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// Robocop and Optimus Prime 
// Story: X in Equestria 
// by RoseluckyCinor 
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	Robots Up In This
It was a bright and shining morning in Ponyville. Twilight woke up in a chipper mood. As she strode down the stairs, she could tell that Spike was making a Complete Equestrian Breakfast. Not many ponies took the tradition of eating very seriously, often just munching on cupcakes, candy, sweets, cider, gems for fiber, or flowers. Really ponies mostly ate whatever was around, the silly things. But Spike had learned from a young age Twilight’s breaking of the fast ceremony was not to be trifled with.
It started off with 3.5 liquid ounces of pure Saddle Arabian coffee poured through thin sheets of antique book paper. The book paper was because Spike had run out of filters years ago and had forgotten to put them on the grocery list fifteen-thousand six-hundred and twenty-seven times. The next was two lightly fried eggs with a celery puree seasoned to Spike’s preference, which happened to match Twilight’s, luckily for him. Along this were two pieces of toast and a slide of Mandolian Orange, which gave Twilight Crucial Vitamin C. 
Vitamin Crucial.
Twilight usually skipped the next ten courses, waving Spike away as he carried the plates to her, tears streaming as he was forced away.
The Ponyvillians were in full force today. The Game against Jordan had been delayed until they both could muster a full team. Twilight had been cutting corners in order to wait to see who’d show up. She knew that eventually many would, which would be great. She was hoping that a super-star would show up. Like Tom Brady, or Wayne Gretszky, names she could only imagine were pro basketball players.
She was awoken from her musing by a knock on the door. It was a simple rap, two short beats that made her ears perk up. 
“Who is it?” She asked, no answer. “Who is it?” she asked again, almost singing as the words travelled through the air. Still there was no answer. She pouted, a small strand of unicorn hair passing her eyes. “Who is it!” she bellowed like the oldest of things. The door opened. Beyond there was a tall human, silvery skin all over except for his handsome chin. He took a step in.
“Hello?” Twilight beckoned. The man smirked.
“Did you know you don’t have the proper NBA forms signed to put together a game of this size? It would be a shame if something… happened to it.” The man had a certain robotic way of talking, and he talked legally. She could put two and two together. Not only was he a robot, he was a cop. A Copbot. Twilight rolled her eyes like she does when she gets exasperated by what’s happening in front of her.
“Spike already filled out the paperwork for the game you… you Copbot.” She was happily ten steps ahead of the robot. The robot pulled up a briefcase and started to sort through the papers.
“Ma’am I’m going to have to ask you to remain calm,” he spoke, shuffling paper. A pair of reading glasses fell to the floor unnoticed. Twilight grew unnerved. “I’ve only got formed 1010-A and C, but B seems to have been lost, can you explain this?” Twilight’s eyes shot open.
“Clerical error!” She said and dove for the window. As the window burst from her luscious mane a bullet whipped past her.
“Stop Resisting” The copbot called after her, charging through her kitchen. Twilight rolled on the ground, her precious fur protecting her from the broken glass. Hopping onto her hooves she barreled down a side street, cutting ponies off left and right. If she could only make it to her lawyer, Saul Goodpony, she’d be fine. He had the legal knowledge to make anything bad thing disappear. Aside from her hoofbeats she could hear the bass of the cop’s heavy robot feet catching up to her. She whined a little, feeling as it there wasn’t any sort of fairness in this world. 
She passed a pair of Beats by Dr.Dre, and she stopped to admire the high audio quality that they gave. But while she was listening to the latest Daft Punk album the Copbot was right behind her. She turned and backed her tail against the building behind her. Was this the end of the line for poor Twilight? No.
The headphones launched themselves at the cop, cord strangling his steel neck. She heard a voice, “Twilight, run!” but because the events ahead of her were too shocking, she stayed still. The bot threw the headphones aside, only know realizing his mistake. As soon as the headphones were in the air they were gone! Instead, there was a twenty foot robot there, emblazoned with sick flame decals that added well 	over twenty horsepower to it.
One of the robots giant hands grabbed the cop by his ribs, pulling it to eye level. 
“Not in my town, Megatron,” it said in a booming voice. The copbot made to talk but was crushed. The big robot laughed. “Just another day for Optimus Prime.” Twilight has a sly idea.
“Optimus, right?” she asked. He nodded. “Do you… play basketball?” This elicited another laugh from the machine.
“I used to play a mean water boy back in Cybertron High. Or should I say oil. We are robots, we drink oil.” It was Twilight’s turn to nod, and she did. She was learning so many interesting and fascinating things about robots. He knelt down next to the pony. “I am the biggest and best robot in the universe.”
“I am a mary sue,” she said awkwardly, telling Prime the truth as far as she could. “I don’t really try that hard and I always succeed.”
“Do you want to help me fight Unicron?”
“That’s almost like a unicorn isn’t it?”
“Yes.”