Fuel the Eternal Flame | A DOOM MLP Crossover

by NotAnEditor


Spawned Fear

“Dear Princess Celestia

I’m sure you’ve gotten my letters on the whole Fluttershy situation, consider this one a sort of follow up. Have you been noticing strange things happening lately? I know that it’s a pretty broad question, but I’ve begun to notice a couple of things. About Spike, my friends, Ponyville in general!

I’m going to start with the obvious, all the missing pony reports across Equestria. I’ve been researching newspapers and data from all around the place, and there are dozens across Ponyville, Broncolyn, Manehattan, Canterlot and tons of other cities! 

This isn’t even mentioning the ‘apple-lava’ stuff, or so that’s what everypony is calling it. It’s this red colored, electricity filled liquid that everypony says tastes good. Well, except for me, Applejack, Rarity and Pinkie Pie. Spike loves it and Applejack has been talking about how it’s been making her sister act all weird, whatever she means by that.

Anyways, the main reason I’m writing this letter is about what happened to Pinkie Pie earlier today. Pinkie was attacked by another one of those things that hurt Fluttershy. She didn’t get as injured, thankfully, but still. We can’t just have all these creatures going around attacking ponies!

I’m telling you this in hopes that you lend a group of royal guards here at Ponyville, to help stop any more of these attacks. The last I saw one was at Sugarcube Corner, that would be a good place to start.

Sincerely, Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship”

~

The letter was folded neatly by a pair of glove-covered hooves, being tucked into one of the rubberized pockets of a yellow colored hazmat suit. The royal guard pony was adorned in hazardous material wear, along with the rest of his group.

The four of them all stood outside of Sugarcube Corner, looking up at the cake-themed building. Several ponies of the town would stop to give the four an estranged look, before shrugging it away at the sight of the royal guard logo on the shoulders of their suits.

It was cutting edge technology for Equestria. An outfit to halt any poisons, magic or potions that could affect the wearer, as long as the seal was correctly maintained. The four guards were mostly indistinguishable in the outfits, the only thing differentiating them were simple numbers where their right cutie marks would be.

The one leading them, and the one who had just finished re-reading the letter adorned the number 1 on his side. The rubbery material overlaid a horn pointing from the stallion’s head. 1 glanced at the rest of his squad, before taking a deep breath of his decontaminated air and heading towards the front door.

The group entered in a single file line, spreading out across the first floor and looking the place up and down, searching for any signs of contamination. It was clear that this group had done this before as they shoved aside cakes, pastries, chairs, closets, tables. The once eerily calm and desolate bakery was filled with the scavenging of royal guards.

After not too long of the group searching and clearing the first floor, they finally came across the basement door. The pony who had found it, one with the body shape of a mare and the number 2 covering where her cutie mark would be, drew a hoof over the scratch marks. The smallest bits of her suit expanded on the sides of her torso, giving the shape of wings beneath the outfit.

She looked over at 1 who was inspecting a shelf of ingredients. 2 waved a hoof over, signaling for him to come along. The leader made his way to his partner, looking up at the claw marks all across it. A angy, disgusting scent emanated downstairs, however it was undetectable in the hazmat suits.

1 arrived alongside his hazmat-adorning ally, inspecting the scratches and scars of it. He looked over at 3 and 4, still searching in the main store area of the building. The two, feeling their leader stare at them, adjusted over to him. 1 pointed his hoof to the stairs, signaling the duo to head up them as him and 2 cleared out the basement.

Once they creaked their way up, 1 looked at 2, getting an affirmative nod from her before opening the basement door with a free hoof. The first thing they caught sight of was the many scratch marks all across the closed staircase down into it. 2 could just barely make out a bit of crimson leaking towards the beginning of the steps. She tapped her leader’s shoulder, pointing at it, 1 nodding in response before slowly making his way down the stairs.

2 followed, them peeking around the corner of the staircase as they slowly descended. They could both hear the subtle sound of dripping as The viscera of the basement became more and more apparent. The duo finally dropped down to a final stair to see the horrific display.

Even the two royal guards, specifically trained to witness this kind of stuff, gave a disgusted look. Most normal ponies would freeze in fear at the effigy of viscera, a reddish orange portal floating above it with the tiniest whispers being carried from it’s breeze and blood dripping from the basement ceiling.

1 could’ve sworn that he saw the skeletonized and rotting faces of several ponies in the highest, curved crescent like portion of the statue right below the portal. Other bones and body parts that could only belong to a pony.

1 looked over at his partner, signaling her with a hoof to check to the right for any more contaminants before they began work on the nest of flesh, him taking the remaining, large and dark left corner of the room. 

A shelf of very old baking materials sat there, unused for a long while with a heavy layer of dust on it with some thick cobwebs. No other contaminants were apparent there. 1 turned back around, seeing 2 heading to the effigy, him soon joining her.

The lead took a deep breath, before lifting a hoof and prodding the mass, a disturbing squelch coming from the bloody meat. He looked over at 2, signaling a circle above him with his hoof. They couldn’t communicate with each other in the suits, so hoof signals were a necessity.

His partner nodded, taking a notepad and quill out before 1 turned and headed back up the stairs, opening the basement door to see 3 and 4 standing in front, just about ready to report their findings. 3 was a rather short pony, an unicorn horn pointing through his suit. 4 was sort of the opposite, big and brawdy in shape with no visible horns or wings.

4 moved his hoof in the shape of an ‘X’, symbolizing that nothing had been found. 1 nodded, circling his hoof in the air once more. The other two nodded in return, turning and heading outside of the bakery.

Once the two exited, 1 remained on the first floor of Sugarcube Corner. He reached a hoof into his suit’s pocket and took out a notepad, a quill joining it. The unicorn fumbled with it a little, not really used to solely using his hands to manipulate objects. It was impossible for an unicorn to utilize their magic while in a hazard suit, the properties of it simply blocks it from affecting anything outside of it.

Finally, he sat on the ground and began writing notes about the place. “Location is clear of active threats. Reports of Specimen #6 appear to be dated. We know their hunting strategies so in all likelihood it had abandoned its nest once it was spotted. We found no sight of the missing foals and the only trace of any pony in here is the effigy downstairs.” He wrote.

‘Effigy’ was the term that these units had decided upon. Once they had begun coming across more and more of them, they recognized the patterns of the monsters. Often where the specimens prowled, the effigies were nested up somewhere. Their knowledge of them was miniscule, although they did know two things.

One, it was clearly some form of nesting grounds, and two, it was made of pony. The
samples they’ve extracted from the effigies have shown that the flesh it was made of very much used to be a form of equine. Ponies, in all likelihood.

“We can only assume that the missing ponies in Ponyville were used in the creation of the nest. Visible pony skeleton could be seen across it’s crescent into the portal. We’ll be quarantining the building. Request for more royal guards to keep an eye on the building and make sure nopony gains access within it in the future. Make sure they get orders to not enter either. Me and my team will further analyze the effigy.” He finished writing, closing his notepad shut and slipping the quill and pad combo into his pocket once more, right next to Princess Twilight Sparkle’s letter.

He started outside, deciding to help his fellow guardsman as they rolled out the quarantine material they had brought with them on their carriage. 3 and 4 were already rolling out a large mat of yellow quarantine plastic, several biohazard logos all across it. 

It would be a long day of wrapping the place up like a dangerous, bright yellow Christmas present, but they all know if they didn’t, much more ponies could be put into danger.