You’re tired, exhausted, frustrated, and even angry. Why? Because the train back to Ponyville never arrived to your station at Appleloosa. And the only way back was to fly back yourself, carrying your single personal saddle bag filled with only your necessary traveling utensils: a mane and tooth brush, a bag filled with a good amount of bits, and a picture of you and your old folks. It was an old picture, but you cherished it.
Your mother was a Pegasus, having a long, styled light blue mane with a white, vibrant streak running through, as well as her tail. Her coat was a really light purple, almost a pale pink, with her eyes being the same color as her mane, making her eyes seem electrifying. She also had that warm, motherly smile. Your father was an Earth pony, a head taller than your mother, and nearly twice as taller than you, but only because you were still a filly when this picture was taken. He had a short kept ash grey mane and tail, with a khaki tan coat, with dull, fading red colored eyes. His eyes were naturally dull, but it does give him that look of knowledge and wisdom. He also had a very calm, relaxed look to him, the one to be stable and focused in any situation.
And then there is… you… You’re a strange combination of your parents. You’re a Pegasus mare just like your mother, with her bright cyan eyes and brilliant smile. You have an unkempt mane unlike your parents, which is a dark royal blue with a dark grey streak running though, and so is your similar unkempt tail, and your coat is a deep purple.
So now here you are, standing at the top of a hill overlooking Ponyville. You were at Appleloosa to visits your aging old folks for a week, but you had to return here to finish your senior education year. But since you had to fly back yourself, it took you another two days just to see Ponyville in the distance. But now that you are here though… something seemed off. Even though you were still pretty far off to Ponyville, but you were on the main road which lead straight toward Town Hall, from this far, surely you can see at least a few ponies. But no matter how much you squinted, you couldn't spot a single one.
You began your trek down the top of the hill towards Ponyville, and the closer you got, the slower your steps became, the more hesitant, the more fearful you were. You stopped at the outskirts of the town, and you were speechless.
The buildings in front of you were an absolute mess. The windows were shattered with the glass littered all over the floor, doors either busted open or broken off its hinges. Some even had large gaping holes in the walls.
You slowly trudge your way through Ponyville, only to find the same, strange emptiness, and destruction. The streets barren of life, but littered with overturned carts and stalls, possessions of said carts and stalls scattered about, and even bags filled with some valuables, as if whoever was their wearer, dropped everything and ran. The buildings just seemed to be getting worse and worse the deeper you go into town. Even a few scorch marks from either fire or some sort of magic residue. That’s until, you saw it.
You saw a wall splattered with dried, brownish faded blood. Another patch of blood there, on the cobblestone, glass, carts. Oh no. oh no oh no oh no. Where are the bodies?! This is beyond bad... you think to yourself. “HELLO!!” You called, starting to panic in desperation to find some kind of answer to why Ponyville is in its current state of silence. “HELLO!!!!” You yelled again, but to only be answered by your own echo.
You turn on an intersection, following the same route you always took to go home. Ignoring your surroundings, you find yourself at the front door of your house. Your house was just like every other building. Broken window here, cracks there, and even a burnt patch of wood. You rummage through your saddle bag to find your keys, but to your sweet luck, you don’t have them, probably lost them on your flight back to Ponyville.
You walk to the side of the house to one of your broken windows. There are still a few shards of glass attached to the frame, which you knock off with your hoof. Once it’s clear enough for you to climb through and not be cut, you hop through and land to find yourself in your wreck of a living room. The couch was ripped apart, the small little table in the middle smashed in half, the ceiling light busted, and blood stains on the carpet…
You begin to scan each room, looking for any signs of your roommate you shared your house with. She was your best friend since you two were just a fillies.
Where else.. where else can I look for somepony.. anypony!!... Town Square! There has to be something at least... Now, headed for the center of Ponyville, Town Hall, in hopes of finding some kind of clue to and answer for your questions. Setting a brisk trotting pace, you make it there in no time, even though you are still devastated by the sight of what once use to be a beautiful building meant for gatherings for speeches, businesses, and simple get-togethers.
Town Hall, out of the rest of Ponyville, was just about in the worst condition overall. It's windows were either small jagged pieces, or not even there, and on the ground, in even smaller pieces. The pillars that supported the roof where shattered, leaving the roof completely unstable, which caused it to collapse in and down onto the building. And the front double doors had a large gaping hole in the middle of the two.
You simply stared at the building. You dont know what to do anymore. There was no pony around, the town was in a mess, and are alone.
Or so you thought, until you heard the faint sound of something metallic being dragged across the cobblestone ground.
It was coming from around a corner behind a building. From an alley. You didn't even consider the possibilities of who or what it might have been, you were just glad that somepony, or something was at least still around.
You ran to the corner, but stopped short when you started hearing the heavy hooffalls as well. It was the suspense that made your heart beat faster, your eyes to grow wide in anticipation that was filled with hope. But that hope was soon destroyed, much like the town, when you saw what was coming from the darkness of the alley.
Your eyes shrank to the size of dimes, your jaw dropped in total shock of unexpected fear. Your knees buckled from under you, and you found yourself cowering from this, pony, if you can even call it that.
The being was large, but limping, dragging along a long, bloody red machete. Its coat was a sickly pale brown, a dirty cooking apron with red splatters to accommodate it. His mane and tail is covered in patches of red, dried blood, and its face. It was only half there. His jaw was completely gone, leaving a part of his tongue hanging out, and the top ridge of his teeth remained. And his eyes were pure orbs of gray, with black rings around it. This, pony, was more or less alive. This thing, even looked familiar to you.
It was Donut Joe.