//------------------------------// // Epilogue // Story: MLP: FML // by Maniac92 //------------------------------// Geoffrey the butler stood in front of the entrance to the statue garden, looking bored. His ears perked up as he heard muttered swearing and he saw Prince Blueblood making his way towards him, his nose stuffed with tissue. “Ah,” said Geoffrey, “How was the Gala, sir? Did you have a good time?” “Does it look like I had a good fucking time, you idiot?” growled Blueblood, coming to a stop in front of him. “That little slut and her friend attacked me for no reason!” “I’m sure,” said Geoffrey dryly. “At any rate, I’m sure Her Majesty will be happy that you’re taking care of her problem. She requested you, specifically.” Blueblood pulled the bloody tissues out of his nose and threw them aside. “Of course she did,” he said smugly. “Aunt Celestia knows that she can rely on my expertise to…to…” He paused. “…Geoffrey, what the hell are we going to go do, anyway?” The butler shrugged. “All she said was to meet her in the middle of the garden, sir.” “Then why are you standing around like a slack-jawed asshole, Geoffrey?” asked Blueblood impatiently. “Let’s go get this damn thing over with.” The two walked into the garden, with Geoffrey leading the way. As they walked, they passed various statues of triumphant looking ponies. After a few minutes, they stopped in front of a statue that was covered in graffiti. “Tell me Aunt Celestia doesn’t want me to clean this thing,” groaned Blueblood. He stepped closer to the statue of the strange creature and examined the doodles on it. “A prince of my stature can’t be seen wiping dick doodles off a statue.” “…I never said Princess Celestia was the one that requested you, Blueblood,” said Geoffrey. “That’s Prince Blueblood or sir to you, Geoffrey,” said Blueblood, turning to face the butler. “And what do you mean it wasn’t her? You kept saying ‘Her Majesty’ wanted me here. Did you mean Aunt Luna?” Geoffrey closed his eyes and chuckled darkly. “No…” he said quietly, “I’m afraid it wasn’t Princess Luna either.” The butler opened his eyes and stared at Blueblood, causing the prince to step back in shock. Geoffrey smirked at Blueblood, his blank, pupil-less, icy-blue eyes crinkled in amusement. “My Queen does need you, Blueblood. She needs you out of the way.” A beam of green light shot out from the darkness and slammed into Blueblood’s side. The prince wheezed as he was thrown to the ground, his eyes going wide from the shock and pain. Queen Chrysalis walked out from behind another statue and made her way towards Blueblood. She smirked down at the fallen prince and her horn glowed a sickly green. There was a spark of green light and Blueblood flopped on the ground, unconscious. Queen Chrysalis turned to Geoffrey, who bowed deeply. “Excellent work, Geoffrey.” “Thank you, Your Majesty,” said Geoffrey. “I am proud to serve you and the hive.” He gazed contemptuously at Blueblood. “Should we kill him?” “No,” said Chrysalis. “He’d be more useful to us as a food source. His love for himself will keep you and his replacement fed while we carry out our plan. Just stow him away somewhere where no one will find him.” “Very well,” said Geoffrey. “We’ll keep the bastard for now.” “Good,” said Chrysalis. “It’s time to move forward with the next stage of our plan.” “We’ll take care of it, Your Majesty,” said Geoffrey, “But how will we contact you once the infiltration is complete?” Chrysalis smirked. Green fire surrounded her body and hid her from view. Once they had disappeared, Chrysalis was gone and, in her place, stood a pony. “Don’t worry, Geoffrey,” said the disguised Chrysalis, her voice changing to match her new form. “I’ll be keeping an eye on things from close by.” The pony looked down at Blueblood and said, “His replacement will be here momentarily. Help him hide the prince and then get right back to the castle. We don’t want Celestia coming back and becoming suspicious.” “Yes, my Queen,” said Geoffrey, bowing to the pony in front of him. Chrysalis turned to look at Canterlot Castle. Her disguise’s mouth twisted up into a cruel smirk. “This kingdom is going to be mine.” As the disguised queen walked away, a small crack appeared on the vandalized statue’s face. The statue’s smirk seemed to grow as the crack got bigger and bigger… TO BE CONTINUED...