So, my friends and I woke up in this forest none of us recognize, and were scattered by these wooden dog things. Now I gotta find my friends before we get into any more trouble. Now if only I wasn't a foot tall, and can say more than "Eevee"....

This is a random thought that popped into my head one day. I figured I'd get it out now. Still don't quite know where this'll end up, so let's take this adventure together.

Character tags and categories will be added as needed.

Proofread by Zannblade.

Have any theories? Can't remember who is who? Fear not! Thanks to Adenbadens for starting up a Google docs to help with this. You can veiw it here. Beware, wild unmarked spoilers abound in the grass.

Ancient Equestrian legends tell of eleven beings with the potential to become gods, yet doomed to eternal petrification. These strange creatures, “trolls” as they call themselves, rest within stone, deep within the Canterlot Gardens.

For now.

A Homestuck x MLP crossover, where the appearance of a twelfth troll marks the beginning of a paradigm shift. Chaos, insanity, and above all ridiculous shenanigans, all centered around the most dysfunctional team ever to grace Paradox Space.

Note to Readers: This work is based on Homestuck. As such, in true Homestuck fashion, it is chock-full of references to various MS Paint Adventures. Now, after some thinking, I realized that actually reading Homestuck is not that necessary. I mean, if you are the kind of person who jumps into everything blind, you can read on ahead!
But if you want to actually know what the hell is going on, then you should be familiar with the source material. Who knows what you would miss?

Co-written with SnapDrakeGames.
As this is a Displaced story, the Trolls are available for Displaced crossovers. Just give out a call.

One more thing: If you dislike the story enough to give it a downvote, then at least tell us what we did wrong. Feedback is naturally always appreciated, yet... Yeah.

Edit: added a Dark tag.

Shattered Skies has lived quite some time. He had done well for himself over the past few thousand years; staying out of the public eye and remaining generally uninvolved from pony society while he tended his forests.

Who wouldn't want that, right?

His job came with excellent security and fringe benefits, but after he was betrayed by a princess he trusted, all he wants to do is to live a normal life even if the world tells him otherwise.

Oc disclaimer: The original characters that appear in the story that are not my own have been obtained from the original owners via written permission.

As the elements were unleashed, the Nightmare knew it was over. But it would not let it's fun end. No, it would not be left behind. It would find another world to bring to ruin. As for the poor sap that was left in It's place? He was going to get blasted, what did it matter what he ended up getting from It?

Cover Image by NetherWalker

Realized there was no link, so I'm adding two, one here and one in the chapter. After the events of Don't Underestimate the Power of a Bored Mare , the juicy bits that I cant put in a T fic: Defining Love

Edit: I swear, half of you are uncultured heathens. The thing in the image with the Nightmare's hair is a substitute doll