Child of the Grave

Alright, let's get this out of the way. I'm six feet tall, I have short black hair, a goatee, thin, out of highschool(THANK GOD), and that's just about it. No long intro's on my part. As for what I'm currently doing? I'm walking home in Arizona on a HOT. SUMMER. DAY. And the damn weather forecaster said it would be freaking rainy, so of course I brought a friggin' jacket! But I digress, I'm not going to gripe about it too much.

Have you ever had a trail that you followed, and you know it by heart? So whenever you get on said trail, you already know where to go, what turn to make, what alley leads where, even the time of day best recommended to travel down said alley? That's how I am with this one. Get off the city bus, and then with a few twists and turns, a bit of hops, some more twisting, I'm home. But unlike the much more preferable normal day, fate decided to give me the finger and add a little spice to my life. And by a little, I mean enough to choke a monkey. It all started with a single silver bell. Yeah, a bell screwed up my day, yuck it up. I took a shortcut through an alley to cut down on walking time since I'm such a lazy prick and there was construction going on on the road so it smelt like tar (ALSO KNOWN AS ASS!).

Now in the alley was the usual suspects. Broken glass, furniture, garbage cans, you know, normal stuff. When you see a pristine silver bell sitting there screaming "PICK ME UP YOU INSUFFERABLE TWAT!" You can't help but want to. Doing so like the gullible little monkey I am, I began to feel a slight numbness,,, like my arm was just... dead. Being a dork, I decided this required more investigation. At that thought, I began to feel a lightheadedness, and then the scariest fucking thing in existence happened. Skeletal arms popped out of the ground, and started dragging me down into the cold earth. Screaming like a little girl, I tried to beat the little fuckers off of me, but damn if their grip wasn't rigor mortis tight.

As my head started to submerge, I began to lose consciousness.

Well this sucks.

Okay, waking up was an incredibly bad idea. But... well... it's kind of hard to stay asleep when your alarm clock consists of nothing but "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" and lots and lots of blood along a circular tunnel. What the hell is this, Doom 3? It's still pretty fucking scary mind you, and I'm seeing faces upon faces of a lot of beings... some I don't even know what the hell they are! It wasn't long, until the manson family rollercoaster finally came to an end, that I was hovering in a black void that beheld plenty of skeletons and carcasses that would make a gravedigger soil himself at the amount of work, and heard a deep rumbling chuckle. Looking around, it wasn't hard to see a spot of land soaring towards my location at a rather alarming pace. So, being the man that I am, I proceeded to scream like a bitch and hope that I don't get hit. The land stopped a little bit below me, and I gently floated down from some unseen force.

"Come to me..."

Okay who the hell is that? That voice is rather gravely, and sounds rather sick and old. All of a sudden, a grand castle appeared before me, with gates and... undead? Okay, that's pretty cool. The gates opened, and a single zombie mouse rose from the dirt and looked at me; it then began to skitter to the castle. It stopped at the gate, and looked back at me.

I guess the little fucker wants me to follow him... Probably not the smartest idea, but damn does it sound fun. Shrugging to myself, I run after what could be my ticket out of boredom and enter the castle. With a loud bang, the gates crash down behind me, sealing my way out. Wasn't planning on leaving anyway, so lez do dis! I follow the mouse further into the castle, and see some paintings of a cornflower blue ram with crimson eyes and... THAT FUCKING BELL!?! I look at the bell in my hand in shock. I guess this must have belonged to the ram. I am now feeling that I should have stayed in bed today.

The mouse stopped in front of an open door that when I listen closely, I could hear the crackling of a fire place. The mouse looks to me, then to the room. I stare at the mouse with a deadpan glare, "Seriously? You want me to go into a room that seems to be occupied in a creepy, albeit rather awesome castle?" The mouse nodded and I shrugged, "Oh. Just checking." Fuck me...

"Enter." The voice from earlier said without the echo-y bit. Gulping and steeling myself, I enter the room. To my surprise, I was greeted by a rather withered old ram laying on a lot of pillows. I do mean a lot. I stare at the ram a bit.

Slowly, I begin to form words, "I... take it your the ram in the paintings I saw." The ram chuckled.

"So you do think. Good, I would hate to have summoned a complete simpleton." The ram cleared his throat, "I have summoned you here human, to ask of you a favor."

I shrugged, "Okay... I don't exactly know what I could possibly give you... but sure. Lets hear it." Honestly, I doubt there's much I could do.

He smiled creepily, which made me shiver slightly, "Willing. Even better. Now, for you to understand what I am going to ask of you, you must know this. I, Grogar, am a demon necromancer." And shit just got real. "Unfortunately, I am... fading away, so to speak. I will no longer have any pull anywhere in the world."

"Well that sucks..." I say somewhat sadly, "Anything you want to make the transition more... well, manageable?" I ask.

He laughed, "How naive... Yes, there is one thing." His horns glow with a sickly green color, and the bell in my hand floats out of my grip and hovers in front of him. "I wish to pass on my power to another. I refuse to be forgotten, and I refuse to let Equestria believe that they are safe from dark magic..." He growled. He then began to have a translucent green trail come out of him, and enter the bell. After a while, he let the bell go, and he was panting heavily. I caught the bell in time, and stared at him.

"So you don't want to be forgotten huh?" I ask with a raised eyebrow. He's a necromancer, so I'm guessing the place he's from he wasn't well liked. With a growing, slightly evil grin, I nod, "Alright. I'll do my best."

Grogar returned the grin, "Good. Know this, now that you have my magic, you will have to train to get used to it. And it is only a fraction of what I have. The rest that you develop with have to be of your own power." I nodded in understanding, which seemed to please him, "Also... the world you are going to will be home to... beings unlike you. They are ponies."

I deadpan and sigh, "Seriously...? Don't tell me there-"

"Yes. There are puns."

"FUCK!" I curse loudly, and sigh. I look back at him, "Alright... may as well send me away." I look down, then back at him, "Thanks I guess... for the powers and all that."

He smirked, "Not a problem. You are doing me a favor after all." With that, the same portal that brought me here blasted me out, sending me to god knows where as I blacked out... again.

I'm beginning to see a freaking pattern here.

I woke up again, this time laying against a tree in a nasty ass area that smelt like shit. Pinching my nose, I look around and see that I'm in a freaking bog of all places. Honestly Grogar, you could have at least sent me somewhere nicer. I get up and put my hands in my pockets, and surprisingly, I feel the crumble of paper. I grab the note in my pocket, and unfold it. It read this.

"Put on the bell." I raised an eyebrow, and stared at the bell in my hand. I then noticed it had a black cloth through the loop, and shrugged. This honestly wasn't the weirdest thing to happen to me today, so I won't complain. As I slowly put it around my neck, the bell began to glow ominously, and I was then encased in a bright light. I shielded my eyes so I don't go bloody blind. When I opened them, I was greeted to something that nearly made me cream myself in total happiness at my new clothes that appeared.

(A/N: Sorry, I know it's a bit lazy, but it saves time. Also, remove the skulls and you'll get the idea. And the staff needs to go too.)

The clothes seemed to be made out of some kind of leathery material... I'm not going to ask, I'll probably hurl. I shift the hood a bit, letting me see more in front of me. I look around and sigh. I guess I better look around. I decide to head north because reasons(I have no idea what I'm doing).

After a while, I begin to hear voices far off. Smiling to myself, I move closer to the direction they came from, and surprisingly find a small village. And Grogar was right... these are ponies. Except he forgot to mention one thing. These fuckers eyes are HUGE! Seriously! I've never seen eyes that big! I shook my head from the shock, and look closer and I could hear their conversation.

"So Gear, how's that project of yours coming along?" A all white pony with a green mane and a donut tattoo on her flank.

"Well, It still has its kinks, but it seems to be doing rather well. I'm going to try putting more magical output, see if that does anything." The steel grey, I guess its a stallion, replied. Fucking hell they talk too. I turn away and sigh.

This is going to be a long... LONG... LONG career.