Set in the Optimalverse, a middle-aged woman enamored of 'Equestria Online' confronts what permanent emigration to Equestria - uploading to a virtual existence - really means... but can she even hope to truly understand such a thing - and more importantly, can she trust the artificial intelligence known as 'Celestia'?

♥ As Horrified Eliezer Yudkowsky!

Commander Shepard remembers firing the crucible. She remembers she had to make an important choice. She remembers good friends, a lover, and plenty of loyal crewmen.

She just can't remember what her choice was. What the threat she was striving so hard to end was. Or what the faces of the most important people in her life look like.

She also has no idea how she wound up in the monster filled forest she's come to call home for the past eight months. Or how she picked up a snarky A.I. making its home in her omni-tool.

No one was prepared for the second Chernobyl disaster.

The first one was already bad enough, scaring and poisoning the land with no possibility of future habitation. The second one was infinitely worse. In an instant, the ancient Ukrainian forests and decaying Soviet apartment blocks were made into something wholly other. Local wildlife was twisted and mutated beyond recognition, none residing within the Exclusion Zone at the time survived. A new unseen force moved throughout the landscape, twisting reality on a whim. And still, there are those either brave, stupid, or desperate enough to travel into this forsaken place. Their ideologies vary greatly, some seek to understand the Zone. Others seek to destroy it in order to protect the outside world. And others seek simply to profit off of it.

Regardless of their goals, they all go by the same broad term.

Stalkers.

One such Stalker, a man by the name of Nikolai, suddenly finds himself thrown into an entirely different kind of Zone. One that you cannot escape from, and with a completely different set of hazards than the one he is used to.

The Equestrian Wasteland.

It was just a typical day of work for Applejack. Eager to get home, just one last errand in the freezer. That is, until she finds herself locked in.
Just great, now she’ll become the butt end of everyone’s joke. That is, when she gets out.... if she gets out.
No! That’s silly, of course she’ll get out... right?

*open for a better title, written for https://www.fimfiction.net/group/214288/the-cult-of-raccoon/thread/398722/nightmare-night-in-april-horror-write-off and thanks to my friend Sparrow for editing advice so some changes may be on the way. Please feel free to comment and like to help

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This story is a sequel to The Alicorn Instinct

Set after The Alicorn Instinct, but before The Endless Nightmare

Isn't it strange what one little argument can do?

Well as our Human and his pink Princess come to discover, one argument can cause so much more than a little heartache.

Cover Art done by the brilliant Shadow Bolt!

Twilight, the princess of friendship and former student of Princess Celestia was tampering with Star Swirls mirror, a mirror that took her to another world where everypony there where two legged creatures called humans. As her friends came over to visit her, Twilight make a crucial error while tampering with a battery attached to the mirror, causing the battery to go into a magical overload and explode, causing a monster to appear, attack and drag Twilight and her friends into the mirror. When Twilight wakes up she notices that she and her friends where in a different world, one that she hasn't seen before. She also notices that her body looked like it was made of ink as she still had her pony body as she and her friends seemed next to be some sort of massive box like machine that had a big bottle that labeled ink. She sees a human also looking at them too, before said human running away in fear. Can she and her friends find a way back to Equestria or will they be stuck in a world of ink?

A Bendy and the Ink Machine/ My Little Pony Crossover

Rated Teen for language

A new creature, completely unknown and unheard of in the world has arrived upon the land of Equestria. Seeing as the new creature is sapient and disoriented, Celestia offers the strange man, as he is called, a place to stay away from public view at Canterlot Castle. As the man struggles to regain his memory, the two soon find themselves becoming close to one another, enjoying time in sharing their pains, desires and pleasures and what its like to raise a family.

This story is a sequel to When the Man Comes Around

The fourth story in The Journey of Graves.

After their little trolling adventure, Sweetie Belle has decided that Graves would make a great big brother. Of course adoption's out of the question (after all, parents always say no), so that just means the Cutie Mark Crusaders will have to get creative.

Meanwhile, Rarity has taken an interest in Graves for completely different reasons. Just what does the prettiest girl in Ponyville see in the gruff, stern faced soldier? He has no idea and frankly, isn't sure he wants to find out.

It's been a while since you've had a proper day off. No work, no responsibilities, none of it. So, you're going to make the most of it by doing absolutely nothing. Your hammock is set up, your cooler is nice and full, and the shade underneath these Ponyville oak trees feels quite heavenly. Yup, it's going to be a good day.

Twilight, on the other hand, doesn't understand why you would want to do something so... mundane.

This story is a sequel to Harbinger, randomness of George

I'd tell you that you don't need to read the previous story, Harbinger, randomness of George, but given that I can't accurately summarize George in the loosest sense of the word. It is required reading.

It's a one shot, even if the end doesn't shout 'One Shot!' at your face holes.

Edit: I lied! MWAHAHAHAHA!

No Cover Art, because screw tradition.