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Intro: Good Times1,011 words
Chapter One: Interests of Science!2,050 words
Chapter Two: Dimensional Discussions.2,130 words
Chapter Three: Psh, show off.1,346 words
Chapter Four: Suspicious Suspenseful Spider-Man 1,670 words
Chapter Five: Pacifist no Longer!1,157 words
Chapter Six: Rise Of the Fallen!2,006 words
Chapter Seven: Reopened Destiny!1,957 words
Chapter Eight: End of The Line.791 words
Epilogue218 words

Chapter Five: Pacifist no Longer!

The pony just stared at him for what seemed like an eternity in the rain. He looked away towards the house and it had indeed crushed the room she was in. If Spider-Man had not been there, she would be dead. Either that or splattered all over. The boulder went through her bedroom and out the front of the house, creating a massive whole. Peter checked the damage, and made sure no other pony was inside.

"My... My house! You destroyed my house!" The little pony said. Her mane and coat was fuzzed up. With her blank expression, she looked absolutely befuddled. Peter was surprised that she wasn't scared of him; him being the alien and all. "All my instruments!"

"Listen, I'm sorry but-"

"Julie!" She screamed.

"There was another in there?!" Spider-Man yelled, getting ready to jump into the rubble.

"Yes! My cello!"

"Oh," Spider-Man facepalmed. "then nobody else got hurt."

"My cello!" She dived into the rubble, despite the glass shards and splintered wood.

Spider-Man stood up straight and started to become annoyed. He spurt a web line to the ponies hind hoof. She tried to jump, but landed on the ground with a "thump!". She growled and went after Peter, whom became surprised at her sudden aggravation. She thrashed her hooves at his legs, but couldn't get his face because of height differences. He grabbed her hooves and picked her up, but being gentle. She was a nasty one, if that.

"What's your problem? I just saved you!"

"You destroyed my house!" She growled again, "I've seen you at the park today. I know what you are." She squinted her big, round eyes ."You're trouble!" She kicked at his face, still hanging in the air by her two front hooves.

"I didn't do that! Actually, I have no clue what did." Peter murmured.

"Yes you did!" She began to sob in his chest, dampening his suit. She was pathetic, and absolutely adorable. Her black hair and gray coat reflected the moon's light. The rain fell harder, adding to the moment.

Peter was use to random events occurring, but not like this. Some random defenseless little mare was sleeping, when an alien busted through her window and yanked her outside. Not to mention the whole half of her house being destroyed. She continued to cry as Peter held her so he adjusted himself and sat down; cradling the stricken mare. After a short time alone, ponies crowded the house that collapsed. They whispered to each other in secrecy. Peter sat the crying mare where friends could care for her.

"Why would you do this?!" She cried, plopping down in the grass with her forehooves covering her face.

"I- I didn't!" Peter stated, trying to calm her down. If he would be accused, everyone would hate him! This is not the first time that happened. Remembering the incident with killing Osborn, Peter shivered.

"Peter!" Twilight ran up to Spider-Man, whom overlooked the incident. "You saved her!" She hugged his waste very tightly. If it weren't for his spider-strength, he'd be in pain. Ponies are strong!

"I saw the whole thing from my window! The boulder came from the forest!"

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying!" Peter agreed.

"What would do that though?!"

"I have no clue. Whatever it is, it's strong. Stronger than me."

"We should go see!"

"Let's just get out of here before I get accused even more."

"Alright."

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Octavia sat on the ground with her friends as they watched her house crumble. The alien came and destroyed her house! Her music, her instruments! For a minute, Octavia pondered at the thought. Her wonderful Julie was still in there, amongst the rubble! Maybe something was salvageable...

"It's ok, honey. You can stay with me." One of her friends, Lyra, cooed. "I'm sure that you can find another house somewhere better!"

"T-t-thanks Lyra." Octavia sobbed. The warm embrace of her friends helped the situation.

Secretly, in her mind, there was only one word that came up: REVENGE!

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Doc sat on the ground and slapped at his thoughts. This reality has gone all wrong. It feels like a nightmare. No longer could he conduct experiments. No longer could he see another human being. He was alone. Forever. Forever to be helded upon the grasp of insanity. Forever to love nothing. Forever to see nothing. Forever nothing.

He continued to sit and secretly pout to himself. Would he seriously be alone for the rest of his life? Was suicide an option? More awkward thoughts came to mind.

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Octavia sat on the soft couch that Lyra had to offer in her house. "Tonight feels like a nightmare." She thought. A nightmare that would never end. No longer would she have the sweet sound of her music run around the atmosphere. No longer would she be able to play the soft strings of her cello. No longer would she enjoy music.

She wanted to kill that spider, alien, thingy. She wanted to take her cello, and smash it on his head a million times. Her eyes began to water some more as she thought about no longer enjoying life without her beautiful Julie. Wait a second. Revenge. That's just what she needs! Revenge would make all her problems go away.

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Doc stood up, continuing to smash his iron limbs into the rain-soaked mud. He wants revenge on whatever stole his equipment! He smashed the ground again. He wants to peel their skin off! SMASH! He wants to rip them limb from limb! SMASH! He want's to... he want's to... The soil gave hold under him, and he tumbled down into a dark pit. Big, loud creatures howled and barked at the sudden change of roofing. Doc thrashed around in panic and hit something fleshy sending it down the tunnel. He fixed his blurry gaze and spotted his attackers. Two giant bull looking creatures. They were bipedal and looked as if were actual dogs.

"Ah! What is it?!" One dog barked.

"I don't know, but it looks angry! Let's get outta here!" The smaller one yipped, backing away.

Doc stood up and brushed off what mud stained his shirt. He spun around and looked up. The rain was slowly puddling the hole and more dirt crumbled from the holes creation. Doc started to wonder around until he fell upon a small dirt room. A small dirt room full of.... Yes... There it is...