Trevor Young, a responsible young man by the age of twenty seven and Violet Young, a sweet and intelligent ten year old girl were taken and brought to Equestria as the one's they were dressed as and in the middle of a changeling invasion no less.
Trevor and Violet Young, two Overwatch fans and game enthusiasts. Trevor is a young man of 27 years with a bachelors degree in Computer engineering and legal Guardian to Violet Young.
Violet is a sweet and intelligent ten year old girl who always keeps her brother in check, makes sure he eats well, that he wakes up on time and so on.
Both siblings had always wanted to go to Pax but never had the time or money but on a special day, Violet's tenth birthday, Trevor had already made sure to take a few days off as well as have the money for the flight to California. Trevor even bought a costume of Tracer for her little sister and a Reaper costume for himself.
They had only spent one day in California before things went south after buying a life like replica of Tracer's Pulse Pistol and getting Reaper's Hellfire Shotgun.
By unknown mean these two sibling now find themselves in a world unlike their own. A world full of magic and beings thought to be myths and legends.
For Trevor, a new world isn't a problem. For him, it's keeping Violet safe by any means necessary.
Note before you read, Violet is a ten year old Tracer. Under the mask isn't Gabriel Reyes, it's Trevor's. So don't hate, just tell what you think needs to be improved.
Video game conventions: a large social gathering of gamers worldwide who find enjoyment in the virtual game worlds built by many game creators. It was also a place where some could dress up as their favourite character from their all-time favorite games.
This story is about two certain individuals, two siblings, one brother and one sister. These siblings were known as Trevor and Violet Young.
Trevor was at the age of twenty seven, already a computer engineer, and Violet was only ten, yet she shows more intelligence than any other kids of her age. Both of them had something in common, they liked Overwatch. The recently released game from Blizzard Entertainment had caught the attention of Violet, her interest leaning more towards a certain character, Tracer.
One of the reasons she had taken a liken to the character was Tracer’s unique ability to control the speed of her own passage through time, Tracer zips and blinks around the battlefield, eluding attackers and sneaking past defenses. A perfect skirmisher hero, Tracer is fragile but hard to hit, keeping one step ahead of her attackers while she harasses and harries the enemy team. Tracer excels at getting behind enemy lines, but it is inadvisable to move her through chokepoints. Should she find herself blinking into an ambush, she can rewind time to her position and state a few seconds earlier, giving her a second chance.
And seeing her brother play as Tracer and use her abilities only deepened Violet’s liking towards Tracer to the point that she had gotten her hair cut exactly like Tracer’s.
As for Trevor’s interest in the game it wasn't as strong as his sister's, but he did play it a lot, enough to be classified as addicted. He played all the characters in the game; Torbjörn, McCree, Zenyatta, Tracer, and even Zenya, but his favorite character was Reaper.
Trevor had played as Reaper more than any other character, but still managed to play as Tracer whenever Violet asks him to.
Violet had always wanted to go to convention dressed as Tracer and Trevor wanted nothing more than to see his sister smile, so he worked overtime at a computer repair shop.
After months of saving up, he had finally gained enough money to travel to California for Pax and even bought costumes for the both of them, a special order was made for Violet so she could go as Tracer. Trevor wanted to go as Reaper.
Both costumes looked like they were from the game and Trevor knew that his sister would be extremely excited when he told her and she was.
She was so excited on the day they had to leave for the airport, she wouldn't stop bouncing on his bed until Trevor woke up, saying that they were going to be late.
Hours after a long flight, Trevor had taken Violet to check out the area where the convention will take place. They many people like them in costume as they walked by, some even stop by to either compliment on their costumes or to awe at Violet for being Little Tracer.
“This place is massive!” Violet said as she sat between her brothers shoulders. The latter walked around, looking at some of the sights and cosplayers.
“Where else would a massive Video game convention would be?” Trevor asked under his mask. Violet bent over Trevor’s head to look him in the eyes. Trevor was only greeted by orange goggles blocking his sight.
“Hey, you think anyone here sells cool souvenirs?” Violet asked. Trevor took hold of Violet before lifting her off his shoulders and placing her gently on the ground next to him.
“Let's go find out.” Trevor answered and began walking down an aisle of booths. Some had collector's items, others had limited edition versions of certain games. Violet was amazed by the amount of game items on display but stopped in front of a booth as she stared at something that had caught her complete attention.
Tracer’s Pulse Pistols, a replica of the actual in game weapon. Trevor had stopped behind her and looked over to the Pulse pistols.
“I see that the little one is amazed at the replicas.” Both siblings heard the voice of a man not older than twenty or twenty two. He wore a costume of the Merchant from Resident Evil.
“So, what are you buying?” He asked. Trevor looked down at the two Pulse pistols and saw the price. One hundred and fifty dollars. He thought about it and sighed silently, the things he does for her sister.
Trevor took out his wallet before taking the money out and laying them on the table.
“I'll take the Pulse Pistols.” He said and the merchant clapped his hands with a small laugh.
“Go on, kiddo. Their yours now.” The man said before turning to Trevor as he was about to leave with Violet.
“Wait, you didn't hear the deal. You buy that, you get these for free.” The merchant said, catching the attention of Trevor. The latter turned and looked at what the merchant held.
Reaper’s Hellfire Shotguns.
“For free?” Trevor said, wanting to know if it isn't a hoax.
“Yep, I've been trying to sell these for weeks and thought that you might wanted them, free of charge.” The Merchant said. Trevor hesitated at first but took the shotguns after a minute of hesitation. Looking at the lifelike replicas, he thanked the man.
“Wow, thanks man.” Trevor said before looking up at an empty booth. It was devoid of all the merchandise and the man was nowhere to be found.
“Trevor?” Trevor heard his sister call out to him. He looked over to her and saw Violet sitting on the floor.
“I don't feel so good.” Violet said before her head hung limp. Trevor, not having time to react, followed suit and fell to the floor.
Darkness greeted both siblings as an unknown force took hold of them. As this went on, the merchant walked up to the two unconscious siblings before waving his hand over them.
“Make sure they end up in the same universe, Zeik.” The merchant heard as a tall, very muscular older man walked up to him. The merchant, now known as Zeik, looked back at the older man.
“I know what I'm doing, father. Being the son of The First doesn't mean you have to tell me how it works.” Zeik said as he crossed his arms. The Older man chuckled as door like portal opened up behind him.
“Come, your mother is waiting for us.” The older man said as he walked through the doorway. Zeik, looking at his handiwork, snapped his fingers before the unconscious forms of Violet and Trevor vanished. Zeik turned around and walked through the doorway before it closed.
No one even noticed the disappearance of the two siblings, almost as if they never existed in the first place.
Canterlot, the city of riches. The crown jewel of Equestria, and its illustrious capital. Home to two of the rulers: Celestia, raiser of the sun and ruler of the day. Luna, raiser of the moon and ruler of the night.
Today was supposed to be a tremendous occasion, the marriage of Princess Mi Amore Cadenza and Captain of the Guard Shining Armour.
Though a threat looms over the city and threatens the lives of many, Celestia foolishly let the wedding go as planned and only placed a large dome over the city for protection against any invaders.
The special guests of this tremendous occasion were the groom's little sister, Twilight Sparkle, and her friends. Upon arrival, Twilight began to rant on about how she was never notified beforehand of her brother’s wedding or even the mare he was dating. Her rant went on and on until finally meeting the bride, her former foalsitter, Cadence.
After Twilight performed their little greeting dance alone, she had began to notice a change of mood from Cadence, almost as if she never knew Twilight at all. Brushing it off as stress, Twilight continued inside the palace to help set up everything but had enough when Cadence barged in and started to bark out orders.
At this point, Twilight had accused Cadence of being an imposter and sought out to find evidence. After a fruitless effort, Twilight was confronted by her brother, telling her to stay out of the wedding and how he's disappointed in her.
Defeated and Heartbroken, Twilight had wandered through the palace. Thinking of something, anything that could help her show everypony that Cadence is an imposter.
She turned right at the next corner and was confronted by the bride herself, waiting with a manic grin. Surprised, Twilight did not have the time to react as the floor beneath her hooves vanished, sending her down to the crystal caverns beneath the palace itself.
“Uhh, ow.” Twilight groaned as she tried to get up but was greeted with an intense feeling of pain around her entire body. The fur on her cheeks were damp from the tears she shed not too long ago. Bruised were visible around her arms as well as her legs from the fall, she must've tumbled her way down at some point.
Unable to anything, Twilight could already feel fresh tears forming in her eyes before being blinded by a bright yellow light. The light was absorbed by the crystals which then allowed the cave to light up and Twilight saw two unconscious bodies.
One of a full grown stallion like being and another of a small child like being. Both of them were out cold but saw the stallion move.
Slowly, Twilight felt herself slip out of consciousness and rested her head on the stone floor.
Pain, a feeling familiar to Trevor. He had suffered through so much trying to take care of his sister, though the pain and tiredness was all worth it just to see Violet living a happy and healthy life. It was something he enjoyed knowing.
Opening his eyes and groaning, Trevor noticed the change in scenery. He was no longer in a convention center. He saw stone and crystals around the floor and ceiling.
From his quick scan around his surroundings, his gaze landed on a small unconscious body. Trevor quickly scrambled up to his feet before quickly kneeling next to who he hopes is Violet.
Shaking her lightly, Trevor could hear her whispering incoherent words. Another shake was greeted with a louder sentence of incoherent words.
One last shake, and the girl woke up with a groan.
“What is it, Trevor?” The girl’s voice did not sounded remotely like his sister’s and her accent was british. The girl looked up at Trevor, revealing the face of a very young Tracer.
“Violet?” Eyes wide as dinner plates, Trevor noticed the drastic change of his voice but not only that, the girl in front of him was his little sister, Violet but why does she look like a ten year old Tracer?
“Trevor?” The girl answered back, squinting a little before wincing at her headache.
“What happened?” She asked out loud. Trevor looked at Violet before answering.
“I-” Trevor was cut off by an echoed whimper behind him. Trevor looked back, seeing a woman laying on the floor battered and bruised. From the little light they had, Trevor noticed that the woman was covered head to...hoof with lavender fur. On her forehead was a horn
She wore a fancy dress, one that would be used for weddings and balls but looking at the state the dress was, the woman must've been through hell.
There were rips, tears, and even blood stains around the dress. It seemed that she had stopped bleeding mere moments ago and she seemed to be breathing.
Trevor nodded silently and stood up. Behind him, Violet was still in a daze and with a headache, she still hasn't noticed her change. Only with a few rapid blinks and she saw her recently purchased Pulse pistols. Reaching over to grab them, she had noticed that both pistols looked more real than they did before.
As soon as her hands touched the two pistols, they shone a cyan blue and so did Violets chest piece. Scared, she let go of the pistols, causing both the pistols and her chest piece to stop emitting the blue light.
Violet looked at the shadowy form that is her brother as he walked down the cave, probably to find the way out. Turning back to the two Pulse pistols and snatched it, causing both her chest piece and pistols to emit a cyan blue light.
Her fear diminished as she looked around the cave, shining the light of her chest piece as a flashlight. Hearing the loud steps of Trevor's boots coming closer, Violet shakily stood up.
“Ow ow ow.” Violet repeated the same word as she stood up, gaining the attention of Trevor. The latter quickly reacted and picked her up to avoid further pain.
“Are you alright?” His voice. That wasn't Trevor's voice but she knew it was him, no one would've picked her up gently. Nodding, Violet clung to who she assumed was Trevor.
“I know you're confused and scared. I am too and so far, this cave isn't helping.” Trevor said. Violet nodded in acknowledgement before her gaze landed at the strange woman.
Twilight felt immense pain through her body. She felt wet in a few parts, she could tell why. Tasting iron in her mouth, she knew it had to be blood.
Opening her eyes, she was greeted with the stone floor of the crystal cavern. Moving her gaze upwards, she saw the strange stallion from before, he was holding the little one as he spoke to it.
Unbeknownst to Twilight, the little one was looking at her. Twilight waited for a reaction from the little one but gained nothing.
For what felt like hours, Twilight stayed silent and waited for anypony - or even anything - to come and help, but to her dismay, the tall stallion like being turned to look at her.
“Please, don't hurt me.” Twilight pleaded with a whisper. She closed her eyes, expecting the worst to happen - but nothing did.
“I'm not here to hurt anyone.” Twilight heard the voice of the stallion. Opening her eyes, a clawed hand greeted her. Looking up more, she saw that it was the stallion offering his hand.
Placing her hand onto his, she was then gently lifted up onto her hooves.
“Where are we?” The stallion asked. Twilight dusted some dirt off of herself before answering, but seeing as most of the dirt were now just stains on her dress, she sighed before looking back at the stallion.
“We're deep inside the Crystal Caverns of Canterlot.” Twilight answered, earning an eerie silence from the stallion before he shook his head.
“Listen, I need your help. The city is in danger and an imposter has taken the role of the bride of today's wedding.” Twilight told the stallion. He looked at her, but with that mask, Twilight couldn't tell how he looked at her.
“Please, I know it sounds far fetched but everything is at stake and if I don't find the real Cadence.” Twilight stopped, not wanting to finish the sentence. The stallion let out a sigh.
Trevor was utterly confused. Crystal Caverns? Canterlot? Where was he and to top it off, this lady asks for help against something that could potentially be a total disaster. He sighed like always.
He didn't know what to do, what choice did he have? So taking a deep breath, he answered.
“Fine, but on one condition - that my sister gets some medical attention.” Trevor said, holding onto to Violet whom only managed to stay awake for so long despite her drowsiness.
The woman in front of Trevor only nodded. She then started walking deeper into the cave as if she knew something was there.
“Trevor?” Violet said to gain his attention. Trevor looked down at her and saw her pointing at something behind him. Trevor turned around and was greeted with the replicas he had just bought.
“I don't think toys are what we need right now, Violet.” Trevor said, much to his dismay Violet shook her head before pulling out her own recently bought replica of the Pulse pistols. What Trevor did not expect however was for them to glow along with Violet’s chest piece.
“I don't think they’re toys.” Violet said. Trevor looked back to the two shotguns before walking towards them. He then carefully bent over so he wouldn't harm Violet and picked one up, feeling that it was heavier than before - not to mention that felt more like if it was made of metal.
Trevor spent a few seconds then trying to come up with any sort of logical explanation for whatever is going on, but he only managed to make more questions than answers. Trevor then remembered the two holsters on his sides.
He holstered one on his left then the other on his right. This made Violet feel uncomfortable but was moved onto Trevor's shoulders.
After making sure Violet wouldn't fall off of his shoulders, Trevor had then walked the same direction the woman took. As he walked deeper into the cavern, his mind began to wander.
Today was perfect. Her plan was set and there was not a thing out of place, her army only waits for the shield to drop. Celestia is a fool to have set the shield up, having already made sure to have Shining Armor under a spell. Chrysalis only needed to ask for the shutdown codes, silly how a race of magical beings use technology and not magic for things such as shields, it only makes it much easier to infiltrate the city.
But with every plan, there must be a backup plan. Having that in mind, Chrysalis had hired two deadly mercenaries. She had seen their way of getting things done, not only are they efficient but also ruthless and will do anything to get their pay.
One of them so happened to be a changeling, a skinny male who's obsessed with explosions and the like. By the way he looked, Chrysalis could only assume this lone drone was from the Dead Hive. Of course, from his obsession over explosives, he is armed to the teeth with High powered grenades from the Gryphon kingdom. How he stole them from them was beyond Chrysalis.
His partner was very large gryphon. Donning a gas mask to hide his identity, he and his partner were involved in some of the most recent crimes, but from what Chrysalis got out of the gryphon was that he was only following the drone due to the latter hiring him as a bodyguard. He could also be the one that had supplied the other with the explosive weaponry.
No matter, as long as they headed her orders, they would be paid handsomely. Though she may have already discussed this with another changeling, she still didn't quite get the idea on why their names were so...strange.
Trevor couldn't understand the predicament he and his sister were in, questions filled his mind. Where they drugged and all this is just a drug fueled hallucination? No, it can't be. Violet was with him, so it can't be that. Whatever the reason may be, Trevor wouldn't care as long as Violet is safe and unharmed.
The cave around them shined with a dim blue light, lighting the way forward. The woman, who introduced herself as Twilight Sparkle, mentioned that she felt another person trapped here as well. Trevor stayed silent, hardly believing her, while Violet hung onto Trevor as they walked.
Imagine Trevor’s surprise when they found another woman in the cave. She was bruised badly and few stains of blood were noticeable on her torn dress. She was asleep, but wouldn’t be for much longer.
Violet let out a sneeze that echoed through the cave walls, waking up the other woman from her slumber. A pained groan left her mouth before her eyes fluttered open.
“Cadence!” Twilight exclaimed as she ran up to the downed woman and wrapped her arm in an embrace. The latter did the same before pulling back.
“Twilight, how did you find me?” The woman known as Cadence asked. Twilight only shrugged at her question.
“I… don't know, I just felt someone else in the caverns and-” Twilight was abruptly stopped as Cadence placed a finger on her lips.
“Okay, I get that, but how did you get here?” Cadence asked before removing her finger.
“I met your double and she didn't like me interfering with her plans.” Twilight answered. As the two women conversed, Trevor had been taking this moment to check on Violet. Other than sprained ankle, Violet seemed fine.
“Are you sure you alright?” Trevor asked once more. Violet, after rolling her eyes under her bright orange goggles, looked back at Trevor.
“For the tenth time, I'm fine, so stop being such a worry wart.” Violet answered. Trevor could only chuckle at his sister's response.
“I'm your big brother, I can't help it if I worry a lot.” He said, smiling under his mask. The smile soon left as Violet tried to stand again only to be met with pain. Trevor quickly picked her up again, not wanting Violet to hurt herself.
A pained yelp greeted Trevor's ears. Turning towards the owner of the yelp, Trevor saw Cadence trying to stand, but by the looks of it, she was hurting badly. Twilight kept her up by placing an arm over her shoulders.
“We need to hurry, it's almost time.” Cadence said. Twilight only nodded and Trevor could see a small lavender light begin to emit at the tip of her horn. As if by instinct, He closed his eyes and covered Violet’s eyes as well.
All throughout the span of a second, the light grew and engulfed everypony and everyone surrounding the unicorn. As fast as the light came, it vanished and left nothing as it took the group to their desired destination.
But not all things went as planned. Trevor and Violet had never been teleported by any means before, making the spell unfit to keep the two humans.
The feeling of being weightless was a new feeling for Trevor. However, it wasn't long before that feeling left, leaving him disoriented and confused. Once he got his bearings, he took notice of two things.
First was that he laid on a bed of tall grass, outside of the caverns he and his sister were trapped in. Second, Violet was nowhere in sight - and this realization gave the boost he need to get up onto his feet.
Trevor gave a slow three hundred and sixty degree spin, trying to spot Violet anywhere, to no avail. Worry filled Trevor's mind before his gaze landed on the building nearest to him.
A large palace fit for royalty - if so then Trevor stood on the gardens. He stared at it in awe, before being taken out of his stupor at a strange feeling pulling his attention towards the palace.
He felt as if he needed to be there and unconsciously started walking towards the door heading into the palace itself.
As Trevor entered through the door, he felt the need to speed up as the feeling that pulled him intensified.
Pain, nausea and confusion was all Violet could feel. One moment she was held tightly by her brother but the next she was on white marble floor. Taking notice of the sudden change of scenery, Violet also saw that she sat in the middle of a long and tall hallway that was decorated with paintings, vases, fancy wooden tables, and more.
She marveled at the well decorated hall before wincing in pain as she tried to stand once again. The pain soon became unbearable, making Violet whimper at each surge before it vanished. All of a sudden the pain left and Violet was able to stand.
Confusion donned the girl, and it only worsened as the light from the sun slowly left the halls. A loud hum greeted Violet's ears. Not long after that, figures started crashing through the windows.
Frightened by what is going on, Violet started to run. Not looking back, Violet could not only hear the sounds of windows shattering but also the sound of armored steps.
Quickly turning left, Violet could only guess on what she had just bumped into and opening her eyes, Violet could only feel more terrified.
It looked similar to the women she and Trevor had met moments ago, only this time the stranger was male. He wore what she could assume was some sort of advanced suit of armor. His mask covered his face and the visor emitted a green glow along with some parts of the armor.
A sword was sheathed in a scabbard attached to the back. He looked down at Violet, leaving the poor girl scared for her life.
“You must hide, child. It is unsafe.” He said before walking past her and breaking into a full sprint down the hall Violet came from. Following the stranger's words, Violet had found a guest room she could hide in before locking the door.
Violet was scared, terrified even and the feeling worsened as the thought of Trevor not being nearby. Curling up into a ball, her back was against the large bed.
Unnoticed by Violet, her chest piece began pulse its blue light. She cried out of terror, tears began streaming down her cheeks as she quietly sobbed by herself.
The spell worked, Twilight and Cadence were standing in front of the large doors that led into the wedding. It was after a quick look when Twilight noticed that the two siblings from earlier weren't with them.
Confusion, then worry and finally panic came to Twilight in full force. The thought of her leaving the two behind in the caverns or accidently separating them filled her mind.
“No, no, no.” Were the only words leaving her mouth before being roughly shaken out of her panic by Cadence.
“Twilight calm down. I'm sure they're alright but we can't look for them. We need to stop the wedding now before-” The voice of Twilight’s mentor rang through the closed doors. The wedding had just started. Without another word, Twilight forced the doors open before yelling.
“I object!” She yelled, gaining the attention from the crowd and a few groans of annoyance from her friends.
“Ugh! Why does she have to be so possessive of her brother?” The imposter said before she began to cry. “Why does she have to ruin my special day?!” She exclaimed.
“Because it's not yours!” Twilight heard Cadence yell before standing beside her. “It's mine!”
Gasps filled the room before it was replaced with murmurs of the crowd. Twilight could see the shocked faces of her friends.
“Oh Phooey, you found out.” The imposter said mockingly, before being engulfed in green fire. After the fire dissipated, it revealed the true identify of the imposter.
Queen Chrysalis.
The Queen turned to look at the hypnotized Shining Armor before forming a smirk. With a snap, Shining’s gaze snapped towards Chrysalis.
“You know what to do, sweetie.” Chrysalis said in Cadence’s voice. Shining nodded and raised his hand towards the window as his hand shone his blue magic hue. With a flash, Shining sent a bolt of magic towards the shield that encased the city.
The bolt hit and shattered the shield with ease. The sound was similar to glass and pieces of the shield fell as it slowly began to shut down.
With wide eyed stares, everypony looked out of the windows as the shield fell.
“And so it begins.” The voice of The Queen brought Twilight's attention back. Twilight saw that a few of the guards that were posted near the windows had been engulfed in the same green fire as Chrysalis before revealing that they were also Changelings.
The Changelings surrounding the entire wedding unsheathed their weapons, making everypony in the room begin to panic and run away - only to be cut off by the door blowing off its hinges, narrowly missing their heads.
“Round them up, boys! We got a city to take over!” Chrysalis shouted, gaining the cheers from her soldiers. Soon the Changeling soldiers went to work and bounded everypony. Twilight and her friends saw this and went into action.
At the cost of their dresses, they had fought off the changelings but to no success. They kept getting back up without a scratch and Chrysalis smirked as her men stood back up as if nothing had happened.
As much as Chrysalis enjoyed their fruitless efforts, she grew bored and held them up via magic. The six mares were lifted up by the green aura of Chrysalis’ magic.
They were lifted six feet of the ground and Chrysalis intended to smash them against the floor but Celestia wasn't having it. Acting quickly with her magic, Celestia had forcefully pushed the Queen away and sent her crashing into a wall. Twilight and her friends were released from the magical grip as a result.
“Quickly, run!” Celestia shouted. Twilight and her friends did just as they were told and ran out the room but the soldiers gave chase.
Confusion filled Trevor’s mind as he kept being pulled towards a certain location. It had intensified once more only a minute ago, leaving Trevor with a sense of worry of an unknown reason.
As he walked through the seemingly endless corridors, he began to wonder if he was lost or not. He had seen the same vase over three times in the past ten minutes.
Trevor saw the hall split in two and continued walking towards the left hall. The hall seemed to be darker than the other but light shone as he walked by a large window that overlooked a city below.
It was through the corner of his eyes that he noticed the sky, it was blue, yes, but it rippled every now and again. Narrowing his eyes, Trevor could see that it wasn't the sky that was doing so, but rather something almost similar to a bubble shield from certain Sci-fi movies.
Not moments later, the sounds of windows shattering greeted his ears before being hit by something with incredible force. Forced onto the floor, Trevor saw his assailant and what he saw was something that confused him.
It was an armored man with bug like wings and strange as it is, Trevor wasn't so surprised at that, but what did though was that he and others began charging through the halls - but one remained, looking at him with a sword in his hands. He started hovering over him, ready to plunge the sword into Trevor.
The latter quickly grabbed his attacker's leg before pulling, causing the attacker to slip onto the floor. Trevor took this chance to get up and run but didn't too far as the armored man flew towards him and tackled Trevor back onto the floor before repeatedly pounding his mask, causing it to crack slightly.
With an impressive shove, Trevor pushed the attacker away before getting up and grabbing the nearest item. A vase.
Smashing atop the attackers head, Trevor then began to punch, kick and shove but it only succeeded in angering his attacker. Trevor hacked and cough as he was quickly grabbed by the neck and with smirk, the armored man began to slowly apply pressure.
Trevor tried to break the man's grip but only served as amusement for the latter. Vision slowly deteriorating, Trevor subconsciously took hold of one of his Hellfire shotguns before pulling the trigger.
Blood splattered onto his mask and the deadly grip loosened. Trevor realized what had just occurred as he gazed at the man's chest, seeing multiple bullet entries as well as green ooze.
Falling onto the floor dead, the man lost and Trevor won but shock donned the later as he stared at the gun his hand. His breathing went back into a steady pace before exhaling loudly.
“Holy fuck.” He said under his breath. After getting his nerves together, He continued down the hall.
This proved to be troublesome as more and more of those armored people were going down the hall. To fuel the fire, he could swear he heard crying over the loud steps.
Gritting his teeth, Trevor began to walk again, heading closer and closer to the armored men. Guns in hand, Trevor knew what had to be done.
‘If that other guy attacked me for no reason, what's to say that the others won't do the same?’ Trevor thought as he reached a large single white door. The pull intensified.
Trying to open the door only allowed him to find out that it was locked. Taking a step back, Trevor then proceeded to ram the door with his left shoulder.
Another ram and the door burst open, allowing Trevor to see what - or who - was inside.
The rapid echoing hoofsteps could be heard from afar as Twilight, along with her friends, ran down the corridor. Not far behind them was a large group of changeling soldiers with their weapons ready.
After countless twists and turns, the group had managed to exit into the gardens of the palace and were all greeted with quite the sight. Above in the sky were more changeling soldiers ready to drop down for battle at a seconds notice.
“What are we going to do!?” Said a very distressed Rarity, the fashionista of Twilight’s circle of friends. She wore a bridesmaid dress and so did Fluttershy, veterinarian of the group, as well Pinkie Pie, the party mare of the group.
“I say we take ‘em on.” Said the athlete of the group, Rainbow Dash as she pounded a fist into her palm. This was earned with an angered look from her rival and friend, Applejack.
“You're insane if ya think we can take on a group of armed bug soldiers.” The Farmer mare said. As she said this, Twilight looked back at the doors they ran through, hearing the sound of armored hooves getting closer.
“Doesn't seem like we have a choice.” Twilight said to everypony as her hand shone the very same lavender hue her horn did. Hearing this, both Fluttershy and Rarity took a single step back away from the door. Rarity’s horn soon hone a light blue hue, readying herself to fight while Fluttershy simply took a fighting stance just as she was taught.
Pinkie Pie had managed to not only change her attire but had also somehow gotten her hands a wooden bat. Rainbow Dash and Applejack ceased their argument and took their own fighting stances.
Before they knew it, the doors were blown off their hinges by an incredible force and not long after that, the soldiers came running out with their weapons ready. The six mares dared not to move, waiting for the changelings to make their move.
Three of the seven changelings were unique compared to their comrades. The middle changeling was tall and very muscular, the latter was more apparent by the lack of armor on him. The only thing of armor that could be seen was the horned helmet it wore and as for his weapon of choice, he held a large battle axe. To his right was another odd changeling, wearing a full set of knight armor and holding only a longsword. Finally, to the left of the large changeling was another unique individual of the group. This one looked more like the other one, wearing a set of knight armor with the exception of the helmet. His weapon of choice was a one handed flail while he held a shield on his other hand.
Both groups were seen unmoving, glaring at one another. It was then that Twilight saw everything slow down to a crawl as a single word was uttered by the large changeling.
“Honor!” Yelled the large changeling, followed by the cries for battle as his group charged just moments later. Twilight, along with her friends, stood ready to fight as she began to cast a torrent of flames up to the group.
~Ω~
Trevor stood ready with both guns in hand only to be shocked at the sight of Violet. She was curled up and shook with fear while hiding her face behind her knees. Trevor dropped the shotguns and ran up to Violet, his brotherly instincts kicking in at the sight.
“Violet!” He exclaimed as he got onto his knees while taking off the ridiculous mask he wore for the last hour. Once his mask was discarded onto the floor, Trevor pulled the sobbing form of Violet into a comforting embrace. “I'm here, sis.” He said in a comforting tone, his voice sounded like it never changed. Violet sobbed onto her brother’s chest, finally letting go of the tears she held as her brother whispered kind words to her. After what felt like hours, Trevor finally spoke. “What happened? You're not hurt, are you?” He asked, his tone showing the worry he felt for his sister.
“I'm scared.” Came the quiet answer from the younger sibling. Trevor’s embrace tightened slightly, allowing Violet to feel safe in his arms. It felt odd for Trevor as he held Violet in his arms, it felt odd because of Violet now having the complete appearance of Tracer but this fact did not hide that this poor girl was truly his sister.
“You don't need to be, now that I'm here.” Trevor said as he stood up with Violet in his arms. He gently placed Violet onto the bed before making his way towards the open door to peek out through the hall, seeing nothing that would threaten them both. He turned back to look at Violet and was greeted with the curled up form of his sister.
He walked up to the bed and sat beside Violet as the latter still shook in fear. It broke his heart seeing his sister in such a state. Leaning towards Violet, Trevor pulled her into another comforting embrace but stayed silent during this. As he rocked her from side to side, hopping it would comfort Violet more if he did, Trevor saw the mask lying on the floor from the corner of his eyes.
He pulled away from the embrace to pick up the discarded mask from the floor before looking at it. Violet, in the meantime, kept letting out a few quiet sobs and hearing this, Trevor decided to put on the mask once more before standing up from the bed.
“Where you going?” Asked Violet before sniffling slightly. Trevor looked down at himself and saw the stocks belonging to his gun on both holstered at his sides. Nodding to himself, He walked up to a large wardrobe before he began to push towards the door, intending to block it to ensure Violet’s safety for the time being. With the wardrobe now in place, Trevor looked back at Violet before answering.
“I'm going to make them pay for making you cry. Stay here and don't let anyone in.” Answered Trevor, his voice now deep and gruff like before. The sounds of fighting greeted both sibling and hearing this, Trevor followed the source of the sounds out into the balcony before looking down at the courtyard of the palace. There he saw Twilight and what Trevor could assume were her friends all fighting a group of seven of the same soldiers that had attacked Trevor before. His anger doubled at the sight of them.
Trevor climbed onto the railings, looking down at the fight as he did. It seemed that Twilight and her friends were holding their own, until this changed once more when Changeling reinforcements had dropped from the sky. Now they were outnumbered and surrounded, leaving Trevor to do the one thing he could do to help. He jumped off from the railing and plummeted down towards the ground. As he fell, he noticed the shadows that began to pour off of him as he fell and before he could comprehend what was going on, his entire body was engulfed in a strange black smoke before he could hit the ground. The smoke held him up a few inches off the ground, feet first and waited for Trevor to move a muscle. Wasting no time to think on what had just occurred, Trevor took hold of both Hellfire shotguns before charging towards them, letting out an angered yell as he did.
He was unsure how this fight would end as he himself is inexperienced in armed combat and only mildly experienced in brawling. But with a single pull of both triggers soon changed his uncertainty to confidence as the first of the seven changeling was not only sent back from the impact but killed him as well with the multiple bullet penetrations. Of course, this had caused the other soldiers to turn their attention towards him. Catching a glimpse of a confused Twilight Sparkle, Trevor could tell that their attackers moved towards Trevor and surrounded him.
Seeing that he was truly surrounded, Trevor dropped both guns before reaching onto his sides almost as he had two more Hellfire Shotguns and like magic, he did and they seemingly appeared out of thin air too.
Without any warning, the large one charged towards Trevor only to be shot multiple times. Trevor didn't let up, unloading both shotguns onto the large soldier until it dropped dead just inches away from his boot. Dropping his guns again, he pulled out another pair. The remaining soldiers gripped onto their weapons before charging all at once, ready to kill Trevor for what he did. But before any could land a single hit, a loud shout was heard from above.
“Ryūjin no ken o kurae!” Came an unknown voice from above. Not even a second after that was heard, half of the soldiers surrounding Trevor yelled in agony before falling onto the floor. Not a minute after that, a figure landed just in front of Trevor. On the figure’s back was a scabbard, the figure stood up and spun the sword in his hand before placing it in his scabbard, causing a few green sparkles to emit from the scabbard. The remaining changelings looked at one another before dropping their weapons and fleeing. “I must apologize for my tardiness. I am Genji.” Said the ninja like stallion in armor. Trevor felt as if he had a million questions towards what is going on but for reasons he does not comprehend, ignores this revelation just he did with the shadows engulfing, his sudden boost of anger as well as the two never ending shotguns.
Whatever the reason it may be could wait as Trevor ran into the palace, ready for fight he didn't wish to be in.
Charging into a palace infested with bug-like invaders wasn't something Trevor would ever do throughout his life, not even as young lad and his imagination ran wild during his childhood. He was shot, stabbed, sliced at with various weapons as he ran through the large, seemingly endless halls but the pain didn't stop oh no no no, the changeling invaders simply fueled to with the need to drive on and pushing them back by any means at his disposal.
"Jump up your own asses and die!" Trevor yelled through repeated shotgun fire from his own twin Hellfires. This action gave Trevor a feeling of pure disgust, never in his life did he think he would take another's life let alone more but here he was, gunning down the insect horde that fruitlessly attempted to overwhelm him. 'They just won't learn, no matter how many I gun down they simply won't stop. Do they not care for their own lives? Are they truly heartless creatures?' These thoughts began to overwhelm to the breaking point. Dropping both his weapons, Trevor fell to his knees while overcomed with the guilt of murder hitting him like a ton of bricks.
With was fortunate that the Changeling horde stopped, maybe they finally saw the carnage, the destruction and the deaths of many of their kin. The thoughts of families that were torn due his actions filled Trevor’s mind, reminding him of the loss of his own parent. Looking at his discarded weapons, Trevor huffed out simple cuss before picking them up.
His breathing was heavy and ragged, audible to the silent halls. Straightening himself, Trevor soon let out a grunt from the sudden pain emitting from his right leg and looking down to inspect the damage, he found a knife embedded into his boot, cutting through the thick material and piercing his shin. He attempted to walk, to ignore it but the pain was just too much.
With pained yell, he leaned onto the wall on his left to support him and prevent him from falling. He looked back down at his shin and took a firm hold of the embedded knife before taking a deep breath. ‘One… two… three!’
The sound of flesh being torn open soon filled the halls and soon afterwards, Trevor's cry of pure agony. The knife fell to the floor, bloodied and snapped at the tip. His breath quickened at the surge of pain but soon found its rhythm once more. The wound made by the knife, began to close itself leaving a scar in its place before the black smoke from before emitted from his leg. Once the smoke left, the scar was nowhere to be seen, leaving Trevor to wonder how.
He took one step forward then another, then another and to his surprise, Trevor was walking down the hall once more but unmistakable limp could be seen. He passed by multiple bodies belonging to both the defenders and the invaders on his short trek. He simply wish to return to his sister, to make sure she was safe and to comfort her as a brother should but alas, fate has more undesired plans for the poor man.
Suddenly a chained hook wrapped around his torso before piercing his shoulder for an added leverage and was soon pulled towards his assailant. What Trevor saw surprised him, a large obese griffin in familiar wastelander gear and a gas mask. Heavy breathing could be heard from the obese griffin before being shoved to the side and impacting a wall, adding more pain onto Trevor.
“Hmph...” The Griffin grunted out before turning to walk away, leaving Trevor to bleed from the newly formed wound on his left shoulder.
“W-where do you think-Gah-you're going?” Trevor asked between grunts of pain. His question brought the obese griffin to halt. “I've still got some fight in me, so bring it on Fatty McBiglarge!” He yelled out, angered beyond belief before taking a hold of the two newly formed hellfire shotguns and pointing them at the griffin. The latter scoffed at Trevor’s remark.
“You're not worth my time.” Came the Griffin’s response before chuckling to himself and glancing back at Trevor. “But if you really want to die you could've just-” He was suddenly struck by Trevor's right fist, cutting off his speech and sending through the wall into a guest room, knocking him out cold.
Trevor was left panting from the sudden boost of strength but otherwise grateful for it. His one punch knockout, leaving him to wonder about his newfound strength as he stared at his fist in awe.
‘This is about to get interesting, kid.’ A voice spoke from somewhere deep within his mind. Trevor, having wasted enough time already, scoffed at the sight of the downed griffin laying in a pile of rubble. ‘What are you waiting for!? Move! ’ The same voice yelled, compelling Trevor to start moving and unbeknownst to him, his body emitted the very same black smoke from before. With a grunt, Trevor took out another pair of hellfire shotguns.
Humiliation, defeat and an aching body was rewarded to the obese griffin once he awoke, groaning loudly as the rubble beneath him shuffled at his movements. To his right was his scrap cannon and to his left was his chained hook.
“I don't get paid enough for this shit.” He said, sitting up from his bed of crumbled marble. Wrapping his chain around his left arm and grabbing his scrap cannon, he stood with a loud grunt. Once back on his lion like feet, he recalled the event that led to his current state and chuckled. “Fatty McBiglarge, never heard that one before.” He said just above a whisper before taking a hand full of scrap from his pouch and loading it up in his gun. Dozens of hoofsteps were heard from both ends of the hall and the griffin smirked beneath his mask.
“There, it's one of the fugitives!” Yelled one of the palace’s soldiers. The obese griffin scanned his new opponents, noting their weapons that varied from a simple sword to even a lance, that to his surprise, had revealed to be some sort of energy weapon that was most likely powered by magic. “Don't move, fatty!” Another yelled to his right as each side readied their weapons. “I didn't think griffins could get so fat.” Another commented, gaining scoff from the griffin himself. The latter took hold of a canister and unhooked it from his belt before attaching it to his mask and inhaling the substance within. Just like that, it was as if time began to slow down.
Dropping the canister, the griffin quickly drew his scrap cannon and fired at the group to left, hitting a few while other panicked and fell back. With impressive speed, he threw his hook to a stallion from the group to right and hooked him before swinging the chain and smashing the unfortunate stallion against another. Soon the guard broke out from their shocked state and began to attack but none of them could even get close enough as each and every one of them were struck by the hook, killing them by either implement or by the blunt force of the hook itself.
He forced the chained hook to discard the impaled, leaving them to bleed onto the floor. Once that was done, the chain wrapped itself around the griffin’s arms and the hook fell to his open talon like hand. With huff he turned to walk toward the left end of the hall and as he walked his voice could be heard.
“So much drama goin' on in the LBC, it's kinda hard bein Road H-O single G.” Could be heard as he walked through the bodies of his victims.
Violet sat in a corner by herself, praying for whatever is happening to be over. There have multiple attempts to break into the room but were futile thanks to the heavy wardrobe her caring brother had used to barricade the door. The sounds of fighting, death and destruction were heard muffled through the door and windows, Violet whimpered at these sounds.
She was tired. Her eyes red from crying and her cheeks stained with dried up tears. She wanted to go home, to go back to their normal lives and out of this horrid mess.
She was soon startled once again by a set of knocks coming the blocked door. Violet held her legs close together, afraid to be seen or heard. Another set of knocks greeted her ears and the poor girl was scared to death.
“Well, time for plan B!” A muffled voice was heard before silence. Hearing no more of the odd knocking, Violet calmed down enough but sadly-
*BOOM*
The door was blown wide open and the wardrobe was tossed aside from the blast. Eyes wide and pupils the size of pinpricks, Violet held the urge cry once more in an attempt to stay quiet. She heard the footsteps of the one responsible and looked beneath the bed, seeing the man’s leg and pegleg. The man walked around the room, looking through drawers, wardrobes and even under the pillows as if looking for something worth taking and it seemed that he was about to turn to leave.
Violet whimpered once more, catching the attention of the man with the pegleg. Slowly he walked around the bed and once he came into view, Violet saw that this was no man but anthropomorphic bug man. Spotting the young terrified girl, the bug man grinned menacingly .
“Well, hello there.” With those words, Violet felt fear once more.
