Bacon and Hobbes: The Purple Doll.

"That thing is disgusting!"

After a very short and unhygienic plan was put together by the clever tiger, the group had finally found its first test subject, who was aptly nicknamed Crusty.

"DISGUSTINGLY BEAUTIFUL!" Bacon exclaimed, as she rode on Twilight's back. "He's perfect! Not only will he be an effective test subject, but he'll lead the undead air force on its first few raids against the living! I can already hear the screams of the innocent!" Bacon stated, as she wiped a small tear of joy from her brown cheek. "It's going to be perfect."

Hobbes said nothing, as he held the dead bird in between two claws. "I don't think he's going to be hurting anybody like this." Hobbes pointed out, as he held the carcass as far away from his body as possible. "Is that a worm hanging out of his stomach!?"

The group found itself in the local pet cemetery, much to Twilight's dismay, where further test subjects could be found on a whim if the first round of experimentation succeeded. Bacon knew that she needed to put together a decent sized army if she ever wanted to conquer this country, and resorted to her usual tactic of whining and rolling on the floor to get exactly what she wanted. It worked to perfection.

"How long is this going to take?" Twilight asked, as she looked around the eerie cemetery with anxious eyes. Twilight despised many things, such as failed exams, but the one thing that always shook her to the core was the prospect of staying out late at night. "I don't really like to miss curfew. I still have nightmares about the last time I was late to bed!" She exclaimed, as she mulled over the horrific night her parents took away her precious book on magical physics when she was late to magical kindergarten.

"It won't take that long. I only need about seven or eight zombies to take over the planet. I mean, how many soldiers could America possibly have?" Bacon pointed out, as she hopped off of Twilight's back. "Are you ready Hobbes? Just like we planned it, okay?"

"Alright." Hobbes replied, as he sat the dead bird on a patch of grass. "Do you think he'll try to kill us, when he "Comes back"?" Hobbes asked, using his claws to make quotation marks in the air.

"Who knows. As long we focus, we'll do okay." Bacon replied, as she wobbled her way to her precious subject. Finally, with a loud thud, Bacon sat herself a few inches away from Crusty. "All Hobbes. Do it."

Hobbes sat himself next to the excited girl and unsheathed a claw from his left paw. "Are you sure this is gonna work? I don't want to get shocked again." The tiger grumbled, as he waited for his owner to give him an answer.

"Don't be such a baby, Hobbes!" Bacon hissed, as she stared at the crows limp body. Just do it alreadYYYYYYYYEOW!!!"

Oddly enough, the culprit happened to be non other than Twilight Sparkle. With a manic look in her eyes, she finally decided to take matters into her own hooves and stabbed the unsuspecting filly with her sharp horn. What followed Bacon's shriek, was the familiar flash of blue and the buzz of electricity. Bacon had successfully hit her target, covering the dead crow in a small blanket of electricity. Its body shook and it's limbs trembled, as electricity covered every inch of its body with a blue glow.

After a few seconds of buzzing and bright light, all had gone silent in the pet cemetery.  The group said nothing and waited for their subject to reanimate. As minutes passed, the groups patience had begun to wear thin, and Bacons lust for power was slowly overtaking her.

"ARGH! Why didn't it work!?" she shrieked, as she covered her head with her frustrated hooves.

"Maybe it wasn't enough power." Hobbes stated, as he scratched his head in confusion.

Before Twilight could throw in her own opinion, The small crow began twitching. Its wings began to flap wildly and, eventually, it began to rise. After unleashing a long, drawn out yawn, it finally spoke. "SHUT UP! Can't a crow get some sleep!?"

"Umm.....It talked." The lavender alicorn pointed out foolishly. "Didn't it?"

"Yes I can talk! What do y'all want?" The crow hissed, in a harsh, scratchy voice, which was probably the product of its time spent in death.

Bacon was at a loss for words. Her plans had finally come together! No more chores, homework, or broccoli! Life had finally stopped sucking for the little girl! "I can't believe it." She whispered, completely in awe at the sight that was unfolding before her. "It worked."

"What worked?" The crow asked, as he irritably hopped around on mangled legs.

"We brought you back to life." Hobbes stated, as he looked down at crow in disgust. "To fight in our zombie army."

"Zombie army?" The crow was completely lost. Resurrection was one thing, but to be revived and drafted right into army of zombies? Not exactly a top priority on this crows list of things to do. "No can do kid. I'm a pacifist."

"Wh-what?" Bacon asked, staring down at her experiment with shocked eyes. "B-but I brought you back to life. You have to-"

"I have to what? Just because I'm a zombie doesn't mean I have to eat brains!" The zombie pointed out with a rotting wing. "I didn't even ask y'all to bring me back to life!"

"Can we ATLEAST write down a few notes about you?" Twilight asked, as she withdrew a notebook and a pencil from her mane. "If this doesn't get me my own castle, I don't know what will."

"What do y'all guys want to know?"

"Everything!" Hobbes and Twilight exclaimed at the same time, while Bacon sulked with her face in the dirt.