Wolfenstien: The New Colossus/MLP: Friendship is magic crossover. William "B.J." Blazkowicz ends up stranded as a pony in an Equestria ruled by Nazis. And his only hope of kicking them out lies in helping a certain ensemble of ponies reunite.
Fitting. B.J. mused silently to himself. The nazis killed a city and replaced it with one of their own, blissfully unaware the old city’s corpse got buried right beneath their feet…
This is so frickin deja vu!!??
Especially that sewage mission under Nazi Berlin with all of the old city wreckage while driving that mini-submarine boat.
“...we should probably get moving.” B.J. finally said, gently nudging Twilight’s leg with one of his hoofs. The purple pony nodded mutely, sniffling a bit as she turned away from the small collection of tattered cloth and wooden debris. B.J. stole one last glance at the scattered clothing… and promptly did a double-take so hard he could almost swear he heard his neck crack.
“B.J.?” Twilight called out, but the captain barely heard her, preoccupied as he was with figuring out how the fuck that mannequin ended up wearing that suspiciously familiar sheepskin jacket.
“…where the hell did that come from?”
“Umm… the pony who owned this stall?” Twilight answered, the faintest hint of nervousness creeping into her voice. He couldn’t exactly blame her for being a little worried; from what he’d heard, he could come off as a little crazy at times, and that was before he got dumped into a world that looked like it had been plucked straight out of a particularly realistic acid trip. “Why’d you ask?”
B.J. stepped toward the mannequin whose jacket had caught his eye, gently tilting it back into an upright position as he studied the article around its limbs. “I asked because the pony who ran this stall apparently made a jacket that looks almost exactly like a jacket I used to wear.” The color was a slightly darker brown than he recalled, the sheepskin lining was lighter in coloration, the sleeves extended all the way down the wearer’s front legs, the left half of the jacket didn’t fold over the right half quite as much, and the buckles were different, but other than all those minor details, the jacket was pretty much identical in appearance to his old GI flight jacket.
“Really?”
“Yes, really.” B.J. began slowly undoing the buckles and zippers on the jacket, being careful not to damage it as he stripped it off the mannequin. In all likelihood, though, he probably didn’t have to worry; for an article of clothing that had been gathering dust in this dark, damp cavern for who-knows-how-long, the jacket was free of mold, not at all torn, not fraying anywhere, and otherwise looking like it had been made yesterday. Given everything else that he’d seen so far, he wouldn’t be surprised if it had some sort of enchantment that made it supernaturally durable.
And if that enchantment prevents wear and tear from damaging the jacket, then maybe it’ll prevent bullets and knives from damaging it too. And if it doesn’t… well, it’s still a pretty nice jacket. “Umm… do you need help getting that on?” Twilight offered, stepping a little closer as B.J. began trying (with mixed success) to get the jacket on. No wonder Twilight never bothered with clothes; to call getting just this jacket on a hassle was an understatement, and he didn’t have wings that might get in the way.
Okay, this is getting ridiculous? Did you give Rarity the foresight to make William's old GI flight jacket in new order?
Crazy coincidence!?
Twilight nodded, unfurling a map of the streets of Canterlot, post-nazi redevelopment. “Next stop; Eisenberg prison.”
So deja vu. And Deathshead doesn't have a better reason to just call it sometime else or new?
11750323 1: Rarity didn’t make the jacket, though the pony who did was a close friend of hers, and worked in the fashion industry as well. She was inspired by something she saw on the shelves of a certain enchanted comic book shop… 2: Yes. “Totenkopf”, as he calls himself, figured that he didn’t need to bother with coming up with an original name.
i think you still did well
This is so frickin deja vu!!??
Especially that sewage mission under Nazi Berlin with all of the old city wreckage while driving that mini-submarine boat.
Okay, this is getting ridiculous? Did you give Rarity the foresight to make William's old GI flight jacket in new order?
Crazy coincidence!?
So deja vu. And Deathshead doesn't have a better reason to just call it sometime else or new?
11750323
1: Rarity didn’t make the jacket, though the pony who did was a close friend of hers, and worked in the fashion industry as well. She was inspired by something she saw on the shelves of a certain enchanted comic book shop…
2: Yes. “Totenkopf”, as he calls himself, figured that he didn’t need to bother with coming up with an original name.