//------------------------------// // Chapter 1: Fawful Contact // Story: I HAVE EQUESTRIA! // by Gregmanwit //------------------------------// Magic Window "Hey! Where did you fink-rats go? Fawful must show you his dark power! Oof! My leg! Where did you go agai- OW! My eye! Ow! Augh! Oof! Quit it, staches!" CRACK "Hey! Fawful cannot see anymore! Where are you? Tell me so I can-" Snack Basket "What is that? What is Fawful hearing? Why do I hear squishy noises? Fawful demands-" CRASH "OWOWOWOWOW! MY LEGS! I AM BUT A CORE NOW! FAWFUL HATES YOUR FINK-RAT FACES, EVEN THOUGH HE CANNOT SEE THEM RIGHT NO-" Falling Star "What is Fawful hearing now? Fawful demands you stop it and give him a chance to destroy your hopes of victory! Why does Fawful hear something falling?" ---------------------------------------- "The dark star... it's finally gone." Bowser nodded in agreement with his internal minion "Yeah, pretty tough dude, all around." Bowser gazed towards the sky. It seemed like it had taken years to finally put that Fawful figure in his place, but it was finally done. Now no one could stop him from taking over the Mushroom Kingdom! "And the princess?", he heard from his gut. "Is she alright?" Bowser turned abruptly to the mass that lay to his left. "Oh yeah! I forgot!", he stated. "Now I can kidnap her!" ---------------------------------------- Starlow frowned at Bowser's statement. "Oops, I said too much..." "Why... The failing..." What was left of Fawful came into view once more. By now, all he resembled was a smoking ball of thick, black sludge, dotted with two swirling glass eyes. That same ear-to-ear grin he always adorned on his face, missing some teeth, however. Starlow sighed. "What? You're still at it?" she said, exhaustion and annoyance obvious in her voice. "You...mustaches...with why...fury...whenever... Fawful...just wanted...some kingdom conquoring... Fawful tried... Fawful gave the 110 percents... Fawful worked the overtime... Fawful was the team player... Fawful put in the hours... Fawful got the hands dirty... but everytime... Always... The mustaches...arrive... Always in Fawful's way... Alwaysalwaysalways..." Starlow sighed once more. "Look, give up already. Seriously, get over it. You're done with evil." Even with the huge grin on his face, the bros could tell Fawful agreed. "I have remorse..." he murmured quietly. "Fawful understands... Fawful gives up now... Fawful will disappear with no troubles..." he agreed, sorrow obvious in his tone. "Sounds good." Starlow replied. "No more evil, OK?" Fawful nodded. ""Here Fawful goes... The disappearing... Forever disappearing..." Without warning, Fawful's smile grew several inches wider. The bros and Starlow glanced at each other in confusion before returning their gaze to Fawful. Suddenly, Fawful expanded nearly five times his initial size. "WITH YOU!" The last thing Fawful saw was the look on the trio's faces before his world exploded. ---------------------------------------- The usually busy town of Ponyville was empty this particular day. With the help of the new Gabby Gums reporter, or, reporters, everypony was too embarrassed to show their faces at all. It was no surprise that none of them noticed the black smoke landing near the edge of the forest. The smoke slowed to a complete stop on the lush grass, wilting it on contact. It lingered there for a few minutes, almost as if it was waiting for something. Suddenly, it scattered, leaving only a limp and unconscious Fawful to rest in the field. He stirred for a few seconds as birds and squirrels watched from nearby trees at the new arrival. Suddenly, he sprang to life and stood as tall as he could, given his rather small stature, and raised his hands to the sky. "I HAVE SURVIVAL!" He took the first breath he had taken since what had felt like years and examined his immediate surroundings. Ooh, he would make those mustaches pay for what thy did. For what they've always done. Something struck him as odd, however, as he scanned the foreign landscape around him. "Strange...Fawful does not remember this forest," he muttered to himself, scratching his nearly bald head. He noticed something else out of place as well. He could no longer feel the Dark Star's power within him. "Oh well, Fawful will find another evil power to harness. But for now, Fawful must find out where he is!"  He began trudging where his instincts brought him, trying to find any landmarks that could lead him to civilization. Then he noticed a rather out of place treehouse perched atop one of the largest trees he had seen since he had landed. What he also noticed were the voices from within. Three to be exact. His smile grew wider. Where there were voices, there were people. Where there were people, there was information. Where there was information, there was information on where the mustaches were so he could defeat them once more! His grin grew wider than ever as he leaped with impossible agility up the tree, completely disregarding the stairs. ---------------------------------------- "We've ruined ALL of our friendships and we STILL don't have our cutie marks!" a rather depressed Sweetie Belle said to her two companions. "This is the worst day ever," Applebloom agreed. The third occupant of the room stood. "Oh yeah? Wait 'till tomorrow! Our most embarrassing moments are going to be published for EVERYPONY to laugh at," Scootaloo replied, glancing at her fluttering wings at the thought. Ablebloom walked over to her friends with obvious hopelessness on her face. "So what do we do?" The trio sprawled on the floor with looks of sorrow adorning their faces. Sweetie Belle's gaze turned to the ground. "I don't know, but we're not leaving this clubhouse until we think of something!" She stared out the window. They had to find a way to set things right again. They made so many hurtful stories about everypony and there had to be a way to set things straight. Her thoughts were scattered, however, when she heard a knocking at the clubhouse door. The fillies sat up with their ears perked at the sound. Who would come to them now? After all they did? A few seconds of silence followed before Sweetie Belle spoke. "Hello? Who's there?" The one behind the door spoke, "May I come in? I'm lost." All three of them cocked an eyebrow in confusion. They had never heard a pony like this before. His voice was high pitched and seemed cheery. "Uh, ok," Sweetie Belle replied as she opened the door. They did not expect what would enter after that. All ponies froze and stared. The creature was, strange, to say the least. Only a bit taller than themselves. It stood on two legs and it's skin was green in appearance. It adorned a large red cape that nearly covered it's entire body. It was nearly bald besides the single hair atop it's head. It's face only contained thick, sky blue glasses that appeared to have a swirling design and a grin to match Pinkie's.  A long moment of silenced passed before Applebloom spoke. "Wh...who are you?" The creature examined her for a few seconds before replying, "Who am I? WHO AM I?" Suddenly, he struck a magnificent pose and held a miraculous bouquet of flowers that had appeared from nowhere. "I AM THE GREAT AND MIGHTY FAWFUL! MEANEST OF BEANS! STRONGEST OF FOES! DIPPER OF CHIPS! I COME IN QUESTION OF WHERE I MIGHT BE!" The three fillies were speechless. Simply staring at Fawful with dumb looks on their faces. Finally, Sweetie Belle spoke. "So...you're famous?" His grin appeared to widen as he turned to the unicorn. "Famous?" he replied. "I'm MORE than famous! Fawful is world known! Fawful can barley walk a mile without one saying, 'Is that the awesomest and coolest Fawful?' or, 'Boy! I wish I was Fawful!' I tell you little horses, it's hard being Fawful with so much appreciation!" He waited a moment for his words to soak in. "Now," he continued, "If you would be so kind as to tell Fawful where Peach's Castle is, it would make him very grateful." The CMC stared at each other in confusion, which made Fawful raise an eyebrow. "Uh, what's Peach's Castle?" they finally replied. "What do you mean? Surly you have heard of Princess Peach?" "No..." "What about Bowser?" "Nope..." "The Dark Star?" "Nuh uh..."  "MUSTACHE BROTHERS, EVEN?" "Don't ring a bell." Their guest eyed them suspiciously for a few seconds before he started pacing back and forth across the floor. "Hold on, Fawful thinks he knows what the problem is..." The three ponies simply stood there awkwardly as the stranger trudged about their treehouse. Suddenly, he turned to them once more.  "What is this kingdom's name?" "Equestria." "And who rules said Equestria?" "Princess Celestia and Princess Luna." "AH HA! FAWFUL HAS FOUND THE PROBLEM! HE IS NO LONGER IN THE MUSHROOM KINGDOM! FAWFUL IS GENIUS AS USUAL!" He turned to the window and stared at the setting sun longingly. "...And a new kingdom means..." He turned to the CMC. "A NEW KINGDOM TO CONQUER!" The three fillies gaped at his words. "WHAT?" they shouted collectively. Fawful's grin grew even wider. "And in Fawful wishes to conquer new kingdom..." He pulled out an odd device from his hip. It was like nothing the fillies had ever seen before. Some strange, dark device with a small star at the tip. He aimed it at the fillies. "FAWFUL MUST MAKE NEW MINIONS!" The last thing the fillies saw was a bright flash, then darkness.