Binky's Friend: Pink Sound Chapter 1 unedited.

A/N: This is a crossover between MLP:FIM, Parasyte: The Maxim, Noragami Arigato Abridged, A Certain Magical Index, it’s prequel Series A Certain Scientific Railgun, and another Kadokawa anime titled ’Is this a Zombie?’ which features a character that looks remarkably similar to Imagine Breaker, except he wears glasses, doesn’t have amnesia. . . And is best friends with a zombie. Obviously, I consider the last three to more or less take place in the same universe, seeing as they take place in Academy City and feature more or less the same cast of characters if not character designs. Parasyte: The Maxim is basically a variation on invasion of the body-snatchers and Noragami is about a god of calamity(discord) who will grant any wish for five yen a pop when he has the free will to do so. Otherwise Yaboku ’yato’ Gami is an unwilling marionette of his father and his father’s puppet master Nora the sword of sorrows.

If you need to know which characters are analogous to which for now Diamond Tiara/Blood Diamond is Backstabbing Blade The Alchemist. Silver Spoon is Musuhime Awaki The Teleporter. Scootaloo is Shirai Kuroko the Transporter (their powers of teleportation aren‘t that much different Awaki is weaker because of the physical./psychological cost for using her powers and is similar to Backstabbing Blade in that respect.) Batsy Fluffentuft is Nora and Binky is Screwball, Screwball is Binky ‘nuff said. I‘m using alchemy as a filler word for feng shui as it’s difficult enough to look through a work for spelling errors when you unconsciously ignore words that are underlined. As alchemy and feng shui are similar enough in practice if not in concept to be considered within the same school of magic. .

Not that they will be making appearances any time soon but, Twilight Sparkle is Imagine Breaker. Rainbow Dash is Railgun. Rarity is The Saint/an assassin of the church of necessary evil. Fluttershy is the quiet necromancer. Sweetie Belle is the Index Librorum Prohibitorium.

Binky’s Friend: Pink Sound
By Everglue Horace
Chapter 1
Hedera Symbolism

Plot: After granting Diamond Tiara’s death-wish, the almighty god ‘Binky’ needs a new body while Blood Diamond recovers from her injuries and settles on Scootaloo as the next best thing.

“Hurry! We need to get out of here before the cops show up.” A scraggly Minotaur named Brigand shouted. He was out of breath owing to the fact he was carting a wheeled suitcase through the back alley’s of Academy City. It’s possible that this briefcase contained the remains of the World Tree Satellite that once orbited the city. A satellite that used a diabolical calculus to justify the morality of much of the experimental research conducted by Queen Chrysalis in the first utopian metropolis upon which much of that research was founded on. The satellite that used trigonometry to predict every possible coincidence, including one scheduled to coincide with the upcoming solar eclipse.

The rest of Brigand’s gang consisted of a ragtag team of dragons, griffons, and gargoyles wearing similar (if not matching) black pinstripe suits. Regardless, there was no reason there should this many henchmen to pull off such a sensitive if not simple job given it was just the one aluminum suitcase with 180 pounds of sputnik hardware. Hardware that had long been outclassed in the 30 odd years since the satellite was commissioned. A satellite that was no longer running the city from the shadows, and which had been similarly decommissioned, without telling the population at large.

The reason Brigand’s henchmen were running through the streets like a team of wild horses, instead of prowling the streets in an unmarked van, had to do with a traffic jam. Which , shockingly enough, is an unusual occurrence in Academy City. After going down a maze of blind alley’s in the red light of sunset the members GROUP slowed but didn’t stop as they took a moment to gain their bearings. Such an action would have been easier with a GPS or absolute direction but they needed to remain off the grid and undetectable from Queen Chrysalis, her Pegasus army, and prying eyes.

Of course, being built like a gorilla with the body of a tank did not make Brigand any faster on his feet or athletically gifted than the other members of his crew. And, owing to the fact he could barely drag the satellite behind him at a speed roughly equivalent to a mile in 20 minutes did nothing to help him take the lead as the others scouted ahead of him to find the quickest escape route through the labyrinth of backstreets in the arcade. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Brigand found himself separated from the herd and was startled with an innocent sound from the mouth of babes.

“I beg your pardon.” With these words an orange Pegasus filly sort of flittered into existence. She wasn’t within his line of sight in the moments leading up to her appearance, she just sort of appeared. Before he responded she vanished again only to reappear behind the cleverly disguised remains of the satellite, and by clever, a conspicuously obvious aluminum trunk was far from obvious.

“WHat!?” Brigand was still processing the speed of the filly’s jump from line of sight to behind him in less time than it took him to blink.

Placing her hoof on the aluminum trunk, both Pegasus, the trunk, and it’s contents seemed to magically vanish. Brigand’s scouts all turned around immediately to see the cause of the commotion. One of brigand’s scouts, and probably the one most familiar with magic, was able to put two and two together immediately “A Teleporter!”

Scootaloo, having reappeared in front of the gathered formation of black suited thugs whistled. “Yoo-hoo, Over here.” The Pegasus was now seated on top of the trunk attempting to look coy. She then called attention to her uniform “Judgment! Should I even have to explain why I’m here?” Judgment was a junior detective agency run by Antiskill, Academy City’s local law enforcement. It was essentially a ridiculously overpowered ROTC program filled with super powered teenagers given the authority of campus police and peace officer service training among the various educational facilities throughout the city. Given this knowledge the thugs immediately pulled their guns and pointed them at Scootaloo. She teleported behind most of the group before literally tap dancing on the least threatening looking member of the group, forcing him to ground, before using the famed ‘boot to the head’ technique in order to knock out seven more in one blow… it‘s probably best not to ask how easy the task of epic pwnage was achieved using the secrets of pony fu. As the details explaining the kinetic mastery of this art are beyond the comprehension of minds still processing how the viscosity of pony hooves works in conjunction with electromagnetism and weak force to game the physics of lift.

“Hey! That’s no way to treat a friend.” Scootaloo said as she used her psychic powers to teleport several knitting needles into the suits of the fallen toughs like tent stakes. The bandoleers she had strapped to her legs for easy access quickly liberated themselves of the assorted stainless steel senbon. The projectiles simultaneously relocating themselves in time and relative dimension of space with the speed of a nail gun. Sure, two of the thugs managed to get away while Scootaloo was distracted…but at least “Low tech hand guns? Wow. They’re definitely not from around here.” As puzzling as the most useless weapons ever conceived in the face of magic and telekinetic powers were, Scootaloo’s inquiry of the fallen radicals was interrupted by a phone call- “Hello? This is Scootaloo- what‘cha gon’na do?”

“Uh, Skeets.” The voice sounded tired and maybe a bit disappointed.

“Sissy!” Scootaloo had to admit she was surprised. Rainbow Dash literally never called her, ever.

“I need a favor from you. Where are you?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“Well, I’m…”Scootaloo was unable to complete her debriefing because Rainbow Dash seemed pensive if not repentant.

“Oh! Right. You’re probably still at work. Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you then.” Rainbow Dash hushed.

“N-no, no problem. What’s the favor?” Scootaloo stuttered. She would do anything for her sissy. Literally anything for the object of her obsession. Even if it meant sacrificing her life because Rainbow Dash made her feel whole. This was almost an irony considering her idol was suicidal.

“I found out there’s going to be a surprise room inspection, I can’t make it back in time. I need you to hide a few of my personal things.” Scootaloo briefly wondered if Rainbow Dash expected her to hide anything particularly naughty… because she’d inspected their room pillar to post several times while on assignment and the worst secret she had discovered __so far__ was that her sissy liked to read Daring Do novels. Maybe Rainbow Dash had a hidden cubby hole she didn’t know about with a cache of smut. Scootaloo could only hope, meanwhile all she could interpret from her beloved’s diary was that it was filled with entries about how she was crushing on someone called Purple Smart. Then again, Rainbow’s journal entries could have been about wanting to crush someone named Purple Heart. Seeing as how Rainbow had taken to using the cash symbol to represent ’us’ for crush the odd shorthand obviously held some romantic significance for the pegasus. At least that was how Scootaloo had interpreted the odd cipher when transcribing it for Queen Chrysalis. Who was she to question her majesty’s interest in sissy’s personal life.

“Sissy, are you out too?” Scootaloo asked as she sat down on top of the aluminum trunk containing the remains of the pilfered satellite. The cold metal transferring the heat of her backside like a hand warmer that began to crystallize.

“Nevermind! I’ll just ask someone else.” Rainbow Dash hung up.

“Sissy!?” rather than thinking her beloved’s actions rude, Scootaloo was frustrated “Aaugh! How could I let sissy turn to someone else for a favor?” at the very fraction of a second she decided to teleport back to the student dorms the aluminum case was pulled out from under her. An action that literally caused her to fall flat on her ass skinned bandoleer. “Huh?” The dumbfounded look on her face was quickly replaced by one of pain when the back end of a teaspoon materialized and launched in her arm “Ow!-the hell.” Scootaloo winced as she drew her attention away from the bloody implement, regained her footing, and drew her attention back to the cause of her misery. “Just who the hell do you think you are?” Asking questions was really a formality, most ponies could sleuth out each other’s names on sight due in large part to observation skills and a bit of extra sensory perception “Silver Spoon.”

A grey mare, roughly the same age, with a powdered mane and silver spoon shaped cutie mark (similar to the one digging into Scootaloo’s arm) surrounded by flames was happily crouched on top of the trunk Scootaloo had warmed up for her, the aluminum case containing the remains of the World Tree Satellite. Carefully guarded, hidden by shadows that made her look particularly creepy and weird where the sun don’t shine, and with an unbraided mess of white horsetail cascading over the metal barrel of the aluminum mystery box Silver Spoon decided to gloat “My word. You figured that out quickly, didn’t you, feather brain?” Silver Spoon then smiled a very fox like grin as Scootaloo back peddled before she was impaled by the fat end of a another utensil, this one a soup spoon that clipped past her ear, and which was meant to rip out her eye with the precision of a melon-baller. “Leave it to the same type of esper to understand their disadvantage so quickly.” The light cascaded off her spectacles menacingly as the lenses seemed to flare with piercing artificial light.

Silver Spoon’s sick smile was far from infectious. The look on her opponents face, even hidden by menacing shadows, put Scootaloo on guard. She clutched at the spoon turned bloody stake in her arm and winced as she noticed the blood starting to pool around her sleeve. Silently the young pegasus prayed it hadn’t pierced an artery.

“My teleportation power is called move-point,” Silver spoon continued -“it’s about as different from yours as teleportation magic in general. But, unlike you, I can use both magic and telekinesis. As a matter of fact, I don’t actually have to touch an object with my hooves or manipulate it with my magic to relocate it or orient it in space. Now, don’t you think that‘s special?” The question Silver Spoon asked was rhetorical, she didn’t actually expect Scootaloo to answer. Although, to be fair, the orange pegasus was definitely beginning to suspect someone was special and it wasn’t in the complementary sense of the word given the blue light of the approaching thunderstorm. And the fact her opponent seemed to now favor a dark scepter she was waving around like a wand with all the practical application of a torch in broad daylight.

“It’ll take more than hocus pocus and snooty words to defeat me!” Scootaloo huffed with a snort. The Judgment officer, assuming you could consider the young ruffian a peace officer at this point, was itching for a fight. And, so, what she thought she would do is rush the four eyed menace with all the care of a bull in a china shop. This was not a very well thought out plan as Silver Spoon used her psychic powers to lift the fallen victims of Scootaloo’s ‘boot to the head’ like rag dolls. Before immediately using said rag dolls as zoot suit wearing meat shields and blunt force projectiles.

Sadly, while these living dead-weights were easily dodged the same could not be said of the knitting needles Scootaloo had used to pin the now unconscious gangsters to the ground. Silver spoon had managed to simultaneously call all of the sharp pointy objects to the frog of her left hoof with all the grace of ferrofluid in contact with an earth magnet. Even with bits of fabric attached to the senbon this was quite an intimidating site to behold. It was almost like a needlepoint pompom in the hands of a deranged cheerleader. Assuming said cheerleader was sitting seductively in the shadows, on top of a metal suitcase, with a strategically placed flashlight highlighting her features like a camp counselor telling a spooky story… Who knew she could throw out a barrage of needles like a missile launcher quick as a bunny. Silver Spoon’s ability to multitask was impressive in that instant when you realize sometimes diplomacy is better achieved with an axe. Sure, the missiles missed their intended target because of ‘stupid’ apparently. And, while admittedly, Silver Spoon was unable to compensate for the fact that her winged opponent was able to dodge by teleport. If there was one thing the sadistic fiend could be proud of, the rag dolls had been sufficiently converted to voodoo.

Within an instant Scootaloo was in her face. The pegasus appearing only a hair’s breath away from her goggles. As evidenced by the fire in her breath which fogged up the lenses of her glasses when she glared daggers at the nasty little mare that had taken a shot at her. “Like I said, it will take more than that to stop me ya Ho-” Scootaloo was about to say horses patootie or something ‘roughly’ similar but she hadn’t accounted for Silver Spoon’s EDC flashlight. Observational skills aside, that darn flashlight was about as heavy as a blackjack twice as deadly. At roughly the size and weight of a sheleighleigh it was no surprise Scootaloo not only found herself nearly unconscious in that instant, but she would be nursing a nasty bruise that would smart like a light that never come.

“Like I told you, I don’t have to touch an object or manipulate it with magic in order to relocate it.” Silver Spoon got up off of the trunk that held remains of the fallen satellite. Looking over her conquered foe with a smirk that promised much pain before she glanced up and all the color drained from her face. She had seen it out the corner of her eye, but now that the ghostly, gaunt , three legged figure approached she could see it, that thing, for what it was- “No, that’s im-impossible.” Silver Spoon backed away tripping over her feet and the metal suitcase that held the remains of the world tree satellite.

“Wai-hello there little home-wrecker.” The walleyed pink pony with a beanie and arguably lavender mane accentuated with white highlights smiled cutely…or it might have been cute if blood wasn’t dripping from the corners of her mouth.

“Diamond- I eh he heh …” Silver Spoon Gulped nervously as she eyed her fair weather friend. Something about her eyes were wrong, a void of chaos and oblivion. Silver Spoon found herself cowering behind the case that had been holding the satellite’s remains as if it could protect her from the three legged pony. A pony wearing a blood soaked fluffy-fluff blue handkerchief tied strategically around her neck to stem the bleeding as her lungs and stomach filled with a metallic bile hobbled towards the two teleporters.

“Shhh! I don‘t blame you for what you did.” Whether Diamond winked as a method of easing the tension or otherwise, possibly expecting Silver Spoon to stop breathing altogether, the effect was ultimately the same. There was a heavy and oppressive feeling. One feeling that exhibited itself with the force more powerful than the others. A fear almost as nerve wracking and spine tingling as if somepony had walked over her grave. A fear that ultimately caused a chill that ran down Silver Spoon’s spine and caused all the hairs of her body to stand on end.

“How did you- I didn’t…” Words escaped the sort of terror Silver Soon was feeling. Her heart was beating rapidly and her mouth was dry. It was as if someone had decided to boil the essence of all the evil in the world and managed to melt it into a vessel roughly the size of a stock pot.

Scootaloo, sporting quite a different reaction from Silver Spoon was not so much terrified as she was perplexed “Binky!? Wow, you’re still alive, Oh my go-”

“Shut you’re filthy whore mouth slave; the important people are speaking.” Diamond spat some blood to the ground which seemed to sizzle and steam where it landed.

“Bitch! I am the protagonist of this story” Scootaloo Snarled in disgust.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear you over all of the Bucks I don’t give.” Diamond, or rather Binky, snarked.

“Yeah, and I told you I don’t require your services anymore.” Scootaloo hissed.

Silver Spoon, having regained some confidence after having to re-grow her spine, propped herself up with the metal suitcase and glanced back and forth between the other two half dead ponies in the alley before reaching an epiphany. “I don’t want to dictate your love life or anything, but I think the two of you are a couple of sluts.”

“WHat!?” there was a simultaneous cry of indignation coming from the other two ponies as they prepared to dog pile the known cheater among those assembled.

“Bye!” Silver Spoon and the illegally obtained satellite parts chose that instant to vanish in a blink leaving the two traitors to their lovers spat.