• Published 5th Aug 2013
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Equestria's Most Wanted - gordobraveheart



Two of america's best old school rappers enter Equestria, and finish what they started.

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Resurrection

“Today is a dark day for hip-hop,” A news anchor said on channel 5, Fox News. “ Tupac Amuru Shakur, also known as the famous rapper Tupac or, “Makaveli”, has been gundowned in a drive-by shooting at an intersection in Las Vegas, Nevada. He was shot multiple times and is currently taking residence at Southern Nevada University Center.”


As soon as news hit of Tupac being shot spread to everyone around the world, millions upon millions began to worry and pray for the underground rapper to make his return, safely and at full health. Many people in the United States came from all around the country and gathered around the hospital, holding candles and singing his songs, wanting him to know that his fans are their for him. People believed he was going to walk out of this, just like he did when he was shot five times before in Manehattan.

However, praying and singing his songs was not enough to bring the rapper to his feet. Six days after the shooting, Tupac was proclaimed dead. His death was definitely one of the most shocking events of hip-hop history.

However, on the night Tupac died, something happened....


He opened his eyes, finding himself in a room filled with medical equipment, a closed window, and a bed surrounded by curtains. Tupac looked around the room he was in, and realized where he was. “Awe shit, again?” He said with a thug attitude in his voice.

He walked around and noticed the large amount of “get well soon” cards and flowers surrounding the curtain shielded bed. He walked up to the bed, and was about to open the curtain until he heard multiple voices singing one of his famous songs, “Changes.” He walked over to the window and moved the curtain, smiling at what he saw.

There was at least the whole city outside of the hospital, clapping their hands, waving candles softly in the air, and singing his song “Changes”, from beginning to end. Tupac felt warm as he saw his fans singing one of his songs, and as much as he wanted to open the window and let his fans know that he’s alive and breathing, a beeping noise coming from behind stopped him.

Tupac turned around to the bed surrounded by curtains, blocking his view. As he walked closer the bed, he could feel that something just wasn’t right. He slowly moved the curtains out of the way, and what he saw behind said curtains took his breath away.

There, in front of him, was his own body. He knew it was his own because of every single detail; his face, his nose ring, his goatee and the tattoo of the word, “Makaveli” was in the exact same spot. There was absolutely no doubt, Tupac was staring at himself.

The beeping of the machine began to faint, and soon, all he heard was a flatline.

2pac just stared at his body, motionless, until the door behind him opened. A nurse came into the room, smiling. “Okay Mr. Shakur it’s time for your...DOCTOR!!!”

Suddenly, at least three doctors started rushing into the room as Tupac backed away from his body and gritted his teeth. “Come on, doc. Do somethin’.”

Another nurse ran into the room, helping the other nurse and the three doctors push his body out of the room, and into the E.R. Tupac followed them, hoping that they were able to do anything.

He entered the room and witnessed a surgeon pull out the defibrillator, a device that sends an electrical shock into his heart and throughout the body. Tupac could see the surgeon charge them up as he rubbed them together and placing the device on his chest.

“Clear!” The surgeon said, sending 200 watts into his body. Tupac could only stare as the surgeon tried to revive him.

“Damn it, 500 watts more, we’re losing him!” The surgeon said as he placed the defibrillators on his chest. “Clear!”

Again, nothing. Tupac could see his own body jumping lifelessly from the machine, yet nothing is happening.

“Come on, you bastard! You ain’t dying on me! crank up the power, this is the last try...” The surgeon said as he began to charge of the device. Tupac saw the look of the nurses and the doctors, who were unsure of the method. “Dammit, I said do it!”

Tupac heard the machine crank into full blast, and could even hear the electrical current coming from it The surgeon placed it on Tupac’s body, and gave it one last try.


“CLEAR!”


“...That was all we had...I’m sorry, Tupac.”

Those were the last words that echoed throughout his head, repeatedly. Tupac could hear footsteps rushing behind him, and though he knew what was about to happen next, he turned around and walked away from seeing his body being placed in the bag.

As he walked out of the room, 2pac didn’t bother moving out of the way from the oncoming nurses and doctors, he just went right through them. Now, he really is Ghost.

He walked down a long hallway, where on the door of a nearby room, he could see a cross. Tupac couldn’t help but smile. “So this is how I die? Gundowned, and died in a hospital, right? Haha, ain’t that some shit..”

2pac walked away from the cross, still smiling. “So, where to now, God? Do I walk inside Thugz Mansion with my homies sippin’ forties? Or do I go down under?” As he walked down further the long hallway, he stopped by a nearby window that showed the outside, where he can still see his fans. He could also see his change of clothes, even though he doesn’t ever remember changing them.

2pac wore a white bandana, which was tied up across his forehead. He wore a black-T shirt, with regular blue jeans, and some Nike tennis shoes. “My fans really loved me, huh?” He said as he walked by the window, looking away. “Shit, I love you all too.”

Then, in front of his own very eyes, the end of the hallway began to shine a bright white, blinding Tupac and forcing him to shield his eyes. That’s when he remembered how when many people die, all they have to is keep walking until they reach their destination.

Well, that’s just was he was going to do, keep walking until he reached the light. He was only a few steps away from it, stareing deep into the light. What is beyond that light, he doesn’t know. His time has come, and he must now walk away from the Earth, and enter the land of peace.

Before he entered, Tupac took one final deep breath.

“You can’t keep a real nigga down.”

As he said his final words before leaving Earth, he entered the light, awaiting whatever was on the other side.


“Fuck is that smell?” Tupac grumbled tiredly as he placed his hand on his bald head to where he could feel a lingering headache. “Feels like ah nigga whooped mah ass.”

Taking in his surroundings, he noticed he was in an alley, propped against a dumpster, to make matters worse, it was raining, dark and he was damned cold.

“Hey buddy, you’ll catch your death out here sleeping it off in the rain,” A raspy yet feminine voice called out.

Tupac turned his head around towards the voice only to find a dark figure walking on four legs towards him, carting a few trash cans behind it with a wagon.

The figure didn’t seem to pay him much mind as it reared up on it hind legs and opened the dumpster he was propped against and emptied its cargo into it. “Besides my boss gets really mad when ponies hang around out here behind his business.”

Tupac stared at the creature slack jawed. He’d seen a lot of shit in his lifetime and although dark he knew that whatever had just opened its mouth to speak to him wasn’t another man. Struggling to raise to his feet the creature watched him carefully until he was standing at his full height now towering over it.

“Whoa buddy, you’re as big as a minotaur,” it said as it took a step back to get a better look at him.

Tupac eyes widened as he took a step back of his own and stumbled into the dumpster.

“Hey take it easy buddy, I think you’ve had one too many tonight,” It said as it made to assist him, only to be rewarded with a right hook to the jaw for its trouble.

The creature went tumbling backwards and Tupac took that opportunity to sprint away from it.

‘What the fuck was that, is a nigga goin crazy or some shit?’ Tupac thought as he dashed down the alleyway only to slip on the slick wet ground, and crashing hard. “God damn it…” he grumbled while trying to stand back up.

“Hey buddy!?” The same voice as before called after him. “I think you really need some help, you’re going to hurt yourself or somepony else!”

Tupac ignored the creature and continued to run until he finally reached the exit to where he was met with what he’d never expected to find. A bright city filled with neon lights and bustling streets. One similar to the Vegas strip with one major difference, it was overrun with creatures similar to the one he’d encountered in the alley.

Now that he had access to adequate lighting he could make out what they were. Horses by the look of them, tiny little pastel colored horses. He watched them in stunned silence as they dashed to and fro trying to get to their destinations, without getting too soaked in the process.

“I’ve finally caught you,” the creature Tupac now identified as a horse spoke up from a short distance behind him. “I’ve got to admit you’re pretty fast for something that runs on two legs, and you’ve got one mean punch to boot,” it said with a chuckle as it rubbed the spot where Tupac’s fist had kissed it.

Tupac crooked his neck and stared down at the small horse and scrutinized it carefully. Its coat was a deep purple, and its mane a platinum blonde. “How in the fuck is a horse talking?” Tupac asked bluntly. “A nigga dies and wakes up to this shit, God must be fuckin wit me.”

“First off I’d appreciate it if you don’t call me a horse,” the creature said with a narrow brow. “Not that I have anything against them, but I’m a pony. Better yet, call me by name, it’s Mixtape.”

Tupac shook his head at the ridiculousness of his situation. “This ain’t my idea of thug heaven, where the fuck are the hoes, homies, blunts and forties?” he muttered.

“Thug heaven?” Mixtape echoed, “Fraid I don’t know what that is, but regardless I think you really should get out of the rain.” Mixtape advised. “Especially with you being so…furless, that’s not something I should be concerned about is it?”

“No,” Tupac answered dryly as he looked down at his drenched clothing, then back at Mixtape. “And where is a nigga supposed to go?”

“Just follow me, I’ll get you dried off,” Mixtape said as she turned on her hooves and started to walk away.

Tupac didn’t follow immediately choosing to weigh his options, before realizing he really only had two. Either freeze his balls off in the rain, or take the offer of someone he’d just punched in the face, he chose the latter.

“So big guy, you’ve got a name?” Mixtape asked as she looked behind to stare at Tupac. “Or a species for that matter, I’ve never seen anything like you around, and Las Pegasus get’s all kinds of creatures passing through.”

Tupac stopped in his tracks. “You bull shitin wit me right, you sayin you ain’t ever seen another nigga around this motherfucker before?”

Mixtape stopped as well. “Nope you’re the first nigga I’ve ever seen.”

Tupac shook his head “No people, humans, whatever the fuck you want to call em, you ain’t seen none?”

Mixtape quirked her brow, “Sorry no, I’m telling you, you’re the first, I mean where did you come from anyway?”

“East Harlem, Manhattan” Tupac answered.

“Manhattan, you mean Manehattan?” Mixtape corrected.

“No I mean Manhattan, like I said.” Tupac snapped back.

Mixtape shrugged, “Fine Manhattan, I’ll take your word for it, now can we get out of the rain already, even I’m starting to get cold.”

Tupac simply nodded as he removed his shirt to alleviate a bit of the coldness from the wet material.

Mixtape couldn’t help but stare at the numerous tattoos, on his chest and arms. “Whoa I’ve never seen so many cutie marks before, how many talents does one pony need?”

Tupac followed Mixtape’s eyes to his tattoos before he made the connection. “Only one, being a real nigga.”

Author's Note:

Hope you all enjoy'd this chapter Sonson-Sensei and I worked on. Will there be more, we don't know. We both got fics to work on, and schools starting back up in a month for me.

Anyways, look forward to these too busting mad rhymes, because shit just got real in Equestria.

Have nice day!