After a world of peace and harmony falls into disarray, it's inhabitants turned into blood-sucking creatures, and no pony trusted eachother anymore. A single man appears in the middle of Equestria.
(Granite's POV)
Harmony. Peace. Kindness. Order. Those words were now rarely spoken in Equestria. Everything fell into disorder and chaos. No where was safe. The Flash has corrupted millions of ponies in Equus.
What was the Flash, you may ask? It was an event that happened long ago, when a bright flash of light appeared on the sky on one fateful night. No pony knew what it was or what it brought, so they just ignored it and moved on with their lives. Little did they know, unfortunately, that minor event created an effect that changed the world.
Granite, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky himself. After Celestia attacked Castle Paris, as he and a handful of agents activated their watches, and he was transported to this distorted world.
Readers, I welcome you to Sanguine Winter.
The Xenolith Artifice is a short story that I had created months ago. After a bit of editing and spell checks, I might upload it here.
Also, cover image is from S.T.A.L.K.E.R. You should play it.
Rated Mature because of gore and minor sexual jokes and stuff. You get the idea.
Also, instead of disliking the story, you could just tell me what the problem is. That way, I could make the story more to your liking. I'm still an amateur, you know.
Also, I never got the hang of FimFiction's character tags. Please tell me what I'm missing.
"Castle Paris has fallen!" Granite shouted as he ran towards the exit. Thirty seconds after the attack, the entire base was now overrun by horses.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Granite cursed as he was pinned down by the ponies that were once his agents. He was forcibly held to the ground by three normal ponies and one pegasus. "Harry, speak to me! How can you not remember me?!" He yelled at the green coated pegasus holding him by his right hand.
"I still remember you, Granite. My mind was just opened by our Princess' gift." The pegasus smiled at him. "Also, my name is Minty Fresh." One unicorn levitated a test tube filled with a purple glowing liquid. The pegasus took the test tube and looked at the unicorn. "Hold him for me, please?" Minty asked the unicorn, and she complied. The pegasus nodded in thanks and opened the test tube and held it to Granite's mouth. "Prepare to receive your true ruler's gift."
"No!" Granite heard someone shout from behind the pegasus. The mysterious man lunged at the pegasus, knocking them to the ground, and spilling the liquid to the concrete ground. Granite kicked both of his legs, loosening the grips of the ponies holding him. He rolled to the right, and stood up. The ponies jumped at him, but were stopped as bullets ripped through their chests, causing them to cough blood and go limp on top of him. He looked at the gunman, and noticed he was wearing heavy-duty Hexagon armor and a mask underneath a gray coat, but the insignia was stripped out. Granite thought of the inconsistencies and offenses this man had done. Taking heavy armor from the armory, and ripping off the insignia as well? They could have been sent to their dooms to the Void if they were caught.
"Stop fucking with those pussies and follow me!" The gray coated man called Granite as he held his weapon and fired at the ponies trying to get to him. Granite immediately stood up and went to the masked man. "There's a jeep parked over there-" As he pointed to the parked jeep, a mare jumped on his back. He grabbed the mare's hooves and threw her to the ground. Still fazed, the mare tried to stand up, but the masked man stomped on her face, flattening it and spraying blood to the ground. "-if we can get through, we could escape!" Granite nodded and followed the coated man. "My name's Forty-Seven! I'm going to hint that yours is Granite!"
"How did you know?" Granite asked. Forty-seven pointed at the tag sewn on Granite's shoulder. Granite looked to the left and saw the armory. "Let's arm up first!" He shouted. Forty-seven nodded. They headed towards the armory. They ran towards the door and knocked it open.
They saw surviving agents take whatever weapon they could find, and fight the losing war outside. After all, dying in battle is more honorable than running like a coward. Granite went to a separate room, just next to the armory and headed to his own locker and opened it. Being a HOST had it's perks. Having your own armor is one. He took the black Actinum fiber chestplate and wore it, the chestplate was comfortable, light, and flexible. But it also had the power to stop a single armor-piercing tank shell if needed. He also took his black leggings, also made with Actinum fibers, and his black boots, only made with leather. He wore his utility belt, holding three self-replenishing magazines, each holding a different magazine designed for different weaponry. As a member of the HOSTs, the magazine holders held magazines designed for SL-12 Silencers, STP-B2 Shadows, and shells for VL-A5B Scorpion. The weapons being a submachine gun, a pistol, and a shotgun, respectively.
Granite took the weapons out of his locker, and slung them at his shoulder. He then took four Shadows and holstered them at his belt he checked inventory on what he was now bringing with him. He noticed a A6-141 Injector already attached to his belt. He just shrugged and checked for a helmet in the locker. He found one momentarily, and he looked at the helmet that hung inside the locker. He stared at it for a couple few seconds before he shook his head, took a deep breath and knelt down. He lifted a trapdoor on the bottom of the locker, revealing a secret compartment. He grabbed the item inside it and held it near his face. "It's been a long time since I wore you." He stood up, holding the black gas mask at his hands. The mask was pure black, and the glass was also printed black. He turned the mask to the left, then to the right, viewing the mask with awe. The ground shook a couple seconds later.
He placed the mask on his face, and the electrical features activated. The mask latched on his head, injecting needles on the back of his neck. The needles attached themselves on the nerves of his spine, giving the mask enough information on his body. The centerpart of his eyes now glowed red, leaving a faint trail of red light as he moved his head around. He checked his Heads-Up Display, and it displayed his heartrate and his ammunition. He went to the locker next to his and opened it, revealing an array of gray coats. He took one and wore it. The sleeves of the coat extended and covered his entire arm, only stopping at his wrist. The cloak covered his legs, and he pulled the hood over his head, covering his face with darkness, the red dots for eyes the only ones visible beneath the shroud of darkness.
"Let's go!" Forty-seven shouted and opened the door once more.
"Holy shit." Granite said behind his mask as he took his steps outside the armory. The once great Castle Paris was now nothing more than a group of crumbled buildings and smoking ashes. He looked around, tightly gripping the Scorpion with both his hands and they charged to the parked jeep next to the barracks. As they got in, Granite stood up and took his Scorpion, and fired at the nearby equines.
"Start it!" Granite shouted. He looked back at Forty-seven, which struggled to even start the engine. "This is taking too lo-" He yelp as he was knock out of the jeep by an incoming bolt of magic.
"Granite!" Forty-seven shouted, took his pistol and fired at the unicorn, which went limp afterwards. He got out of the jeep and dragged Granite back up. He tried to start the engine again, and after a few more times it had successfully started. "Yes!" He shouted in praise as he grabbed the steering wheel and stepped on the gas. They continued for atleast five minutes, and as they were nearing the gate, a blast of magic hit the left tire, knocking the jeep around.
"Shit!" Forty-seven shouted as their jeep got overwhelmed by multiple hostiles. They rolled towards a cliff, where Granite held at a rope, clinging to dear life. Forty-seven quickly came to the rescue and grabbed the rope.
"Hang on!" He shouted as he pulled Granite inch by inch. A flash of light suddenly hit Forty-seven in his waist. "Fuck!" He hissed in pain. He turned around and grabbed his pistol, and started firing on the incoming horde.
"Hang in there!" He shouted. He took turns pulling the rope then firing at the crowd. "Almost there!" He crouched and lent his hand to Granite. They struggled to grab each other's hand. Suddenly, it was interrupted as a pony jumped on his back.
"For the Princess!" He shouted as he rode Forty-seven. He lost grip on the rope for a minute before he threw the horse off the edge, and grabbed the rope back. Granite was bumping to the Rocky surface of the cliffside, where he bled at his head.
"Sorry!" He shouted and pulled the rope again. He suddenly flinched, and grabbed his arm in pain. He pulled his sleeve to see that he was contaminated with the potion. He looked at Granite and pulled his mask off.
"Me?" Granite exclaimed as he saw his doppleganger's face. The clone's face now distorted, and slowly formed a snout. His eyes enlarged, and ears grew on his head. His skin now formed a brown fur coat, and a horn protruded on his forehead. He looked at Granite with teary eyes before saying.
"I- I'm sorry." He pulled a grenade off his coat and primed it. He took a knife and cut the rope from the jeep, making the original Granite fall.
"Come at me, you grass eating freaks!" He shouted, his voice now distorting and forming into another.
"Hail the Mighty Zephos, bringer of peace and war. Send thine agents to avenge me and my people." He recited, and took a deep breath. With his remaining strength, he took his knife and charged to the crowd.
He grabbed the nearest pony, a pink coated pegasus mare, by the neck and slit her neck and dropped her, left her to die. "Protect your people against our aggressors as we protect you." He jumped, to a flying purple coated pegasus and made a huge slice down his torso. "Save us from corruption and chaos, as we save others from themselves." He landed on the ground and dropped his knife and took his pistol. He turned around and shot at the unicorn about four feet away from him.
He started to lose balance and stood on all fours. He started to lose his own consciousness, with it being replaced by a new one. "Free us from the confinements of the oppressive, as we free the oppressed from themselves." Using his newly developed horn, he grabbed the grenade and the pistol from the ground.
"We may fight!" He used his magic and choked two ponies near him, killing them in the matter of seconds. "We may surrender!" He knelt down, his body weak from the potion and his rampage. "But we will never fall!" He removed his coat, revealing a cutie mark of the Hexagon HOST Insignia. A blue hollow hexagon with three lines overlapping it. He also wore a belt filled with grenades. He took all of the grenades, and with one final push of adrenaline, he primed the explosives and shouted his final words.
"Long Live the Hexagon!" A large explosion happened, leaving Granite in shock.
"Holy shit!" He cursed as he fell to his death. There he noticed a vine protruding from the cliff. With a strong grip, he grabbed the vine and used it to slow his descent. He swung to the nearest ledge and climbed up. He then was knocked to the ground by a gray mare.
"Hey, there's still one here!" The mare shouted, alerting four other ponies to him.
"Ah, fuck." He pushed the mare away from him, and launched her away. He hastily stood up and brushed the grime and dust off his coat. He grabbed his Scorpion and aimed at the five ponies infront of him. Two were unicorns, and the rest were pegasi. "Stay back!" He said as he pointed the Scorpion at each of them, erratically switching targets. The ponies looked at eachother and nodded. They faced Granite and went nearer, all while putting a smile on their face. "Ah fuck!" He pressed the trigger, killing two pegasi and wounding one unicorn.
They all simultaneously jumped at Granite. He ducked, making them miss by an inch. He then turned around, and aimed the Scorpion at them after he had chambered another shell. He pulled the trigger, firing the shotgun again. Unfortunately, no one got hit. He pumped the shotgun once more, and fired at the lone pegasi's direction, missing once more again as she flew in extreme speed. "Hold still, you jittery hyperactive piece of shit!" He shouted again, before pumping the shotgun one more time. He aimed at the pegasus. "I've got you no- Agh!" He yelped as he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He looked down to see that the coat had a black scorched spot, created by the recent attack the unicorn had made. "Fucking dicks!" He slung the Scorpion and took his SL-12 Silencer. He aimed at the pair of unicorns and pulled the trigger. The high fire rate of the weapon aided in hitting the two unicorns before they could teleport away. The Silencer filled the unicorns with bullets, some even passing through their bodies. He was halfway through the magazine when he was knocked down by the same pegasus. "Damn it!" He cursed as he dropped his Silencer.
"I brought some friends!" The pegasus said and pointed at the huge crowd of ponies that were looking at me.
"Oh, shit." He swiftly grabbed his knife and swung it at the pegasus' face, creating a huge gash. She yelped and recoiled from the sudden assault while Granite stood up and headed for his Silencer. He grabbed it from the ground, and removed the magazine, checking it's ammunition. He placed the magazine back and chambered a round. "How the hell am I going to do this?" They all charged while emitting battlecries. Granite took a crouched stance and aimed at the incoming horde. He took a deep breath and pulled the trigger. The gun's barrel lit up as bullets came flying out of the gun, headed towards the crowd. He slung back his Silencer and took two of his Shadows. The ground shook, and he looked up. A dropship was giving air support as it bombarded the landscape with howitzer rounds and machine-gun fire. He looked closer and he saw a black object headed for the Castle. 'Is that another fucking HOST-' His thoughts were interrupted as a bottle of the purple liquid flew infront of him, barely missing him by an inch. He looked at the crowd of ponies to see they each had test tubes filled with the liquid. "Where the hell do they get these things?!" Was the only thing Granite said before the pegasus leading them threw hers. Granite ducked, avoiding the fluid in the nick of time. He looked at the crowd to see them raising their bottles into the air. "Ah, fuck."
A comedic chase followed. Quite literally if you ask me. Granite ran to every hole, hid in every corner, and tried to avoid the onslaught on what seems to be the universe's cutest invaders. "Get the hell away from me!" He shouted, before he tripped on a rock and fell. He then felt the ground shook once more. "Is there a fucking earthquake around here?!" He shouted, before seeing a man standing up wearing a literally smoking, red-hot armor. Granite looked back at the ponies and he saw a unicorn levitating his test tube.
"Drink up!" He said as he forcefully opened my mouth. He flailed his arms, making the ponies loose grip on him. He grabbed his Quantum and held it.
"No way, dad!" He shouted as he pressed the button, making everything around him warp and distort. The images twisted into a spiral form infront of him, where he was moving towards. He suddenly felt very sick, and he felt like his strength was being sapped the more he was stuck inside there. He felt nauseous, tired and weak. It was like the inside of a kaleidoscope.
Fortunately for him, he arrived in his destination seconds later, bringing about six other ponies with him. They all felt disorientated and dizzy, while Granite used their condition as an advantage. He stumbled towards them, and he then took one Shadow. He aimed it at the ponies and fired, one by one the five ponies fell. As Granite aimed at the last pegasus, she begged for mercy. "Please, stop!" She shouted. Granite looked upwards, to act like he was thinking about it.
"Nah!" He said before firing at the last pegasus. He reloaded the Shadow and holstered it back, and looked at the red landscape he saw before him. The sky was a faint shade of red, the ground was brown, and the sun was pure black. Clouds were distorted and warped, and the leaves and grass were wilted and dead. "Hah, did Discord get to this planet?"
"Even I couldn't think of this, but hey, it is beautiful!" Discord appeared right next to him, leaning on a chair and holding a fresh squeezed glass of lemonade. Literally, he squeezed a lemon and the entire glass fell out.
"Oh, hey Discord." Granite said, before asking. "What did all this?"
"Nope, couldn't tell you of course, that would ruin the entire story!" Discord looked and winked towards me. Wait, what? "Don't tell him yet!" He whispered to me.
"Don't tell me what exactly? And who the hell are you talking to?" Granite asked Discord while looking around him. "There's no one, or no pony around here for the next 50 miles."
"That would ruin the surprise!" Discord said before disappearing into thin air. Granite just sighed and looked around.
"Now, where do I go to next?" Granite asked before heading to a random direction. There he saw train track. "Yes!" He then walked and followed the tracks.
Forty minutes into the walk, and he still found no signs of civilization. "Having trouble there, friend?" Discord asked, while flowing in mid-air.
"Could I have a glass of water, please?" Granite asked.
"Since you asked nicely, here." Discord snapped his fingers and a plastic bottle filled to the brim with water appeared.
"Thanks." Granite said before removing his gas mask and drinking it all up with four massive gulps. "Ah, that's better. Thanks Discord!" Discord smiled and bowed, before disappearing once more. He wore is gas mask back and continued his way.
He looked at the other side of the tracks to see a faint outline of houses. "Yes!" He shouted, and ran towards the small town. But as he got closer, the town became more and more visible, and it became clear to Granite that the town was destroyed. Everything was broken, and blood littered the ground. "But no bodies." Granite muttered under his own breath, wondering what sick mind would do this. He entered the town, looking at the broken buildings and signs. Finally, he found a sign that told him where he was. "Welcome to -Ponyville- TARTARUS."
"Ah, Ponyville." He said before thinking to himself again. He then heard loud foot steps behind him. "Wait, what?" He looked around him, and saw no body. "I must be hearing things."
Thump, thump.
He looked around once more, then ignored the sound while forming a suspicious look.
Thump, thump.
He ignored the sound again.
Thump. Thump. Clip. Clop.
The thumping sound turned into a series of hoofsteps. Granite still ignored the sound and waited. He then felt someone breath at his neck. His eyes widened, and he swung an elbow behind him, hitting the pony and knocking it back. "Who the hell are yo-" Granite shouted before getting pushed at the back. He tripped and fell to the ground. "Fuck!" He cursed beneath his gas mask.
"I have never seen you before." One of the ponies said. Granite looked at the ponies, they each had crimson eyes and had long canines. Vampires? "I wonder what his blood would taste in my mouth." The stallion said before getting pushed by a mare.
"Back off, I found it first!" The mare yelled at the at the stallion.
"Move aside, Bon-Bon!" The stallion pushed the mare away. She growled and jumped at the stallion.
Granite took a Shadow and gripped it tightly. He looked at the fighting couple and tried to crawl away, but was stopped by two more ponies infront of him. "Ah, damn." He waited for a bit, then he took a deep breath. He grabbed the head of one of the ponies above him and pulled it down, he then headbutted the pony, knocking him out. His partner recoiled from the sudden attack. Granite used the opening to grab his two front hooves and threw him to the duo. "Go back to watching Twilight, you sons of butches!" He then fired the Shadows at the ponies, crippling the mare and the other pony, and killing the stallion. He stood up, and ran away.
"Holy shit, what was that about?!" Granite thought out loud. Suddenly Discord appeared right next to him.
"Oh, and I completely forgot. Most of the ponies here are a liiittle bit... feral." Granite almost stumbled as he tripped on a rock.
"What?!" He asked.
"You heard me right. Feral." Discord answered. "Six years ago, a bright flash of light appeared on the sky, and I felt a surge of power so immense, it weakened me and the princesses. While the ponies ignored the flash, me and the most powerful creatures had a meeting. We have agreed that the flash was a message, a harbinger of misfortune."
"The End of the World."
"The End of the World?" Granite asked. Discord slightly nodded and continued with his speech.
"We were prepared for any possible contingencies. Floods. Earthquakes. Storms. Diseases." Discord thought for a minute before speaking again. "But what we never expected what happened next."
Granite impatiently urged Discord to continue. "What happened next? Wha-" A loud thud could be heard as Granite ran face first to a wall. "Ow." Discord was laughing his socks off. Quite literally, I mean... It's Discord.
"That was one of the best things I have ever seen for the last five years!"
"Fuck you." Was Granite's only reply as he held his aching red nose.
"What's the matter, Rudolph?" Discord snapped his fingers and reindeer antlers appeared on my head. "Cat got your tongue?"
Granite stood there, unamused. "Yeah, having a hard time processing this. Especially about you not telling me stuff." He removed the antlers from his head and threw it to the ground, before it disappeared in thin air. "Not even going to ask." Granite looked around. "Where are we anyway?" He asked. "Nothing but apple trees here."
"Isn't it obvious? We're in the orchard!" Discord took an apple and took a bite. "Needs more salt." He threw the apple away.
"The orchard?" Granite took an apple and bit it. He instantly gagged. "What the hell?" He looked inside the apple and saw it had plenty of worms. He threw the apple away and threw up. He looked back at the apple to see that the worms were coming out. He felt something tap on his back. Another worm crawled to his shoulder. Another on fell infront of him. He looked up and the apples all had numerous worms, and they were trying to escape. "Fuck!" He ran towards a nearby building, which he hoped that there was no pony there. Worms were dropping from everywhere, he covered his head with a cloth he always brought on his pocket. As he got to the lone building, he removed the cloth from his head and looked inside.
Let's just say that there were hundreds of tiny slimy worms. He threw the cloth away, and the worms scrambled and went to their own ways. Granite stared at the worms for a minute before shaking his head. He turned around to see a huge building. He went to the front of the building at he saw a broken sign. It had been worn off by age and mistreat, but the text was still readable. Apparently, Granite now found himself infront of a- "School." Yes, that.
Granite let himself in, and looked at the still standing schoolhouse. A gust of wind blew inside the school house, and took a piece of paper and guided it towards Granite's face. The paper smacked in his face, before Granite took it. It was an envelope. He turned the envelope around and looked at the address.
"To: Mom." Granite laughed. Who would recognize a person by just writing 'Mom'? "From: Steep Slopes." And who the hell names their son Steep Slopes?
He opened the envelope and found a letter with a metal object, formed like a heart and painted with gold with a red outline. "Must be his mother's butt mark." Granite snickered. "Ahem." He cleared his throat and started to read the letter.
...
"I can't read this." Granite exclaimed and looked at the paper at numerous angles. He pressed a button on his mask and a voice sounded.
"Automatic Translation Enabled." The voice said before stopping abruptly.
"Alright." He read the paper.
"Mom, the red things are outside. Help me mom. I'm scared."
He went to the second paragraph.
"Mom, while I am writing this, the red things have gone inside. I am currently hiding behind the teacher's table and-"
Multiple scribbles.
"They got Teacher Cheerilee."
Granite looked at the paper with confusion. Who the hell is Cheerilee? He stopped to think for a while before reading the next paragraph.
"I just got out, mom. There were no more noises. Wa-"
The sentence stopped abruptly.
"Teacher Cheerilee just moved! She's still alive! As I am writing this, she is currently standing and looking at me and... Growling? I thought dogs only grow- she's got fan-"
Blood splatters were printed on the piece of paper after the sentence. A second writing was found on the bottom, written with red ink.
"I'm sorry, class will be dismissed early today, due to a number of creatures (such as me) raging on Ponyville. I am currently issuing your son to go home right now, for his own 'safety'. - Cheerilee."
Granite looked at the paper and looked around. A faint clop of hoofsteps could be heard behind him.
Cheerilee walked around Granite, eyeing him closely. Granite still stood firm, looking at the ground. "You know, you're not from here, aren't you?" Cheerilee asked. Granite just listened. "My, my." Cheerilee feigned surprise. "Not a talker, are we?" Cheerilee went outside and called. "Children, it's lunchtime!" The windows then broke as small objects shot through them, and landed on the ground.
They were tiny horses, maybe their kids or such. What are they called? "Fillies and colts." Ah, alright. "I introduce you to our newest student." The children recited their welcoming speech or something. Cheerilee then went nearer to Granite and pushed him to the ground, making him kneel on the floor. She then whispered in the area where his ear is. "You smell and look absolutely delicious." She then licked his coat, at the area where his neck was.
"You fucking whore." Granite said through gritted teeth as he tried his best to not attack the teacher right next to him. Cheerilee only giggled and looked at him seductively as she walked away.
"Alright, children." Cheerilee raised a hoof. "Let's play with mister, here." She pointed at him. "The game will be called... 'Lunchtime.'" Granite's eyes shot up. "The first one to...subdue this fine gentleman here will get the first bite." Granite slowly took his knife and waited. "On my go!"
"Three!" Granite tightly gripped his knife with his right hand, and put his left hand to the floor.
"Two!" Granite then heard growling from all around him, and it was getting closer.
"One!" Granite looked up, revealing his face to them. They all recoiled at the sight, and Granite dove towards Cheerilee. He grabbed Cheerilee's front hooves and gripped it tightly. He then lifted Cheerilee and swung her towards the students, knocking them all away from him. He started to run, but stumbled at the first few steps as a colt grabbed his foot with impossibly huge strength. He fell down, and landed facefirst into the rocky ground. He shook his head from the impact and turned around, and saw the some of the student body and their teacher surrounded him.
"A feisty one! I never liked it when the prey always begs for mercy! Don't you agree, children?" The 8 students nodded in response. Granite just looked at them blankly. "You, Featherweight! You get the first bite!" A skinny colt trotted gleefully towards Granite.
"You are going to taste so amazi-" Granite quickly grabbed him by his neck and twisted it, making him fall limp to the ground. They all gasped at the sudden attack.
"How old is he again?" Granite asked Cheerilee.
"E-Ei-Eighteen." She stammered.
"Good enough. Sad that I have to put this story to mature, though." Granite shot up and revealed his knife, tucked inside his sleeve all this time. He then made a fighting stance and looked around. "Come at me, you fucking dickwads!"
They all jumped at Granite.
He rolled forward, making them all collide midair. He stood up, and wiped some dirt off his coat.
He grabbed a colt's face and held each opposite side. He then pulled as hard as he can, ripping the poor pony in half with a satisfying sound. He breathed heavily, and looked at Cheerilee. The other colts and fillies ran off, while Cheerilee growled at the rampaging agent. He looked at her with glowing red eyes, provided by his mask, and charged at her. She ran towards him as well, and jumped at him.
She landed in Granite's face and kicked him to the ground. His hood was removed, revealing his head. "That's your head?! Dear Celestia, you're ugly!" Cheerilee looked at Granite in disgust.
"This is just a mask, you silly bat pony." He said as he pulled a knife out of his belt and grabbed it. He held the knife in reverse and charged at Cheerilee. He performed a sweep at Cheerilee's legs, which she easily dodged by jumping. She bucked Granite hardly while she was in midair, knocking them both back. She landed perfectly, while Granite stumbled and fell to the ground. He lifted his body with on hand, but was brought back to the ground by Cheerilee.
"If my students won't eat you, I will!" She raised her head, and opened her mouth widely, revealing two large fangs ready to puncture. As she moved her head to Granite's neck, Granite immediately blocked it by lodging the knife between her fangs. She bit desperately as she tried to remove the knife keeping her from closing her mouth. Granite moved back, and kicked her as hard as he can with both his legs. She was launched far away, crashing through the door.
She tried to stand up, but was stepped on by Granite. "My, my. How the tables have turned." He looked at her. "Well, the tables have always turned in my favor. Seeing Discord, something. Never got hurt before." He looked around. "Fuck, am I turning into a Gary Stu?" He looked up. "Hey Discord! You're a fucking gay little shit that likes to wear a white dress and makeup!" He felt someone slap on his face.
"For the record, I wear a pink one myself! But thanks for noticing," Discord spoke loudly as he appeared infront of Granite.
"Hurt me you fucking fool!" He shouted.
"Nope. Now, I have something else better to do. Goodbye." He bowed, then looked back at Granite with a smile. "Gary." He then disappeared.
"Come back here and fight me you pussy!" A snap of a finger, and Granite felt something heavy on his head. It was a party hat, with the words underneath, "Hello, my name is: Gary Stu." He threw the hat away and looked back at Cheerilee.
She looked at him with pleading eyes. "Don't kill me," She 'eeped. Is that a word? Granite stomped his foot on Cheerilee's neck, impaling the rest of her head to the knife. He knelt down, and lifted Cheerilee's corpse off the ground. He grabbed the knife's handle and with one quick pull, it was removed from her head. He wiped her blood on her coat before sheathing in on his belt.
"Fucking vampire bitch." He said before throwing her body to the orchard and walking away. He looked around. "Where to next?"
He looked back at Ponyville. "Can't go back." He looked at the train station. "No trains." He saw a cloud house. "Can't fly." He looked in the mountains behind him. "Nope." He looked at another forest, more darker than the one he's in. "No way." He sighed. "I don't really have much of a choice, do I?" He smacked his head with his palm. "Fuck you, voice inside my head." He ran towards the groups of houses and buildings.
+-+
He put his hands to his pockets and walked around the destroyed town of Ponyville. There, he saw a building that stood out from all the others. It was a tree. Not just any tree, it was a huge tree, carved out from the inside. He took his knife and held it to his right and opened the door slowly.
He looked inside and found books scattered everywhere. "Must be a library." He went in, his mask's eyes now glowing green as it adjusted to the darkness. He looked around, looking for any survivors that still lived — or what's left of them.
"Hello?" He said as he rummaged through the scattered books on the floor.
He looked at the table in the middle of the room and went to it. He rubbed his chin and raised a brow. "I wonder." He lifted the table, to find nothing underneath. "Ah, damn it." He put down the table and continued to search.
There he tripped on a pile of books and fell to the ground. "Ow," He said as he stood up and dusted the dirt off his coat. He then heard a hissing sound behind him, so he took his knife and faced the attacker. Only to find out there was no one there.
"What the?" He looked around cautiously. "If that wasn't a pony, maybe that was.." He looked behind him, to see a book slightly tilted outwards. "Of course!" He then lifted the table again.
To find out there was still nothing there.
"Damn it." He cursed at the table. "You're the scourge of my life. You know that, right?" He pointed menacingly at the poor table. "Talk to me, damn it!" The table just sat there. He was now furious.
He grabbed the table and threw it out, smashing through the window. He looked out, too see multiple ponies looking at him. "Heh.. Couldn't find the door." He pointed inside while smiling awkwardly.
He went back inside and continued for his search. "Wait a minute." He looked out the window to see the ponies now rushing towards him. "Shitshitshitshit!" He chanted rapidly as he doubled his speed. He looked at the semi-removed book and hastily took it from the shelf, closing the door.
"Why the hell did I do that?!" He said, before opening the book and reading it.
"The Elements of Harmony blah blah blah." He continued for atleast a few seconds before the first one got in. "Shit!"
He ran upstairs and locked himself inside a room. "That should keep me away from them." He said, breathing heavily.
"A new one!" He heard a female voice from behind him.
"Ah fuck!" He cursed and turned around. Looking at the one who produced the voice. "I'm sick of your vampire shit!" He stood up, and looked at the mare with his green glowing eyes. He raised the book, ready to strike the mare, but noticed something different.
She was cowering in fear. "P-Please don't hurt me." She covered her head with two of her hooves. "I'm not one of them," She said while tears were clearly falling from her eyes.
"Oh, no! I thought you were one of them." He said, while he held out his hands to calm the pony. She yelped as she saw his knife. Maybe after you put the knife back, you dick! "Oops." He put away the knife and looked back at the crying mare. "I'm not here to hurt you, I'm actually here to-" He looked around, and saw the book he was holding. "-borrow a book!" He smiled awkwardly once more. 'That was a horrible excuse for a joke.' He heard his mind talk to him again. "Why don't you try it too, asshole." He said.
She sniffed, and looked at the book. She instantly felt glee and hastily grabbed the book off Granite's hands. "Hey!" Granite said, "I was going to borrow that!"
"Where did you find this?" She said as she read the book more faster than anyone could've read. Pages were literally just passing by as her eyes moved erratically.
"I found it at the bookshelf," Granite said as he pointed downstairs.
"You're lying," She said as she looked at him.
"Nope. I found it at the bookshe-" His sentence was cut off as they heard someone try to knock down the door.
"You led them here?!" The mare screamed at him, making Granite flinch.
"Uh.. Yes?" He twirled his fingers. "By throwing the table out the window," He said as he whistled a tune.
"So that's what happened earlier! I thought you just broke in!" She facehoofed. "That table cost me one hundred bits!" She groaned as she imagined the broken wooden table.
"I don't know what bits are, but I'm guessing that was a lot." She groaned as she went to her bed.
"Follow me." She tapped on the bed.
"Woah, we just met lady. No need to take this too far. I understand that the apocalypse is happening outside, but there's no need to have fun." She glared at him menacingly.
"Just get in," She said furiously. They went on the bed and lied down there.
"So, what fetishes do you like? I might be able to do some to increase your ple-" She blasted Granite with a spell.
"I'm going to kill you-" The bed opened a trapdoor, making them fall to a deep hole.
"Wheee!" Granite said as he held his hands high up in the air.
