Roseluck had just walked through her front door with Line Draft following shortly behind her, the two of them having left the party immediately after the incident that they NEARLY caused.

"I'm sorry, Daedaltheus," Roseluck said to Line Draft as she closed the door behind them.

"Sorry," Line Draft responded as suddenly, the human avatar of Daedaltheus split from pony Line Draft in a manner not to dissimilar from teleporting so that both Daedaltheus and Line Draft were in the room with her, albeit they were now separate entities. "You could have killed everyone with the Anti-Life Equation, including Line Draft!" Line Draft, as much as he wanted to say something, kept his mouth as shut as he possibly could.

"Not everyone," Roseluck said as she looked up at the human Daedaltheus, "I mean, you wouldn't die, and-"

"THAT’S NOT THE POINT!" Daedaltheus practically screamed at her before she could finish. "YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OVER THE ANTI-LIFE EQUATION!"

"You've used it before, right?" Roseluck said back up to him. "So what's the difference?"

"CONTROL, ROSELUCK!" Daedaltheus shouted back at her. "F*CKING CONTROL! WHEN I USE IT, I CAN CONTROL IT AND NOT DESTROY MYSELF!"

"What?" Roseluck responded, now suddenly a bit worried. Daedaltheus just let out a sigh.

"The Anti-Life Equation destroys all matter, all life," Daedaltheus said to her. "Including the user."

"Because the being I watched use it destroyed himself in the process," Daedaltheus explained to her. His usual, calm, yet still quite intimidating demeanor returning. "Look," he said after he calmed himself down. "You can use it but only when you have learned to control and only use it in extreme circumstances, when you have no choice."

"When did you have to use it then?" Roseluck asked him. "You’re the great Daedaltheus, Destroyer of Worlds, the Omega to the Alpha, and Last of the Imperials." At that, Daedaltheus was silent for a moment.

"Ages ago," he said after a few moments. "I faced an enemy race of god-like beings that tormented my people so I destroyed them. Unfortunately, one of them fled before I could finish the destruction of the Continuum."

"Oh," Roseluck said as the severity of the situation quickly sank in. "I’m sorry, really I am."

"It’s fine, you crazy little mare," Daedaltheus said to her as he bent down and hugged her, his right hand tussling her mane a little bit as he did. Roseluck just laughed at that comment a little bit as she hugged him back. "It was bound to happen sooner or later. Anyway, I have to actually take care of some business so I will leave you two alone." As he said that, Daedaltheus then let go of Roseluck and walked back over to her front door. Both Roseluck and Line Draft watched for a moment as its color changed from it's usual yellow color to that of what could only be described as 'blood red'. Once it was completely, Daedaltheus opened the red door, and passed through it into the black void beyond, closing the door behind him as he left. Quicker than it had changed, Roseluck's door changed back once he was gone.

"So, now that he’s gone…" Line Draft finally said after the few moments of awkward silence was over. "Do you.... want to-?"

"Oka-" Before Line Draft could even finish that one word, Roseluck, grabbed him and pulled him so close to her that their eyeballs may have actually been touching. The look on her face, as best as Line Draft could see it, could best be described as ravenous.

-Meanwhile, in Pinkie Pie's apartment-

After the original party downstairs had disbanded, RazortheAwesome, Pinkie Pie, Twister, Straight Edge, Blazewings Thunder, The pegasus that was over there who was eating all the cheese (whose name was revealed to be Night Air oddly enough), and the brown dog continued up to Pinkie Pie's apartment, where unbeknownst to all of Ponyville, an EVEN MORE EPIC party was beginning, or so Pinkie claimed, but given that all those present were authors, artists, and editors, such a boast wasn't that completely unbelievable.

As all of the authors entered Pinkie Pie's room, their jaws collectively dropped. Well, all of their jaws dropped except for the brown dog's who just let out a wicked grin. Pinkie Pie had inexplicably decked out her apartment with a 70 inch plasma widescreen TV (with Netflix) with a Wii-U hooked up to it, a beer pong table, beer bongs, shot glasses, board games such as Cards Against Humanity and Drunken Charades, and a wicked stereo system, and a snack table complete with nachos, cupcakes, candy, cookies, and all kinds of baked goods.

"Soooooooooooooo........ what do ya think?" Pinkie Pie asked the collective authors with a suspiciously large grin while they all shook their heads around to get their jaws back into place.

"Um...." was all Razor could say at first. Pinkie Pie leaned into him eagerly, her grin widening even more. "I'm not going to question where you got all of this, Pinkie, but um....."

"Where's the booze?" Razor asked her. At that, she leaned away from him and started laughing innocently while rubbing the back of her head.

"Oh, well.... funny story about that," Pinkie Pie said while still feigning innocence. "I couldn't buy any." She finished that last bit with another incredibly wide, completely innocent smile.

"WHAT!" Night Air practically screamed while then proceeding to freak the f*ck out. "THAT'S NOT FUNNY!!! THAT IS THE OPPOSITE OF FUNNY!!!! I NE-"

"Calm down man," Razor said to him while putting a hoof between him and Pinkie Pie. "Pinkie," he then said as he turned back to face her. "Why couldn't you buy any?"

"Well, apparently there's a law where you guys are from that forbids liquor stores from selling to talking animals," Pinkie then explained to them. "Who'd think of it?"

"Oooohhhhhhhhhhhh.............. that may be my fault actually," the brown dog then spontaneously said out of nowhere.

"Well......" the brown dog said. "It was St. Patrick's Day, I was bored, poor decisions were made, and more than one cross continental fire was started before sundown.... lets just leave it at that." As he finished that sentence, he then feigned his own innocent smile at all of them. All he received in return was all of the other authors, and Pinkie Pie for some reason, leering at him like he had just admitted that he robbed twenty banks.

"Oooooooookkkkkaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy," Razor said after a few moments of leering before letting out a loud sigh. "All right, I'll be right back. I know where we can get some." At that, Razor suddenly disappeared with a flash of light, Q style. Three seconds later, he returned, and there was booze everywhere.

"Well, that was quick," Night Air said when he saw all that. "How'd you manage that so fast?"

"Hey, space is warped and time is bendable, duh," Straight Edge answered for Razor.

"Eeyup," Straight Edge just replied to him with a smirk on his face. While they were talking, Blaze took a few steps forward and examined the liquor. Practically all of it was varying forms of hard liquor, from whisky to vodka, to gin, to rum, all kinds of things really, and all of it looked expensive.

"This looks like several thousand dollars worth of booze," she said as she examined each bottle before she turned back to face Razor. "Where the bloody hell did you get all of this?"

"Lets just say," Razor began. "That some asshole out there keeps forgetting that this MY story and that I'M the one putting words onto the pages." When he finished that, the expression on his face was that of a COMPLETELY perfect smirk. It took a few moments, but once everybody there got what he meant, all of their faces practically matched his.

"All right then," Pinkie Pie said as she slammed one hoof into the other. "LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!"

"WHOOOO!!!!!!!" Every one of them screamed at the top of their lungs as the brown dog ran over to the bar and Pinkie Pie practically teleported over to the stereo and turned it on. After less than a second, the music started playing, no, BLASTING.... IT WAS BLASTING.

"All right, who wants to do Irish Car Bombs!?" The brown dog practically screamed as he started opening up the liquor bottles. "Bet ya can't beat me, I can chug 'em in one second flat, I sh*t you not."

"Same here," Twister said as he walked up too. Blaze just looked at the assortment of liquor for a moment before deciding.

Then at that, the brown dog poured them all Irish Car Bombs and the chugged them down at a speed even Rainbow Dash would be jealous of. Afterwards, Razor poured himself a shot of some REALLY expensive whiskey when he noticed Straight Edge just sitting at the edge of the table eating a cinnamon bun.

"You don't think it's gonna get to loud in here?" he asked all of them. "Especially with the music."

"It's fine," Razor the assured him. "I made the whole room soundproof for the night."

"SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS!!!!" Everyone else shouted continuously as they all threw back another shot, including Razor.

"Because this place is sound proofed, not drunken idiot proofed, and I don't want to take a chance on a drunken human other than Jason stumbling out here and interfering with the story, seriously, I have enough of that dealing with Daedaltheus and the side story guys. Also I don't really know what half you guys actually look like, so there is that." Razor explained.

"Teehee, this stuff is SOOOOOOOO much tastier than cider!" Pinkie Pie said as she threw back another shot of.... something, they couldn't tell what it was.

"To tell you the truth, I honestly don't know," Razor said, now sounding himself a bit worried. Straight Edge however, seemed slightly more worried. The two of them looked at each other for a moment, then back at Pinkie Pie, then back at each other. After a few moments, they both just shrugged and silently agreed to just deal with that when it came to it before Razor downed another shot.

At that, every one of them kept drinking like mad, all of them laying back shots of stuff like there was nothing else. All of them, except for Straight Edge. A fact that Night Air seemed to notice.

"What," Straight Edge just said before he realized he was talking to him. "Oh... um.... I don't drink."

"WHAT!!!!" The brown dog exclaimed as he suddenly appeared in between the two of them.

"What do you mean you don't drink?" Night Air asked, sounding a little more than confused.

"I can't be any clearer than that," Straight Edge then said, slightly annoyed. "I don't drink, I mean, this OC's name is Straight Edge for crying out loud. I'm not even being subtle about it."

"Oh," Night Air said, suddenly feeling a little stupid for not getting it earlier. It was kind of obvious after all.

"No worries man," The brown dog said to him as he threw a paw around his neck. "That just means that you get to experience the alternative."

"What alternative?" Straight Edge asked, not really liking where this could potentially be going.

"Pinkie!" The brown dog shouted, only for Pinkie Pie to appear right next to him within less than a second. "Bring the most sugariest thing you got and a beer bong."

"Okie dokie pokie mokie loki," Pinkie Pie said before dashing off to... somewhere.

"Wait wha-" was all Straight Edge could say before Night Air and Twister, the latter of whom came out of god damned nowhere punched on Straight Edge and kept him from struggling. Less than a second later, Pinkie Pie came back with a beer bong and something that looked like a gallon of coffee. "What is tha-" Straight Edge tried to say before the brown dog put the bong into his mouth.

"Hey, it's like you say in your story," the brown dog said to him while Pinkie Pie started pouring the coffee down his gullet. Thankfully though, it wasn't hot. "COFFEE IS COCAINE IN LIQUID FORM!!!" After the last drop had been chugged, Straight Edge's pupils suddenly dilated to the size of his whole eyes as he spontaneously reached enlightenment. Suddenly, for no explainable reason, he could see the inner workings of the universe..... or at least the universe that he was in right now, which since it was an MLP fan fiction, he could see the words being typed out as they happened, giving the whole world around him meaning. He could even see these worlds right now. Hi Ken.

"Hello.... hello..... hello....." he said into the everythingness that spread itself out before him. His voice echoing further as it went on. "I know everything.... I know everything.... I know everything.... I am everything.... I am everything.... I am everything.... There are other worlds than these… there are other worlds than these… there are other worlds than these…"

Unfortunately, the actual words that came out of his mouth at the party were quite different.

"Ohmygodthisissoawesome,whydidn’tIdothisbefore?Ifeellikeadoughnutanyoneelsewantadoughnut!?" He practically screamed at everybody at the party. "IwouldsharebutIdon’thaveanyatthemoment.Butthefutureisinthepastsoitmatersnot,let’splayvideogames!!!!!!" Even before the last word left his mouth, he sped over to the couch, jumped over it.... Literally jumped over it, and turned on the TV and Wii.

"Oh just half the dosage of this formula I made," Pinkie Pie explained to him, albeit with a slight slur to her voice. "It's 300% sugar, 500% caffeine, and 200% love. I invented it all by myself." At that, she just smiled at him. Twister honestly did not know what to think.

"Thatagirl, Pinkie," the brown dog said as he appeared right next to her and gave her a hoof/paw bump. "That's why we love you."

"Except for Razor," the brown dog said as he secretly leaned in closer and whispered. "He secretly hates you."

"You did not hear that from me," the brown dog said before he suddenly ran off to the couch just as the game in the Wii was coming on, which turned out to be none other than Super Smash Bros. Seeing this, Razor quickly vaulted himself over the couch and took another controller, with Blaze sneaking up out of nowhere and taking the last one. Pinkie Pie just leaned over the couch and started watching them all while Night Air and Twister went back to playing the game of beer pong that they had been playing before.

Within moments they had all picked their characters. Razor was Link, Ken had picked Sonic, the brown dog had picked Fox, and Blaze picked Kirby, and even sooner they had picked Final Destination and the game began.

"Gottagofast! Gottagofast! Gottagofast! Gottagofast!" Straight Edge kept changing as he kept zipping around the stage as Sonic. Razor kept dodging everyone at first while the brown dog kept to the edge and was shooting everyone, at least he was until Blaze came out of nowhere with Kirby and kicked him. At first the match seemed to be going well and was even, until Razor and Straight Edge started teaming up on the brown dog.

"Oh what the hell!!!" The brown dog shouted as he realized this. Less than a minute later, Blaze did that move with Kirby where he sucked up Fox and then dropped off the stage. "GOD DAMNIT!!!!"

"You mad bro?" Blaze said to the brown dog as she leaned in closer to him and gave him a grin that could rival Pinkie Pie's in size, though she had to admit it did hurt her a little. This left only Razor and Straight Edge to fight each other.

"STOP MOVING!!!" Razor shouted at him as he threw another forward smash at him.

"NEVER!!!!" Straight Edge shouted as he drop kicked Link with Sonic. He was about to punch him before Link rolled away and hit him with a boomerang.

"I said rack it like a diamond!" Twister shouted to Night Air, very much disproved by his cup stacking abilities.

"Have you ever seen diamonds from the side!?" Night Air shouted back at him. "They look just like this!"

"What kind of cheap-ass diamonds are you-" Twister tried to shout, but Razor cut him off.

"OH MY GOD WHO THE HELL CARES, JUST PLAY THE GAME!!!" Razor shouted back at them, unfortunately, this momentary distraction resulted in Straight Edge knocking him off the stage in Super Smash Bros and defeating him. "OH COME ON!!!!!" Razor had to shouted as he turned back to see that.

"BOOYA MOTHAF*CKAS!!!!!!!" Straight Edge shouted as he stood up on his two hind legs and thrust his hooves up into the air.

Hours of drinking, everyone getting their chance at Super Smash Bros, and more drinking, they had all decided to move on to karaoke, with Pinkie Pie and Blaze taking the latest song.

"We'll get wild, wild, wild!!!" They both then sang as they threw their hooves out to the crowd that wasn't there. "Wild wild wild!!!"

While that was happening, a very much drunk out of his mind Razor and an equally drunk brown dog sat on the couch watching Night Air and Straight Edge fight each other in Super Smash Bros where Night Air was Samus and Straight Edge was Captain Falcon. Night Air admittedly wasn't doing much better than Razor was at the moment.

"That thing with Rarity was friggin hilarious man..." Razor said to the brown dog after taking another shot of... something, they had lost track of exactly what it was they were drinking by this point.

"Yeah, you lost your sh*t there," the brown dog replied to him as he threw back another drink. "Thought you were gonna hack up a lung or something."

"You know..." the brown dog said as a mischievously evil grin grew across his face. "I can keep doing that if you want, no problem."

"What, like every time Rarity thinks about dicks, you show up and mess with her?" Razor said to him.

"Oh my god!" Razor exclaimed, and again, he had to keep himself from laughing, lest he pass out. "YES! DO THAT! Just troll the sh*t out of her man." And at that, Razor couldn't keep it back anymore, and neither could the brown dog.

"If you've given me permission to troll, then troll I shall," the brown dog said once the laughter had slowed. Razor on the other hand, still couldn't contain himself. As he kept laughing however, the brown dog's grin widened even more of an even more mischievous idea entered his mind. "Actually....." the brown dog said after a few minutes. "Why stop with her?" At that, Razor stopped laughing and just looked at him.

"You aren't thinking what I think you're-?" Razor asked, but the brown dog cut him off again.

"Oh f*ck the hell yes," was all the brown dog said. At that, Razor's smile couldn't help but get as wide as his.

"DO IT!!!" Razor practically shouted at him. "Go nuts, do whatever you want to him. As long as it doesn't interfere at all with the main or side story, go as nuts as you possibly want on him."

"My friend," the brown dog said to Razor as he lowered his sunglasses a bit. "You have no idea what you just unleashed."

"Dude," Razor replied. "I know what I unleashed, and that's why I unleashed it." As he said that, he just grinned at the brown dog.

"SNOWFLAME FEELS NO PAIN!!!" Straight Edge then shouted before he FALCON PUNCHED Night Air off of the stage, effectively winning the match.

The playing of the videogames ended a few rounds later, after everyone collectively agreed to stop playing because Straight Edge kept winning. Instead, they all went back to the table with the booze and kept throwing back more shots. Straight Edge on the other hand, was laying in the corner, staring endlessly into Gummy's eyes unblinking as the two of them commenced an EPIC BATTLE OF WILLS THAT WOULD SPAN THE COSMOS AND BEYOND!!!!

"It's amazing," Straight Edge finally said to the unblinking reptile after a while. "Of all the monsters in this story from Lovecraftian horrors to psychotic, homicidal authors, you are by far the most evil thing I've encountered." Gummy didn't say or do anything in response. He just continued to stare. "You patiently bide your time, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.... You are clever." Still Gummy kept staring at him. "All of creation is no match for you, and yet you sit there, playing the innocent." At that, Gummy blinked. Straight Edge's eyes went narrow as he kept staring back at him. "I'm watching you..."

Meanwhile, at the bar that was basically the table where all of the liquor was, Blaze and Twister were talking about.... stuff...

"So what was the deal with that note that Daedaltheus left, 'I'm always watching you'," Twister said to Blaze.

"I'm guessing he's some kind of voyeur," she replied back to him. "Probably gets off on watching us."

"Woah woah woah..." Twister suddenly said as his eyes went wide. "Do you think he watches us.... all the time..... even when we're alone.... like in private?" Blaze couldn't help but giggle at that.

"Most likely," she said to Twister. "And you should be very ashamed of yourself."

"Hey!" Twister shouted back to her. He would have said more, but then suddenly, Blaze's eyes went as wide as her head, as if she suddenly just realized something. She then leaned in closer, cupped a hoof over her mouth and started whispering.

"Oh my god I've just figured it out," she whispered to Twister. "Why Razor works with this guy even after he's derailed this story, why they are so hostile to each other, and why they don't actually fight it out. Razor and Daedaltheus obviously used to be lovers and they must have gone through some kind of very nasty breakup that neither of them has gotten over..."

"You do realize that you just whispered that to me, right?" Razor said to her as Blaze quickly looked up and realized that she did not in fact whisper that to Twister, but had instead turned around and whispered it to Razor, who had walked over just to see how they were doing. "And that's not true at all."

"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh," Blaze said as she nodded to him before turning back around towards Twister and whispered to him. "Careful, he's onto us." Unfortunately for her, Razor still heard that. Both Razor and Twister just rolled their eyes at that ridiculous idea.

The party did not end there however, and it would keep going as many more things happened, all through the night. Hey, it's not very often that the people writing this story get to be a part of it like this is it?

(This section of this chapter written by BrownDog77 and edited as needed by RazortheAwesome.)

-Meanwhile, at Risen Flagg's hotel-

"Thank you, again, for stepping in when you did, Risen Flagg," Trixie said to Risen Flagg as she, Flagg, and Joseph Curwen walked through the front door of the hotel they were staying at. "If you hadn't, I'm now sure what they would have-"

"Trixie," Risen Flagg said before she could even finish. "I know that you've been to this town before, and I know that you didn't exactly leave the best impression on the ponies that live here, but that doesn't mean that you have to be afraid of them." At that, Trixie looked away from Risen Flagg towards the floor.

"You don't know," Trixie said to him as her eyes started to tear up a little. "You really don't know."

"Actually," Risen Flagg replied to her as he walked around in front of her, gently placed a hoof under her chin and lifted her head back up so that she was looking at him again. "I do. I know all about the incident with the Ursa Minor, and I know about what happened with the alicorn amulet, but you know what, that's all in the past now." Trixie didn't say anything to him, and his words didn't do much to keep her eyes from tearing up even more. "You are right about one thing, these ponies do have every right to despise you for what you did, but that doesn't mean that you have to be afraid of them, that you have to cower in fear like the element of kindness whenever they talk to you. You were cruel to them, I understand, but that's not you anymore." At that, the tears seemed to stop flowing. "Lots of things have happened since then, and because of them you aren't that pony anymore. You're a new pony now, you're my campaign manager, you're my pony." The moment those words hit her ears, Trixie suddenly didn't feel sad anymore. "And while they have every right to judge you for the pony that you were, but they have absolutely no right to judge you for the pony you are now." Risen Flagg stopped for a moment as he let out a sigh. "I'm sorry if I left you, even for a moment, while I was introducing myself to other ponies, but know this, I will never leave you, and I certainly won't let anypony, and I mean ANYPONY talk about my Trixie like that." At that, the dam broke. Trixie practically lunged forward and threw her hooves around Risen Flagg. While she was still crying, they were no longer tears of joy. "Shh...... There, there...." Risen Flagg said to her in his most soothing voice as he stroked her mane. As he did he looked past her at Joseph Curwen, who just rolled his eyes and walked away from them towards the stairs. After a few moments, he was gone. "Lets get some sleep," Risen Flagg then said to Trixie once Curwen had left. "Tomorrow's going to be a big day for all of us."

On the second floor, where the normal rooms were, and just below the third floor where all of the luxurious suites were (which was where Risen Flagg and Trixie's room was), Joseph Curwen walked out from the stairwell, only to immediately run into another pony that was walking in the opposite direction. Both Curwen and the other pony fell backwards onto their flanks and towels went everywhere the moment they hit.

"OH MY CELESTIA I'M SO SORRY!!!" The other pony frantically said to Curwen. Curwen rubbed his head for a moment, then looked back at the pony who hit him to see that she was one of the hotel maids. She was rather young unicorn, beige in color, and her mane and tail were dark brown in color. He couldn't see what he cutie mark was because of her maid outfit. Between the two of them, an assortment of all kinds of towels lay scattered all over the floor, which she was frantically trying to pick up. "I am so sorry sir, by Celestia I'm so sorry. I was just taking these downstairs and I didn't see you there and I- I'm just so sorry sir!!!!" Curwen, for his part, just sat still for a moment and let her talk before letting out a rather content sigh before he stood back up and readjusted his suit.

"It's quite all right," he said to her before he then bent down and started helping her pick up the towels.

"Oh, no, sir, you don't have to do that," the hotel maid said nervously to him. "I ran into you, and it's my job to-"

"No, I insist," Curwen said to her before she could finish as he pick up another towel and neatly folded it before setting down into a pile he was making. "I am not exactly innocent in this matter myself. I didn't see you either, so it's only fair that I help you."

"But sir, you don't-" the maid tried to say, but her words were interrupted by Joseph Curwen placing a hoof on her shoulder. At his touch, she stopped instantly. She then looked at Curwen, he smiled back at her. A genuine smile.

"Let me help you," Curwen said to her as he moved closer to her. "I insist." At that, the touch of his breath on her ear made the maid blush a little bit. She didn't know what it was, but she somehow felt better all of a sudden.

-Meanwhile, in a bunker, fifteen miles beneath the surface of the Earth, in another universe-

(Warning: The following scene may or may not actually be taking place. The words you are seeing on this page right now might actually just be the product of your imagination.)

Suddenly, somewhere in another universe not remotely connected in any way to the universe in which Jason Morgan, Risen Flagg, Twilight Sparkle, and every other character in this story reside, a red door frame suddenly appeared, as if by some kind of glitch in reality, and space, appeared in a vast, open, bunker, and Daedaltheus stepped out of it.

"Welcome back, Daedaltheus," an unknown voice that didn't sound that much different Pinkie Pie said to him.

"How was the party?" another unknown voice, this one a bit raspy, but definitely a male voice, said to him.

Daedaltheus didn't say anything to either of them. Instead, he just silently walked over to a table made from mahogany from the trees of Malchior 7 with several bottles of rather expensive liquor of varying types and brands sitting on it. Suddenly, Daedaltheus made this sound as he picked up the table with both hands and flipped it over, breaking not only all of the bottles of liquor on it, but the table as well in the process.

"WE ARE LOSING THE BATTLE!" Daedaltheus screamed at the top of his lungs as he, seemingly without moving, turned around to face them both.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, SMITH!" Daedaltheus screamed at the owner of the second voice as he walked right past him.

"Meh, as long as we get paid in the end," the owner of the first voice said, seemingly without giving any f*ck's as he did.

"YOU TOO, HARUHARA!" Daedaltheus screamed at her as he turned to face her before continuing on past the two of them.

"Computer!" Daedaltheus shouted as to a laptop on a nearby desk as he walked over to it. Several seconds passed with no response. "Computer, listen to me!" he shouted again, still no response. "COMPUTER!" Still no response. The large floating screen above the laptop that was suspended on the large back wall at the back of the bunker showed nothing but the usual blank screen with comments from Wake up. See this. What do? streaming in occasionally. Daedaltheus literally growled at that point. "CAROLINE!" He shouted with enough force to shake the whole bunker. At that point, a large sphere like thing with a yellow oculus appeared on the screen.

"WE ARE LOSING!" Daedaltheus shouted at it about as loudly as when he shouted to the first two voices. The computer voice seemed to let out a sigh at that.

"What do you want me to do now?" the computer asked in a very exasperated sounding voice.

"Activating war protocol," the computer replied in its same monotone voice as many different screens began to descend from the ceiling. Each one of them displaying the moments of every single character in Wake up. See this. What do?. Including the side story characters. "Shall I play the appropriate music?" the computer asked Daedaltheus once the screens had all dropped.

So I take it that they really pissed you off, eh? Especially Razor," the owner of the first voice said to Daedaltheus as she came over to watch the screens with him.

"You can always just, you know, hang him or something," the owner of the second voice said to Daedaltheus as he walked up next to him. At his words, Daedaltheus didn't say anything at first, but simply turned to look at him. The look on his face looked as if he was going to tear his larynx out.

"I'LL KILL HIM!!!!" Daedaltheus screamed at him as his eyes suddenly started to burn with what only be described as hellfire. The owner of the second voice didn't move, he didn't even shake. The owner of the first voice just looked over and laughed at him a bit, which he rolled his eyes at. After a few moments of looking at him angrily, Daedaltheus turned back to the screens. "Caroline! Activate the Emancipation Grid!"

"Around the planet," Daedaltheus clarified. "Set up an AT Field Emancipation Grid around the entire universe such that if anyone, ANYONE, summons Old Man Henderson into the story, not only will he be destroyed but the who summoned him as well."

"Ken keeps finding ways to resurrect that bastard, so I am putting a stop to this once and for F*CKING ALL!"

"I see," the computer said, with a few moments of silence afterwards. "Anything else?"

"Start a countdown," Daedaltheus ordered, at which point the computer sighed again.

"Until my retribution," Daedaltheus said. "These people and ponies will understand fear. They will know it as their world drowns in RED."

"All hail the Red!" the owners of both voices said aloud the moment those words left Daedaltheus's mouth.

"All hail the Red," Daedaltheus said to himself as a sort of gleeful smile spread across his face.

(End of any scenes that may or may not actually be taking place. Anything that happens from here on out, actually is taking place.)

-Meanwhile, in Risen Flagg's hotel room-

Risen Flagg and Trixie were well and fast asleep in the bed they shared. Trixie lay beside Risen Flagg with her hooves around him. Flagg just lay there for a few moments looking up at the ceiling, a smile adorned his face. After a few more moments, he closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he was no longer in his bed. He was standing in what appeared to be a swirling black and grey abyss with storm clouds beneath, above, and all around him, and bright flashes of lightning illuminating the area all around him. Suddenly, feeling something else was amiss, Risen Flagg looked down at himself, and saw that in place of hooves, he had hands. Further inspection of himself showed that not only was he human again, but he was wearing the same suit he had wore while he was Risen Flagg, only more tailor fitted to fit him as a human. His hair was also shorter than it used to be, though still nicely combed. His tie was also blue as opposed to the red tie he wore while he was Risen Flagg. Despite his clothes, the rest of his appearance was that of someone who was undoubtedly Egyptian. He had taken this form before, before he came here... to Equestria.

"What is the meaning of this!?" Risen Flagg, or as he was more well known like this, Nyarlathotep, shouted to the abyss, demanding an answer.

"Do you really have to ask?" A seemingly bodiless voice responded from all around him.

"Yes," Nyarlathotep responded. "Have I been spirited away to the very howling abyss that the rest of my kind now dwells in?"

"No, this is but a dream one that you are having right now," the voice responded to him.

"Impossible, Nyarlathotep responded. "I am an Outer God, therefore I do not dream, physical impossibility and all that. That is why the foul night princess has been unable to discern the plans I have with her witchcraft of dream invasion."

"Yes, but in the here and now you are dreaming and she is listening, somewhere in the darkened walls of your dream," the voice responded to him.

"I’m more concerned with the fact that I am dreaming," Nyarlathotep said to the voice, with much ire in his own, his own patience wearing thin.

"That would be my doing," the voice suddenly said, as it suddenly came from behind him and not all around him. The instant it hit his human ears, Nyarlathotep turned around to see a tall human being wearing dress pants, a white dress shirt, a black dress vest, and crimson red tie.

"You were the pony from the party," Nyarlathotep said to him, for he knew who he was.

"That form is but a puppet, a husk that I occasionally use," Daedaltheus XIV replied to Risen Flagg as he slowly started walking to his right. Nyarlathotep in turn, started moving to his right as well.

"I am very disappointed in you, Risen Flag. Or, I'm sorry do you prefer your true name here, Nyarlathotep," Daedaltheus said to him.

"How so," Nyarlathotep responded, confused. "I am doing everything according to the plan, everything that I have planned to set out in order to accomplish."

"Oh really," Daedaltheus responded, not amused. "And what parts of the plan have you actually managed to follow?"

"I infiltrated the senate, have managed to convince 85 of the 100 members of the senate to follow my reconstruction plan, and have officially eradicated all but one of the Intelligence Agencies in Equestria," Nyarlathotep said to Daedaltheus.

"Thank you, but not only that I have planted several agents inside of the last remaining Intelligence Agency and now I am but pen stroke away from eliminating the final threat to my plan," Nyarlathotep continued, to which, Daedaltheus stopped walking, and started clapping.

"I would be impressed if any of what you just stated was actually well impressive but here’s the problem, Nyarlathotep," Daedaltheus said to him.

"What would that be?" Nyarlathotep said to him, both angry and confused as he stopped walking as well.

"You have been Equestria for what two and half years at this point," Daedaltheus said to him. "And here we are, having this discussion about how they’re all alive and not god-chow."

"The plan, open the door, let it in, and then…BAM!" Daedaltheus exclaimed. "Every one of the ponies is deader than a tribble in a Klingon firing range."

"I am working towards that and I am succeeding!" Nyarlathotep shouted at Daedaltheus.

"YOU ARE FAILING!!!" Daedaltheus shouted back at him with enough force to shake the voice they stood in. "I HAVE GIVEN YOU EVERYTHING YOU NEEDED TO SUCCEED! WEAPONS, POWER, ASSISTANTS, F*CK-PUPPETS AND A GODDAMNED REASON TO ACTUALLY WANT TO INVADE THIS PUSH OVER OF A F*CKING PLANET AND YET HERE WE ARE, HAVING THIS F*CKING TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH OF AN ABJECT F*CKING-GODFORESAKEN MORON YOU ARE!" Nyarlathotep didn't say anything for a few moments, he only snickered to himself.

"You think that you can intimidate me," Nyarlathotep said to Daedaltheus while seemingly trying to hold back his own laughter. "I am Nyarlathotep, son of Azathoth, the creator of the universe, and I will-" Before he could even finish that sentence, he didn't even see him move, but Daedaltheus suddenly appeared directly in front of him, grabbed him by his neck with his left hand, lifted him off of the ground.... or what was the ground in this void, and was lifting him off of it.

"And I am Daedaltheus XIV," Daedaltheus said to him. "Son of Johannes Marquis, son of Arcady, descendant of the great Emperor of the Known Universe and Duke of the Noble House from Caladan." When he finished saying that, Daedaltheus dropped Nyarlathotep back to the ground. Nyarlathotep fell to his knees and started breathing heavily for a moment before he got back to his feet, unable to believe what he just heard.

"Dead but his blood follows in these veins," Daedaltheus continued. "The blood of the being that looks where others dare not."

"But the Red and all of that, what does that amount to?" Nyarlathotep asked, sounding more worried.

"The Red is not some grand philosophical idea dreamed that interweaves evil together in an elaborate fabric that connects the multiverse," Daedaltheus explained as he stepped closer to him. Nyarlathotep in turn, took a step back. "It is an acronym for Research Extract Destroy, an organization with the sole purpose of ensuring that good loses."

"So," Nyarlathotep said, still in confusion. "You are evil then, but the Tower and the symbol of the eye?"

"Adopted by our forefathers and the founders before them to strike fear into the hearts of heroism," Daedaltheus explained. "As far as evil, well only mutually so for you see when the logical end to a story is happy, then we make it so but when the logical end to a story is the fall of good, that’s where you come in. You are but a tool used by us in order to make the story achieve the logical conclusion and to spice up what might otherwise be a fairly one sided fight." Nyarlathotep just remained silent. "Tell me," Daedaltheus continued. "Would Bambi be as compelling without the Hunter killing his mother, or Cowboy Bebop without Julia’s death, or the Princess and the Frog without Doctor Facilier crushing the bug or the death of Freya in Thor-The Dark World."

"Well, we have been connected to it in some way," Daedaltheus said. "But we are getting off track here aren't we. You better get on the path to victory or the wrath of your father will be the least of you worries. Do you understand me, Nyarlathotep?" Nyarlathotep didn't say anything at first, but after a few moments of intimidating silence, he finally responded.

"Good," Daedaltheus said as a red doorframe suddenly appeared behind him. "We'll be keeping an eye on you." Then, suddenly, with that, with a white flash of lighting, the void disappeared and Nyarlathotep awoke in his bed in the hotel in Equestria. Quickly, he turned on the lamp next to his bed and looked down at him self to see that he was Risen Flagg again, the identity he took in this world to further his goals. After breathing heavily for a few moments as he calmed himself down as he saw that everything was okay, well, at least the way it was before all that happened.

However, when he looked up towards the wall directly in front of him, he saw a large, red, symbol, burned into it.

Beneath it were the words "I AM ALWAYS WATCHING YOU." in red letters. The symbol and the words were there for only a few moments before they faded away into nothingness, undoubtedly from whence they came.

Seeing this, Risen Flagg threw the covers off himself and got out of bed. Without waking Trixie, he then left his hotel room, walked downstairs to the second floor to Curwen's room, which he unlocked with his magic and opened the door.

"Curwen I need you to-" He stopped mid sentence as his eyes went so wide they threatened to burst even out of his own skull as the sight in front of him presented itself.

(Authors note: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!! NO! I absolutely refuse to write this scene in this story. Both Daedaltheus and I came up with it, and we both wrote it, but no, I am not going to include it here. If I do, this story is going to have to be moved up to MATURE in rating and I'm going to have to add several more tags to this story just for the inclusion of this one scene. So no. No I am not going to show it here.

You are just going to have to take my word for it when I tell you that Joseph Curwen is EATING the hotel maid that he bumped into earlier. Yes, he is eating her, like a cannibal, eating her, muscle, blood, bones and all, and she is, quite literally, all over the walls and all over him Not only that but.... you know what, I am going to stop right there. If you really want to know the full extent of what is happening in this scene, message Daedaltheus, he'll tell you.)

"Curwen, that's disgusting," Risen Flagg said to him as the sight in front of him burned itself into his vision.

"What, oh yes," Risen Flagg said as he remembered that he came here cause he actually did need Curwen's help.

-Meanwhile, in the side story-

Nothing that RazortheAwesome deems canon at this time. He would like to point out however, that he does in fact, own a desk made from mahogany from the trees of Malchior 7. It's where he does most of his writing. Anyway, moving on.

-Meanwhile, in MasterSmasher's mind-

For me and my llamas, it was an especially dark night on the night of the invasion.

All seemed to be going well- me and my team of specially trained ninja llamas had successfully infiltrated Zecorum's borders by boat, and we were moving toward one of their outer bases. The plan was simple- get in quick and unnoticed, then place the bomb near the center of the base, and blow those zebra bastards sky high. After that, all we'd have to do was get out and wait for extraction. If only it had gone so smoothly.

We crawled through the beach, toward the base. All was quiet. No signs of zebra activity anywhere. Nevertheless, everyone was tense. We'd all heard the stories of infiltrations going wrong. Teams getting wiped out before they even got close to their objectives. Jimmy, our demolitions expert, and the holder of the bomb, cracked a joke about how the enemy wouldn't see what was coming, to try and loosen the tension.

Bullets flying everywhere. Everyone around me screaming and taking cover. I didn't even have time to realize we were under attack before my body instinctively took cover behind some rocks.

I looked around, and was horrified by what I saw: my team had been all but wiped out. A dozen and a half llamas lay there in the sand, lifeless. Near the center of them lay Jimmy, just as lifeless as the rest. Shot through the head. Didn't even have a surprised look on him. Poor bastard probably didn't even knew what hit him before he died. There was some irony in that, but I was far too busy worrying about my own skin to think about stuff like that.

I looked to who was left. Sergeant Sully, my second in command. Glad to see he was still alive. We'd need his expert marksmanship if we were gonna get out of this. Three others, too. Privates Dawson and Hicks, and corporal Smithson. Five llamas, including myself, against a veritable zebra army. Not the best odds.

With all that'd happened, there was no way we were gonna be able to finish the mission. We didn't even know how we were gonna get outta here ourselves, let alone accomplish the mission. I decided to call in command. See if we could get some evac.
Finally, some good news.

Turned out, there was already a chopper nearby. It'd be able to get us outta there in one piece, but there was a problem: evac zone was too hot. We'd have to either find some way to get the enemy to stop firing, or find another evac zone to get to. While I was in the middle of forming a plan to get us out of here, and somewhere safer, my sergeant announced something.

"Let's use the bomb!" Sully yelled. Confused, I asked what he meant. Surely he didn't mean to say we should continue the mission?

Turns out, that wasn't his plan. He figured the large explosion from detonating the bomb Jimmy had would cause enough distraction to allow enough time for a chopper to come in and get us, if we were lucky. With the mindset that this was a better idea than my plan of, "run like hell, and hope they don't shoot us in the ass," I decided we'd go with his plan. Only one problem: Jimmy's corpse- along with the bomb- lay a few meters away from the relative safety of the rocks we were hiding behind. I informed Sergeant Sully about this fact, and he just scoffed, and told me not to worry about getting shot. They'd handle that, he said. Told me to just crawl to the bomb. Stay low, crawl slow-like. Don't get noticed. As if I didn't know that. I told command about our plan, and they put a chopper on standby near the coast.

This was it. I'd either get the bomb, or I'd get a string of bullets blown into me. Carefully, slowly, quietly... I laid to the floor, and started crawling to the bomb... And I wasn't getting shot at! The relief I felt is impossible to replicate. After I'd heard an explosion, I looked toward the remainder of my team, and saw why I wasn't getting noticed.

There, my highly trained team of ninja llamas was... Firing wildly at the enemy, lobbing grenades all over the place- nowhere near any zebra, mind you-, and just overall painting a giant target onto themselves. I won't tell you the other things they did to provoke the enemy. It would tarnish their memory... I wish I could make what they did sound more more heroic, I really do, but I really, really can't.
So! After a while of crawling, I eventually made it to the bomb, and looked back to what was left of my team. Sully was the only one left standing that I could see. I didn't know at the time where they were, but I assumed the worst.

Sully, being the crackshot he was, fired round after round toward the enemy. By the smile he wore on his face, I could tell he'd already taken out a good number of zebras. I could almost hear their cries of pain after every shot he fired. I smirked at the thought, then looked down to Jimmy's body for the bomb. The smirk immediately left my face, and I quickly searched his body for the bomb. After finding it, I quickly grabbed it, and moved on. I wasn't too keen on spending too long around the bodies of my fallen comrades.
After getting a fair bit closer, I just stood up and charged it. They, of course, noticed me at this point, and some started firing my way. Regardless, I just hoped I wouldn't get hit, and charged forward. I got as close as I felt comfortable, and just chucked the bomb as hard as I could.

Ten seconds. I had ten seconds to get out of the blast range before the bomb went off. Looking back, I musta been insane to think I coulda just ran out of the blast range of that thing. The thing was meant to blow a whole friggin' base. No way I'd just run out of a blast range like that. Lucky for me, there was a pretty big hole in the ground not too far from where I chucked the thing from. Looked about llama sized, so I ran into it, waited for the explosion, and BOOM! The thing exploded, sending rubble into the air, and fire over my little ditch. When the fire died out, I stuck my head out. Turned out, I threw it closer than I thought, and I'd actually managed to get it pretty close to the wall! Ended up blowing a huge chunk of that wall apart, apparently. Lucky me, because that meant there was a bunch more dust floating about.

I wasted no time calling in the chopper. They said they'd be there in just a few seconds. Guys were closer than I'd expected, thank god. It apparently took them just over ten seconds to get there, apparently. Ten friggin' seconds. Felt like minutes, I swear it did. But once that thing was there, man oh man, I ran. Ran faster than I thought I could to that chopper. Made it there faster than an olympic sprinter coulda, I tell ya. Jumped in that chopper like my tail was on fire. And once I did, I waited for Sully to hop on.

Looked around, but I couldn't see him anywhere. The pilot of the chopper told us we had to leave ASAP. I tried to get him to wait for just a few more seconds, but he was a stubborn as a mule- not that there's anything wrong with mules, of course. He took off. Can't blame him. It was a miracle I managed to get on myself. No need to push our luck, ay?

Anyway, turned out he was right to take off. When we were in the air, I saw the bodies of Sully and the others laid out on the ground. Guess they got shot. Or maybe the explosion got them. Didn't matter. My team was gone, leaving me the lone survivor. The military sure would be lonely without those guys. 'Least, it would have been. Apparently, my luck had run out, and some f*cker left standing at the base taking potshots at the chopper managed to hit me in the side, leaving me pretty banged up. I recovered mostly, but I won't be sent to combat any time soon, that's for sure. Now, I work behind a desk all day, working on paperwork and the like.

... Wow. I really just made a friggin' short story in the comments. Sorry. I just... I dunno. Felt like writing, I guess.

(This bonus short story written by MasterSmasher)

-Meanwhile, at the Hall of Justice-

-Meanwhile, at Lyra and Bon Bon's house-

The rest of the parry went rather smoothly after that whole "turning off the dinosaur," thing that Risen Flagg did passed. Yes, he was still going to die later, or at the very least pay for that, if you had anything to say about it, but still, it was an enjoyable party. You still had fun, and everypony that was there was happy to meet with you again.

After that song that Risen Flagg put on ended, the DJ put on a few other songs, and you danced to them too, so it was just as fun as last time, but still.... no dinosaur..... DAMN THAT RISEN FLAGG!!!!

Also attempts to talk to that blue mare that was with him, Trixie, were largely unsuccessful, as she never left Risen Flagg's side for the rest of the night. You were really hoping that she would have one more thing to tell you, but you would have had to get it from her while she was away from him, and she wasn't. It was almost as if she was afraid of everypony. Then again, if your inner Batman and Doctor were telling you anything about her, based on what happened with her the last time she was in this town, she had every right to be, but still.... you are kind of disappointed at that.

For now though, you're not going to think about that. The party was over, so you, being tired, threw yourself back onto Lyra and Bon Bon's couch to get some sleep. You were going to be heading back to Canterlot tomorrow, so it was going to be a big day. You needed your sleep.

No "What do you do?" section for this chapter either. That comes later. *insert suspiciously evil grin here*

Wake up. See this. What do? - Part 2: Raise the Flag (comment driven story)

by RazortheAwesome

And thus, the party's over...... WITH A VE- (feat. guest authors BrownDog77 and MasterSmasher)