"Sif...er, that thing there."
"It's a called a Monkey Wrench, Doctor."
"Peculiar title. Thank you."
The Asgardian Sif finally took a seat next to Doctor Whooves as he surveyed his bizarre work. The way hands his hands worked furiously to get the bolt in just tight enough intrigued her, and made her all the more curious about this strange man. Nevermind his claims to have accidentally jumped way forward in time, or the fact that he was supposed to be one of those Equestrians--he was just an interesting being of his own volition.
"Just to be clear...fixing your...Shake machine is going to send you back to Equus?" Sif crossed her legs where she sat, her jaw in her hands. Either Whooves didn't notice her right next to his shoulder, or he was very good at ignoring her antics. "As a pony?"
He nodded, but didn't look up from his work. "Indeed. My calculations should be correct this time."
"I still can't believe you made your Shake machine capable of...this." Sif nearly laughed as she smiled. "Scientists are so odd."
"It's not like I wanted to be in this situation. I just wanted to make the best Shake known to Equus."
"Well, It's a shame you'll be leaving, Doctor. I've enjoyed all the messes you've gotten me into."
"Yes, well. I'll miss being confused by your unbelievable strength. Oh well…" He briefly stopped his mechanical work when he heard a sudden frenzy of noises outside. High pitched yet hurdles muffled by the walls. Perhaps it was earth's time of year of Halloween? It would explain the screaming. He went back to work and tsked. "Alright, that's good enough. Hand me the Soldering tool."
Silence.
Hooves fanned away the dust trying to get in his eyes. "Sif, if you would be a dear and please...Sif?"
Where did Sif go?
When did that pile of dust get there?
"...Sif?"
Terrax was happy by now, sitting in prison for all these years.
He remembered all that time ago, when The Maw visited him in the dark of night it release him. He'd told The Maw he wished to remain because now he had realised it-- the beauty of being among the over confident. He casually sent him away to experience the end among these who were completely unsuspecting of anything. The Maw accepted his choice and they both expressed their delight in seeing the day when it happened.
It was only years later, as he began to drift into another night of sleep, that it finally happened. He was awoken by the screams of those lucky few who were chosen, their voices dying away with the rest of them. Terrax rushed to the bars of his cell to witness some of those lucky few in their cells--those chosen by his father.
Terrax felt a numbness in his arm and looked down at it.
He smiled as he died.
Yondu was awoken by the balding noise of the alarms in his massive ship, and he quickly lept out of his bed to get his arrow. Just as he secured his Chief suit into place and adjusted the big red fin in his skull, his door shot open. Yondu whistled loudly and brought his arrow very, very near to hitting Kraglin in the chest.
Yondu glared at his red-finned second in command. "Krag! You sunnova bitch! I coulda gutted ya right there!"
Kraglin wheezed, startled and completely out of breath. He pointed down the hallway and shook his head. "We're getting massacred, Cap'n! Massacred!"
Yondu furrowed his brow. "Who is it? Ya seen 'em?"
"No, Cap'n! We ain't seen nothing! No ships or nothing! It's killing us all at random!" He explain shakily. "I ain't seen nothing like this! They're all just turnin' straight t--"
Yondu peered closely at the tip of his red fin crumbling away. "Hey, what's happening to your...Kraglin?"
Kraglin's remains floated against Yondu's clothes, staining it. Yondu started at it all, witnessed the screams and stood there without comprehension of what was happening.
Another Dimension, 2018
The sudden, collective fear and sadness of the universe joined together and cried out in anguish for all to hear. Such emotion pressed at the very boundaries of time and space--leaking through into this particular plane of existence outside of the universe, only through Trixie Lulamoon.
Since there was almost nothing in the infinite expanse of this darkness, the fear spread quickly through it all thanks to the actions in that universe. The darkness mixed with the fear, slowly but surely making its way towards the only thing worth knowing about in this black dimension. Even when Trixie Lulamoon was no more and the dimension was once again sealed off, the fear reached the floating, barren city.
Like a wind, the fear wafted through Tambelon and caused the tiniest crack to be produced on a single, Ram shaped statue.
"BA-AA."