look, they got chains and 2 wooden stocks! They ain't comin' for peace..."

"Well, should we fight back?"

"What are ya? Crazy?! They'll kill us! Let's just...see what they want..."

And so Applejack and Spike waiting in front of the windmill's door waiting for their 'guests'. With a boom of trumpets, a voice called out for them.

"Prisoners of the evil that layeth outside! Come forth now! For mayhap a file has been plaguing our lands and you are to blame!"

Confused by that last sentence, Applejack called out, "By who?!"

"Aye. A fair maiden, of a bluish hue with with a man more silver than the mountains of Macintosh! Prithee, wherefore is this useful?"

Applejack turned away to Spike, "Damn..."

"Well Applejack, we can just, you know, let's play along with whatever notions these I guess knights say. Maybe they'll lead us to Trixie!"

Applejack sighed and nodded. The two called out to their apprehensiveness they would come unarmed. However Applejack grabbed her shotgun and locked it in her harness, assuming they'd think it was a stick. Spike and her tore the wooden planks barricading the door and stepped out. Out of the windmill was in fact a small militia of knights wearing war torn armor. Some carried with them flags showing their clan. One stallion in particular stood out, and Applejack assumed this was their leader. As they stepped out, the stallion ordered, "Chain them.

Spike and Applejack stopped. Applejack lifted her metallic hoof to her shotgun ready, "Oh, ya can't do this! We're unarmed!"

"Nay selfless hag. We doth not treat your kind with chivalry!" the leader cried.One of the knights went to Spike and knocked him to the ground with the butt of a sword. More came and put chains on both of his ankles. They then grabbed a stock and put his head and both hands through it, locking the stock on him, and forced him to stand. He had to hunch over due to the uncomfortable stock. While this was happening, Applejack whipped out her shotgun, balancing it on her metallic hoof, and before she could even fire, this action was caught by a knight and he stepped forth and slammed the hoof with the dull edge of his blade, detaching it from Applejack's stump. She fell to the ground ans so was chained up like Spike, placing a modified stock on her so she could still be able to shamble along.

For what felt like hours the knights marched a bewildered Spike and Applejack. None of the knights spoke and neither Applejack nor Spike knew why they were being imprisoned. Eventually, the knights rode into a castle, dragging their prisoners ahead to the market grounds, where tens of villagers cursed at Applejack and Spike and threw diminishing garbage at them. They stopped at a huge pit, Applejack and Spike standing in front of it. Their chains were unlocked as they stood facing the gaping hole. Spike glazed down into the pit, seeing nothing but darkness. He trembled and looked to Applejack, who viewed him with a sort of "I'll figure something out" expression. From around them, villagers shouted curses.

The leader of the knights stood in front of Applejack and Spike, "You who stand hereon this dreadful morrow! Perceived we had, vital testimonies and witnesses of these who practice in witchcraft, fallen into the graveyard!The killing of a priest! And be worst of all, STEALING THE NECRONOMICON!

"WITCHES!"

"THEY FELL FROM THE SKY!"

"THEY PRACTICE BLASPHEMY!"

Now Applejack protested, "Wait wait wait, ya don't even know where we're from! You said ah, ah blue mare said this?! SHE was the thief of the Necro-whatever! SHE resurrected the dead! We saw! She ain't normal no more! Ya gotta believe us!"

"Y-yeah! We came from, FROM THE FUTURE!" Spike pointed up, "We need to fix everything that goes wrong! The REAL enemy of this mare, Trixie!"

Knights all around them were covering their ears. Their leader cried, "AHH! I've HAD IT with this blasphemy! You shall not have a fair trial as you have done wrong and treason to our sacred lands in bring forth EVIL! You shall meet your doom in The Pit hither.Fare-thee-well and may the Heavens above do justice to your corrupted souls. THROW THESE BEASTS IN!"

Applejack groaned and panicked. Shaking with fear, she lunged to one of the knights and pushed him into the pit. Everyone stopped in a hushed silence as they loomed over the pit. Applejack and Spike watched, wanting to know what was ahead of them. Silence. It was broken by sudden cries in pure agony from below in the pit and faint roaring. The knights stood back as a sudden literal fountain of blood burst out of the Pit. Villagers looked away in disgust and once the blood stopped, more silence, which was broken by a, "SEND THEM IN!" by one of the knights. Spike was screaming and crying while Applejack sighed to herself and shook with apprehension as they were hoisted by two stallions and thrown into the deep Hells of The Pit.

"APPLEJACK!"

"Yes Spike?!"

"A-are we...dead...?"

Applejack stood up. The Pit was up to her knees in water and a heavy fog encased the entire room. Skeletons and ripped shreds of ponies littered the entire room. "Not yet..."

Spike and her looked around, soaked in water, gasping, shaking. Behind them was a chain leading up The Pit for who-knows-what. Applejack lifted her right hoof only to realize it was just a stump now. They were left utterly defenseless for whatever lurked in the shadows. From behind them, a decomposing lion paw and griffin claw rose from the water and a familiar moan echoed the cavern. Applejack and Spike turned to see this, cowering with fear. Spring out of the water with tremendous force screeching, was Discord, a Deadite Discord with monstrous fangs, rotting flesh, and soulless pasty white eyes..

Applejack screamed and limped away, dragging Spike with her. He muttered, "S-so, t-THIS is what...happened to him...". Discord roared like a banshee and dropped into the water, slithering around like a serpent. Silence fell once more. Applejack and Spike stood back to back. Minutes passed, and the sense of apprehension did not cease. Cackling echoed around the cavern. A warped voice called out to them.

"Oh how cute! The two fighters think they can challenge me! The Element of CHAOS! AH-HA-HA-HA!"

Applejack shouted that Discord was no longer there with the living and that what spoke was a pitiful devil.

"That's not very nice...Applejack...You know, once you succumb, oh the power feels....goooood.....Here...let me help..."\

Sudden darts and sounds of rushing came from around the cavern. Spike tried to breathe fire but the dampness of the room would not allow him to. Discord sprung up and punched Applejack in the face cackling hysterically. She went flying across the cavern and slammed into a stalagmite, falling to the floor dazed and unable to stand, floating in the water.

"APPLEJACK!" cried Spike. He turned to face the monstrous and twisted Discord, who was now foaming of the mouth and blood leaking from his massive pulsating eyes, and continued trying to spark a flame. Discord hissed and flew at him reaching out with his demonic gnawed claws. Spike finally succeeded and doused Discord in flames mid-air. He twitched with agony as Spike broke a stalactite from the ceiling and beat him with it, trying his best to keep him above the water.This worked until it crumbled from excessive force and Discord dropped into the water. A steaming hissing came from the water and smoke rose out of where he fell.

Spike took this as an opportunity to wade towards Applejack to try to help her up. "Reach for my hand!" he cried. Applejack looked up and placed her hoof in his hand with a smile. That smile immediately faded away when she looked up and, with a squishing and distasteful noise, a rotting skeleton-exposed burnt claw burst through the back of Spike's head and out of his mouth. Spike let out a final groan as he collapsed, immediately dead, liquefied and crushed brain and skull oozing out of the gaping hole in his head while chunks of brain were splattered over Applejack eyes.

She cried and hurriedly wiped away the gore. In front of her was a severely burnt and scarred Discord, cackling with some sort of off-beat rhythm. He was mostly skeleton now, hardly able to even support himself.His eyes drooped from his sockets, hanging only by twisted nerves. This horrid display was interrupted by sudden hollering and cries coming from above, in the castle. Applejack looked up and saw that the skies were coated in a black fog. Looking closer, she saw what she feared, the castle was under a massive Deadite attack. Winged beasts, marching skeletons, and hideous zombies were ripping every living thing apart, some bodies landing in The Pit with Applejack. Panic-struck, she cowered and tried to run away from the pulsating burnt yet somehow living Discord. By the time she made it across the room, she hard a clang fall into The Pit, somewhere near her. She waded to it and saw it was the guard who confiscated her hoof and shotgun. She latched her hoof over her stump once more, secured her shotgun in her harness, and, eyeing the knight's sword, made a small modification to her metal hoof, now a bladed hoof. Now armed, she turned to face Discord. He loomed over her growling, and lunged with unseen speed and force.

BAM! With one blast his arm was torn from his body. Black pus burst out and he flung to the side. Steaming with rage, he swan underneath Applejack and pulled her down into the water. Suffocating, Applejack tried as hard as she could to break free, but all attempts failed. She lifted her bladed hoof into the air and cut down, slicing Discord's grip from her. Swimming up out of the water and gasping for air, she saw Discord whip his tail around her throat, cackling with joy. The bone cut into Applejack's neck skin and her face swelled with lack of oxygen. She thrust her sword onto Discord's tail, slicing it off and relieving the grip on her neck. Reduced to his knees, Discord looked up and shouted at her in a deep echoing warped voice, "YOU WILL NEVER DESTROY THE NECRONIMICON! NEVER!"

Applejack shrugged and pointed, "Hey, ya got a lil' somethin' on yer face"

And shortly after blew Discord's brains out with her gun, blowing the smoke off of it with a smug and pleased expression. However, she could not resist feeling pity for Discord and could only imagine what tortures he must have endured.

This little moment ceased when Applejack heard Trixie's booming, beckoning, and disembodied voice, "Muahahahahaha. Well done Applejack. But you know, he's right. As long as *I* hold the supreme power of the Necronomicon, your precious little world with all these sunny rainbows and smiles will be replaced by my vision of Tartarus on Equestria...But, I'm lonely without you. All of this, conquering and killing I've done while you've been off playing Medieval Times..."

"Ahh. Ah see how this is. First ya want ta kill me, but now ya want ta kiss me...Ah don't know what the fuck yer planning Trixie, but I'll stop ya. Oh, ah will! To save Equestria, to save...my friends..."

Trixie's voice chucked, "Ah ha. Then, I'll be waiting for you. You know, at the place where all of this madness started, the Everfree Forest..." and her voice slowly faded out with a maniacal laugh. Up above The Pit, there were no more cries of torture, so Applejack took it as a sign to plan an escape. She looked around until she saw the chains leading up to the top of The Pit, used now she realized to open and close it. Grabbing one of Discord's bone laws, she used it as sort of a grappling hook to climb up the chains and drag herself out of The Pit. The castle's grounds were completely deserted, nothing but ruins. Blood ran through the streets and only disembodied parts of ponies remained. Applejack wondered how could this had possibly happened in the little less than one hour she had been down there. Shrugging it off, Applejack set out of the ruins of Canterlot and trudged onward to the Everfree Forest...

After who knows how long walking, Applejack was relieved to see she made it to the Medieval Everfree, which had much much less trees than it would later on. A dark cloud covered most of it, one of a dark red hue. Applejack took this opportunity to gain some well deserved rest. She lied down on the floor and shut her eyes.

Her little peace was cut short by a sharp kick at her stomach. She opened her eyes and gasped, looking up to see the leader of the knights from earlier with 4 others.

"Wench!" he cried, "Stand!"

Applejack stood up and faced him, enraged. He asked her what she was doing here.

"Havin' ah better chance than you for survivin'. Now get back if you want to keep your life." she replied and lifted her sword.

"How dare you talk to your greater like this! I am Sir Fredric, lord of Canterlot and leader of the free people!"

"Look buster. Ya ain't leadin' but two thing here. Jack and Shit, and Jack left town so ah reckon that narrows it down a bit."

Angry, Sir Fredric bucked Applejack once more. Applejack took the blow and spat on him.

"You slimy hag! For that arrogance, I'll have your head for that!" he cried as he lifted his rapier and ordered his knights to surround Applejack. Applejack sighed and blew the rapier from his hands with her shotgun. Paralyzed with amazement and fear, the knights backed down.

"Yeah..." Applejack said smugly. She trotted around in a circle, glaring at every knight, "ALRIGHT ya primitive screwheads! LISTEN UP!" she lifted her shotgun up, "YA SEE THIS?! THIS...IS MAH BOOMSTICK!! A 12 gauge double barrel Remmington! This gun's got a walnut stock, cobalt blue steel, and a handy dandy trigger.Ah found it in a quick haste just lying around and it's been my worthy companion ever since in this rotting Tartarus AH have been forced ta LIVE THROUGH! Ya think yer doin' justice tryin' ta kill me?! Yer only dooming YERSELF! YA GOT THAT?! Now ah swear, the next one of you little FUCKS Even TOUCHES me, and ah'll BLOW YA TO A NEW TARTARUS!"

The knights backed off, speechless from her raw speech and mysterious weapon. Applejack continued, "Good, good. Now, how about we work together, 'cause if ya didn't notice, things aren't goin' all sweet and dandy."

Fredric was not amused however, "Are ALL mares from the future this loud-mouthed and brash?"

"Nope," replied Applejack, "Just me filly, just me."

Fredric nodded, "Alright. What be your plan?"

"Look, the Necronomicon, it's IN THERE! In the forest! And the one behind it, we can stop her...Let's join up, ya know?"

Fredric reluctantly agreed. He and his knights followed behind Applejack into the dark forest. The deeper they got in, the more lifeless everything was. The red and black swirling vortex of a sky was unseen in the gnawed rotten canopies of the monstrous trees within. A howling was heard in the background that would never go away and only seem to get louder. While walking, Applejack reached in her harness for more shotgun shells and was mortified to realize this was all she had left.

A familiar feeling rushed over Applejack. She stopped the knights and waited, looking around the dark forest. Something was lurking. Deep in the shadows. Sweat formed on Applejack's forehead, while Fredric asked what was wrong. From behind them, the Evil rushed out from the woods, making the wind around it howl. Applejack spun around just as the Evil rushed into one of Fredric's knights. He turned to face Applejack, his face twisting and bending. His skin dissolving and oozing pus and bile. His mouth stretched and barred gritted jagged teeth. Spikes burst from his back and his hooves morphed into vicious claws. He leaped screeching onto one of the other knights and started tearing his flesh out. Digging his claws into the victim's stomach, he tore the ribcage and every organ contained in it out with ease. The knight's final image was this monster looming over him, holding this large cage of organs, blood, and literal guts before dying of blood loss from his detached heart. The Deadite opened his mouth and lashed a long tongue into the ribcage, sucking all the blood like a mosquito.

Fredric stood in horror while his other 2 knights ran off into the woods screaming. Applejack ran up to the Deadite and sliced his tongue off with her sword. The Deadite rose, angry, and tackled Applejack to the ground. Directly over her was the Deadite, dripping blood all over her face. He opened his mouth ans lowly his jaw began to stretch out to reach her face. She tried to reach for her Boomstick, but the beast pinned her down. Fredric picked the unknown weapon up and pointed it at the Deadite, expecting it to magically fire. Applejack in a fearful frenzy yelled at him to actually help, so Fredric lifted the gun in the air and brought it down on the back of the Deadite's skull, crushing it and forcing it to land directly onto Applejack's face. Applejack groaned in disgust as she threw the bloody pulp off, got up, snatched her trusty gun back, and wiped the bile from her face.

"Where are my valiant stallions now?!" cried Fredric. Applejack and him looked around the forest, and suddenly heard screams in agony. They turned to face the direction of the noise and saw in the distance entire trees shaking and moving. The screams got louder and louder, cries of agony, and then, as fast as they started, they ceased. Turning away from the trees and looking into the distance, Applejack merely said, "Oh, ah wouldn't worry 'bout them anymore..."

They kept following the path, the feeling of fear, omnipotent fear, only growing. Applejack took this as a sign that they were getting closer. When it was possible to see the dark and moody sky, Applejack used it as a guide; she was trying to reach the center of the vortex. Eventually she and Fredric made it to a clearing. Applejack lit up realizing here was the center of the swirling dark and ominous vortex up above. However, as she cast her eyes down from the sky, she stepped back in shock, seeing that the apex of it all, was the cabin, now looking brand new and rot run down as it would have been so many generations later.

She advised Fredric to stay close to her while she held her sword hoof high, not knowing what would come. They inched their way to the cabin's door, where Applejack suddenly heard Trixie's distant disembodied. cackle. Slowly, Applejack opened the cabin door with a long and loud creak, sweat forming on her face, nervous in anticipation. She peered inside and saw, nothing. Just the interior of a cabin.

"Fare not maiden. I shall take the lead", Fredric was bursting with overconfidence. He strode into the cabin and called out for Trixie, declaring she and her evil forces were no match for his might. No reply, just silence. Applejack facehooved, knowing this arrogance would lead to nowhere well. He called again, "WHEREFORE DOTH THOU COWER! HAG! WENCH! I'LL SMI-"

He never got to finish that sentence as the entire cabin shook, groaned, and trembled. Fredric looked at his hooves with disbelief. Around him in a circle wooden planks rose like jagged rows of teeth. The floor under him cracked away and a hole was sucking him down into the depth. He had no choice but to grab onto the edge of the hole, but the wooden teeth only cut into his legs. Applejack watched wide-eyed until she got a grip over herself and headed to Fredric, arm raised, ready to slice. However, in one instant, the floor around Fredric rose and encased him, like a fly trap devouring a fly. He lost his grip and was plunged into the darkness. Then, in an instant, the floor returned to its unaltered state.

It was then that Trixie started to speak, "Ah ha. Applejack... Isn't this where all of this madness started? Welcome back! And I would say the cabin missed you, but it'll be some hundreds of years until you really come together..."

Applejack was screaming into the air, cursing Trixie. She stumbled around the cabin, looking for the source of the voice, which only seemed to change direction.

"Fluttershy was the first to go, huh? Why is that? I would have expected my rival Twilight to be, you know, a little smarter than to read such a fearsome and evil book she clearly knew SOMETHING about. Oh, she's too gullible sometimes..."

"Ya.....ya better stop...This is bad territory ya'll are headin' into. Ah'll find ya....And ah'll send you back to Tartarus!" Applejack swung at the furniture in rage with her sword. Trixie was striking where it hurt most, the cold, bitter truth.

"Funny thing is, Fluttershy tried to warn you all, huh? And, didn't you...didn't you, believe her, Applejack. Oh, everypony is dead because of you! How does this make you feel? Like fucking scum? Does it frighten you, Applejack? Just to know, everypony is in Tartarus, tortured and deprived, because of you..."

At this, Applejack lost control and kicked multiple holes in the walls of the cabin crying with fury. Omnipresent, Trixie watched with joy, and decided enough was enough. Applejack heard a clap of hooves echo through the cabin as, where the ground ate Fredric up, stairs formed, heading deep into the ground, beyond the cabin. The long winding constricted passage was lit only by red candles and an overall feeling of dread and doom leaked from it. Applejack knew however that Trixie was calling for her, and saw this as the only chance where all could be avenged. With one gulp, she descended into the passage.

The stairs winded down and down in a tight spiral, and Applejack observed as she got deeper, the walls changed. First wood, then stone, then dirt, and now what appeared to be red stone. She had been trotting down the passage for over 10 minutes, the atmosphere of dread and death only growing. Ever diligent and a mare of her word, Applejack continued on.

She stopped as screams of agony grew down below and Trixie's smug cackling grew. Applejack sprinted down the remaining flights of stairs and made it to a clearing. The cavern was damp and circular, stretching only about 25 feet by 25 feet. The walls were of an indeterminable substance, one that gave off red light. Torches littered the walls, increasing the feeling of evil in this room. In the center of the cavern was Trixie, facing a pedestal where the Necronomicon laid open. In front of the Necronomicon was a mysterious dark pit bordered by what appeared to be blood-stained spikes. Behind the pit was Fredric, legs crippled and bleeding.

Being more specific, behind the pit were two poles where Fredric's broken and bleeding limbs were attached to and by piercing crude metal chains, with even more barbed wire-like material poking into the sides of his skin at all corners, being tugged in opposite directions by the two polls. His face red with agony and unbearable pain as he awaited his eventual fate. He tried to call to Applejack but his torture caused his voice to falter.

Trixie spun around from her pedestal to face Applejack. She looked nearly unrecognizable from before. Her skin was pulsating with large swollen black (Applejack supposed were) arteries and veins, pumping the evil fluids throughout her body. Her mane, or what was left of it, was grey and dead in clumps on her rotting skull. The skin on her face hung and her eyes drooped. Her fiendish eyes, which were not white and instead were piercing blue. Small darted pupils in a massive eye, one not white and instead a decomposing yellow. She was wearing a lavish black and red cloak, a ceremonial type.

"Well, well, well..." she beamed, her voice echoing off the walls of the crag, "Applejack... Oh, how nice it is to see you. Now, as you can see here, I got your precious little friend. So, over by your feet there should be some stalagmites or something. If you could just, oh, impale yourself, he gets to live and whatnot. I don't know, I just really want to fucking see you dead..." Wearing a ticked off expression, Applejack stepped closer and closer to Trixie, "Go ahead and murder that stallion. Like ah hardly knew him anywho."

"WH-WHAA?!" cried Fredric, "ART THOU MAD?! YOU-YOU CAN'T JUST LET ME DIE LIKE THIS! I-I JUST BE A KNIGHT TRYING TO DO JUSTICE!"

Applejack shrugged with indifference, "Look, ah'm the Element of Honesty so lemme be frank. Yeah, what y'all said is true, but ah don't give a flying feather 'bout you." she centered her glare on Trixie, "It's you ah want. You, who 'cause of that book, that book which has murdered mah friends, damned mah family, and gone KILLED EVERYPONY, oh, but now, NOW, ah get to reclaim it all. And Trixie, y'all are the only thing standing between that FUCKING BOOK AND MY BOOMSTICK!" She whipped out her trusty Boomstick and blasted Trixie in the chest. She went flying backwards and was not behind Fredric's pinned up body.

"Very poor attitude you got there..." smirked Trixie. She flew up to Fredric, looming behind him with her clawed hooves over his head. He was crying, "NO! DOTH THOU SEE?! BLOOD...SHE NEEDS...BLOO-" until his cries were drained out by the cries of sheer agony of Trixie clawing her hooves deep into Fredric through his back. Trixie giggled and said, "Ahh. Here we go!" as she ripped Fredric's spine and head still attached out of hos mangled body. She held his head high, letting the blood drip down onto her before throwing it into the pit below. Applejack jumped back due to the sudden eruption from the pit.

"YES! YES!" Trixie cackled, "The blood of an innocent pony....all it takes to unlock TARTARUS! Now *I* will be ruler, ruler of a new kingdom, where bodies hang from ceilings and where eternal peril and torture haunts all those who reside in it!" Applejack was covering her ears from Trixie's screaming laughter and saw true horror. The pit was a geyser of the damned. Monstrous devils rode the currents of accursed blood out of it and the air quickly felt inhabited by the darkness.

Before Applejack could even react to the carnage, Trixie flew straight towards her, pinning her to the floor. Eyes wide with anticipation, Trixie opened her mouth impossibly wide and her teeth extended to encase Applejack's entire head in. Trixie's mouth smelled of pure repulsiveness and caused Applejack to vomit in her mouth. At this, Trixie flinched back and gagged while Applejack took this opportunity to throw Trixie off of herself, load up her Boomstick, and fire at her once more, sending her all the way back and hitting the craggy wall of the cavern.

The sound of the gun's book attracted a swarm of demonic equestrians who turned to face Applejack shrieking. Before she could react 5 Candarian Devils pinned her to the ground, one pulling at every side of her while the 5th loomed over her ready to kill. However, Trixie, cringing from the gunshot, would not allow this.

"LEAVE HER! She's MY prey!" she exclaimed and cleared a path between her and Applejack with magical barriers. the demons all surrounded the see-through walls, eager to see the battle. Trixie grinned and wiped blood coming from her mouth. Applejack quickly lifted her Boomstick and pulled the trigger.

CLICK!, nothing. Trixie laughed pointing at Applejack as Applejack searched frantically for more bullets. There was only two left in her harness, and Applejack knew a shotgun was useless while its target is so far away. This only made Trixie laugh harder at Applejack's failure.

"I'mma shut that whore mouth of yers..." declared Applejack. She loaded one bullet into the shotgun and, with a grunt, she threw her Boomstick straight into Trixie's stomach. The force of the throw caused the gun to penetrate through her stomach and effectively nail her to the craggy wall. Trixie groaned and got annoyed. "Enough messing around!" she said, "Tim to die!"

"Not today..." responded Applejack. Staring down Trixie to her Boomstick still impaling her, she threw the one bullet up into the air, spun around, and bucked it zooming to the Boomstick's trigger. It hit it and, with a large blast, Trixie was blown in half. Still alive in pieces, Trixie allowed her disembodied head to float up to match Applejack. With a groan, black tentacle-like vines burst out of her neck and allowed her to stand. She yelled out and levitated her demonic claw and had it lung to Applejack. Before it could make it to her, Applejack detached the sword from her hoof, thrust it at Trixie's head, piercing her between her eyes, and threw her metal hoof up to parry the claw. It fell limp to the floor near Applejack's legs with a final groan.

Trixie's head fell onto the floor. This caused the demons around them to yell with rage. Her head started to shake, shrivel, and crack. A long monstrous black tongue came out of her mouth and swung itself out to latch onto the floor. There, it dragged something out. Something as if it had been inside Trixie's skin and was now free. Out of Trixie's mouth came an oozing pulsating pile of red flesh. Applejack looked at it with disgust while the flesh fully folded itself out. It stood higher than Applejack, grew long arms with tender long meaty claws. It's head, Applejack decided, did resemble Trixie a bit. It was heavily disfigured though and its only facial features were two bulging soulless eyeballs and a jaw that drooped longer than her entire head, with no teeth inside and only putrid saliva. It grabbed Applejack and, with a roar, swallowed her whole.

With a gross splash, Applejack landed on her back and looked around her pink, slimy, and most of all, moist prison. She tried to get up but was stuck to the fleshy floor. "I....CAN'T...MOVE..." groaned Applejack. Now her legs have become one with the flesh. Suddenly, around her, the walls began to shake as Applejack realized in horror they were closing in on her. The walls morphed to show multiple miniature Trixie faces, each one with its mouth open wide ready to swallow Applejack piece by piece. Desperate and struggling, Applejack detached her prosthetic hoof and freed her leg. She looked around frantically and saw that the sword which had impaled Trixie had now sunk into this flesh prison with Applejack. Using her free leg, she was able to push it closer to her and turn it over so she could lift it with her mouth.

Right before the flesh could encase her, she swung up, slicing it away. The entire mass of what used to be Trixie shook with pain while Applejack cut herself loose with the sword. She wadded around the hideous stomach, slashing anything and everything she could, slowly making her way up Trixie's throat to her mouth. Trixie resorted to stabbing herself with her long tender claws trying to pry at Applejack to ne prevail. Applejack climbed to the top of her neck where her head was attached and decapitated her. The bubbling pink mass fell to the floor and Applejack came sliding out of the neck hole. Applejack looked around the cavern. The demons had all fled, probably assuming the fight was over. She was now finally able to reach for the Necronomicon. She took it off of its pedestal and dropped it to the ground in front of Trixie's agony-filled meaty face.

"Yeah...Yeah, y'all like all of this, huh? Ah just wanna see your dyin' miserable face before I destroy this, this fucking book...." Applejack was cold, staring down into Trixie's sorrowful eyes. She grabbed Trixie's original disembodied claw, covered her stump as if it were a glove, and stabbed the Necronomicon in its eyes with her claws. It screeched with a fierce and painful rage and green bile suddenly burst from its penetrated wounds. The entire cavern shook from the immense power coming from the Necronomicon. Trixie tried to scream, but she had no mouth and only allowed her body to slowly decompose and deteriorate, lifting a hand up to Applejack trying to snatch her. However, this quickly became to difficult for Trixie to do and she allowed the arm to fall to the ground while she slowly and slowly melted into a steaming pile of slime. Applejack stood up and, if a final act, cast the shivering Necronomicon into the Hellish pit, where it exploded with bile and blood and knocked Applejack onto the floor.

Then, silence. Applejack looked at Trixie, who was now a rotting stain on the flooor. The red light coming from the pit ceased. Applejack sighed with relief right before being startled by a sudden rush of thousands of shadowy devils being sucked back into the pit in a swirling vortex. Applejack was nearly sucked in until she dug the claws from Trixie's hoof into the ground keeping her in place. Eventually, the vortex stopped and a sense of liberation filled the room. Applejack got up and looked into the pit. There, she could see into Tartarus, and saw all those who had fallen ever since her visit to the cabin slowly come up, freed from their eternal torment.

Applejack remained in awe as the liberated souls lifted from the Hellish shrived pit and floated upwards to the ceiling, which somehow grew and opened, letting beams of pure white light into the cavern. She didn't question this and only stood in the middle of all the white souls of all who had fallen since that dreadful cabin. Applejack buckled to her knees, knowing she was, for sure now, victorious. She lifted her tearful eyes up as she heard a familiar distant voice call her name. She looked up, nearly blinded by the light coming from Twilight Sparkle's soul, taking her physical shape.

She spoke once more, "Applejack. Oh, you did it. You freed us all from such inconceivable suffering. I-I can't express my gratitude nearly enough..."

"Tw-Twilight...I-" Her words cut off as she ran for Twilight, hugging her missed friend. Crying into Twilight's shoulder, a sudden worry came to Applejack, "A-and the future? What about that Necro-"

Twilight patted her head, "Don't worry about that Applejack. It's destroyed. Forever. You did this. The future, it's safe. But, well, you can return and see for yourself..." At these words, Applejack perked up and begged how to return.

"Here," Twilight said as she conjured a bottle of blue fluid and gave it to Applejack, "Drink this and say, "Klaatu Barada Nikto' got it? It's VERY important to rem-"

"Klahtu Verada Nitka. Ah got it."

"Um, Applejack, you sure you shouldn't pratice it or anyt-"

"AH GOT IT! AH GOT IT! Klahtu Barana Nikta. Don't worry. Ah just wanna return..."

"Well, see, just so you know, when you DO return, none of this will ever have happened..."

Applejack understood, "'Cause the book is destroyed, right? Well, that doesn't matter. Just knowin' ya, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and EVERYPONY else will be alive and well. That, that's enough for this mare." Twilight commended Applejack's honesty, reminded her of the words she must speak to return, and joined the other souls in floating up to the Heavens. Applejack, all alone in the cavern, opened the bottle with the blue fluid and quickly drunk it.

"Klahtu, barada, uh....." Applejack blanked out, "DAMN! It had a N...Uh, Nika-no. Nicke-no. Uhhhh, hmmmm. nig-of course not! Hm, well...." She sighed and looked up into the light, "KLAATU, BARADA.....N-" and finished the phrase with a forced coughing fit. Nothing happened, so Applejack assumed she failed. She sighed and lowered her head, shortly before passing out on the cavern floor, smacking her head on the craggy ground.

Applejack's eyes opened. She felt weary, as if her body hadn't been moving or quite some time. She groaned and rubbed her head. Upon contact with hooves, she opened her eyes and noticed her metallic hoof was replaced with an organic one. Shaken, she sprung upright, looking around. She was in a bed. No, she was in HER bed. In Sweet Apple Acres. Everything appeared normal, as if the Deadites were nowhere to be seen.

"Big 'sis! Ya alright?!" cried a familiar voice from outside her room. The door opened and in stepped Applebloom, woken from her sleep by her sister. A smile grew on Applejack's face as she leaped out of bed and hugged her. Tears came out of Applejack's eyes while Applebloom just accepted the sudden embrace.

"Oh Applebloom!" she cried, "Ya don't know how much ah missed you..." while Applebloom just shrugged and agreed. Applejack perked up, "Ah need to call my friends over..."

"...so ah said the words, mostly, drunk the potion, woke up, and BAM! Everythins' normal now!"

Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Fluttershy all stood in awe, jaws dropped from Applejack's story. Rarity was close to fainting, Fluttershy was weirded out, Twilight was intrigued, Pinkie was amused, and Rainbow Dash was totally captivated.

"Oh! Go back to the part where Rarity ripped Twilight's guts out! That was SOOO awesome!"

"Oh please Rainbow Dash. Please, not that again. That was THE. WORST. POSSIBLE. THING!"

"Oh...my...Um, Applejack, that was a....interesting story....But what was that....with the, um, tree and I...?"

"WOO HOO! Tell it again Applejack! Oh, and nice little party we're having!"

Twilight was not amused, "Applejack, you usually don't tell such...tall tales like this. Especially one so, morbid and vivid. What is all of this?"

Applejack frowned. No one in this peaceful world would ever hear of or recall what she went through, and even less would even believe her. However, she shrugged it off and hugged her friends. She was just happy they were now alive and well."

"Waitwaitwait!" said Rainbow Dash as she broke from the hug, "Did you remember to say those words EXACTLY to get back here according to your little story? Klattu-whatever?"

"Um, well, maybeh ah didn't say EVERY lil' vowl and syllable but pretty much yes ah did! Alright! Why does it matta' anywho?"

Twilight joked around and said overly-melodramatic, "Oh, but Applejack! What if that TERRIBLE Evil comes back! Oh no! Will you save us!" while the others laughed. Applejack was not amused but kept it to herself.

All the fun and games were cut short when a dark swirling vortex appeared near the ponies and a terrible howling came from inside. The blue sky turned black as sackcloth made of hair. A monstrous Deadite pegasus sprung out of the vortex right before it closed in on itself and flew at the ponies snarling and swatting its claws. The ponies, struck with fear, all ran away. Except for Applejack. She called out back for somepony to get her spare gun, kept in the barn for emergencies. A determined and hardened look on her face, and charged at it, bucking it hard into an apple tree with her hind legs. The monster howled in pain and stood up shouting "I WILL SWALLOW YOUR SOULLL!"

Rainbow Dash came flying at high speeds to give Applejack her gun, thinking she knew what she was doing. Applejack unloaded bullet after bullet into the monster slowing edging closer and closer to it. Once close enough, she proceeded to literally beat the living Hell out of it with her gun while the rest of the ponies watched as it dawned on them that Applejack's story just turned pretty credible.

Applejack, fueled by the desire to keep things as they used to, beat the beast until it was just a cripple on ground, blood oozing out of its skull. At this time, Applejack realized. In that alternate evil filled world or even the Medieval Equestria she saved, sure, she could have been queen or something. A savior. But none of that mattered. Now, showing all of her friends what she really meant, how this was her true place, in her own regards, she was Queen. She pointed the gun at the monster's skull and blew it to smithereens, painted head to toe in red pasty blood ad dry chunks of bile and gore.

"Hail to the Queen, filly."