Equestria has fallen on the darkest hour it has ever faced. The Elements of Harmony have expended their power from constant and frequent use, and only one hero who was summoned across time and space can save them. The fate of the world rests on the shoulders of the strongest man and his disciple.

Characters based off MLP FiM and also from Onepunch Man by ONE. (I heavily recommend giving the manga a look, though you will most likely want to check out the issues that were redrawn by Murata Yuusuke.)

Ser Ornstein, Captain of the Four Knights, Proud Dragonslayer in the service of Gwyn, the Lord of Sunlight. Or so it was, once. No more, however. Endless cycle after endless cycle of Chosen Undead have led Ornstein to death after death. Now the cycle is broken, and everything is reborn as it were, however. . . why is the cycle over? And what happens now?

Equestria, a peaceful land of harmony and coexistence, where friendship is a study endorsed by the crown and dragons are defeated with a stern talking-to. But how long can the citizens of Equestria and its governers keep the peace when the fabric of another universe starts to seep into their world?

Blacklight had the truth. He knew what he was. He knew Alex was dead, and that he was never human. He knew that Dana was never his sister, and that he was never even slightly related to her. He knew that there was nothing tying him to Dana, no real memories or biological similarities or even species based empathy. For some reason, Blacklight loves Dana like a sister he doesn’t have.

Perhaps this is what keeps him tame when he is brought into a place he does not belong. A scenario where a being of chaos and war brought to a place of harmony and peace is not often a pretty one. Yet with Dana there, somehow he manages not to go berserk and start murdering everything in sight.

Now the Monster of Manhattan contemplates his place in the world, lies to his sister and the ponies, and questions his lack of empathy when he begins to feel remorse for his actions. He is beginning to miss the simple times where the only things he had to deeply contemplate were methods of horrifically mutilating armies with the maximum amount of efficiency. At least that was straightforward.

(This fic operates under the assumption that Prototype 2 and its tie-in comics never existed. If you really have to ask yourself why, play the first game, then play the second game. The reasons should become apparent.)

(Well I'll be damned. Front page on the first day. Thank you all for your support!)

(Well, enough of you seem to think this is funny enough to be a dark comedy, so I added a comedy tag. I have to warn you though, I'm not entirely certain as to how consistent the comedy will be. So don't come into this expecting the wacky misadventures of a murderous psychopath.)