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// Chapter 9:  Someone gets killt homeboy 
// Story: OC Battle! 
// by zekromthepokemon 
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        “Man, I’m so bored,” Celestia moaned, sliding herself across the stage using her back legs. Cadence looked at her with a combination of confusion and annoyance. 
“It seems fine to me,” Cadence replied.
“But it’s just become some slice of life story with unorthodox things,”
“Like the one on discovery family?” 
“Yeah, I’m thinking about quitting.” Celestia stopped scooting around. Cadence looked to nowhere in particular.
“Zekrom, will you please do something? I really don’t want to know what’ll happen to her if she tries to quit,” The room began to rumble and shake. A bunch of ponies with hockey masks and balloons tied to them jumped out of nowhere and ran about the stage. Arrows pointing up flashed about on the TV screen. 
“What the hell is happening?” Celestia asked. Cadence gasped. “What?”
“You just cussed . . .” Cadence whispered.
“I think he just raised the rating,” Celestia stated.
“Wait, does that mean we’re going to have a battle?” Cadence asked.
“Holy fu-”
“He only upped it to teen, so no f-bombs,” Cadence warned.
“That mother-”



“Tell me your crush, TwiPie!” Sugar demanded, stamping the ground.
“Nope! Don’t have one!” TwiPie answered confidently. TwiPie and Sugar were in Suga’s room doing mostly nothing.
“Now! I’m tired of you teasing me about my crush on him!”  Sugar demanded again.
“I really don’t have one, okay?” TwiPie replied. Sugar climbed on her bed and turned her back to TwiPie.
“Please don’t do this Sugar. I’m not lying,” TwiPie said.
“Can you just stop teasing me about it for a while . . .” she said just loud enough for TwiPie to hear.
“Ok, I will,” she promised.



Celestia was walking around the stage impatiently.
“When is the battle going to start? I’ve been waiting so long and he upped the rating! Why the fu . . . dge is there not a battle?!” She complained. A bolt of lightning struck the stage. Celestia coughed at the smoke, and when it cleared Umbreon stood there.
“Why are you here?” she asked annoyed.
“Simply to tell you that instead of having a no harm battle we’re having a death battle,” he said, pulling off his hood.
“Really? That’s actually some pretty cool news,” she replied.
“NO, IT’S NOT!” yelled an audience member. Celestia rolled her eyes.
“Anyway, it’s going to be between Scarlet Blur and Swift Sky,” he stated. 
“Thanks for the info,” she thanked. He didn’t reply as he disappeared with a lightning bolt again. Celestia then walked to the back of the stage and there was a new gigantic button. It was blue and it had bold red letters with yellow outlines spelling the word “BATTLE!” . She pressed it.

blue pillars of energy.
“Why didn’t they tell us before they beamed us here?”
“Same reason we haven’t been told we were coming to the hotel in the first place,” answered TwiPie. “Wait, where’s blue guy and that red dude?” TwiPie asked. The curtains then ascended and a huge tv was sitting on the stage. It cut on and images of Swift Sky and Scarlet Blur appeared with the word “VS.” between the two pictures, with flame effects at the bottom of the screen with burning and crackling sounds.
“I hope he doesn't get hurt,” Sugar said. TwiPie opened her mouth to say something, but didn’t. The lights in the auditorium then dimmed and in small flashes of light everyone got different concessions. TwiPie got cupcakes, Sugar got a soft pretzel, Bucketman got a glass of wine, and Dr. Terrible got a box of apple juice.



On the screen Swift Sky and Scarlet Blur stood opposite of each other in a circular stone arena about a quarter mile long and wide. Umbreon stood between them explaining things.
“The object of this is to kill your opponent. This might be hard, but if you don’t then you will both be wiped from existence. However, if you surrender one of three things can happen to you. Wiped from existence, be sent to a new place that won’t be named yet, or become a host. The host one barely ever happens though,” Umbreon then disappeared and a voice from nowhere yelled “BEGIN!”
“All right man, I don’t want to hurt you,” said Scar. Swift then closed his eyes and his saddlebag turned back to his blade, and it positioned itself in his mouth. Swift began to violently swing at him while walking toward Scarlet, with him backing away each time. Scarlet tried to fly up, but Swift dashed forward and nicked him as he took flight. Scar grunted as he felt blood come from the swipe. While it wasn’t that big it still hurt. A lot.
“I’m glad he can’t fl-” he started, then looked behind him. “He has wings too . . .” he said to himself. Then he got an idea. He inhaled slightly, still feeling the pain of the wound. He grew his wings to be twice their size and gave a big flap behind him. He then turned them back to normal, turned around, and saw his plan had worked. The gust of wind from his bigger wings had messed up Swift’s flying, and Swift was spinning and trying to reposition himself.  Scar took the opportunity, flew right toward him, and kicked him with the non-bleeding leg. Swift spiraled to the ground hitting, with a loud cracking sound. Scarlet then tried to elbow-drop onto his head, but Swift dodged and his elbow went right onto the pavement. He winced in pain when it connected and rubbed it to make it feel better. While he was rubbing it he didn’t notice that Swift was standing over him with the sword. A terrible sound of metal cutting through flesh and bone was heard as the blade came down. Scarlet now lay there, dead.
Umbreon then appeared in a strike of lightning. 
“Congratulations, Swift you survived - No - you dominated. and you did it without a-” Swift then opened his left wing to reveal it was bloody and misfigured.
“Oh, that’s what that cracking sound was when you hit the ground. You broke your wing. I can’t really help you there since wounds stay in death battles,” Umbreon then disappeared in some lightning and Swift was teleported back to the hotel within a pillar of light. 
                Swift reappeared on the stage and everyone began to stamp (Bucketman clapped) and applaud. “It’s a little sadistic that we’re clapping for a guy who just killed another guy,” Sugar said through the corner of her mouth to TwiPie.
        “Yeah, but he really didn’t have a choice, so we can’t exactly boo him. Besides, he might kill us all with that sword if we did.” She explained. Swift walked off the stage, acting as if he didn’t even see them, and then walked out. 
        “Hold on, doesn’t that mean that more of us are going to fight and possibly perish?” Dr. Terrible said aloud. Everyone tensed up at the possibility of dying. They all awkwardly began to make their way back to their rooms.



        Swift had bandages around his injured wing and was bleeding profusely.
        “I feel so ashamed,” he thought.
        “I know I have killed before, but this time just didn’t feel right. All I ever fought really where some monsters that ran rampant through towns. She wouldn’t be very proud of me, but I really need someone to talk to!’’ He was about to open his Book Ex Machina when he heard a knock on his door.
        “Hope it isn’t that kid,” he muttered. Swift opened the door and Sugar was standing there. 
        “Hi, uhhhh . . . I just wanted to see if your wing was okay since you kinda ummm . . . busted it up,” she said nervously. He turned slightly so she could see the bandages. 
        “Oh, you’re fine . . . that’s good,” she mumbled. He then closed the door and she sighed.
“Can’t blame a girl for trying’” she muttered as she walked back to her room.