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// Chapter 11 
// Story: Resistance: Equestria 
// by Evowizard25 
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Bullseye paced back and forth back the fractured desk. By now, he had made a rut in the ground, with his constant hoof stomps, which was up to his shoulders. He was snorting and growling in anger, unable to stop himself from muttering Chimerean curses under his breath.  ‘Why haven’t they found my Bullseye Mark II yet? How hard can it be to find it?’ 
The town’s supreme commander stood a few feet away, just looking at him. “How long are you going to keep that up?”
“Until I get my Bullseye back.” He growled in response. “And get revenge on that grey flying creature.”
“But Mr. Bullseye,” The creature, he knew as Mayor Mare, said. He didn’t know why she kept calling him that. That wasn’t his title. “Ditzy didn’t mean to cause you any harm. She’s just…accident prone.”
“I do not care if she is ‘accident prone’,” He declared. “I will have vengeance.”
“Don’t you think you’re overreacting?” 
“Overreacting?” Bullseye stopped in his tracks and glared at her. “Overreacting?” He climbed out of his self-made rut and walked over to her. “I am not overreacting.”
“Yes you are.” She said, standing her ground. “You’re obsessed over that silly gun of yours.”
“My gun is not silly.” Bullseye snorted. He moved his snout rather close to hers, so he could look her straight in the eyes. “You know what is silly. This whole world is silly. It’s too chaotic and disorderly.”
“Well, I assure you,” Mayor Mare said back to him, with an equal gaze. “I run my town as orderly as possible.”
Bullseye laughed. “What do you know about order?” He asked her, though he already knew the answer. “TO hear the song play in your ears, telling you how exactly to do your job, day in and day out. Never questioning why and doing your job to the best of your abilities and then some. Have you ever fired a weapon without any prior training, because you already knew how to fire it? Have you ever slaughtered an entire populace and shown no remorse because that was what you were made for?” The Mayor’s mouth opened but she didn’t say anything. ‘That’s exactly how I like these ponies. Silent.’ He smiled. “That’s what I thought.”
“That’s barbaric.” She finally spoke up. “How could you do such things?”
“Because that’s why I was created.” Bullseye said as though it was an unquestionable fact. “That’s why we were all made to do. Destroy and conquer. That’s the Chimera way.”
“Well then, maybe your race should take a few tips from our race.” Mayor Mare said. “Love and toleration. That’s our motto.”
“I have no idea what love is, but I certainly won’t tolerate it in my army.” He instantly remembered the two flying chimera that had stood up to him a few hours ago. He had already made a mental note to execute them tomorrow, but it still infuriated him why they turned on him. ‘Friendship? How could they throw their lives away for such a thing? How could any Chimera do that? What use are friends?’ Another part of him worried that his other troops would soon get infected by the plague called friendship. ‘The sooner those humans build the device and send us home, the better….By the way, where are those humans?’ He hit his head with a hoof. “By the song, how could I forget?”
“Forget what?” Mayor Mare asked. “Your sense of morality.”
“I do not know what morality is, but it sounds degrading.” Bullseye scoffed. “What I meant is, that I need to find the humans.” He walked past her. “How could I just let them walk off like that? What was I thinking?”
“Maybe you were too busy licking me that you forget all about those ponies you were looking after.”
“Nonsense.” Bullseye said. “Though your taste was rather exhilarating and definitely the most satisfying I taste that has ever graced my lips, that did not distract me.” He didn’t see the Mayor behind him blush at his comment. “What did distract me was that annoying pink pony. Hopefully, my lessers will keep her locked away.”
“Yes, about that.” Mare came up beside him as they walked through the corridors. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the ponies you have locked up in Sugar Cube Corner.”
“What about them?”
“When are you going to let them out?”
Bullseye stopped and didn’t move for a moment, before he burst out laughing. “Good one. Let them free. Classic.”
“I wasn’t joking.” Mayor Mare glared at him.
“Well, then I must disappoint you Mayor Mare.” The Chimera unicorn said her name, which still felt weird to him. He wasn’t used to calling anyone by a title such as that. “For they will be executed tomorrow for standing in my way.”
“Standing in your way?” Mayor Mare walked in front of him and stopped. He couldn’t help but stare into the dark blue eyes of the delicious mare in front of him. Never before had he seen such fire and passion in someone other than himself. A small part of him actually liked her standing up to him, but he knew that he had to put her in her place. “That gives you no right to murder somepony.”
“Murder?” Bullseye cocked his head.
“Yes, murder. You know, when you kill somepony in cold blood.”
“I have never done such. I have always killed with pure intent.” He walked past her. 
“Pure intent?” She gave a short laugh. “Don’t make me laugh.”
“Why would I want to?” He asked.
Before either of them could say another word, a small closet door burst open. Out spilled two ponies; one of the humans and the flying pawn that he had ordered to watch over him. They were tangled up with each other. His pawn looked up at him. “Commander, I’m sorry. The room was too small.”
“At least you kept the human in your sights.” Bullseye commented. It pleased him to know that he still had one human in his possession. Now, he just had to get the other two…and scold himself harshly afterwards.
“Yes, she certainly did.” The horned human said, getting to his hooves. “Though, next time, could I get a bigger room?”
“You’ll get what we give you.” Bullseye told Gregory. He counted himself lucky he wasn’t dealing with the older human, John.  At least with Gregory, he could keep his temper in check. 
“Right,” Gregory laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head with his hoof. 
Just then, one of the flyers he had sent out earlier ran up to him. He smiled. “Finally, some good news.”
The flyer gulped. “Good news?”
“Yes, tell me you have my Bullseye and the grey flyer.” Bullseye closed his eyes, preparing to savor the upcoming feeling. “I want to hear those words.”
“Well,” The flyer grew silent, gently rubbing one of his forehooves on the ground. “We don’t exactly have either.”
Bullseye frowned. A spark of fury started up within him. “What?” He opened his eyes.
“We found the grey flyer, but she…she…”
“She what?” Bullseye growled. “Spit it out.”
“She was with a Time Lord?” The flyer blurted out.
“Time Lord?” He cocked his head up, thinking over the words. ‘Where have I heard that before?’ 
The flyer nodded. “The Time Lords, sir. He even had the ‘Mark’.”
Bullseye’s attention went immediately to the flyer, who cringed under his glare. “You let him get away.” He growled deeply, bearing his teeth. He remembered now. He remembered the unspeakable horrors they committed, yet he also didn’t. All he knew was that they had to kill. It was pure instinct. “You let that murderous creature escape.”
“I…I…” The Flyer couldn’t help but stutter, as his whole body shook in fear. 
‘As he should be.’ Bullseye thought. He reveled in the fear his pawn was in. It was like old times, but he couldn’t enjoy it. Not with that Time Lord loose. He lowered his horn. “You let him run away in his Tardis.” Another foreign word he didn’t know. He couldn’t help but speak it. The word just came to him, as did this unspeakable headache. 
“We tried…”
“SHUT UP!” Bullseye shouted. “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear another word.” His horn startled pulsing. A great surge of power sparked its way through his body. It seemed to sap him of his strength.
All the while, a grey aura went around the scout and picked him up into the air. The surrounding place started to shake and things fell off the walls. “Stop this.” Mare screamed. “Stop this at once. You’re going to hurt somepony.”
The Chimera leader didn’t listen. He was angry. Too angry. He was stuck in a body he had no wish to be in, his beloved gun was lost, and his subordinates weren’t listening to him. He didn’t even have the song to calm him. ‘I HATE THIS WORLD!’ 
The scout’s wings unfurled, only to snap backwards in unnatural angles. The Chimera flyer screamed out in pain. Mayor Mare gasped at this show of brutality and grabbed onto him. “You’ve got to stop this.”
He wanted to ignore her. He wanted to kill this failure and let off some pent up anger. But his body was getting to weak. Instead, he threw the chimera pegasi to the wall. Bullseye fell to his side. His vision filled up with darkness. 
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“PASTA!” Pinkie screamed from the kitchen. “I need more PASTA!” The two sniper duo came rushing up to her, carrying hoof-fulls of pasta. They placed it on the counter. She smiled at them. “Thank you.” 
“Why are you making pasta?” Twilight asked, rather confused. “This is a bakery.”
“Well, duh.” Surprise said, who was standing next to her. “Of course it is, but we don’t just make sweets here.”
“She’s right.” Pinkie called over to her. “We make all sorts of things.”
“I mean, how could we know what those big meanies like.” Surprise scrunched up her face, recalling the ponies from earlier. “Beside, little Italy loves pasta.”
“Italy?” Twilight quirked an eyebrow. 
“Yeah,” Surprise nodded. “Italy’s my little brother. He’s the cutest little colt you’ll ever see.”
“And that’s saying something, since that colt, Rumble, was so cute, that I couldn’t stop hugging him.” Pinkie Pie trotted out from the kitchen. “His parents had to pry him from my hooves.”
“By Celestia’s mane, he sounds adorable.” Surprise squealed. “I’m super-duper sure that Italy and he could be the bestest of friends.”
“You know what this calls for.” Pinkie Pie smiled brightly.
Both of them hopped into the air and suspended on nothing. “A play date.” Out of nowhere, little explosions of light popped up behind them. When they fell back down, Twilight spent her time looking around the room for the source of the explosions. 
“We could invite the CMC too.” Pinkie said.
“Yeah, that’s a great idea.” Surprise nodded. “And we can bring along all sorts of sweets and play games, like hide and go seek.”
“BRILLIANT!” Pinkie exclaimed.
Suddenly, the doors burst wide open, as Applejack and Rainbow Dash barged in. “Where are those no good varmints?”
Rainbow Dash raised a hoof and pointed to the twins, who were just coming out of the kitchen. Their mouths were full of candy. “Those are the guys.”
They waved at them, smiling candy filled with their wide, puppy dog eyes. “Shoot, they don’t look threatin’ at all.” Applejack looked up at her hovering friend. “Why I wouldn’t find them frightenin’ if they were dressed up like those night cultists, wielding axes, and declaring that Nightmare Moon was going to condemn my soul for all eternity.”
“Wow!” Rainbow Dash said, clearly impressed by the description. “But I could totally take, like, ten of those chumps.”
“Fifteen.” Applejack smirked.
“Twenty.” Rainbow Dash landed next to her, so she could have full eye contact. 
“Thirty.”
“Forty.” 
“Eighty-Five.” Surprise popped up beside Applejack.
“100.” Pinkie said, from Dash’s side.
“9001.” The twins stated.
“Pfft,” Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. “There’s no way you guys could take on that many.”
“We could if we had our Deadeyes.” The first one said.
“And could use them.” He hung his head in sadness. The other did too, as they sighed.
“Oh, don’t be sad.” Pinkie frowned.
“Yeah,” Surprise grabbed one of the pegasi and forced their frown into a smile. “Turn that frown, upside down.” She let go, but he returned to his normal frowny face. 
“I know how we can cheer you two.” Pinkie said.
“How?” The twins cocked their heads to the side.
Pinkie and Surprise pulled out a large cake from…(Please don’t ask where. It hurts my head thinking about how many laws of the universe they break.) and presents it to them. The twin’s mouths fall open as they viewed it. “SURPRISE!” 
“That’s it.” Twilight asked. “That’s all you need to make them feel better.”
“Eyup.” Pinkie said, doing her best Big Mac impression. She giggled.
Twilight sighed and giggled as well. Pinkie was just being herself. And Surprise…she and the twins were chowing down on the massive cake before them. 
Meanwhile, Pokey Pierce had just finished making several pots of pasta, potatoes and all sorts of other foods. ‘How in Equestria did Pinkie get all this stuff…or get a kitchen this big.’ He noted to himself, looking around the impossibly big kitchen, which in all rights, shouldn’t even fit in the building. He shrugged it off. ‘Pinkie logic.’ He told himself, chuckling. He loved her for it, though he hadn’t exactly told her that. ‘Yet.’ 
He decided to walk out of the kitchen and into the first room, to find four ponies, Pinkie included, sitting around with extended bellies and covered in cake. “Pinkie. Did you eat my ‘Scrumditilyumpchious’ Cake?”
The four pony culprits sprung to their hooves. Their stomachs returned to normal, as though they hadn’t eaten a thing. “No.” Pinkie’s eyes shifted about, as her face scrunched up. Pokey Pierce just stared at her a moment, with an ‘I don’t believe you’ look on his face. Finally, Pinkie threw herself at his hooves and started crying rivers of tears. “I’m sorry. It was just too good and then the Deadeye brothers were all sad and…”
“Pinkie, stop crying.”
Pinkie immediately jumped to attention and smiled. “Okee dokee lokee.”
Pokey rolled his eyes. “Now, I’m not mad with you, Pinkie, but really, couldn’t you have asked first.”
Pinkie blushed in embarrassment. “Yeah, I should have. Sorry.”
“I forgive you.” He nuzzled her nose, making her blush more. “But now I have to go and make another one and Celestia knows that it takes a long time to make.”
“I can help.” Surprise said, picking up a box from behind the counter. “I brought a few things with me.” She opened the box.
Just then, a light blue ghost pony with a dark mane popped out. His cutie mark was a box. “I AM THE BOX GHOST. BEWARE!” Twilight and Pokey both screamed.
“Not now, Boxy.” Surprise said, in a scolding tone. “I was trying to get some cake mix.”
“Oh, sorry.” The ghost smiled apologetically.
“Th-that’s a g-g-host.” Twilight stuttered, as she shook in absolute fear.
“Yup.” Surprise smiled. “He’s an old friend of mine.”
“I am not old.” He screamed. “I am the Box Ghost. I am timeless.”
“Wow.” One of the Deadeye brothers flew up to him. “How are you flying?”
The other flew up as well. “Yeah, we have wings. You have….” He tried to touch him, but instead, his hoof went straight through him. 
The twins smiled. “You have to teach us that.”
“Imagine,” One of them said. “Bullets going right through us…”
“As we shred every single human to pieces.” The other finished. 
They both started to laugh evilly. The Box Ghost pitched in as well. “What are we laughing about?” He asked, breaking the evil mantra.
“Guys.” Twilight said. “He can’t teach you how to be a ghost. You’d have to be dead for that to happen.”
The twins landed. “Well, I guess we can’t try it, huh.” One of them said. 
“No you can’t.” Twilight told them.
“Party pooper.” Pinkie frowned.
Twilight groaned and rubbed her temples. 
Applejack just chuckled. "Well, since this was all a false alarm, I'll think I'll be headin' home."
"Oh, but you can't leave today." Pinkie said, getting in her face.
"Yeah," Surprise said, from beside her. "A big storm's about to start."
"Well, I think I can make it." Applejack said.
Pinkie shakes her head. "Nu-uh. It's almost time."
The two cousins suddenly take out a clock, three times their size, from behind them. Surprise points to it. "See."
Before Applejack could respond, rain started to pour down from the sky. "We told you." Pinkie smiled. 
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John looked back at the town. He could see Chimera ponies running here and there, all across the streets and such. He scowled. ‘They think they can just take what’s not theirs. To crush, kill, destroy at leisure. Well, I’ll show them.  I’ll show them that humanity still has some fight left in them. You won’t have this world, nor will you have Earth. I swear on…on…Lilly’s soul.’ He looked back at the doll on his shoulder. The little doll that held so many memories, good and bad alike. He closed his eyes and a single tear fell down his cheek. 
A little voice in his head reminded him that he had to get going. He was lucky that the Chimera just let him go like that, but he didn’t want to use up said luck. He opened them back up and looked into the forest ahead. He needed to be brave. For them, for humanity, for…her. He took a step forward.
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The forest was getting dark. Darker than usual, thanks to the storm clouds up above. ‘Why’d those pegasi decide to make it storm tonight?’ Big Macintosh thought, as he made his way through the trees. He was heaving a large cart filled with brew supplies behind him, but it didn’t faze him any. He’d hauled more before. He just was irritated that he’d have to walk back home, in the middle of storm.
It wasn’t long before he finally saw Zecora’s hut. He sighed in relief. ‘Finally.’ He unhooked the cart from his harness and walked up to the hut, but stopped when he heard something.
“I’ll tear you apart.” Something inside screamed.
Big Mac could tell the stallion inside meant what he said, so he quickly barged through the door. “Don’t you lay a hoof on…?” He stopped talking the moment he took everything in. Zecora was standing in front of three tied up stallions, two unicorns and an Earth pony. All three were grey with black manes. The Earth pony was snarling and struggling against his ropes, while the others sat in silence. “Uh, miss Zecora. What the hay is goin’ on?”
Zecora looked over to him and smiled. “Hello, Big Mac, it’s nice to see another pony,” She turned back to the stallions. “And not just some stallions who are obviously phonies.”
“Phonies?” Big Mac walked up beside her and glanced at the stallions. He then looked around the hut. It was trashed. Immediately he looked to the zebra next to him. “Are you okay? Did they hurt ya any?” He cast the stallions a glare. Nopony hurts a mare on his watch, especially other stallions. ‘That aint right.’ 
Zecora put a hoof to his shoulder. “No Big Macintosh, I am alright. It’s just these ponies gave me quite the fright.”
Big Mac sighed in relief. “Well, as long as ya aint hurt.” He still wanted to thrash those good for nothing stallions for scaring her and causing all this damage. Not to mention the fact that he knew that Zecora was holding back what really happened, lest he crack their skulls in. ‘Tempting, but nah. I wouldn’t do that. I’d just send ‘em to the hospital for a couple of months. That’s all.’ “Now, who are these fellas?”
“I don’t know,” Zecora glanced them over. “But hopefully, their true identities they will show.”
One of the unicorns started laughing. “What’s so funny?” Big Macintosh asked.
“Fools, the lot of you.” The grey unicorn said, with a sneer. “You have no idea what we are capable of.”
“That’s true.” Big Mac fiddled with the straw in his mouth. “But that’s why we’re ‘ere. To find out why you broke into Miss Zecora’s hut and assaulted her.”
“Because we were hungry.” The unicorn answered.
“Hungry? Then, why didn’t ya just ask her for some food.”
“I’m afraid that’s no easy feat.” Zecora said. “For they would rather eat meat.”
Big Mac’s jaw dropped. “Well, that’s just crazy. They’re ponies.”
“We are Chimera.” The unicorn spoke up. “And you are our prey.”
“Eat. Must eat.” The Earth pony snarled, straining against his ropes.
“Don’t get too close to them, Miss Zecora.” Big Mac said, putting a hoof in front of her.
“It warms my heart that you act so.” Zecora smiled warmly at him. “But do not warn me of this foe. For I know what they have wrought. And ponies, they are most certainly not.”
“This is nothing compared to what’s coming.” The unicorn chuckled.
“What’s coming?” Big Macintosh inquired.
“Our Angel is here with us.” The unicorn smirked. “And he’s going to right this world.”
“This world don’t need no rightin’.” Big Mac glared at them. “It’s fine the way it is.” The unicorn didn’t say anything. Instead he just laughed. Laughed to his hearts content. "If you don't mind, I think I'll stay here the night. I wouldn't sleep well if I knew these bunch of varmints were in your care."
"Dearest stallion, you certainly have a noble soul." Zecora nuzzled in his neck, making him blush. She giggled. "And are as bashful as a foal."
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