//------------------------------// // 11 - An Oak Shade RESET // Story: Dream Realm Destroia: Equestria // by RowanSkie //------------------------------// She knew it would end, but she didn’t hear how. She never knew that an old friend would return to destroy what she had done. What they had done. Ms. Ravenshire simply wouldn't allow it. She never would tolerate such a thing would destroy the world she had guided. There were things she didn’t know that could alter the fate of the island. One of these things was Twilight Sparkle learning about her Power Forme. The other being about her first trip returning. She had too many old friends and too little time. She needed more time. She need to do something. Yet, since she was the only one with enough power... After a few moments, she smiled. “I’m declaring martial law!” Ms. Ravenshire announced through a subwave channel. “Hunt down all Dreamers and take them to me!” “You know, Ms. Ravenshire reminds me of a certain yellow flower,” Twinkle confessed. There were a few gasps. “Yes, that flower that comes in the name of Flowey.” “Sorry… who?” a voice asked. The group, which at present, consisted of a couple, the bearers of Elements of Harmony, the solar princess, and the Magic bearer’s granddaughter from the future. Still, the question didn’t come from them, but to a certain flower which appeared beside Twinkle. Everypony nearly panicked before the flower turned into a goat-boy. He waved a paw. “Howdy!” he expressed. “My name’s Asriel Dreemurr. Mind if I joined in?” “Uh… sure. How are you here?” Twilight asked. “Probably the same fashion as you ponies are.” Celestia glanced at Asriel, who looked back. “Uh… what?” “Nothing.” Celestia looked towards the middle were a bustling fire rested peacefully between the twigs supporting it. “I guess I should’ve seen this earlier, hmm… Prince Asriel, was it?” Asriel flinched. “Well, not really nowadays.” He returned to his yellow flower shape. “I’m more of like this now and then. Howdy, I’m Flowey! Flowey the Flower!” Emerald felt a sense of dread coming up his spine, which both his marefriend and Asri— Flowey noticed. Everypony then looked at Flowey with varying degrees of emotions which caused him to yelp and dig into the ground, hiding. This caused Twilight to wonder if they weren’t the only ones who were sent here by a message by Ms. Ravenshire. Twilight stood up, faced the mountain, and closed her eyes. She reopened her eyes and the first thing she felt was that her special features are gone. “Oh, look! I hated those wings anyway, I wonder how future me handled them,” Twilight commented as she inspected herself. “Although my horn…” Twilight ran a hoof and noticed that it was somewhat longer. Was she already taller? “Am I taller?” “Uh… you are,” Rarity stated. “Like Fleur de Lis. You prompt me of her now, darling.” Twilight Sparkle blinked. Everypony blinked back. Twilight blinked again. “This won’t change anything, right?” Twilight asked, concerned. Rainbow Dash flew to her and flashed a smile. “Nope.” Before the conversation continued its pace, there was a blast of white light which momentarily dazed everypony. Looking around the area, it was then that they felt a sense of horror as the trees wilted except for Emerald’s oak tree, which seemingly glowed in a calming sense of green. They all hurried over to the tree while Emerald climbed up. Infernal Blaze wondered why he went up until a set of stairs descended from the branches, and a unicorn head popped out. “Quick, climb up,” Emerald instructed. Without hesitation, all the ponies began to climb up one by one with Blaze first, much to Twinkle’s dismay. As soon as Twinkle was the one who was about to climb, three ponies appeared out of nowhere and Twinkle recognized them. “Mom!” Twinkle called in surprise. “Grandma? Grandpa? I thought—” “No time to lose, Twinkle,” Twinkle’s grandfather interrupted. “We’re being hunted. Get on with whoever that was.” “But—” Twinkle’s grandmother frowned. “Yeah, time paradox, but there’s no paradox in Dream Realm Destroia. Only unlucky encounters.” She began to climb up, much to Twinkle’s protest. Soon after the whole family climbed up, Twilight Sparkle was staring wide-eyed at her future self. Emerald placed the ladders up and realized who the newcomers were. “Professor Sparkle?!” Emerald called. “Dr. Gemstone? Ruby Sunshine!?!?” “Ruby Sunshine?” Twinkle asked her mother whose cheeks were red. Sunshine rubbed her back. “Rubius Twilight Sunshine,” she corrected. “More known as Ruby Sunshine AND Twilight Sunshine. Eheh. Deceptionist.” “Really?” Twilight asked, unamused. She then moved her lips into a smirk “So, Twinkle, if this mass of purple fur and feathers is me…” “Hey!” “What am I in the future then, asides being a professor, a parent, and a rather interesting looking princess?” Twilight asked, teasing. Twinkle’s grandmother blinked. “Right, silly me.” She cleared her throat. “My name is Princess Twilight Sparkle, Equestria’s Princess of Friendship and Peace Minister for Foreign entities. Also a teacher in Ponyville Elementary.” “But he said professor,” Twilight protested. “Yeah, because Ponyville Elementary becomes…” Princess Twilight explained before letting out a smile. “Spoilers.” “Let me guess, an egghead university,” Rainbow guessed. The purple princess frowned as she nodded. However, the solar princess didn’t believe what Princess Twilight claimed. “How will you prove that you are not a fraud?” Celestia asked. Princess Twilight smirked as she pulled out a journal with a swirl of stars emblazoned on its cover. She opened the journal into the left page where Starswirl’s fabled cutie mark spell lied along with Twilight’s version which was more or less a better one. Celestia read it and gasped as she realized that her plan to place Twilight on another level succeeded and the result was right in front of her. Celestia looked at the Princess again and asked a question which made everypony else jump in surprise. “Wait, why are you asking me this?” Princess Twilight asked. “Why do you need the answer at all?” “Because I have nightmares that Equestria might fall and I need to save my subjects from demise,” Celestia explained. Princess Twilight sighed. “Yes, Equestria will fall into war.” She looked to her right wing and released an illusion spell to show that it was damaged. “Final Frontier Against Enemies… at least they did a good job throwing us into places.” “Places?” Rarity asked. “Yes, Rarity, places.” Princess Twilight began to list places. “Past Equestria. Altaris. The Underground. Manhattan. Earth. Destroia. England. Gallifrey. The Doctor’s TARDIS. Kalos Region. Far Far Away Kingdom. And more to count if you managed to find all of Equestria’s habitants.” Twinkle looked at the others who immediately noticed what they felt. “Don’t feel sorry for us, girls. Auntie Celestia.” Twinkle winked at the shocked expression of the Equestrian diarch. “The only thing that would help is to tell me where are we right now and why this place is bigger on the inside.” “Oh, I can explain that!” Emerald trotted towards a gun cabinet and opened it, revealing a room with a console in the middle and a glass column connecting the floor to the ceiling. “This oak tree is my TARDIS! Get into the gun cabinet.” Everypony except a curious Infernal Blaze followed. Emerald sighed. “Okay then. Don’t react if you girls are left behind.” There was a sound that was like a brake, metal screeching against metal, and deformed sound of keys being ran to a piano on the treebase. Soon after, the gun cabinet disappeared, only to be replaced by a black telephone booth. The door opened to find Emerald and Blaze, both wearing hats. “How long did we leave?” Blaze asked. Twilight calculated. “About seconds, more or less.” “We actually left for a week,” Emerald corrected. “Timey wimey stuff. Time travel sucks. Get in already or else I’ll destroy this oak tree out!” This time, they followed. Staring at an oak tree which had vanished, he asked the buttercup flower. “Ponies?” he asked. Flowey nodded. “What are you gonna do, Frisk? We’re not alone after all,” he explained. “Besides, they’re magical talking ponies.” Frisk faced a skeleton who wore a purple snow jacket. “What do you think, sans?” “dunno.” He looked towards the tree that had reappeared while it made sounds similar a screech and a wheer. “we’re in our own here. no paps, no toriel, no undyne, no alphys, no chara—” “Chara’s right here with us,” Flowey interrupted. “He’s basically Frisk’s guide-slash-guardian.” A human-like being raised itself from Frisk’s shadow and slowly materialized until the one-striped shirt feature Chara always wore was noticed. Chara gave a sly smile as her brown eyes stared into Flowey’s own. Sans glared at her. “Okay, okay, look, stop staring at me like that,” Chara begged. “When a Player controls me, I control Frisk. It’s their fault that they go genocide,  not me. I just take the SOULS of the genocidal Frisks to remind them that they did that! Besides, most of the time I start as a wraith who guides Frisk.” “... good enough.” Sans looked at Frisk. “what now?” Frisk looked at the tree. “We check it out and see why it vanished?” he suggested. “Maybe the tree is like me,” Flowey added. “Maybe the tree is a souless husk of someone, or maybe—” A bunch of vines went out of the tree and grabbed them, much to their surprise. Chara wasn’t affected until Frisk grabbed her and they were pulled towards the tree. Inside the tree, Frisk gasped at the sight of ten ponies and tried his best not to faint at the sheer cuteness of the ponies and if Flowey was right about them being magical and talkable… “Holy cow, Pinks, you fished the RESET Trio! And Chara,” the sky blue unicorn with a yellow hat and worn armor shouted. “RESET Trio?” the pink with cotton candy-like mane and tail asked. “You mean…” Chara recognized the pink pony and groaned. It was her. “I don’t recognize them.” Pinkie pulled out a list from her mane. “Ah! Sans, Frisk G. Winscott, and Asirel “Flowey” Dreemurr. But I see… four persons here.” “You don’t know who I am?” Chara asked. “Not even a single cl—” Pinkie saw something on the back of Chara’s left hand and her expression hardened. “Wraith Legendárian. Chara H. Dreemurr. Are you?” Chara was silent before she rolled up her sleeve to reveal a long tattoo that extended from the back of her hand towards her elbow. “You are correct.” She charged at Pinkie. “And your SOUL is good for the taking!” Emerald stepped in between them. “Okay folks, we still are missing somebody,” he announced. “So, I want you guys and girls keep everything to yourselves, do nothing bad, and no boss fights.” “Okay,” Flowey answered only to be followed by something incoherent. “Oh, and keep the languages safe. I’m currently trying to work on finding the rest of us. Blaze, want to join? I’ll tell you more on the way,” Emerald clarified. Infernal Blaze smiled. “Yeah, I’d love to hear more about this place.” The pair threw the ladder down and climbed out. The ladder retracted on its own, leaving all of the persons inside dazed on how it worked. Chara decided to fall back into Frisk’s shadow, keeping an eye at the ponies.