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// My Little Bhaalspawn - Kavonde 
// Story: August - 2012 (T.W.G.) 
// by The Writer's Group 
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Author: Kavonde
Prompt: The crossover that never should've happened.
Title: My Little Bhaalspawn



"Ah.  The Child of Bhaal has awoken."

Sweetie Belle's eyes tried to focus.  Her head pounded horribly, and the way the light was blurring and bending in her vision wasn't helping.  After several, long seconds, she finally cleared her sight enough to realize there was a tall, emaciated, two-legged creature with some sort of hood stitched to his head peering down at her impassively.  "W-where am I?"

It ignored her question.  "It is time for more... experiments."

Sweetie barely had time to scream before bolts of crimson energy, crackling like lightning, slammed into her and the iron cage that surrounded her.  She was paralyzed with agonized convulsions, unable to escape or resist the agony.  An eternity later, the energy faded away and she collapsed.

"The pain will only be passing, you should survive the process."

Another surge of power wracked her, and when it finally ended, she could do nothing but curl into a ball, sobbing helplessly.

The monster made a thoughtful sound.  "Interesting.  You have much untapped power.  Do you even realize your potential?"

The thud of massive footsteps on a metal catwalk drew his attention, and Sweetie lifted her head to see a tall, mishappen hunk of rock or clay, vaguely formed into a two-legged creature like her tormentor.  "More intruders have entered the complex, master," it rumbled.

Her captor frowned.  "They act sooner than we had anticipated.  No matter, they will only prove a slight delay."  With a wave of his hand and a few muttered words, the creature disappeared in a flash of light.  Its servant watched silently for a moment, then turned and left the way it had come.  Sweetie watched it go, still aching in every muscle and bone in her body, and let blissful darkness take her.



Sweetie Belle stared at Scootaloo in open-mouthed shock.  Applebloom looked between her friends and arched an eyebrow.  "Scootaloo, I know ya played a buncha old PC games over winter break, but... I don't think writin' a fanfic about Sweetie Belle bein' an avatar for the God of Murder is a good idea."

Scootaloo pouted.  "But Sweetie's the main character!"

"I don't think I want to be the main character," the unicorn said quietly.

"But it was gonna be awesome!  You'd be all powerful and stuff, and you'd have a big, human sidekick named Minsc and his pet miniature giant space hamster, and... "

"Scootaloo," drawled a voice from above.  "I understand the temptation to write stories about your friends, but before you do, you should always make sure it's alright with them, first.  Always show your friends--and comrades--the respect and thoughtfulness they deserve."

Scootaloo frowned and nodded apologetically.  "You're right.  Sorry, Sweetie Belle.  Sorry, Optimus Prime."

The giant robot gave her a reassuring thumbs-up.  "No harm done.  Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go with my friends Indiana Jones, Invader Zim, Courage the Cowardly Dog, and Mal Reynolds to battle Dr. Doom, Darth Vader, and Queen Chrysalis.  Everyone: roll out!"