Undertales of Friendship

by ngrey651


Shiny Happy Ponies, Part 2 (TRIGGER: IMPLIED SEXUAL VIOLENCE CONTENT)

The Crystal Empire was almost impenetrable from the north. After all, beyond the North was nothing but ice, ice, and oh! More ice! The WINDS were pure ice. The lakes were frozen solid. The mountains themselves were pure ice. Everything was ice. Nothing could possibly, ever-ever-EVER make it to the Empire. And certainly not the pathetic Banshees. Not that they hadn’t tried. Oh, they had.

Sombra had personally EATEN one alive. He found them very exotic, but not very filling. After that display, they never came back. And none of the inhabitants of the Crystal Empire had ever thought about running away. When your ruler’s method for warding off intruders was a public execution involving eating you alive, you tended to just bow your head.

But the Caribou were different. Sombra’s magical mirrors had eyes on every corner of his empire, and he’d noticed movement to the North. He had seen the advancing dark horde of the Caribou, their horns huge and heavy as they sauntered down the frigid paths, heading slowly but steadily towards his kingdom. Their fur was thick and foul, their eyes having faint, twitching pupils that made them seem as though they weren’t focusing on anything for very long, their feet huge and powerful, making loud CLOM-CLOM-CLOM noises as they walked slowly towards his kingdom.

Something would have to be done. And Sombra knew firsthand that if you wanted something done right…do it yourself.

The icy roadways of the mountains were filled with shadows. He slithered through the darkness as it wrapped him in his velvet cloak, and he disguised himself as one of them, his powerful magic easily hiding him behind a glamor. And soon, he was in the encampment they’d set up about 50 miles away from his kingdom, and observing them…wishing he had sent someone else.

The smell hit his nostrils first. Had these people ever taken a bath? Worse still, they were pigs. They ate slobbily and messily, large tongues slurping up huge swaths of soup and rough teeth digging into clearly obvious meat dishes. Sombra didn’t mind. He’d dined upon other ponies before. But this was rough and harsh, without a trace of dignity. Worse still, several apparent younger caribou that looked rather feeble and pathetic compared to their fellow brethren had…missing horns.

At first he hadn’t been sure of what this meant. So he’d tried to ask it directly from a female caribou named Carrie.

Yes. The Caribou were not very imaginative.

Sneaking his way past huge tents made of fur and flesh, trying to ignore the faint smell they gave off, he placed a hoof upon her chest, her eyes going wide, pupils dilating as he looked deep into her eyes. His red pupils were all she saw, green irises glittering as she quivered in fear and…erotic excitement.

“Tell me what you know of the hornless ones.” He had demanded, the two cloaked in shadow, cut off from the world…and he could tell she only saw him. “Now.”

“Oh, YES, a-absolutely!” Carrie had said, practically blushing. Sombra couldn’t believe it. It appeared that caribou yearned to be dominated by the strong. “They’re too weak to fight for a position in our front lines, so they’re emergency food supplies, master! If they won’t kill, they’ll BE killed!”

“Interesting philosophy.” Sombra remarked.

“It’s the Caribou way, sir. The survival of the fittest. And we’re the fittest around. Or at least, I thought. But you?” She murmured, reaching forward, caressing his cheek, making him blink in surprise. “Your eyes say it all. You’ve freely killed and enslaved. Your will is washing over mine. I…I can’t resist.”

He blinked some more, staring back at her before calmly patting her forehead, turning back to normal. “You will stay silent about my true form. But you will continue to inform me of everything the Caribou are planning.” He explained to her, giving her a little necklace that appeared to have a green tear upon it. “Hold it and speak. I will see what you see and hear what you say.”

“Oh, absolutely, sir.” She insisted, taking the necklace and nodding, blushing even deeper, blinking her deep brown eyes.

Over the next few weeks, Sombra would listen intently to what Carrie had to say, and watched all she had to share. And Heaven knew Sombra had seen some horrific things in his life. DONE horrific things. And at first it was amusing to watch these stupid-looking, rotten-teethed, foul-smelling idiots fighting over the dumbest things. They would challenge each other to death battles over one of them stealing their jerky.

Their horns would slam into each other, heads crashing like thunder breaking through the skies. They would strike and slam against one another, biting into each other’s necks, the blood flowing freely, and Sombra would watch on his throne, hooves quietly placed together, face firm. Even when they decided to try out some of the “Emergency supplies”, he kept his hooves together…but a look of disgust came on his face as he tried to shut out the terrified, screaming young caribou’s cries.

…he failed miserably.

He heard the chomping. The tearing of flesh. Wet and heavy and hot.

He tried to block that out too.

…he failed miserably.

“It’s their own fault for being born that way.” Carrie had reasoned over the hidden connection. “Those who cannot contribute to the war effort should die. In life, they had no meaning. In death, they do. As food!”

“…stop talking.” Sombra demanded. “And don’t start again until I tell you to.”

“Yes, sir.” Carrie said quickly, shutting up as she decided, hey, as long as they were eating, might as well-

Sombra thanked whatever merciful God existed that she didn’t bother to keep holding onto the necklace as the connection cut out.

But then it had happened. They had learned that she had a “little friend” she spoke to, for the Caribou had taken notice, at long last, of the odd necklace around her thick neck. And their leader had been observing her in silence for days, just waiting for the right moment.

Now they were on the border of his kingdom, and Sombra had woken up to check the connection…only to find someone else was using it, holding Carrie’s head up in front of a crowd of caribou. Their faces were covered in foul war paint like tar, and they bellowed and roared, hooting and hollering as a rough hoof held Carrie’s head up.

“We have one of our WHORES here who very stupidly decided not to tell the Mighty Caribojangles about her “little friend”!”

“Lord Sombra is a far better leader than you! I have no fear of you compared to HIM!” Carrie had defiantly cried out, forced on her knees. “Just one look into his eyes and my heart felt as if he was gripping it to rip it in two!”

“Oh, well I think I can make HIM fear ME.” Caribojangles coldly intoned. Despite his pathetic, ridiculous name, Sombra wasn’t laughing. He gripped the throne, eyes wide as he heard the Caribou commander speak. “I know you’re watching through this. I want you to see this. I want EVERYONE! TO SEE THIS!” He roared out, taking hold of Carrie’s head in one hand before looking down at himself, Sombra’s eyes widening. “I want you watch this. And watch real. BUCKING. close.” The Caribou leader whispered pitilessly.

Sombra’s hooves flew to his mouth as the Caribou Leader shot forward and-

“OH GOD.” He whispered.

He had had NO idea that this…this THING would go that far. Would do something so twisted and depraved and…and SICK. What sort of disgusting freak would kill a woman by…

“You DEPRAVED FUCKING MONSTER.” He finally snarled out.

“Why?” Caribojangles asked coldly. “Because I kill and rape? That simply makes me honest. I do what most hunger for…and I do it with purpose.”

“You cannot just-just…” Sombra began to say. “There are lines you don’t cross!” He screamed back. “And you just crossed it ten times over!”

“Like your rape of her mind was any better than what I’ve just done?” Caribojangles remarked with a snort.

“I’m sorry barbarian, are YOU!? Actually trying to give a moral lecture to ME?” Sombra snarled, his eyes flaring up as he gripped the throne tightly. “You will all. DIE. I will not do you the kindness of ENSLAVING you. I will leave none of you alive.”

He cut the connection, tearing off his own necklace and storming down the hall, letting out a roar as his enslaved Crystal Pony guard immediately raced to his side. “I want a TRENCH dug.” He demanded darkly. “Filled with fuel. Here’s what we’re going to do…”

… “I had assumed it worked. Because they had all trudged right into the trench, trying to get across it to get to my kingdom. I lit it on fire, and watched it smolder, and not a single one of them crawled out.” Sombra murmured as he sat in the living room with the others, his face somber and cold. “I assumed they were all dead. But I saw him. I saw Caribojangles. His body is burned and ravaged…yet he lives. And I know why. He had an extra horn.” He muttered. “…He has magic power.”

“He must have somehow crawled out and gone back home. I’m just surprised it took him this long to come back…” ERROR Sans grunted. “Well. This is a problem, then. We’ve got raping, pillaging lunatics on their way to Ponyville through the underground. You SURE you saw the trench burn?”

“I watched it for an entire day.” Sombra said, his smile wry and cold. “I felt no remorse. They didn’t deserve any mercy.”

Frisk, though still not quite his normal self the same way Asriel currently wasn’t, looked bothered by this. “That doesn’t sound nice.” He said. “I think everyone can be good if they try.”

“That is a typical answer for a child. An understandable one. But not a very realistic one.” Sombra intoned. “If he was able to survive an entire day of being burned alive, could you defeat him?”

“I…don’t know.” ERROR Sans muttered. “My wires are good, but I’m not so hot with lots of targets. If it was just him, maybe, but…that army?”

“Then we handle the army first.” Squirt said as he looked over at Monster Kid, Asriel and Frisk. “Uh…you three should um…I know! Get the town out of…well, town. We need to evacuate everyone. Say, uh…say that Celestia’s invited all of Ponyville to Canterlot for a big party!”

“Ooh, a party! They’d love that!” Asriel said with a grin before blinking. “But isn’t that a lie? And isn’t lying wrong?”

“When you see an ugly baby, are you gonna tell the newborn’s parents their child looks like a squashed pumpkin, or will you tell them “Ohhh, he’s adorable”?” Sombra inquired calmly. “Sometimes a little lie in life is fine if it makes people feel better. And this little lie will make your friends feel MUCH better. The alternative is Caribou.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but the enslaving unicorn lunatic who ate a banshee alive has a point.” Squirt remarked, shuddering as he wrapped his arms around himself. “Let’s get everyone outta here. FAST.”

Meanwhile, our “heroes” were trying to do work on getting Spike to write a letter and on trying to cure Twilight. “So here’s what we want you to write.” Discord remarked, pacing back and forth in front of Spike as Twilight sat in a nearby chair, Chrysalis helping to mix up ingredients in a nearby vat as Shinedown assisted her. Chara, meanwhile, had taken off, insisting he had an idea. Shinedown held up a foul-smelling potion, sniffing at it and groaning as he turned to Chrysalis.

“You’re sure this will work?”

“This is one of my most common ways of hypnotism. We need to get her and the rest of her friends to listen to us, and this is the only way.” Chrysalis reasoned. “She still has the Element within her, and we need that along with the others. So get her to guzzle it down!” She insisted with a firm nod, Shinedown sighing as he held up a spoon, Twilight blinking in surprise.

“Here comes the choo-choo train!” He said, waving the spoon about slightly. “Open up!”

“I dunno, it looks ugly.” Twilight admitted as Shinedown inwardly groaned.

“Please, just cuz something LOOKS foul doesn’t mean it’s bad.” He insisted. “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover.” He then tilted his head slightly. “Although to be fair, you can usually judge a movie by it’s cover.”

“And the inside cover of a book often tells you a lot about what’s inside it.” Twilight offered.

“Good point. Still, give it a try.” Shinedown offered as Twilight took a sip of it, her eyes swirling about, mouth slightly agape as she stammered, pupils turning into swirls. “Is she…yep! Hypnotized.” He said with a grin.

“Okay, Twilight. I want you to call up the Element of Harmony within you…the Element of MAGIC!” Chrysalis proclaimed dramatically, the wind whipping around her, hair lashing about as she cackled evilly…

And Twilight just stared ahead, blinking dumbly. Chrysalis frowned, then whacked Twilight over the head. “HEY! Element of Magic! Now!”

“Can’t.”

“WHADDYA MEAN, YOU CAN’T?!” Chrysalis shrieked, Shinedown gaping in surprise.

“The Elements are about Harmony, mistress. Bein’ brainwashed breaks that. Means we can’t use it. I saw the same thing when we tried it on Discord years ago.” The hypnotized Twilight remarked as Chrysalis cringed.

“Oh, BUCK ME.” She moaned, Shinedown slapping his face with a hoof. “Damn it, that makes perfect sense. Why don’t we ever think of these things ahead of time?”

“If you DID, you probably wouldn’t be a “villain”.” Shinedown admitted.

“Luckily for you, I, being reformed long before you, will save the day. I’ll just have Celestia and Luna pay us a little visit.” Discord said with a grin as he gestured at Spike. “At long last, they’ll finally show off their true might and-”

Spike let out a belch, and with a burst of green flame another letter appeared, unrolling parchment flopping onto Discord as he picked it up, eyes going wide. “What the-oh you have simply GOT to be kidding me!” He moaned out. “Dear Discord: We will certainly swing by as soon as we can. We’re currently in Saddle Arabia, working on their ABYSMAL drought. From now on, they’ll have lakes, rivers and pools every square mile. No more issues with water anymore. This issue was considerably easier to fix than the issues with the Dragons, who were unsure if they wanted to eat us or not until we salted most of the mountain ranges they called home with gem veins. They should be just fine for the next…say…two centuries. At least in terms of food…”

“Well, people always wondered why they didn’t intervene more. Ironically now that we really WANT their help…we can’t get it!” Shinedown moaned, whacking his face and tugging it down just as the door opened and Chara led Asgore in. “Oh! Your majesty, whatever is the matter?”

“Am I to understand that things aren’t quite right here?” He inquired, looking…considerably different. His face was less…happy.

“Chara, what happened?”

“Well, I told him something was wrong with everyone and how they didn’t seem able to be capable of getting angry or the like, and it was as if I snapped him right out of whatever he was in.” Chara admitted. “I guess cuz…you know…” He trailed off. “…The Six Souls…”

They all silently stared at Asgore, who quietly hung his head. “I saw their faces in front of me when Chara began to speak, and then…it was as if a light had switched back on.”

Nor, indeed, was he the only one. Absolute guilt had hit Undyne and Alphys hard, and the two were now wrapped up in a blanket in Alphys’s home, Undyne trying to comfort her…whilst Sans just sat under the stairs in his basement, head buried in his arms, unmoving…feeling his sins crawling on his back.

“When you have gained a Level of Violence like I have, then…you cannot keep guilt at bay forever.” Asgore intoned softly, his gigantic face solemn and mournful as Chara smiled, giving him a gentle squeeze of his hand.

“Hey, uh…I ain’t always good with touchy feely stuff. But…cheer up. We’re here.” He offered.

“Oh, yes. You should be happy you’re surrounded by friendship. After all, it’s magic!” Twilight admitted.

“Kill me now”. Chrysalis groaned before a voice rang out.

“Don’t tempt us.”

They turned to the outside, seeing ERROR Sans, Sombra and Squirt standing there, Sombra’s face solemn and dark. “The Caribou are coming here.” He intoned, Discord’s eyes widening.

“Wait. The Caribou?! THOSE things?! Those…those murdering genocidal sociopathic rapists?! How?! I heard you burned them all alive!”

“You burned an entire race alive? WOW, that is cold.” Chara admitted, looking somewhat impressed all the same.

“Their leader survived. Now he is back for more.” Sombra intoned darkly. “I saw his forces moving through the underground tunnelways, and they make for Ponyville. If action is not taken soon…”

“Then we’re aaaaall screwed. I can maybe fight one or two at a time. I can’t fight off an entire army and none of these pony morons are willing to fight. They’re all too busy…SMILING.” Error grumbled as various ponies walked by, waving a hoof in the air.

“We can’t get the Element Bearers to help. Hypnotizing them to use the Elements is worthless.” Chrysalis remarked. “Do we have enough worthy fighters here to face the Caribou?”

“We don’t need to necessarily fight them.” Squirt said with a grin. “I got an idea. First, we need to get everyone out of the city. And then we turn the system beneath the town against the Caribou. I had a prank idea I never used…”

Shinedown gave Squirt a look, but rubbed his chin. “Alright…what’s your idea?”

“We have an elaborate sewer system below the city too, right?” Squirt asked as he paced back and forth in front of everyone as they glanced at each other. “In tunnelways below the Earth? Well what happens if we connect THAT to the natural passageways?”

“…that is the sickest, most disgusting idea I’ve EVER heard out of your mouth.” Shinedown remarked. “That’s just TERRIBLE.”

And then he grinned. “Tell us MORE.”