"Suppose I killed them all?"

It has been 800 years or so since a new layer of the dream realm formed, and in those 800 years a new visitor to Equis has been learning about the world from those inhabitants whom it can pull into it's realm.

Much to the surprise of Luna, this being is more than meets the eye and is certainly powerful, to an extent. Do they mean any harm, or do they have something more sinister planned? there is only one way to find out...

This story contains inspiration from bloodborne and in turn, H.P.Lovecraft with my own twists and changes to make it more my own.
spoilers for later chapters: this will be revealed as a human in equestria, though not via some kind of merchant or some such. death, gore, violence and swearing tags are for what will likely come in the future.

This story is a sequel to Emerald Gleaner: Retired Monster

[Prototype 2] X MLP:FiM Crossover

Beset by a mountains of work both official and secret, Emerald has barely time left to herself anymore. Can one still become exhausted even if they physically can't? When does paranoia do more harm than good?

When people stop trying to kill you of course!

Banished and imprisoned for nothing more than trying to live. Betrayed by those he considered friends. Left to rot and die, the one thing he fears above all else. Consumed by an anger and hatred rarely seen in their precious, beautiful world. Determined to retrieve what was his.

Join a a lost soul, so far from home. Join him as he seeks to reclaim his kingdom from pretenders, save his subjects from mediocrity and save himself from death's cold grasp. All the while, exacting revenge on the ones who punished him without right.

Join an Old Bird, with Sharp Teeth.

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Part of the universe of the group known as 'Humans Acting Villainous'. Which includes Malideus, Headless, Not Heartless, and many others. Second fanfic on this sight, but latest in a long line of fanfics all over the web. Recently Back from a LONG forced hiatus. Ah... it's good to be back.

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.)

So, ever been told you were living the wrong life? No? Well...let me tell you a thing! More like a story than a thing but regardless! It started when I died, then I got into a political debacle, prevented an assassination, then things just got crazy and really interesting.

Now I'm stuck as some weird Symbiote thing that needs ponies to host it or something. I dunno, I'm learning this stuff with you guys. What do you say? Care to join me on this weird roller-coaster with no brakes and missing tracks that is now my life?

So, this was a story that was originally made by ColumbiaGuy. However, he slapped it with the "Cancelled" tag some time ago. Now, however, it looks like he's deleted the story, and the account with it. This was a story I felt shouldn't fall to the land of the dead, and so now, I'd like to take up the gauntlet and try my hand at it. There will be a few changes though. So even if you've read the original, there may yet be something new for you here.

I plan on releasing chapters daily after this week until I've gone through the pre-existing chapters. During this week, I might not be able to do it every day, but I'll try to push through finals. ^^

Anon and Luna find themselves engaged after a night of drinking. Neither are too happy about the situation.

Cover art by NixWorld.

You wake up in a land where magic is real and sapient ponies have built a civilisation. Being from a different universe, you have no understanding of their language or laws, but you're happy to have found yourself in the friendliest town there is. Good luck building a new life as their favourite... monkey thing.

A guy named Dante gets Administrator privileges on a Minecraft server and discovers a broken plugin while doing server development. The next day he wakes up in a curious new world with all his admin abilities. Will he make friends, or will the ponies fear his power? His appearance will change history. Whether the change is good or bad is up to him to decide.

Edited by the fantastic: Doggyshakespeare

I am going to do my best to implement some reader driven content, as non intrusively as possible.

If you DISLIKE the story please let me know why. Just a thumbs down doesn't help me improve my writing!

Ragar the Ageless has seen many things in his non-life. He has seen fields of cotton candy, the wails of the soon-to-be-dead chanting in chorus. Once he even saw a unicorn. Well, there are a lot of those in Equestria, so maybe that one was less noteworthy. But still, he's seen a lot. Now he wants others to see him in all his glorious evil. The only issue is he's not so good at it.

** EDIT **

Well crap, featured with every chapter. I feel all special and stuff. So let me give you all some love. You're all wonderful people, trees or whatever internet capable folks have been reading.

Dang, look at all those likes. I'm feeling the love. Thank all of you for enjoying my wonderful trip through insane necromancy.

Many Thanks to Locke_Jaw for his wonderful artwork that is my new cover.