In an effort to not create more impossible to finish stories...

I'll leave this here.

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Twilight Sparkle inched closer to the broken mess of twisted metal that had fallen from the sky. Metal beams digging into and shooting out of the earth in equal measure. She felt as if the grass, short as it was, slowed her steps, held her back. She wanted very much to do nothing but.

Curiosity, of course, was perhaps the largest driving force for her then, the mess of slag and dross steaming, even as it remained motionless in the dirt. But curiosity, strong as it is, would not drive a soul to a pile of steel that had fallen from the stars, it would not stop a retreat from all-consuming unknown. Only the weight of responsibility could do that, and Twilight had more than enough to anchor her resolve in.

The metal shifted, buckled, as some structure of the thing was lost. Twilight looked with glancing eyes to the scattered earth around the crater, her eyes moving over the worried faces of her friends as they looked to her from a safe distance further away, she did her best to ignore them, though some worry rooted itself in her heart at the sight.

There was so much displaced dirt, Twilight realized, the crater had to be several feet deep, a dozen at least. If it had buckled, that meant that it was hollow, or that there was some space within. She wondered why.

There was a soul-shaking clang, deep and resonant like a gong, and the metal buckled again, this time outward. Another followed, some unknown power beneath surged upward with destructive fury. Twilight retreated as the frequency and force of the hits increased, moving back to her friends, her eyes locked on the unnatural mess throughout the movement.

The worry that had rooted itself in her heart grew larger, wrapping around her heart like a thorny vine. She turned to tell her friends to leave, but as a chunk of metal dislodged from the mess, she lost her voice in terror. She wished then that she had told them sooner.

A monstrous appendage roared from the maw of metal, bruises and blisters decorating its length in crimson and purple. A hand, Twilight realized, the five fingers spread wide as if it were attempting to grasp the sky. Then it crashed to the dirt, palm and fingers tightly embedding themselves into the ground. There was a grunt, the muscles of the arm flexed large, some creature pulled itself from the destruction. A knee slid onto the dirt, the creature’s form too obscured by shadow and movement to discern any detail that the form had.

It raised itself slowly from the ground and as it rose those gathered around thought it could not grow taller, even as it did. Eventually its full height was reached, its ascension halted, and it looked to them, a pair of uncaring eyes towering above them.

The first thing Twilight noticed, though she had no intent in it, was the asymmetry of the monster. It had just one arm, though two legs. Bipedal, she assumed, only more confused by her observation.

Applejack first noticed the limbs of the thing, thick like tree trunks. At this distance and moment it looked like it had legs longer than all of Applejack herself, only adding to the terrifying presence of the creature.

Pinkie Pie noticed first its torso, like some grotesque balloon, twisted as if it had been deflated and inflated over and over again. It heaved unsteady, powerful breaths that he could feel even here, with all this distance between them.

Rainbow noticed nothing, blinded as she was by loyalty, she moved in front of her friends to offer them protection. The monster barely seemed to notice.

Rarity noticed its clothing, if you could call the rags it wore clothing. Barely pieced together, held by unpracticed stitching and blind luck it seemed. She, however, could not think of anything better the creature could wear, with just her first glance she could tell that tailoring would be a nightmare.

Fluttershy was the last to notice anything, as she had to look around the group of her friends that she had swiftly hid herself behind. What she did notice though, was nothing about the creature, it was not the ferocity or danger or imposing form. It was the small child, eyes shut tightly in fear, that clung to its back.

With unknown courage, she meekly approached. Drawing the gaze of all her friends in turn as she closed the distance. The monster’s eyes followed her, locked unblinkingly to her progress until she stopped, a foot or so between them. She looked into the face of the creature, able to see more clearly the scars and wounds on its face at this distance.

“Is he alright?” Fluttershy asked kindly, eyes looking up to the towering form. It paused a moment, then dropped onto one knee. It’s one arm curled behind its back to pluck the cargo that had tightly lacked itself there. It deposited the bipedal child, features kinder and softer than that of the one who carried it, onto the ground in front of her.

The child sat, blinded by the fear that kept its eyes tightly shut, some internal thought process blocking out the sound of Fluttershy’s voice. It was a simple creature, and everything the hulking mass was not. It seemed fragile and kind, its skin a color of deep, calming blue. The only feature of the child that caused any hesitancy in the mares were the antennae-like protrusions that curled out of its skull.

There was a strange clicking noise, it drew the gaze of the ponies. They looked to the monster to see some strange collection of burnable material tightly wound and smoking in its jaw, the click belonging to a simple device that had produced the flame to light the strange, alien, object.

The overpowering stench of whatever burned inside it reached the child, and in combination with the feeling of soft dirt beneath it’s pockets, it got through to the worried mind that had stewed in willing, frightful darkness. It looked up in surprise and saw there before him a kind-faced pony. Its eyes went wide in awe, but it did not answer Fluttershy’s question, so she asked it again. “Is he alright?” She asked the child, nodding her head to the towering monster.

It looked between them for a moment before it squeaked out a worried answer. “Yeah!” It said excitedly. “He’s the one who saved me!”