Shattered Souls: Sunny Town

by Brony Parasite


Out Of The Woods

Blood Cleaver’s POV

Blood Cleaver was not having the best of times in the void. Pursuing Black was no easy task as he had left traps waiting for her in the infinite abyss. Even if slowed down she was making good time, but this one peculiar collection of ice magic was better to avoid completely. And so she did.

As Blood Cleaver flew around the big collection of probably more than lethal ice magic, she accidentally brushed a nearby universe. And as soon as she did she heard a plea, “Help…” came a squeak of a female voice “Please…”, Blood Cleaver immediately recognized the voice. Pinkie Pie!

Unable to ignore the call for help, Blood Cleaver dove right into the universe she was outside of, she had plenty of time to catch up to Black. A small detour would be nothing. After all, time didn’t really exist in the void.


3rd Person

        The two seemed safe at the moment, so Fourth Wall slowed down. She was getting tired.

        As she slowed however, she suddenly felt something ram into her, and Apple Bloom went flying off her back. One of the monsters had snuck up on them. Fourth Wall tried getting up, but another one came out of nowhere and pinned her down. It’s red eyed bore into hers, but Fourth looked away. She looked at Apple Bloom, and saw the one that rammed into her holding the small filly.

        It slammed its hoof into her right eye, and pulled. Apple Bloom screamed in pain. It continued to pull, until a ripping sound filled the air and Apple Bloom’s screaming turned into shrieking, and with one final tug, the eye was out, and blood poured out of the socket.

        A tear formed on Fourth Wall’s face, “Help…” She squeaked, “Please…”

        The monster on top of her prepared to bite her, but before it could it was suddenly hit by something from the side and it was sent flying.

        “Get your filthy hooves off of her!” Shouted the angry voice of… Pinkie Pie? Another hit could be heard from the monster attacking Applebloom, getting hit sky high by the new arrival. Fourth Wall’s hope returning, thinking her friend Pinkie Pie had come to their rescue.

        As she got up and saw her rescuer she saw that that wasn’t really the case. Standing there, crouched over Applebloom was a bipedal being, clothed in black, with black and pink mane, furrless skin and strange forelegs ending in small, short tentacles.

        “Oh, dear… What did they do?” The creature said. “Applebloom, can you hear me?” it asked with a voice almost completely identical to Pinkie Pie’s.

        Applebloom didn’t respon. She seemed to have passed out due to the pain. Fourth Wall cleared her throat quietly, scared stiff.

        “Don’t worry, I’ll get you fixed right up… I’ll just make sure you’ll sleep through it. Now this won’t hurt… for me.” The creature said as it put it’s weird foreleg on Appleblooms head and a light shone from the small tentacles for a short amount of time before going out. Next the creature made a few gestures and a glowing circle appeared above Applebloom. Fourth Wall noticing that the bleeding had stopped. Next the creature whispered something to itself and all the spilled blood in the area seemed to play back its recent actions in slowmotion. The blood slowly crept back towards the still filly and started filling the eye socket, making Applebloom squirm in her sleep.

        The blood started moving faster and change color, and seemingly doing something to the filly. Before Fourth Wall could ask the creature what it was doing she saw it, from the swirling mass of blood that filled the eye socket an eye started to emerge. Her words caught in her throat Fourth Wall kept silent.

        As soon as the eye started to form from the blood, the creature frowned, now came the most horrid part, to connect the nerves.

As the eye began to fill most of the socket Applebloom suddenly began to scream. The scream was louder than anything Fourth Wall had ever heard and forced her to put her hooves over her ears. As the screaming ended, Fourth Wall looked back towards Applebloom. The filly now seemed to be having a peaceful rest, no traces of blood upon her.

“Well, now that that’s over, I think introductions are in order.” The creature spoke as it turned towards Fourth Wall.

“Hello. My name is Blood Cleaver. May I know yours?” Blood Cleaver asked.

“I- I’m Fourth Wall… Thank you for saving us.” Fourth took a deep breath. She shuddered at the cold air, and checked her backpack for something and pulled a small blanket out. She draped it over the filly, and sighed.

“No problem. I’m always one for helping. May I ask what that was about? That was not a pleasant welcome committee.” Blood cleaver said, pulling out a cloak for Fourth Wall to use in the cold weather.

“Thank you…” She took it, and pulled it over herself. “Those were the residence of Sunny Town. A horrible town of murderers that kill anyone who enters, or has a cutie mark.” Fourth rubbed her wrists absentmindedly, and coughed. ‘All this rotten flesh is getting to me.’ She thought.

        “That’s horrible! How can the Princesses allow such a town to even exist?!” Blood Cleaver shouted in disbelief.

        Fourth Wall tilted her head, then it hit her, “They most likely don't know. I didn’t know until today. We are in the Everfree Forest, so she probably never even heard of it. But I was just born a couple day’s ago, so I don’t know...”

        “I see. But when you say born, don’t you mean transported? You’re a Displaced after all. Or don’t you remember?” Blood Cleaver asked, worry apparent on her face.

        Fourth tilted her head, “Displaced? I thought I was a clone. I did wonder why I had the knife when I came out… Is Displaced your race? I think I recognize your looks, but I don’t think I am one…”

        “No, my race is Human. It appears your memories really are cluttered, do you mind if I take a look? I might be able to restore them for you. And then I’ll explain the Displaced. Sounds good?” Blood Cleaver asked, as she looked at Fourth Wall with a smile.

        “I don’t know what you’ll find, but alright.” Fourth stepped closer. As she did, Blood Cleaver closed her eyes and put her foreleg on top of Fourth’s head. Memories suddenly started flooding through her mind at break neck speed, to fast to really experience any of them, but still enough to see pictures of different objects and colors. As soon as the surge began it stopped. Blood Cleaver taking her hand away from Fourth’s head.

        “Okay. I took a quick look, I’ll be able to give you some of your memories back, but not all of them. It seems they are bound with your mind in some way, I don’t want to risk them damaging anything so I’ll leave them be, but I’ll help you get all the safe ones back. What do you say?” Blood Cleaver asked Fourth Wall.

        “If I had a life before this, I want to see as much as I can. Yes.” Fourth rubbed her wrist, Blood Cleaver noticing the scars.

        “Dear Celestia, what happened to you? Did those monsters do this to you?” She asked with worry in her voice. Forgetting about her own offer as her hatred for those creatures grew.

        “N- no… I did them… I… have problems… It's nothing, I’m over them anyway…” Fourth hid her hooves in shame. She didn’t want Cleaver to know about her nightmares for fear of getting scolded like Nurse Redheart did.

        “Oh, I see. I’m not going to ask then, it is your own business, just… it concerns me, and probably your friends as well. But enough about that. Come over here and I’ll get to reawakening a few of your memories.” Blood Cleaver said and gestured for Fourth Wall to get a little bit closer.

        Fourth did as she was told, and got as close a she could. With no regard for awkwardness, she was right against the human’s legs. She looked up, awaiting what was next.

        “Don’t worry, I won’t see any of your memories. And it won’t hurt.” she said as she put her hand against Fourth Wall’s forehead and unleashed the memory block in her mind. Releasing a dam of memories.

        The one memory that was the most memorable and relevant was a large convention, with a lot of people. Fourth was in front of a booth, and held a leather copy of Dashie’s cutie mark, and the knife she had. Suddenly, she was in water, and couldn’t move, then she got out, and forgot.

        “I- I- I- I- … Displaced?” She asked, wanting to learn. The memories were funny and weird, plus, she remembered some friends and family… But not her real name. Something with an M… perhaps?

        “Ah, so you remembered something. Alright, let me try and explain the Displaced. The Displaced, also known as “dimensionally misplaced” are beings like you” she pointed At Fourth, “and me.” she pointed to herself “who have been placed in a world not their own, usually by having bought some form of trinket or item from a shady figure. My circumstances are somewhat different from the norm, but most Displaced were transported the same way. Most times the newly Displaced individual will gain powers or memories afflicted with the object they bought. It’s different for all Displaced, but some lose their own memories, like you. Others become a blend between themselves and the new individual and some are nearly unaffected. But all the Displaced have one thing in common, no matter how they became a Displaced. They all find themselves in Equestria. Not the same one of course, they are all spread out in the multiverse in their own versions. Does that explain the Displaced good enough?” Blood Cleaver asked as she ended her explanation.

        Fourth Wall nodded, “Wow! So there are others out there! I have two questions. One, how if yours different? And two, how did you get here?”

        “Two very excellent questions. For starters, I didn’t become a Displaced by buying anything, I was already living in Equestria. However, I was out one day in the Everfree and got caught in a fight between two Displaced, one fighting to protect our universe, the other one only wanted to destroy the planet and everyone on it. I got so mad that I got involved in the fight. Thanks to my magic I eventually defeated the Displaced, but I won by using some very powerful magic that killed him, and his powers were absorbed by me. And that’s how I achieved my Displaced status. The other Displaced became my teacher and close friend, she explained the Displaced to me and a few years later here I am.”

        “But how I got here is also an excellent question. Normally travel between worlds isn’t easy, or in some cases even impossible. But that is something that doesn't apply to the Displaced. As the Displaced are tainted with void particles from being Displaced, they have their essence already exposed. By creating something called a token, or a totem, whatever you prefer to call them, the Displaced can traverse the void and enter other worlds. The tokens appear in other universes by themselves, usually guided by the creators wishes. Whenever you come across a token, that means you’ll be able to call upon them. However, sometimes tokens don’t work properly and malfunktion, and instead of summoning a Displaced to your own world, you get dragged into theirs. Some even do it by choice.”

        “I myself however have chosen to travel directly through the void and happened to come across your universe as I heard your plea for help. I just simply couldn’t ignore and decided to help out. Did you get all that?” Blood Cleaver asked having ranted through her explanation, seemingly in one single breath.

        Fourth Wall didn’t reply for a second, then she nodded rapidly. She looked up at Blood Cleaver, “Thank you so much. Two more. Is your real name Blood Cleaver? And could I make a totem?”

        “Alright. My name is officially Blood Cleaver, it’s not my original name, but I had to change it because of circumstances. And yes, every Displaced can make their own totem. All they have to do is choose an object and pour some of their own energy into it, recite a short message for other Displaced to hear once they find the totem and then send it off into the void. The more afflicted the object is to yourself, the easier the creation of the token becomes.” Blood Cleaver explained.

        Fourth Wall remembered something she wanted to get rid of, and it seemed unique. She took her backpack off and searched through it, and found it. She pulled out a cyan piece of flesh with Rainbow Dash’s Cutie Mark on it.

        “It isn’t the real thing! I swear! I bought it and got sent here with it!” Fourth Wall defended.

        Blood Cleaver stared at the object for a moment before speaking her mind. “I believe you, but I don’t think it would be a good idea to have it as a totem. There are some less than friendly Displaced out there, and I think you would be instantly judged by such a totem. Maybe if we transform it into something else.” Blood Cleaver suggested after explaining why using a piece of flesh, skin and someone’s cutie mark would be a bad idea.

        “How about a bouncy ball? I like that. You?”

        “Yeah, that sounds better. Give it here, I’ll see what I can do.” Blood Cleaver said. Receiving the unpleasant trinket she shuddered but quickly composed herself again. Looking at the piece of flesh, it soon began to move, seemingly on it’s own accord and regained some of it’s color that it had lost from not being a part of something living any more. The edges of the piece soon came together and formed a perfect sphere. Transforming into rubber the cyan ball became less lifelike, but still wearing Rainbow Dash’s cutie mark. As soon as Blood Cleaver was done she handed it back to Fourth Wall.

        “Here, I made sure it wasn’t made of organic material anymore. Don’t want to scare any sensitive Displaced with it after all.” She said.

        Fourth Smiled. Her face scrunched up, “So now what? I’ve got what the totem will be, but how is it going to relay anything? Or summon me?”

        “That part actually works out completely by itself. It’s like reality wants you to create one. Just put some personal energy into it and speak a phrase. Said phrase should be absorbed into the totem for others to hear. It will also automatically bind to you and work as intended… most of the time. So don’t worry too much about it.”

        Fourth Wall nodded. She closed her eyes and scrunched her face even more. After a bit, it glowed purple, and Fourth Wall spoke.

        “Hello… My name is Fourth Wall. If you need help, I’ll come and LAY A SMACK DOWN- Sorry, I don’t know where that came from. I will help you, anyway I can… As… as long as you aren’t mean…”

        The ball stopped glowing, and Fourth Wall looked to Blood Cleaver, “How was that?”

“It was an honest message, and it relays the meaning well enough. So it’s fine. Don’t worry, I’ve heard some truly terrible ones in my days and your’s is all right. Now then, want me to help you send it off, or you want to try it yourself?” Blood Cleaver asked.

“I’d like to try. But I don’t know how to.”

“Just imagine stretching yourself out, past this world and think of what kind of Displaced you would like the totem to reach. And then let the totem go into the void, just simply let it go.”

Fourth Wall closed her eyes and focused on what Blood Cleaver said, and let go… Only to get hit in the face by the rubber totem. It did so three times before it jumped out of the sight, disappearing into the void.

Fourth held her snout, “I should have asked for a non-bouncing ball…”

Blood Cleaver giggled a little at Fourth Wall’s miss fortune. “Well, now that we got that situated, maybe we should get little Applebloom here back to Ponyville?” Blood Cleaver suggested, pointing at the sleeping filly as a small portal to the void opened up and dropped a small cyan colored bouncy ball with a cutie mark on it, right into Blood Cleavers hand. “Wow, seems I qualify for being your friend. Here, take my token as well.” Blood Cleaver said as she put the ball away and gave Fourth Wall her own token, a black knife with an red edge and handle, each side of the blade having a crimson rune.

“If you ever need my help, just hold this and call my name, and I’ll be over right away.”

Fourth Wall took the blade, thanking Blood Cleaver for it, “I needed something to defend myself while Dashie has my blade. Thank you again for saving me and Applebloom… Friend…” Fourth seemed to have difficulty saying that word. She thought it, but nobody ever said that they were friends. Even Pinkie Pie said something like, ‘I’m your auntie Pinkie!’ Or something, but saying friend was new. Even when she was a human.

Fourth picked up the yellow filly, “I’ll take care of her. I don’t think the monsters will get us.”

“Alright, want me to help you find your way towards Ponyville? I can fly up and take a look. Besides, you’ll have to explain to her family why her eye is now a gray color instead of her usual one. Maybe I should come with you to help out with that?” Blood Cleaver offered to help.

Fourth Wall froze, she didn’t even think of that. “Yeah. I don’t even know where they live. And I’d love the company.”

“Good, friends need to stay together anyways, don’t they?” Blood Cleaver asked as she smiled towards Fourth Wall. “I’ll be back in a minute. “ She said as she suddenly floated upwards and flew up to look out for Ponyville.

It was a relatively small distance to the town, and Cleaver could see at the opposite end a small cluster of buildings. Cleaver saw some movement close to their location.

It appeared to be a pony, one trying to get away from more of the monsters she had beat up as she came into this reality. Remembering what Fourth Wall said about them attacking ponies she decided she should help. She let go of her flight and jumped down between the rotten monsters and the escaping pony.

“Hey you, bone bags. Why don’t you chew on this?” She shouted as she charged a kii-blast and shot them all with just a single blast. Sending them blasting off through the air, spreading their body parts all over the town.

Turning around she took a look at the hurt mare. “Are you alright miss?” She asked her.

The mare nodded, “Th- Thank you…” Her figure was hunched over like Fluttershy, but seemed more ashamed then shy. “Do you know if a pink mare and a f- filly got out of the town?” Blood Cleaver noticed the injuries. A large bite on her neck, her left hind leg looked broken, several deep cuts and bruises over her body, and a large amount blood dripping down her head. She swayed, looked about ready to pass out.

“Yes. They are both safe. Let me help you, I can heal you with my magic.” Blood Cleaver said, as she used a simple spell to determine the mare’s condition and make sure whatever those monsters were wasn’t infectious. Cleansing viruses was not a pleasant thing.

Mitta got closer, but collapsed. She wasn’t out, but she wouldn’t be able to do anything. Then Blood Cleaver realized that Fourth Wall was vulnerable. Quickly healing the mare so that she wouldn’t die, Blood Cleaver started flying back towards where she let Fourth Wall and Applebloom. But not before giving the mare instructions to follow her.

As she landed by Fourth wall she recalled where she’d seen Ponyville in the distance. “We’re actually not to far away from Ponyville. I also saw a mare, she seemed to know you.” Blood Cleaver said.

“Mitta!? Is she okay!?” Fourth asked quietly, not wanting to wake the little one.

“Yes, she’s alright, she was a little banged up but I healed her somewhat with my magic. So she should be alright.”

“Okay… Then let us get out of this god forsaken forest…” Fourth Wall trotted towards the direction Cleaver had indicated. She smiled, and hummed winter wrap up. She started getting louder and louder, until she was whispering, “Winter wrap up, winter wrap up! Let’s finish our holiday cheer!” She stopped and blushed, “Sorry. Dashie taught me that song… Fun tune!”

“Yeah, I remember singing that one… Want to hear another good one? Let’s see… What would be a good one…” Blood Cleaver thought out loud before she smiled and began singing another song, replacing a few words to better suit the fact that she was the one singing it and not the original singer. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQKaAlMNvm8

Fourth Wall started singing along too. She was the background voices, and did some funny things like pull an eye patch out of a tree(Pinkie put it there…), and when Mitta reached them, Fourth Wall tried getting her to sing too… To which she kindly denied.

        “Gosh I love music!” Yelled Fourth Wall. Her smile was as big as Pinkie’s, with her mane and color matching.

        “I’m glad you like it. Music is a big part of Equestria after all. No matter where you go, you will most definitely end up singing together with other ponies along the way. It really is something to calm the nerves and bring everyone together.” Blood Cleaver commented. “Sorry, I don’t think we properly introduced ourselves. I am Blood Cleaver, may I ask your name Miss…” Blood Cleaver asked Mitta.

        “Mitta. Nice to meet you too.” Mitta gave a small smile.

        “So, you’re coming with us to Ponyville Mitta? Or are you going someplace else, like Canterlot or Manehattan?” Blood Cleaver asked, curious about the mares intentions.

        “I think I’ll stay with Fourth Wall and Applebloom. I don’t think Sunny Town is done with us yet.”

        Fourth Wall groaned, “I knew it wasn’t going to be that easy!”

        “They won't attack tonight or tomorrow. They need to pull themselves together, then they’ll retaliate. But we’ll think of a plan.”

        “Ah, so those blasts give you about two days worth of peace… How long would it take them to recover if I simply blew up the entire little town of theirs?” Blood Cleaver asked, charging a small kii-ball in her hand to demonstrate.

        “It would do little than singe the town. The whole place is cursed.” Mitta said, “I wish it was as simple as that.”

        “Don’t worry Blood. We’ll be okay! I’ve got a weapon, and we have time to get those… Elements of Harmony!” Fourth Wall assured.

        “Oh, you have knowledge of the elements. Was it a part of the memories you got back? I’m glad you’re remembering stuff. And using the elements does sound like a good idea. Just be careful, curses aren’t something to take too lightly.” Blood Cleaver said as they neared the outskirts of the Everfree forest, Ponyville clearly visible not to far off.

        “Sort of, Pinkie told me her, Dashie, and four others have magical macguffins that ward off evil, but I do think I remember them before then. My memories are kind of foggy, so I’ll need to sort through them to understand all of it.” Fourth said, stepped out of the Forest. Mitta, having no idea what they were talking about, took Applebloom and trotted to the side.

        “Yeah, it’ll take some time. But your memories will eventually align properly. As long as no on one tries to forcefully rearrange them that is. But if someone does, you’d know instantly.” Blood Cleaver said as she continued towards a dirt road not to far off.

        The three arrived at the farm, “I’ll be over there. Be careful.” Mitta said, giving the filly to Fourth again.

        Fourth Wall nodded, and knocked. There was a rustle, and a, “I’ll be there ‘n a minute!” Coming from what Fourth guessed was Applejack.

        Fourth looked at Cleaver, then the door, then she looked at Cleaver again with wide eyes. “Human! No. Can’t let- no!” Fourth freaked. She might have reacted positively, but Applejack was like Rainbow: Stubborn. “Hide!”

        A bit surprised but still obediente Blood Cleaver did just that. With a quick flash of magic she was nowhere to be seen. In her stead stood a pony, looking much like Fourth Wall, but instead of a pink mane, hers was black and flat by default, and her cutie mark was the same rune that was on the knife that was her token.

        Fourth Wall sighed, and just then, a messy maned Applejack stood in the doorway, “Pinkie! What in tarnation are ya doin ‘ere!? Applebloom’s missin, an-” She was cut off when she saw said filly on the pink mares back. “Where was she!?”

        “In the Everfree Forest! I checked there and found this mare-” Fourth gestured to Blood Cleaver, “-who helped me. Something was wrong with AB’s eye, and Cleaver-” Once again, she gestured to Cleaver, “- Fixed it! It’ll look funny for a bit, but it’ll be fine!” Fourth Wall took a gulp of air.

Blood Cleaver nodded. “It was in extremely bad shape, it is fine now, but it’ll be sensitive for some time and her iris will be gray until it’s color matures and returns. I’m not sure how long it will take, but it will at most take a year for it to return to normal. I also removed her memories of whatever did it to her. The pain is too much for a filly her age to bear. You will have to come up with something to explain her eye, or if you wish, tell her the truth.” Blood Cleaver explained calmly.

Applejack seemed shocked. But suddenly hugged Cleaver. Fourth Wall seemed a bit confused about the sudden affection from the mare.

Applejack ended the hug, “Thank ya so much. I don’t know what I’d do if Applebloom was hurt that badly and…” AJ didn’t finish.

Fourth Wall patted her back, and said, “She’ll be fine! Here, take this eyepatch!” Fourth Wall pulled the eyepatch she grabbed during the song and handed it over to AJ. The farmer was about to ask, but decided against it. She wished the two a good night and took Applebloom inside.

“I’ll check on her tomorrow. Will she remember things before the… eye thing?” Fourth asked as the two got farther away from the farm.

“Yes, she’ll remember most of the things. But she won’t be able to remember the pain or exactly what happened. She might remember being attacked, but it will most likely be blurry for her.” Blood Cleaver explained.

“So, do you have any place to stay? I will have to leave soon and I would like to leave you in capable hooves before I depart.” Blood Cleaver said.

Fourth shrugged, “I’ll figure something out. Mitta and I can find a temporary place… Maybe a box…”

Mitta sighed, “No money, nopony knows we exist, and a bunch of psychotic zombies want to kill us… Swell…”

“I know! Isn’t it exciting!?” Fourth squealed, only to realize what she had just said “Where did THAT come from?”

Blood Cleaver just chuckled. “That would be your inner Pinkie. You’re not completely who you used to be, you have some of the traits associated with Pinkie Pie blending together with your own. Also, here,” Blood Cleaver said as she took out a small bag. “This should be enough bits for a while. So food and house room shouldn’t be a problem, that is if they have hotels in this Ponyville…” Blood Cleaver said.

Fourth Wall smiled, “Maybe that was the person I was. I’d hate to be someone I’m not, though I guess that’s too late. And thank you SO much! We’ll see if they do!”

Mitta took the bits with her mouth.

Fourth pulled out something from her backpack. It looked like a Pistol, “Here, I don’t need this. No fingers! Heh… I think my old self bought a BUNCH of things from Comic-Con before I went somewhere else and I got sent here!” Fourth tried tossing it, but it failed. By hitting Mitta in the head.

The pistol looked like it would fit in a Steampunk convention.

Blood Cleaver picked up the gun and inspected it. “Well… While I don’t really find any use in a gun, I do tend to find myself in the most ridiculous of situations. I guess it could still come in handy.” She said as she pocketed the gun somewhere. Even though she was wearing neither a backpack nor saddlebags.

“I guess this is goodbye for now then. See ya. I would stay longer, but I have a corrupted Displaced to catch. May the Elements work out for you!” She said as she started to trotted away, disappearing over a nearby hill.

“Well… I hope she’ll be okay…” Mitta said. She turned to Fourth Wall, seeing her flat mane’d and teary eyed.

“I didn’t get to say goodbye…”

Mitta sighed, “Are you always going to have mood swings?”

“YES! The memories are giving me a headache! I can’t think straight and I feel needy and sappy!” Fourth Wall began crying as Mitta threw Wall on to her back and looked for a hotel. A couple ponies that stayed up that late saw the sobbing mare, but didn’t give it much thought other than, “Just Pinkie being Pinkie…” Nopony noticing the small note hanging off her backpack.

I’m not any good with goodbyes, so let’s settle for a “see you later”. - Blood Cleaver.