A/N: My original plan is to update about once a week. So don't always expect me to update this often. Because you'd be disappointed and I'd feel guilty.
Also, the Circles have thousands of bronies in them, so if you'd like to make a cameo, send me a PM with your name and design and I might work it in. After all, you guys are bronies too. Those of you who have already commented have a higher chance at making it in. Good luck! 
Three people have put their characters forth and I am currently hashing out details. I may later have room for more, but for now the invitation is receded. Thank you.
Also, there's a scene at the end that explains a little bit about Overture. While not graphic, the subject material is not meant for readers with weak constitutions. You have been warned.
Twilight barely managed to regain her composure, she quickly threw the three spells back on and slowly backed away from Discord and the building that was far more confusing than anything she'd yet seen today. And that was saying something. The fact that Discord didn't follow her, even bothering to act like he lost her, would have been one more thing that occupied her mind if it weren't already full.
With a voice quite unusual for Discord, he spun around a few times in an apparent panic and ask-yelled "Where'd she go?!" Then he pointed to Lightning and said "Find her! Get the entirety of the Harmonics to find her. And Celestia help us, please tell me someone considered themselves to be Men In Black. 'Cause we need a neurolizer." The questions that arose in her head, like 'Why would Discord invoke Celestia?' and 'What does the suffix -lizer mean? Neuro means having to do with the brain.... lizer, lizer... what other word ends in lizer?' were quickly cleared when she turned and trotted off in the direction she had come, out of the clearing she subconsciously tweaked her route to match that of the three who had left earlier. Twilight didn't care, she wanted nothing more than to put distance between herself and the spirit of chaos.........
Wait, Twilight thought, These ponies are obviously being led by Discord... but they are more ordered than Celestia's own guard. Not much more ordered, but a trained eye could see it. Though that was tough considering their odd body structures and garments. Why would Discord surround himself with such suffocating order? Order that even the Queen of Organization was having a small amount of trouble digesting.
It was also obvious that these ponies, a term she decided to use based on the obvious sentience they all shared, had been here for a long time. About two months judging by the refuse and damage to the forest. That of course was the nice way of putting it. It had been two months sense this foul smell had first appeared. The smell of unwashed ponies and poorly disposed of biological waste. And she'd seen Discord's statue only a week ago when her and her friends gathered for Luna's birthday. Strange that even immortal goddesses who stay forever young are uncomfortable delving their age. Twilight silently chuckled to herself, despite the inaudibility spelled that cloaked her sound waves.
So, if Discord was out, but he hadn't made a move other than to gain a very large group of followers. Did that mean he was planning? Impossible! Discord couldn't plan. Not really. It went against his very nature. Besides, Twilight knew from first hand experience that this was a very bad year for planning.
That only left one option: That wasn't Discord. Whoever he was just looked like Discord. He didn't even have the right voice. What was their game? Twilight was snapped out of her reverie when two of the people in front of her began singing.
"We're Monks of The Moon!
We worship a cartoon!
Oh, we a-void jail,
So we tell a tall tale,
And sing our monk-y tune!"
Monks? Of the moon? Did they worship Princess Luna? Why won't these ponies MAKE SENSE! Argghh!
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After the impromptu song, I tried to lie down on the patch of ground I had been calling my bed for the past month and a half when Snake decided that bedtime could wait.
"So, what do you guys think it's gonna be like on the Mountain side of things?"
"Cold" I say simply. I really want to sleep. Please just go to bed. It's been a long day. And we've got a big day ahead I silently beg my green skinned friend.
"Does anyone remember all the different types of people there were when we got here? I've completely forgotten what kind of people are protecting Ponyville from the mountain baddies. I think I remember seeing a batman. Hey, you could get along with him Arrow. You're both from the DC 'verse."
"You know I'm not actually Green Arrow, right? I'm a Green Arrow inspired Bluntman from Bluntman and Chronic. And I seriously doubt Mr Forehead Wrinkles And Scowls, tokes up. Or allows anyone who does to go un-punched."
"Bluntman looked nothing like that. I've seen that movie. You have way more Green Arrow in you." Snake retorted.
"Yeah, well. I didn't like the original design of Bluntman. Plus I never really saw what he stood for other than smoking weed. And I wanted a more Robin Hood theme. You know, resist the Man.... man. At least I didn't get two feet shorter and grow a tail. What's up with that anyway?"
"You've destroyed brain cells, haven't you? This is like the fifth time I've told you. It's simple. Beast boy's my favorite hero. And I imagined being him a lot. That's my only connection to my appearance."
"Guys, we've got a long day ahead of us," I interrupt "Let's get some rest. Please."
"Okay, boss. Whatever you say, boss."
"Dude, not now. In fact, not ever."
"Whatever you say..... boss"
"Uggh" I groan, violently laying down as though I was on my bed back home, and immediately I was regretting it. "Ow...." I open my eyes and an OC pony was staring back with a very worried expression.
"Ahhh!!" I sit up quickly, flailing my arms before settling them into a defense position, confusion and fear coursing through me. "What- what do you want, man?"
The OC was panting, it would seem he had run to our camp. "Lightning Strike *pant* was followed *pant* by Twilight *pant* Sparkle."
"Twilight? Here? Do we get to meet her? Oh this gonna be so cool! I've always wanted to meet her!" Snake's favorite, of course he was excited.
After giving Snake a glare that stated simply, 'shut up'. The pony continued. "She's seen us. We're to find her, and kill her."
The five seconds it took the three of us to process what he just said felt like hours. And when those second long hours were over three voices rang out in unison.
"WHAT?!?"
"That son of a bitch! That goes against all we stand for! It's our job to protect them! How could he possibly allow that to happen?" I screamed, stomping in emphasis.
"Overture said that if whoever finds her doesn't have the stomach to do it themselves, to bring her to him and he'd do it himself."
"Get out of my sight." I say coldly, using my new authority for the first time. "I don't want to see your face again."
"Yes, your holiness." I cringe at the title. Turning to Snake and Arrow I take a deep breath. Steadying myself. It's been a long day, and it would seem the night would be far longer. And my nerves are so shot I'm actually shaking slightly. Heart going a mile a minute at the thought of Overture murdering an innocent pony. My deep breath fails to help and I collapse onto my knees. Putting my head in my hands and wrapping myself with my wings I begin to sob. I try to muffle my yelling but I'm pretty sure Snake and Arrow are hearing me curse Overture's name.
Arrow puts his hand on my shoulder, what little of it he can reach through my wings. "Dude, if we see her. We can just pretend we didn't. She'll make it to Ponyville and she'll be fine. I'm sure she's inside the Inner Circle by now anyway. She's a smart mare. She'll be fine." He smiles down at me. He's not known to do that so his small soft smile might as well have been a Pinkie Pie grin.
"Thanks, man. You're right. She'll be fine."
"Umm, excuse me? But... I'm lost..." said a very, very unfortunate familiar voice.
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When the singing stopped Twilight began paying very close attention to the creatures she was following. Enraptured by thier conversation. She learned the following things in quick succession:
1. The beings extended into the mountains, the current destination of these three.
2. They consider themselves protectors of Ponyville. The strange just keeps getting stranger. Evil protecting good?
3. The one clad in black was a high rank in the group.
4. They worshiped her, and if that building was any indication. Probably the Princess and her friends aswell. They certainly were a creepy lot.
5. The worst fact she'd ever learned. And she's learned a lot of facts in her life. Their Discord shaped-leader wanted her dead. Obviously he was as vile, if not more so, than the original Discord.
What happened next took her by surprise. Despite such a violent leader. Despite Black-Clad's assumedly high rank. He and the other two reacted to news of her execution order worse than even she did. When the black pony with a red mane left, she watched Black-Clad break down in a sadness she had not thought possible. She listened as they planned to aid her escape, and comfort each other by talking as though she was already safe. And it worked! Many ponies cared for Twilight. Her Parents, her Brother, all three princesses, the other elements of harmony, Spike, and many throughout Canterlot and Ponyville. But never had she seen someone care like this. It was alien, it was disturbing, and strangely, it was heart warming.
She might as well head home before the spells wore off. A letter to Princess Celestia had to be written. If it was only one them, she wouldn't have bothered. New creature, whoop de doo. But thousands? That's too large an impact to leave unreported. As she turned to Ponyville a thought occurred. She had no idea where she was. She had rarely been this deep into the Everfree before and needless to say the terrain looked different than it did two months ago. Turning to the only three creatures she thought might help her. She uncloaked. "Umm, excuse me? But... I'm lost..." she nervously pawed the ground as they ever so slowly turned around to face her.
"Twi-Twilight?" Whispered 'Snake', "I -I love you..." and his eyes rolled up and he crumpled to the ground as Black-Clad rushed towards her, wings extended.
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Overture's lion paw was massaging his forehead. This went so wrong. Lightning Strike would pay for allowing this. When Twilight dies. So would he. Overture was alone in the temple. His big yellow eyes glistened as he stared at the Lavender banner with the word Learn on it. His breath was ragged.
"It's for the greater good" he reminded himself. But he was still dreading the report. He only hoped that whoever found Twilight had the stomach to do it themselves. Someone like Soulless. He might have been a bit disagreeable but damn if he wasn't loyal. And he had some serious bloodlust in him. Overture did not want to the deed himself. But it had to be done. Twilight knew of the bronies presence. She would tell others. The human infection would spread, and they'd lose what they were fighting for. Even if Twilight could somehow remain silent (Yeah. Right.) She herself was already lost. And she would slowly spread human filth throughout all of Equestria. She could not be allowed to live. A single tear dropped down Overture's cheek. Gut clenched he moved to a pew and thought back to when he vowed to protect innocence.
17 Years Ago
Brattleboro, Vermont
15 Year old Richard was relaxing on the couch watching Rugrats with his little 7 year old sister, Stacie. Most brothers his age with a sibling of her age would be hard pressed to find themselves willingly spending time with them. But Richard was no ordinary brother. He loved his sister with all his heart. And when Dad died he took on the role of a fatherly figure to her. He poured his heart into making her happy, and making sure she'd grow up with all the opportunities in the world available to her. When he wasn't playing or watching TV with Stacie he was poring into his studies. He'd be damned if he wasn't going to get a high paying job to help out his family. His mom had become a bit of an alcoholic after her husband's death and was in danger of losing her job as local radio station Disc Jockey.
Richard didn't have a lot of friends. But those he did have more than made up for that. Quality over quantity. Every Friday Richard and his friend Matt would hang out for hours. They'd play D&D, Magic The Gathering, football in the backyard, Mortal Kombat, and whatever else they felt like. Usually they'd drink a few beers aswell, though never when anyone else was home. It was Richard's one day off in the week. And he loved it. Matt was even good with his sister. He brought her candies and trinkets and all kinds of crap. And she loved him. Even so far as calling him 'Uncle Matty'
One Friday, Richard was babysitting Stacie when Matt pulled in hauling two six packs.
"No, man. Stacie's here. I told you, not while anyone else is home"
"C'mon, man. It's just a few beers. Don't be a pussy." Richard shook his head, it had been an especially long week so a few beers wouldn't hurt.
5 hours later
"HOW. FUCKING. DARE YOU!!! I LOVED YOU MATT! SHE LOVED YOU!"
Blood seeped from Matt's head where Richard had broken the bottle over his head. He was now punching Matt in the head hard enough to break his knuckles. But in his drunken rage, he hadn't noticed the pain. Matt wasn't feeling any pain. He hadn't felt any for five minutes now. Because that's how long Matt had been dead. The coroner would later remark that it was the most gruesome blunt force trauma he'd seen dealt by a fist. Richard was screaming, tears flooding his face. His sister was curled up in a ball in the corner. Expressionless. Tear stains lined her cheeks. The cause of her tears was not her brother. She had yet to even recognize her brother since the ordeal.
The windows in their unlit house flashed red and blue. A violent knock on the door proceeded the violent entry of a group of police that surrounded Richard and pulled him away from Matt's body. Struggling to pin the reeling, distressed, completely out of control teenager. Two cops slowly coaxed Stacie out of her corner and into a blanket.
Richard was found guilty of Manslaughter and Assaulting a Police Officer. And was sentenced to 20 years in prison. He got out 5 years early for good behaviour. But he was never the same. He vowed he'd never see the empty look of lost innocence again. He'd never allow someone to feel that pain. He'd never let anyone hurt an innocent under his watch.
It was no surprise when he latched onto the Ponies. Their pure innocence was something forever lost to him. He had found an outlet. He wrote a fanfic and poured his pain into it. He wrote and sung music and poured more of himself into it. Haunting Melodies and cheerful, masking tunes churned in his computer. He even latched onto a villain, if you could call him that. The ponies would never really know true evil. And he'd hurt any writer of the show that would seek to change that. But that wasn't likely. At all. The villain he attached himself to was Discord. It reminded him so much of himself. Overture, as he now called himself, was never allowed the luxury of self discovery. He didn't know himself. Was he a murderer? A protector? A brother? A friend? A son? A traitor? A musician? An author? So many parts thrown idly together. Sometimes when he looked in the mirror he even saw Discord.
Overture sighed. Not even the ponies were safe after all. If there was a God, Overture would have a few words with him when he died before he went to hell.