William stood up out of bed as usual, and yanked open the window shutters on the far side of the room, looking out at the gleaming snow covered streets of Ponyville, it was December alright, and, to add to it, Christmas was right around the corner. Affectionately dubbed 'Hearth's Warming Eve' by the citizens of Equestria. Eh, it didn't much matter to him, more fun, as it happened, Christmas was one of the few holiday's which he did not dispise. And as was typical for him, he even had a saying for this particular time of year; "If Christmas is right around the corner, I'll be waiting for it on the other side with a 12 gauge." As he stared down at the street, watching as various ponies left their houses and headed off to wherever they where going for the day, he couldn't help but think about his family and friends back home. His cover story for his abrupt disappearance was that he had taken an unspecified off the books job deep in the Alaskan wilderness. Which, judging from his past few visits back home, had been pretty convincing.
"People will believe anything, as long as the person who conveys the information is convincing enough." He thought to himself with a smirk, more than that, it was also coming up on his first equestrian new year. Something he had decided to put out of his mind for now. As always, he went through his brief, well practiced routine of getting dressed, this time around, with a white multicam jacket and light snow pant's rather than his normal forest green BDU's, with an olive green T-shirt underneath. Over it went an all white version of his normal combat vest, a ski mask, and a ballistic helmet with anti fog ski googles. He went with his regular boot's, seeing as they where already waterproof and quite comfy as where. Eagerly, he reached into his thigh holster, drawing his preferred sidearm of choice, and M45A1 pistol chambered in .45 ACP. It was more or less the same as the older Colt M1911's which he had tried using before, but had found the low magazine capacity distressing. The M45A1 solved this, unlike the M1911, it was designed to fit double stack magazines, increasing the base capacity from 7 rounds, to 10, his preferred ammo type of choice was FMJ(Full Metal Jacket) Tungsten. All of that, coupled with a red dot sight for quick acquisition, and it was just the sidearm for him. He aimed it at the wall, set it back into the holster, and repeated this action several times, also sliding the magazine in and out. Satisfied, he headed the bathroom for a morning 'pitstop', and from there, headed downstairs to his kitchen to set nab some coffee. Of course, after it was made he had to go and get it outside, waiting for it to cool down. He liked his coffee cold, and with milk, no sugar. After making sure it had reached just the right tempature, William brought it inside and, after making sure the back door was locked, sat down on his couch, grabbed a copy of 'guns and ammo' which he had snatched from his collage dorm room before fleeing.
"Damn, this is perfect, just perfect, peace, quiet, guns, equestria, it's all...perfect." He mumbled to himself as finished downing the rest of his coffee. He set the empty mug down at his side, zipped up his jacket, and made for the front door. Without stopping to peer through the security camera's, he swung the door open, and was met with a snowball to the face.
"Ha! Got-" The group of colt's stopped mid sentence, and looked up at William, who was brushing the snow from his mask. A smile began to grow behind it. "I hate snow, at least, I used to, pick a god and start prayin' little ones." He said calmly, reaching down by his feet, he grabbed some snow off the ground, shaped it into a ball, and lobbed it right between the nose of the first one as hard as he could, sending the unicorn colt tumbling over. They laughed, and galloped off. William brushed the rest of the snow out of his eyes.
"An equestrian snow fight, well, they got magic, who say's I can't use some tools of my own? "With a half dozen snow ball's in one hand, and an M203 grenade launcher in the other. Joey was watching this all play out from his own front porch. "Heh, William's acting a tad bit more...cheerful than normal, I ought to check this out." He stepped off the porch, and slipped on a patch of ice, landing on his tail with a yelp of pain.
"Hey, William!" Joey banged on the front door of Williams house, still wincing in pain from the fall earlier, "Come in!" He heard from inside, a moment later, he heard a mechanical beep, and the front door swung open. Slowly, he trotted inside, hearing the door slam behind him, as he entered the front room, he found William, sitting on the couch, fumbling away with a grenade launcher and a bowl of snowballs.
"What are you doing, and why did the door swing open by itself?" William didn't respond, he appeared to finish with what he was doing, and had began putting the launcher back together with slightly more force than was necessary. He looked up from it just long enough to catch sight of the alicorn standing by the door. "Oh, hey Joey, didn't see you there, like it?" He raised the weapon up in the air, Joey cocked his head, "What did you do to it?" William opened the chamber, grabbed one of the shell's lying on the table, and loaded it into it. "Follow me." The 2 of them walked back outside, William's eyes began to scan the street, searching for the colt's that had ambushed him earlier. "Where are they?" Joey rolled his eyes, "You're joking right, I mean, they're just kid's, you can't seriously be thinking of using that on them, are you?" William stopped him, pointing to an alleyway on the far side of the road, there where the 4 colt's that had messed with him about a half hour prior, He laid the weapon's broad sight's onto them, and pulled down on the trigger. A single round flew from it's barrel, smoothing the colt's with blinding snow. "Well, least now I know it works."
"Wait, wait, wait, you built a snowball launcher? Of all things?" William shrugged. He couldn't care less what other's thought of it, he just wanted to make those idiot's pay for interrupting his morning walk. And if that meant sending them home shivering and sniffling, so be it. Aggressively, he racked another shell into the launcher.
"Ah, nothing but me, my truck, and empty road for miles." Deputy Preston Marmoza thought to himself as he drove down a rural road somewhere under the shadow of the long dead Yuba volcano. The skies where covered in grey clouds, but oddly, it had just now began to drizzle. After highschool, 3 year's ago, he had graduated high school, and simultaneously, had received a scholarship for the Sacramento country police academy. Now at the age of 22, he believed he had had found his true calling, and while at this point, while he was only a deputy, he had already had to deal with his fair share of lawbreakers and miscreants .From loose livestock, to the occasional drunk driver and speeder. Being as remote as this part of California was, it was no surprise to the other members of the county sheriff's department that they where a common occurrence, people were more likely to break the law, given that they thought it would be less likely they would be caught. He switched on the radio. Putting on some nice country music to match the scene's of isolated farmland passing him by. As he stopped at an intersection, he caught sight of a shimmer on the road, at the same time, his radio began crackle with static, he looked closer at the shimmer, it looked a bit like the road on a hot summer day, with heat waves radiating off the pavement.
"Only thing is, it's 55 degree's out and overcast."
Preston reached for his radio to call the station. But just as with his music, he was met with garbled crackling. "Oh, oh ####." He was began to feel nervous, the shimmer ahead of him had began glowing a shade of purple, he reached down to his hip, putting his hand on the grip of his service issued Glock 17. He didn't know exactly what he was witnessing. But the loaded weapon on his hip gave him a small boost of confidence. Which soon diminished when the shimmer began to speed towards him. He pulled the truck into reverse, and began to drive backwards as fast as his vehicle would. But it was to late, the shimmer of energy slammed into truck, he tried to stay conscious, but something made him black out.
"Well, today was... Interesting." Joey said with a chuckle was the both of them sat on bench on a hill overlooking town, this particular one was special, that being because it was the same place where he had launched his attack against invading griffon, changeling, and dragon armies, and won. It had just now began to snow again, after being clear skies all day.
"Yep, nothing but terrorizing little colt's and being angry. Just another day in the chaotic paradise that is Equestria. Am I right?" Joey nodded. William looked out on the vast valley that Ponyville lay in, watching as the occasional pegasi flew by. Bringing back to his mind something that Luna had said to him.
"Question, what are you gettin' me for Christmas?" Joey was taken back at this. He knew William wasn't much one for gifts. "Well, what do you want?" He responded. William paused for a moment, and sighed as his eyes began to wander again. "Hmmm, I don't know, normally I'd say firearms.. but then again..." A Glock 19 appeared in his hand, then disappeared just to prove his point. "Yeah, I see what you mean." William scratched his head, and kicked some snow out from underneath the bench. He clenched his fist, and rested it on the armrest on the side. "Wait a moment, do you remember that 'thing' I told you about a while back?" He said awkwardly, Joey thought back for a moment, and nodded, "Wait, you're choosing now, of all time's to go through with it?" He gave him a weak thumbs up in response," Yep, I'm going to go out an say it out loud-" William stopped for a moment, and gagged, "Turn me into a pony." He immediately facepalmed out of realization as to how stupid he must've sounded with those words coming out of his mouth. His friend simply nodded.
"Well, alright then. Are you sure?" William continued his thumbs up a little longer, before finally dropping it. "Yep, you said Twilight taught you a few transformation spells?" He nodded. "Yep, she sure did." William stood up, and began to walk away, "I would prefer it if you went through with it in my sleep, make's it less...awkward, if you know what I mean, also, I would much like the spell to not be permanent, please and thank you." With that, William waved goodnight and disappeared into the forest, his camouflaged form quickly blending into the snow covered foliage. Joey headed off the opposite way. Glad that William had finally decided to go through with it.