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// The Multiversal Fighting Competition 
// Story: Multiversal Fighting - Pinkie Pie's rough journey 
// by LMan225 
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The streets of Ponyville were bare, save for one mare celebrating a recent victory.

“Whew, that was a fun race.” Rainbow recalled, a little short on breath. “It was great to see them again, I might have to- hm?” Rainbow’s reminiscence was stopped upon feeling a flier stopped by her hoof. She held it there, curious as to its contents.


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*We will not be held responsible if you are pitted against someone able to take down a small army.*


“Hm.” Rainbow mused. “A fighting tournament. Could be fun. Maybe someone else would want in on this.” She mulled over who else could compete with her. Twilight of course had her magical prowess, so of course she would be the first pick.

With that, Rainbow flew for the Golden Oak library, hoping Twilight would be doing her thing. Sure enough, she was there. “Hey Twilight! I’ve got to tell you something!”

Twilight looked up from her book. “Rainbow? What is it?”

“Look at this.” Rainbow stated, passing up the flier.

Twilight glanced up and down the flier, taking all the details in. She paid special attention to the warning. “Hmm, interesting.” She admitted.

“I know!” Rainbow squeed. “This will be so awesome! Getting to face fighters outside of Equestria. I can’t wait to go there and see them. How about coming along with me Twilight?”

“I’m not one for these type of events,” Twilight admitted. “but I must admit, I’m really curious to see these fighters. Sure, I’d love to go with you. When should we go there?”

“Should take about an hour to see if everyone else wants in.” Rainbow noted. “I’ll meet back here when that hour passes.”

The Carousel Boutique was closest, and was thus Rainbow’s first stop.

“Hey Rarity,” Rainbow began, the bell on the door alerting Rarity to her presence. “Have you seen this flier?” She asked, flier still in her mouth. Rarity shook her head no, and so Rainbow spat it out, allowing for her to get a read.

“Sincerest apologies,” Rarity began, but I doubt I could allow myself to attend. The arena must smell awful, and I wish to not return home smelling like sweat.”

“Rarity,” Rainbow began. “Have you ever had any degree of passing interest in parallel universes? Think of the characters you could meet.”

“I suppose I could at least check it out.” Rarity decided.

“Alright!” Rainbow cheered. “I told Twilight we’d be meeting at the Golden Oaks in,” she paused to look at the clock. “55 minutes.”

“A little under an hour? I need to get somepony to take care of Sweetie Belle while I’m gone.” Rarity realized.

“That should be plenty of time to find somepony. Right now, I’ve got to inform the others. Bye~” Rainbow flew away, leaving the fashionista a bit stunned before she gathered her bearings.

“Wait, I don’t know if I could find one in that time……Well, she didn’t even let me reply. I guess I shouldn’t have expected better.”

Sometime later, Rainbow found Sugarcube Corner, where Pinkie would no doubt be working at this time of day. Entering the building, she saw that the Cakes weren’t present - no doubt tending to Pound and Pumpkin - and thus could talk to Pinkie freely.

“Hey Pinkie Pie! I have something to tell you!”

“Whoa Rainbow, what’s going on?” A familiar drawl came from the kitchen.

Rainbow was taken aback a bit. “Oh, hi Applejack. Didn’t think you’d be here.”

And then a familiar yellow pegasus showed up.

“Huh? What’s going on?” Fluttershy asked.

“Oh, Flutters! Sweet. Where’s Pinkie?”

Fluttershy gestured behind the wall. “She’s frosting cupcakes.”

Rainbow, the ever-impatient type, wanted to know. “How much longer?”

Applejack looked behind the wall. “Right about-”

“Now!” Pinkie cheered. “Dashie, what’s the news?”

Rainbow, excited about being able to kill three birds with one stone, (metaphorically, of course. Fluttershy never could handle those kinds of metaphors.) gave them the flier.

All three spent a fair chunk of time gazing over it. Only two of them maintained interest. “This sounds like fun!” Pinkie decided. “Who knows what new friends we could meet!”

Applejack nodded in silent agreement.

“Um,” Fluttershy whimpered. “I dunno. There’s a warning regarding small armies, and I don’t want to be on the receiving end.”

“You don’t have to fight if you don’t want to.” Rainbow stated. “I’m sure you can just watch.”

Fluttershy shot Rainbow a sideways, confused glance.

Rainbow sighed. “Look, surely something like this couldn’t be made by someone evil. If worst comes to worse, I’ll protect you as much is I can.” She concluded.

After a few moments, Fluttershy sighed in kind. “Alright.”

“Sweet. Alright, meet up at Golden Oaks in-” She turned to the clock. “45 minutes.”

When the time passed, everyone was at Golden Oaks, ready to fight, spectate, or wait until it was their turn to fight.

“Are you set?” Rainbow asked, everyone nodding affirmative.

“Let’s rock!” She cheered, exiting the door.

*Outside of Ponyville*

All six of them were confused. There didn’t seem to be anything remotely heralding a tourney, and Rainbow even did a quick fly around the rest of the outskirts.

“Maybe the flier was wrong or somethin’.” Applejack decided upon seeing Rainbow return.

“No, it can’t be wrong.” Rainbow decided. “Why would that be posted around Ponyville if it was wrong?”

“Ah’m just saying Rainbow,” Applejack countered. “that I don’t see anything here.”

“Dang, I was so ready to meet these great fighters.” Rainbow’s ears dropped.

“Wait.” Twilight interjected, diverting Rainbow’s attention to a lone unicorn a short ways away. “Why don’t we ask that unicorn over there? Maybe he knows where it’s at.”

“Yeah, that’s a great idea!” Rainbow agreed. She picked up the flier and sprinted towards the strange figure. “Excuse me, but do you know where this is being held?” She unfurled the flier.

The strange figure said nothing, only nodding. Rainbow’s smile picked up as she waved her friends over.

“So, did he know where’s it at?” Twilight reaffirmed.

Rainbow shrugged. “He said “maybe” and then he asked “where are your friends at?””

Twilight scratched her head, confused as to his words. Eventually she gave up and walked towards the figure. “And that’s all of us.”

“Hmm.” The figure thought. “Before you do this, I need to affirm that these are the real heroes and not just changelings or imposters.” They saw his horn glow and felt nothing happen. He said nothing about it, just conjured up a doorway.

All six of them looked at the door in fascination. Thinking that this was where they were supposed to go, they walked in. Well, Twilight didn’t. She was more fascinated by the door’s mechanics.

“Please don’t.” The figure said. “I don’t want this to be open, for fear that villains may see and use it to their advantage.” Twilight hummed in understanding, and walked in, the gate closing behind her.

Twilight had one last question before the gate closed behind her. “You know, I just realized something. We never asked what your name is. Can you tell me?”

The figure only had time to respond, “Mr. M. Short for ‘moderate’, and not my real name.” Before the portal closed.

Mr. M’s horn glowed as he called up his employer. “They’re in.”

“That’s great!” The voice responded. “Stay scouting in case others want in.”

Mr.M nodded as he shut off communication.

Twilight took mental notes on the architecture of where the portal led, fascinated by it. Only after some time did she notice her friends hanging back. “What is it?” Twilight asked.

Rarity shook her head to keep herself from spacing out. “This place’s design is gorgeous.” She said bluntly.

Everyone nodded. Twilight had bigger fish to fry, however.

“Yeah, this place does look amazing, but right now I think we should focus on where we should go from here.”

Fluttershy spoke up. “Umm, I think I know where we should go from here.”

“You do? How?” Rarity said.

Fluttershy pointed at a massive monitor, with a diagram and a simple instruction on it.

“Ponies from the MLP universe should go to the 5th floor to get to their rooms”. Our universe gets a designated abbreviation? Twilight asked herself.

“Alright, we just have to find the stairs.” Rarity decided.

“Wait, it says here that if you have any questions, we could ask the mini-bots for help.” She said, noting a word of advice at the bottom of the screen.

“Mini-bots? What are those?” Rainbow asked.

“According to this, they are small robots that fly around helping everyone with their problems.” Twilight noted. “It also says, ‘you’ll know it when you see it.’”

Rarity looked around eventually finding the only thing in the room that could match the description. “Like that?” She asked. 

Twilight looked where she was pointing. “Yeah, that should be it.”

Rainbow Dash wanted a bit of R&R, and was a little desperate. “Well, let’s ask it!”

They all went to where he was, and Twilight cleared her throat to get its attention.

“Excuse me, can you help us?”

“Yes, what is it?” The minibot responded in a steel, monotonous voice.

“Can you tell us where the stairs are?”

“There are no stairs.”

“Wait, what?!” Twilight sputtered. “How are we supposed to go to the upper floors?”

“Simple, take the elevator.”

“Elevator?” Twilight asked, a bit curious of the technology. “I’ve never heard of or seen one before.”

“I see. The elevator is 100 meters behind me. Just walk straight and you’ll see the elevator.”

“Alright, thank you.”

“Glad I could be of service to you.”

“Alright, let’s get moving!” Rainbow interjected.

“Right!” The other 5 ponies acknowledged.

*Meanwhile at the control center*

“Hmm, interesting.” A man running the cameras said. “I must say that the ponies will not know a lot of the technology here because of their lack of advanced technology. I must inform Tails.”

Pressing a few buttons on the intercom, the cameraman managed to call up someone.

“Hey Tails, can you do me a little favor?”

“Sure, what is it?” The voice responded.

“I need you to watch over the ponies for me. They may not know a lot of the technology here; they may mess something up.”

“There shouldn’t be any problems, the mini-bots will tell them how to use everything here.” He reassured.

“No, it’s not that.” The cameraman responded. “One’s a bit too arrogant for her own good. I’m worried that one of them may not follow the instructions given by the mini-bots.”

“As long as they know how to read the instructions or listen to the mini-bots, there really shouldn’t be any problems.”

“Yeah but just in case, can you just help them for a short while?”

“Alright, I’ll do my best to help.” He conceded.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”



“So, this is what an elevator looks like.” Rarity noted.

“Just like everything else here, it looks amazing.”

“Alright, let’s get in this elevator.” Rainbow said.

After everyone got on the elevator, Twilight noted a panel with a bunch of buttons and little numbers on the buttons.

“Hmm, I’m guessing the numbers is how you choose what floor to go to.” In experimentation, she pressed the button that said “5”.

Beneath their hooves, they could feel the elevator gently taking them to their destination.

“Wee! This is a lot of fun!” Pinkie said, jumping in the elevator and noting what it did to her fall time.

“Whoa! So, this is what it feels like being on this type of contraption.” Rarity said when it started moving.

“This is really scary…….we can’t see what’s going on outside and we’re in a closed space.” Fluttershy, ever the claustrophobe, was lying on the floor.

“No worries, we’ve been through so much worse.” Rainbow tried to comfort her.

Fluttershy could only nod. 

*Elevator stops and the door opens*

Pinkie Pie was still fascinated at how the elevator made her lighter. “That was fun!! Let’s do that again!”

Twilight stopped Pinkie from entering the elevator again. “No, we need to get our rooms.”

“Aww, you’re no fun.” Pinkie sighed.

Applejack looked down the hallway. Down it were a bunch of doors, each bearing a cutie mark.

“So that would mean that all of these rooms are signaled by our cutie marks.” Rarity deduced.

“Wait, what do you mean by that exactly?” Rainbow asked.

“To put it simply, just look for your cutie mark on the door as it would be the symbol for your room. If your cutie mark is on the door, then it’s your room.”

Rainbow nodded, and they proceeded to search for their rooms.

After a few minutes of poking around the halls, they found a cluster of doors each bearing their cutie mark.

“A lot of doors.” Twilight mused.

“Who knows who would participate in this? It could be just one of us, or the entirety of Equestria.” Rainbow pointed out.

“I wonder,” Rarity started. “how are we supposed to open the door?”

“Hmm, that’s a good question. There’s no door handle on them.” Twilight noted, slapping her hoof against the door with her cutie mark.

As if summoned by the minor tremors, a security drone appeared, eyeing them.

“Why are you ponies here?” It barked. “Are these your rooms?”

“Yes, according to the symbols on the door.” Twilight responded.

The drone appeared to be doing something. “Hold on a second.” It started, running a check on the ponies in front of him. “Yep, you are the owners of these rooms.” It confirmed, pressing a button, causing the doors to reveal a metallic device by the doors. “These devices will let you enter your rooms.” He explained. “All you have to do is say ‘Open please’ and the door will open by recognizing your voices. It will only open to your voice and no one else’s, that way no one can enter your room without you knowing.” 

“Really?!” Rainbow sputtered. “Alright, I’m going to test it then. *Talks to the device* Open please.

Wordlessly, the door opened.

“Whoa, that’s so cool! Let’s see what’s inside.” Rainbow entered the room. Almost immediately: “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Look at all of this Wonderbolts stuff! This is amazing! You have posters of the Wonderbolts, and some of the Wonderbolts trademark gear! This is so awesome!” She squeed.

“Every room in this building has things in them that the owner of the room would love.” The drone elaborated.

“Really?! How do you know what we like?” Twilight demanded.

“Analytics and observations lets us know what you ponies would love. Why not try for yourself?”

Twilight eyed the device. “Alright. I will try it.” She turned to the door. “Open, please.”

The door clicked open, and Twilight stepped in.

“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!” Twilight squealed almost immediately. “My room has a library in it! This is incredible! Look at all of these books and a lot of these books are books I’ve never seen before. There are books for magic, books that have stories from different universes, and books about technology! I’m definitely going to read that technology book now. Should be handy.” Twilight set herself on her bed.

After a while, everyone got settled into their rooms. Rarity’s had a place where she could work on designs, Fluttershy had a space in the back for some of her critter friends, and Applejack had replicas of her keepsakes and the room just felt homey.

Pinkie Pie hadn’t shown up yet, which was a little disconcerting, but they figured she’d figure it out.

“Now then,” the drone concluded. “There are some things you should note. 1. Your rooms are completely soundproof. When the door is closed, you won’t hear anything outside, and people outside won’t hear anything. 2. If you want to leave, there’s a button next to the door. Press it and you can leave. 3. If someone comes knocking, there are monitors so you can see who it is. Do you understand?”

“Yes, we do. Thanks for telling us.” The 5 ponies chorused.

“You are all welcome. Alright, it’s time to close all of the doors.”

The 5 ponies entered their rooms and the doors closed behind them.

“Hmm, I wonder, should I wait here for Pinkie?” The drone mused. An alarm went off before he could continue thinking. “Oh, it’s break time. Another drone could help her instead of me.”


Unknown to everyone, Pinkie Pie had scoured the entire floor, reaching her region last.
"I wonder how my friends are doing.” She thought. Dashie, open up please. Hello? Can you hear me? Hmm, maybe she’s busy. Maybe the others are available.” After knocking on everyone’s doors for a few, she took a breather and analyzed the situation. “Aww, why is nopony answering? Maybe, I just need to keep knocking on their doors.” She decides to knock out a rhythm on Rainbow’s door.

Behind her, another security drone noticed her incessant banging in ¾.

It could not get her attention.

“Last option…” The drone sighed. It grabbed Pinkie’s arm and forced her to make eye contact with it. “Can you stop and listen to me?!”

“Oh, sorry. I really want to go inside my friends’ room but for some reason they won’t respond.”

“That’s because they can’t hear you. All the rooms are soundproof; they can not hear you! How do you not know that?”

“Sorry, nopony told me that.” Pinkie sighed.

“Whatever. Still, that’s not the only problem here. If they are really your friends, then why haven’t they opened the door for you? Something tells me that you’re lying!” The drone got in her face. “Knock one more time, and you’ll regret it.”

Without waiting for Pinkie to respond, the drone attached something to Pinkie.

“Yes, sir.” She responded.

The drone dropped her. “Good.” He barked, leaving Pinkie to question what happened.

"Aww, this sucks. What am I going to do?" Pinkie wondered.

Pinkie Pie spent the next 5 minutes contemplating what to do. Desperate for some degree of entertainment, she set her hoof next to the wall and knocked out some tunes.

Mistakably, the drone’s alarm went off, and it proceeded to reprimand Pinkie.

Pinkie Pie had been casually knocking on the wall, waiting for some assistance, when, "Hey! What did I just tell you?! No knocking at their doors at all!” The drone from earlier bellowed.

“I haven’t!” Pinkie defended.

“No! I gave you one more chance and you still didn’t listen.” The drone knocked Pinkie into a wall. She could taste pennies and was spitting out blood.

“Please, don’t do this.” She whimpered. “I just want to see how my friends are doing.”

“I am tired of your lies!” The drone stated. It knocked Pinkie against the wall again, this time rendering her unconscious. “Hmph, you deserved that!” It said, leaving.



The one running the cameras saw the whole fracas. “What the heck?! Why did he do that? Oh my goodness, poor Pinkie. Where the heck is Tails at?” He desperately dialed up Tails. “Tails, where are you? I asked you to help with the ponies because of their lack of knowledge with technology.”

“Sorry.” Tails apologized. “I’ve been busy helping Jimmy fix all of the Security bots that have been malfunctioning lately. It’s causing them to be more aggressive and instead of helping people, they are insulting them. This should be the last of them though.”

“I see.” He remarked. “Well, unfortunately you missed one as I just saw one punch Pinkie Pie in the face which ended up knocking her out and then he left.”

“What?! They knocked her out?! That has never happened before. The worst thing they have ever done was punch someone in the arm with a very weak punch. How is that even possible?”

“Whelp, not this time. Can you please help Pinkie? She really needs your help.”

“Sure. I’ll be on my way right now.” Tails said, turning to Jimmy. “I have to go now; can you finish the rest?

“Sure, I can finish it. Go and do what you have to.”

Tails beelined for the elevator, mashing to the 5th floor. Eventually, he made it to their wing. “Hmm, their area should be right around here. Oh, there she is! Oh my goodness, I can’t believe this happened to her.” He looked over Pinkie’s unconscious being.

“I can’t believe it either.” The cameraman responded. “Like you said, this has never happened before.”

“Hmm, I wonder.”

“What is it?”

“I’m wondering, how did none of her friends see this happen to her?”

“No one is even close to their monitors; they’re all too busy geeking out over their new stuff.”

“That’d be it.” Tails replied sardonically.

“It looks like you are on your own here. Take her to the healing chamber.”

“Got it.” He responded, lugging Pinkie onto his shoulders.

The tone went to dial, signaling the call ended.
 
“Sorry, Pinkie. I’ll see to it this won’t happen again.” He promised. 

Some time later, he made it to a set of double doors, both with the International Red Cross on it. He accessed it and placed Pinkie inside a capsule. A scanner ran, estimating that Pinkie’s wounds would need about 5 hours.