The Destroyer 7

"What is this?"

"Why don't you shut up and find out?"

"How does this explain his cutiemark?"

"Look at them! Don't you see the resemblance?"

"Can someone turn the generator on for me please?"

A sea blue earth pony, whose color seemed washed out, looked up sharply from his work. His short, kinky mane and tail, a dark washed-out blue-green, set him apart from the other six ponies in the room. Aside from his cutiemark that is.

He waited as one pony went outside to flip the switch on what he called a generator. Another decided to turn out the lights for dramatic effect. Whatever was going to happen, he believed it would have lights. All the ponies in the room quieted their chatter. The blue pony pressed a button on the peculiar slate device and:

DING. DIING. DIIING. DIIIING.

Four tones much too loud for the huddle of ponies resounded around the room. A bright square light illuminated the mix of faces twisted in pain and confusion. Expressions softened as they got used to the brightness.

"Woah!"

"Pretty!"

"It's a rainbow! A rainbow flag!"

"What is this called Blue Screen?" asked a coral-pink pegasus, who traced the illuminating square thing with her hoof.

"It's called a screen," the blue earth pony said in a near whisper. The coral one nodded slowly as if everything made sense to her now, her braided mane bobbing up and down.

"And this whole thing is a lap-top!" announced a dark orange unicorn with blonde mane and tail, barely out of his colthood. He beamed as if he had just answered the million bit question. The yellow unicorn next to him snorted and pushed up her glasses. The orange one hung his head dejectedly, his bright red glasses sliding down his nose.

"What's a Windows 7?" asked the yellow one.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's what's on your houses yes?" This remark came from an overly-tall turquoise pegasus with a thick accent.

"Yes Horizon, but why would seven of them be on the laptop?"

"That's a bit complicated for you to understand right now."

"Are you calling me stupid?"

No response came from Blue Screen. The yellow unicorn opened her mouth to speak, but flame-red hair tickled her ear.

"Let it go Brightshadow," said the silver-gray horse beside her. His tail was swishing, as if physically materializing the calmness of his demeanor. "It's too complicated for all of us right now," he breathed. Brightshadow tensed for a moment then relaxed. Lockin' Key was right.

Blue Screen began to type. Rather, he attempted to. His breath quickened as he desperately began pounding keys. Silky Ribbon worriedly placed a hoof on his shoulder, her braided mane tickling his side. He seemed to calm down a moment, then suddenly became enraged.

"THESE BUCKING HOOVES!"

He attempted to flip the laptop, but Andromeda braced it. Her spiky off-black and sky-blue mane, spiked hard with immense amounts of hair gel, practically did the work for her. Blue Screen frantically paced around the room, seemingly thinking. Silky watched him worriedly, hurt shining bright in her red eyes. It wasn't until now that the orange pony finally lifted his head.

"I could press them… with my telekenesis."

Brightshadow snorted and Andromeda looked away shamefully.

"You're a genius Sodapop!" Blue Screen practically whinnied as he skidded back in front if the device. The orange unicorn stood by him as he spoke in hushed tones, then used his power to gently click the corresponding keys. The surrounding ponies watched in awe as things began appearing on screen as quickly as Nightmare Moon had been vanquished.

"Here it is…"

The clicking and screen changing had occurred for a while, entrancing the ponies into a zombie-like state. At the sound of Blue Screen's voice however, they snapped to attention. They huddled closer together (if that was possible) to stare at what had caught the pony's attention in the vast void of the laptop. They stared…

…and a collective gasp bounced off the walls.