The Cosmic King

by Theyellowninja13

Chapter 48 - Fixing his Mistake

"My name is Starlight Glimmer. Nice to meet you."

My eyes widened at that name. 'That name's like Twilight Sparkle or Sunset Shimmer. I wonder if she's important to some plot point later in the show? Darn it! Why did I have to die months before season 5 came out!' Quickly adopting a look of calmness, I responded. "Nice to meet you too, my name's Connor."

Starlight gasped, taking a step back. "You're the Cosmic King! Defender of Equestria!"

I nodded. "More like defender of the universe, but yes, I do help defend Equestria."

"But I thought you died. Practically everypony saw your defeat at the hands of the red-haired bad pony, and the giant metal golem. Even we saw it! And we live in the middle of nowhere!" She threw up her hooves.

'How did I survive?' I closed my eyes, and thought back to when I was flung out of the castle.

"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!" I yelled, as I flung through the air, seeing the mountain in the distance approach rapidly. 'Darn it! How do I do this without my powers! And I don't have my arm! Or my.... leg...' I ripped my left pants leg off, and exposed my metal leg. 'YES! Now all I have to do is time this correctly.' I looked at the incoming mountain, and got into position. I pointed my metal leg straight at it, as if I was going to kick it.

Right before I collided with it, a huge blast shot out of the bottom of my metal foot, destroying the top of the mountain, and causing it to fall onto the Everfree Forest, but more importantly, the blast removed most of my inertia, allowing me to land on one of the huge pieces of falling rock. Reacting quickly, I ran across the rock, jumped from rock to rock, trying to get lower. A jolt of pain surged across my body, causing me to mess up for one millisecond, and I collided with a falling rock, sending me flying into a few trees near the edge of the mountain. I collapsed, unable to bear the pain anymore.

I chuckled, not wanting the pony to worry. "I'm a hard guy to kill." I tried to push myself up, only for Starlight to push me back down.

"Whoa! You can't stand yet! You've gotta heal! You were hurt pretty bad!" I sighed and laid back down.

'I can't heal fast right now. Need my powers for that. But, maybe I can access some of my nanobots?' I closed my eyes and sent a message to what remains on my metal leg, causing it to spread some tiny robots into my bloodstream, which should help with the healing process. By my calculations, I'd say about three and a half weeks until I'm fully healed, one week until I should be able to move around with crutches. And all of that is not including whatever herbs and magic this pony might have.' "Fine. I'll stay. But I don't want to trouble you for the hospitality."

Starlight just smiled, and was about to respond when a door slammed shut downstairs. A gruff voice spoke up. "Woman! Where is my LUNCH! WHY AREN'T YOU IN THE KITCHEN!" His voice resonated across the entire house. I looked over at Starlight, who had a look of terror in her eyes as her horn lit up and she teleported away. I heard the gruff voice again. "What did I tell you about using your magic?!"

"To not use it." Starlight's sad voice was barely heard over the other. 'Please don't tell me that this is her father.' "But Daddy!" 'Sigh...' "My magic is getting better! I can help you so much with it!"

"I've lived my entire life without that blasted magic! I don't want my runt of a daughter trying to prove herself better than me!" A loud thwack of meat being hit resonated up to the room. 'Oh he did not just hurt her!' I could hear faint sobs. "NOW! MAKE ME MY LUNCH!" 'That's it. No one abuses their child when I'm around.' Using as much power as I could muster, I pushed myself off the bed, and tried to get to my feet. I had to lean on a wall to prevent my falling.

Ignoring the messages that plagued my vision, one telling me that my arm was not attached to me or in a 100 mile radius, another that my wounds are opening, and one telling me to smite the son of a female dog in heat that would dare harm their own child, I made my way across the room. Along the way, I got to the closet, and noticed a big black blanket. Smirking, I covered myself in the blanket, making it look like I was some kind of monster, and continued my quest to get across the room.

When I got to the door, I opened it and walked out, seeing a staircase. As I was heading down the stairs, I was dripping blood like it was going out of style. When I finally made it downstairs, I saw an old looking earth pony stallion that looked nothing like Starlight Glimmer sitting in an almost broken chair, smoking a cigar and taking a nap.

I walked over to this pony, and knocked over the chair, causing the jerk of a pony to fall off and wake up, wondering what happened. He looked at me, and was surprised and scared, most likely wondering who the black robed creature was in his house. "W-what are you?!"

"I am the spirit of child abuse. When bad ponies are mean to younger ones, I appear, and exact vengeance." I spoke in a dark and gravely tone (which I was rather proficient in doing before I got my powers), and I made sure to drag out the word 'vengeance' to drive it home. I took a step forward, and put my foot down on his hind leg that was still splayed out. Making sure to put just enough force on it to make sure he couldn't escape, and felt pain through it, I leaned in closely. "And you have been abusing your child. This requires punishment!"

The pony was absolutely terrified, sweating, trying to escape. "Please! You got the wrong pony! I'd never harm my little runt! I mean my little filly!"

I stared at him, feeling my eyes glow with hatred. So much so that they provided a menacing effect for him to see in the darkness of the blanket. Doing this for a few seconds and seeing him get even more nervous, I then pointed at the trail of pony blood near a point were two doors were conjoined. "That is not your blood."

At this point, he was crying. "Please! Don't kill me! I'm so sorry! I'll never do it again! I'm sorry! Just don't kill me!" He was crying like a baby, but I knew he would go back to his old ways. I've seen this countless times.

A crack resonated through the room, as I broke his leg. "You abused a child. You ruined one of the most important times for someone. Someone, need I remind you, is your job to protect and provide physical and psychological shelter for. There is no excuse for your actions. The only way you'll stop, is if I MAKE YOU." The house shook when I said those last three words. Pushing even harder with my leg, his leg became useless for the rest of his life. I did the same to his foreleg on the opposite side, making him a cripple for the rest of his life.

I took a step back to admire my work. It was then I noticed that I made his right foreleg and left hindleg both useless, kinda like me. I felt proud that there was no blood, and that he was a sniveling wreck on the floor, moaning in pain until he passed out. My work done, I removed the blanket, and dropped it to the floor as I walked into the kitchen.

Starlight scrambled away from me as I entered the room. "Stay away! Please don't hurt me!" She was about to cry too.

"I'm not going to hurt you. But now you don't have to worry about your father anymore. He won't be abusing you at all." I rested against the wall.

"But, if he can't move, then I'll be forced to do everything for him! He won't have a chance to do it for himself! How is that supposed to help?!" She pointed out, slightly crying over what I did to her father.

"Sure, you'd have to take care of him, but if he is rude to you, or treats you like dirt, I guess he doesn't feel like eating or drinking those days either. Remember, you get to be in control of what he does now. If he insults you, or calls you a runt, don't give him dinner. Smacks you? I guess he'll be thirsty for a bit longer. And remember, don't let whatever he says get to you." I walked forward, and gently made her look me in the eyes. "No matter what he says or what he calls you, he is not better than you. Everyone is equal, no matter what. It doesn't matter if you're a king or a peasant. It doesn't matter if you're an earth pony, pegasus, unicorn, bat pony, sea pony, or alicorn. It doesn't matter if your a mare or a stallion, a filly or a colt, a foal or an adult. It doesn't even matter what your special talent is. Everyone is equal. No matter what." I stood back up, and made my way out of the kitchen, and started for the door to the house.

"Wait! Where are you going?! You're still injured!" Starlight said, taking a hesitant step forward.

"I'm heading home. I don't think I should stay here any longer." I opened the door, before turning my head to look at her over my shoulder. "Remember what I said, everyone is equal." I walked out and closed the door. Unbeknownst to me, Starlight looked at her cutie mark, and then her dad's, and whispered something to herself.

"Everypony is equal?" Then, an idea formed in her head.

"CRAP! CRAP! CRAP! CRAPPITY CRAPPY CRAP!! THIS KIND OF CRAP IS THE KIND OF CRAP THAT IS REALLY CRAPPY!" I shouted as I quickly tried to run from the giant blood chickendooziedawbleqglobber. What's a... hang on, I need to playback what I said again. You try saying that name again. It's like trying to pronounce Mxyzptlk. It even has a silent 'q,' just to let you know how serious the creature is. But I digress. The creature that was chasing me is a made-up creature that I just made up to add some conflict or something that can quickly get me to get to Ponyville. Why? I'm bored. You try walking through miles of dark spooky magical forest that you know like the back of your hand (except when you get that mysterious cut that you don't know where it came from), and every creature that lives there is afraid of you. It gets really boring. So I decided to make things interesting and pretend to run from a monster that doesn't exist.

After an hour of running, my plan bared fruit as I arrived on the outskirts of Ponyville. Taking deep breaths, I turned around. "You can go home now. I'll see you later." With that dealt with, I saw my house in the distance, but I couldn't tell from this distance if it was still safe from Malicious and Murphy. 'I hope it is. I need to sneak in, grab some healing kits and other items and bring the fight to those two.'

Quickly rushing into town, I jumped into a trashcan, and walked in the shadows, avoiding any ponies seeing me, as they might be robots that report back to Malicious. I don't know how long I was knocked out, but anytime that passed is more time for those two to ruin everything I've been working for.

It was surprisingly easy to sneak past all the ponies, because it's like they lack the ability to suspect someone being in a trashcan or something. Maybe some kind of perception filter on the trashcans? Cartoon cliche? Something in their genetics? These thoughts went through my mind, as a way to at least use some brain power on something else before I focus solely on my main goal. I can't let depression take me. I need to be at 100% for what I need to d.... are those Sugarcube Corner cupcakes?! My stomach growled, reminding me that I haven't eaten in a while, and I need to eat if I want any chance of slowly restoring my powers.

I start to make my way to the building, but right before I leave the alley, I remember that; one, I'm in a trashcan. Two, I'm in a trashcan so I don't get spotted. Three, I have a country (and possibly world) to save. Four, I'm covered in blood stains. Five, I am so crackerjacking hungry. I fight a mental battle, and the side that wants to eat wins, but not without a very sad suggestion from the side that wants to save the day.

I sigh, and look at my left hand, my only remaining hand, before closing my eyes and sighing again.

*CHOMP* *Crunch* *Crunch* *Crunch*

I press my hand against my shirt, trying to stem the blood flow, while chewing and gnawing on the new meat in my mouth. Luckily, after years of having my powers, and the stuff that training and other things have done to my body, I'm able to actually chew and safely digest bones. I take a couple of minutes to finish eating my middle finger, and letting my wound heal enough to stop bleeding. The bleeding stopped sooner than it should have as a normal human, or even a normal human with nanobots healing them, which means I can safely say that my regenerative factor is starting to come back. It'll take a long while before it's up to Wolverine or even Deadpool levels of regeneration, and even longer for it to get to Lobo's level. And even longer after that to get to my usual level.

With my hunger slightly sated and the blood stemmed, I quickly adjusted the trashcan to face the quickest direction back home, and stealthily made my way across the town. 'I am really good at this sneaking thing. Sucks that I prefer straight on attacks, with defenses set up a long time before the attacks.'

When I finally got to an alley that gave me a clear view of my house, I sighed in relief. The house was perfectly intact, so Malicious nor Murphy destroyed it to spite me or looking for any secrets of mine. All I had to to was quickly dash across the open area and get into my house before anything sees me. Easy peasy, livin' greasy. Y'know, if I still had my powers and the ability to move faster than light. I looked up at the sun, to see that it was halfway through the sky, meaning it was about noon, and many hardworking ponies would be on lunch breaks, making it easier for me to get spotted.

I sighed. 'What do I do now? Maybe if I was fully healed, I might be able to do it without my powers, but I have a broken leg, which is painfully making me regret running through the Everfree, and a malfunctioning leg that needs to be replaced soon so I can repair it later. I can't feel my tendrils, which isn't a good thing, so I doubt the tricks I learned from Slendy would work. I guess I'm screwed then... wait a minute. That just might work! If it doesn't work, then everything I've ever believed in is a lie. But if it does work... It has to work!'

I quickly got out of the trashcan without being seen, and then began to exit the alley. But right as I do, I quickly cover my face with my remaining hand, ignoring the smell of dried blood next to my nose. I felt the bandages on my head, reminding me that I've been using one eye this entire time. But now is not that time for that.

Relying on instincts and memories alone, I began walking forward, covering my left eye so I can't see, I began to walk across the road/path thingy over to my house. And it was working. No one was even reacting to my presence. No gasps and passing out due to the blood on me. No 'Hey Connor's!' Nothing! A pony even bumped into me, almost knocking me over. They didn't say 'sorry' or anything, but I could practically feel the 'What the Hell?' expression on their face before they backpedaled away, while shouting 'NOPE!' over and over again.

I smirked, and quickly made my way until I bumped against something metal. I felt a faint light shining on me, and the door opened up, allowing me to quickly enter my house. The door closed quickly, and with a soft thud. Letting out the breathing I was holding, I removed my hand from my face, and looked over my body one more time.

Seeing as I wasn't hurt or anything other than what I was a minute ago, I fist-pumped the air. "YES! Take that all of you who doubted me in Elementary school! Especially you, person who's name I've long forgotten!" A big smile on my face, I walk over to a nearby chair, and collapse on it, sighing deeply. I felt a few wounds on my back and sides open up again, covering my bandages in even more blood, and getting some on my chair, but I didn't care. I was back at my house. I'm safe now.

*yawn...*

Man, am I tired. Just a quick nap for energy before I begin Operation.... M... yeah, let's go with M. I slowly close my left eye, as it is the only eye I can't use right now.

*clank*

But before I can get too comfortable, I hear something from the kitchen. I flinch, and then stay still, listening for what that sound was.

*klinkle*

There it is again. Someone or something is in my house. I'm wounded, and most likely wanted by two of my most powerful enemies. Cautiously getting up, I keep an eye on my kitchen entrance, and slowly make my way over.

"GLaDOS?" No response. "Wheatley?" No response again. "HAL?" Still no response. "JARVIS?" Me: 4, Responses :0. "Arnold? Ultron? Sonny? WOPR? Skynet? Brainiac? Anyone?" Look at how many responses I'm getting! I'm getting so many, that I'm the only one speaking! So I guess that it's not any of my AI's. Darn it. I was kinda hoping for the snarky attitudes of one of them.

I get to the edge of the kitchen entrance, and hear some more sounds. Taking a breath, I felt that everything was going to change the second I look into the kitchen. Taking another breath, I prepare myself for the worst. I quickly move to face what's in the kitchen, and yell the most fearsome battle cry ever! "WEARING SANDALS WITH SOCKS ON!" I charge into the kitchen, and tackle the person invading my house.

"Oof!" The voice of a mare cries out as I tackle her to the ground. I'm unable to hold her down for long, before I'm surrounded in a golden magical glow. I struggle against the bonds, as I'm thrown back into the living room, and knock down my couch. I struggle to get up with my current wounds reopened again, and new wounds adding countless aches to my body. I look around for something to help me win the battle, and I see the perfect thing. Grabbing the nearby unopened bag of Doritos, I try to open it up with my broken fingers, and then remember that I'm missing an arm. Refusing to give up, I rip off the top with my mouth, and just start practically inhaling the delicious chips, and charge at the pony again. Only to be tripped by the magic again, causing me to collapse on the floor, with a small moan.

I open my eye, tears slightly messing my vision, and look upon the fallen bag of Doritos. "Why Doritos? Why do you fail me?" Cliche sad music played as time slowed down and everything turned to sepia.

Everything went back to normal, well, as normal as things usually are with a dead teenager with the powers of the multiverse who lost their powers against an evil CEO from Earth who has a grudge on you for keeping him from his home, and tries to kill you and all ponies. Man, that guy really needs a mustache. He already has the evil villain hair, he just needs the evil villain mustache. Anyways, I tried getting back up onto my feet, but my body finally gave out and I collapsed halfway through the process.

"Crap, I'm pathetic." I muttered. "Go ahead. Take me to your leader. Or kill me, or whatever." 'So, is this it? I'm finally getting killed off? If I do, who becomes the main character? I hope it's Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen. I mean, he is #1.'

I hear the sounds of the intruder coming closer, and I look up, blinking some of the tears of pain out of my eyes. I couldn't identify who or what it was before I heard a voice speak up. "I don't know how you found us, but I won't let any of your creations get away with what you've done. Tell Malicious to start preparing himself, because... we.... C-Connor?!"

'Wait, that voice...' "Celestia?" I blink my eye a few times and clear out some of the tears, to see a large white alicorn with a flowing pastel mane standing above me. "Y-you're alive!" I felt myself being picked up her in familiar solar-infused magic, and brought closer to her face.

"I'm alive?! You're alive! We all thought you died after you lost your powers and got flung across Equestria!" She then forcibly pulled me into a hug, which usually I would gladly accept, but with my battered body.

*CRACK*

I let out a mighty squeak of pain. "Ah, who needs ribcages anyways? Oh wait, I need one. Celestia, please put me down!" Celestia did so and gently laid me down on the couch we knocked over, after putting it in it's correct position first.

"I'm sorry for accidentally fighting you. I thought you were one of Malicious' robots." She apologized.

"Well, I thought you were an intruder, so I tried fighting you, as I didn't want to die or get caught." I pointed out. "So no apologizing!" I took a deep breath and laid back on the couch. "Man, I need to get some rest." I closed my eyes, about to relax, when I heard a familiar clicking sound. My eyes shot open, and I slammed my body against the side of the couch, causing it to fall over, and I grabbed Celestia, and tried to hide behind the couch.

"Connor! What are you doing?!" Celestia yelled, before I put my hand over her mouth, quieting her as I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I peek over the couch, seeing a familiar teenager, wearing a dark leather jacket, and having flaming red hair.

"Murphy. He found us." I whispered to Celestia, who muffled something behind my hand.

Removing my hand from her mouth, she whispered to me. "Murphy is on our side. He helped me get free of Malicious."

"Oh...." I respond, before slowly standing up. I look at Murphy, who quickly pointed his pistol at me. "Hi...." I respond, before he fired at me. As I didn't really have any powers at this point in time, I couldn't dodge or catch the bullet, or remove it from existence, so the bullet went straight through my chest, and came out of my back, hitting the wall. I spit up some blood, as I clutch my chest. 'He missed. He hit the area where I lost my lung, which wouldn't cause that much damage. He knows about my lack of lung, while Malicious doesn't. He was testing to see if I was a robot. Murphy's clever.'

I smile, blood dripping from my mouth. "Nice to see you too Murphy. Would you care to explain why you're in my house with my sister-in-law?"

Murphy sighed and put away his gun, before getting blasted in the chest by Celestia's magic. The magic wasn't that strong, so I'm assuming she's still weak from whatever ordeals she went through. Murphy shrugged off the blast, and absorbed the heat energy. "Calm down Celestia. I was testing him to make sure he wasn't a robot. Malicious doesn't know everything about him. I do." Murphy looked at me. "Now, I need your help Connor. Malicious stole my powers. Well, most of them. I've been slowly regenerating them back, but I can't fight Malicious in this state. I need your help to fight him."

"Well, I'm still kinda powerless. I mean look at me, I'm covered in bloody bandages, I don't know what's wrong with my right eye, and I have a new bullet hole in my chest and back." I sighed. "But I'll help. After all, I don't abandon friends. Now, tell me what happened."

And so he did. Murphy and Celestia told me how Murphy realized that he was being controlled via a chip on the back of his head. Removing the chip, he freed Celestia, who was in the same room as he was during his realization. The two confronted Malicious, and tried to free Luna, but Malicious stole Murphy's energy, using it to power his suit with the powers of both Lightning and Fire. Murphy barely managed to escape with Celestia, and the two of them made it to one of the hidden entrances to my secret base. They were safe as they made their way through the tunnels as the defenses took down the robots following them. So they followed the tunnels before ending up in my house.

After they finished their story, I stood up, and walked over to a plain looking wall. "Murphy, come here. We need something to help us fight until we get our powers back. So we'll use some of my stuff." When Murphy was standing right behind me, I pushed a secret button, and suddenly the ground below us glowed bright purple, and we disappeared in a flash.

We reappeared in a huge lab/storage area, where I work on inventions and keep them stored for when it use. As we walked forward, Murphy stared at everything wide-eyed. "You really have a lot of time on your hands."

"It's called being immortal. Besides, what else am I supposed to do with my free time." I noticed Murphy staring at six big pony-shaped robots that are missing pilots. "I call those the Guardians of Harmony." Murphy pointed to a giant robotic arm still being worked on that is hard to miss. "That's my current biggest project. I won't tell you much about it, but it will be awesome. Let me fix myself up real quick, and I'll show you what we're using." I walk over to a circular panel on the ground with a glowing yellow light in the middle. I stand upon the light, and suddenly, robotic hands come out of the walls and gently remove my bandages and clothes, before disposing of them, except for the vest which was getting fixed and cleaned.

When all the bandages were removed, Murphy had a look of sickness on his face, as he looked at my wounds. A mirror was brought down to me and I almost was sick at my appearance. I knew I was missing my right arm and my legs were pretty messed up, but my entire body was stained with blood, and I had huge scars across all of my body. I also figured out why my eye was covered up, and it was because my eye was completely destroyed. From the looks of it, a rock impaled my eye, and Starlight tried to get rid of as much rock as she could, but she couldn't get all of it without removing my eye, which she wouldn't know how to do.

I closed my working eye, not wanting to look at any of the other wounds, and felt the robotic arms gently remove my messed up eye, so it could start healing better when my regenerative factor gets better. The robotic arms injected more nanobots into my body, healing some of the interior wounds before getting to work trying to close some of my bigger marks.

When the blood was cleaned up, the machine brought me more clothes which were quickly donned, and I opened my eye, as the real process begins. Metal pieces were brought over to my body and quickly attached. More and more metal was attached to my body, slowly forming a power suit around my body. When it was done, I dropped to the floor, my body covered in a Cosmic Power Suit, which basically gives the wearers powers like a Cosmic Being. It won't give me my usual strength, but it should give us a chance.

Murphy stared at me, eyes still wide. "Now, it's your turn." I pushed Murphy onto the yellow spot, which glowed red when Murphy was close enough, and watched as Murphy's suit was attached to him.

"You actually made a suit for me too?" He asked as he was being covered.

"Yes. Because I knew that something like this would happen eventually." Murphy jumped to the ground, and looked at his hands, flicking them and creating fires.

"You did a good job with these." He pointed out.

"Yes, now are you ready to go attack Malicious?"

Murphy looked at me, and I could tell he was smiling behind his mask. "Yes."

I held out my arm, in a way as if I was going to do arm wrestling. Murphy did the same thing, as we clapped the hands together and yelled something in unison.

"FOR COSMIC!"