When the six friends had finally calmed pinkie down from her hissy fit, and assured the Overlord that Ollie was indeed a terrifying and fearsome name, and afterwards actually getting Ollie out of his bed without him howling like a burned wolf. Finally when all those things had been done they started showing Ollie around town. Much to their displeasure he reacted with arrogant snorts.
"What is this place?" He said, indicating towards the hooves and horns bar, "where are the torture pits?" He indicated towards the school, "where are the combat arenas?" He pointed towards the library, "where are the evil laboratories?"
"Geez, you sure are hard to please Ollie." Applejack wheezed. She, along with rainbow, were carrying Ollie on their backs thanks to a small medical raft that the hospital had been nice enough to let them borrow, if only to get the screaming monstrosity wearing black armor out of there.
Ollie scoffed, he still wasn't pleased with how they had butchered his title. But then again he thought, it might've been better than if they'd given him a pony name. Like E. Vile or something along those lines.
"Oh this is so exciting!" Pinkie was bouncing alongside the raft and was using every moment to tell the weary dark lord about the town. "I'm gonna have to throw a 'welcome Ollie who's actual name is the Overlord to ponyville party'!" She squealed, "It's been ages since I last threw one of those!"
that is going into the mental bucket known as: shit you shouldn't think about.
"Relax Pinkie," Rarity said, "I'm sure........ Ollie, will want to meet the rest of our friends." She turned with beaming eyes towards him. "Isn't that so?"
"No, not really." At least Rarity was acting as weirdly about his new name as he was. Made it feel like he at least had some relation in this all too bright and happy world.
"Splendid!" She squeaked, either ignoring........ Or ignoring, Ollie's statement.
Ollie groaned, "you people will never come to respect true evil."
"What does 'people' mean?" Twilight asked while raising an eyebrow.
Ollie sighed with dread. "Never mind!" He almost yelled. Making Fluttershy, who wasn't even the target for his hate and spite, duck underneath his raft and quiver. "Well, at least I can still have some fun." He said dryly, looking back up at the sky. Even though it was growing darker it was still too bright for him.
"Why don't we introduce him to the foals?" Applejack asked through clenched teeth, the sweat now gathering in beads and dripping down her-
This fic has been interrupted due to breaking the fimfiction mature content rules. As soon as the writer has been calmed down and has received enough cups of relaxing herbal tea it will continue.
EROTICISM! UNHAND ME AT ONCE! LET ME WRITE!
GET THE TRANQUILIZERS!
Ooh, sparkly colors..........zzzzzz
Christ all mighty this guy has problems
We apologize for the inconvenience, the writer is now sufficiently drugged up to continue writing in a normal fashion. Unfortunately, some text was lost during his mental breakdown, so the story picks up at a later point.
"...and this is Miss Cheerilee"
Ollie had finally gained enough physical stability so he could actually walk, a fact that both Applejack and Rainbow were quite thankful for as they massaged their tortured muscles
"Hey there Mr. Ollie." Miss Cheerilee said, wearing a smile that almost impossibly big. "It's so great to meet new........ Ponies" she looked up and down his entire body as he rested himself on the table
"I've been told so," Ollie sighed, looking around at the cowering foals, "but ive yet to experience the greatness that's been described to me."
"Well," she looked around awkwardly for anything to present the guest. Before her eyes locked onto her pupils whom were by now attempting to sneak out, except for snips and snails oddly enough. "Why don't I introduce you to my class?"
Ollie sighed, "it sounds absolutely horrendous miss Cheerilee." A single stern look from applejack made him turn around, "it sounds about as nice as getting three inch nails jammed up my nostrils." He turned back, orbs positioned so he looked smugly evil, the best kind of smug, "better?"
Cheerilee, whom has long ago decided to dismiss Ollie's crude words as some sort of mental disability were now persuading her students to get up from behind their tables. While most agreed at first others were still hiding, like Applebloom and her friends.
"What's wrong?" Cheerilee asked concerned.
"Ah don't like this Ollie one lil bit!" Applebloom whispered, while putting as much emotion behind her voice as she could.
"He's scary." Scootaloo nodded as she waved her hooves around in a perplexing pattern.
"And why is he wearing armor when there aren't any dangers around?" Sweetie belle asked. Her two peers nodding enthusiastically as if to emphasize her point.
"Oh shush you two, I'm sure Ollie is a good......... Pony, once you get to know him." Cheerilee said, smiling as wide as she could. The three fillies shot each other worried glances before nodding in unison. They crawled out from beneath the tables and sat at their chairs, still shooting glances at Ollie with suspicion.
"So, mr Ollie." Cheerilee chimed in, "wouldn't it be best to tell us what your jobs is?"
Ollie shrugged indifferently, "I'm a king." He said with the same excitement as a person pouring himself a bowl of cornflakes. "In another world."
"Well whaddya do as a king?" Applebloom asked, smacking her hoof against her table in a manner emulating a stereotypical 90's cop.
Once again Ollie just shrugged indifferently, "kill things, torture things, rape things, conquer things, punish things. Basically I do loads of evil things involving 'things,' next question."
While most of the eyes in the classroom had grown a few centimeters, hooves were still shoved into the air. And because one of them reminded him of his own brown imps, he chose a long-necked colt who's intelligence looked to be no higher than the boogers he was eating.
"What's your cutie mark?" Snails asked, his eyes going blank as soon as the words left his mouth.
Ollie looked to Cheerilee while pointing a finger at his butt. She nodded and he sighed wearily.
you showed your bare arse to a whole bunch of kindergarten children?
yup!
why would you possibly do that?
they asked me to, and it seemed logical at the time.
look, if I'm gonna help you then you need to throw off these petty excuses and work with me
sure, whatever
continue Ollie