Admin Abuse

by blackhotmetal

First published 3rd of December, 2018

What do you do if you are the Admin of a world of ponies? Use your power on a whim obviously, or don't I guess.

A guy named Dante gets Administrator privileges on a Minecraft server and discovers a broken plugin while doing server development. The next day he wakes up in a curious new world with all his admin abilities. Will he make friends, or will the ponies fear his power? His appearance will change history. Whether the change is good or bad is up to him to decide.

Edited by the fantastic: Doggyshakespeare

I am going to do my best to implement some reader driven content, as non intrusively as possible.

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Chapter One (Edited)

Author's Notes:

This chapter has been edited! Most of the work goes to Doggyshakespeare! Literally the best editor ever!
Comments and criticism are welcome!
The discord link is real and you can talk to me or my fantastic editor there!
Link- https://discord.gg/ejXtg9s

"Ahhh…" Dante sighed as he sat down after a long day at work. "I wonder if Sarah ever got around to updating my privileges on the server," he thought out loud. He flicked his hand across both of his monitors and his PC case, hitting all of the power buttons, and leaned back in his desk chair, watching the lights come on as the electronics came to life. After entering his password, he quickly checked his phone to see if he had any notifications going off. Satisfied that he had no new messages, he set it to 'Do Not Disturb' and put his headphones on. He opened his Minecraft launcher and started up the game.

"OK…" Dante mumbled to himself while scrolling through his long list of saved server IPs. "There you are! Natura, found ya." Upon logging in, he checked the list of online players in the Tab key menu, only to see nobody online but him. "Oh come on, Sarah, you said you would be on after five," Dante grumbled.

A few seconds later:

Silverxs153 joined the game

<NotDustYet> SARAH WHY YOU LATE??????

<Silverxs153> Oh you are already online!

<Silverxs153> I was getting ready to message you.

<Silverxs153> Sorry.

<NotDustYet> It's OK.

<NotDustYet> Did you add my perms yet?

<Silverxs153> No, I was gonna do that today…

"Ugh, why do you take so long to do these things, Sarah?" Dante complained to no one in particular. He walked his character up to Silverxs153 and started running in circles, jumping, and punching the air out of boredom.

[Server: Opped NotDustYet]

<NotDustYet> Uh did you mean to do that????

<Silverxs153> What?

<NotDustYet> OP me????

<Silverxs153> Yeah, I'm giving you Admin so you can do all the boring stuff like making roles. I trust you anyways.

<Silverxs153> Oh and here's the new rulebook. Feel free to copy it and distribute to anyone who joins, OK?

Silverxs153 tossed a written book on the ground for Dante to pick up. He skimmed the book. 'Do not grief/hack/exploit the server. All large builds must be zoned and approved by the Owner BEFORE BUILDING. Do not just dig random holes in the ground, it is ugly and ruins the landscape. Building a large build without proper zoning or approval may lead to it being removed. Do not disrespect staff. Admin abuse can be reported to the Owner on the server’s Discord. Have fun! Link to Discord - https://discord.gg/ejXtg9s'

<NotDustYet> Aight cool. Is anything already zoned?

<Silverxs153> Nah.

<Silverxs153> I just started the server two days ago remember?

<Silverxs153> I gotta go. Dinner.

<NotDustYet> :P OK bye.

Silverxs153 left the game.

"Huh," Dante said, mildly surprised. "Never been opped so easily on a server before. The rules are kinda strict but understandable; guess that's how she wants to run it." Dante put himself into Creative mode before copying a stack of the book and placing it in the top of his inventory. "What to do now?” he said to hopefully get his brain churning. I should probably get on those roles, but I also want to build a pretty spawn. I probably need to get the spawn zoned, though, Dante reasoned with himself for a few moments. I wonder what kind of plugins we have for the Admins. I need to know that before I can properly make roles with perms. He typed /plugins and was not disappointed with the results.

AdminEssentials, Essentials, Coloredtexts, Powertools, WorldEdit, Ę̸̵̖̭̯͔͍̼͖̝Ŗ҉̛̯̺̮͕̝̘̺̱̬̀R҉͏̫͉̥̫̝̬̹̮̤̤̞̗͔̭̙̣͠

"Odd," Dante questioned as he saw the last plugin on the list. "Maybe it’s just not loaded right. I'll tell Sarah to restart the server when she gets back and see if that fixes it," he thought out loud. Well, better to get to it sooner rather than later, Dante thought as he opened up Notepad++. He started with the owner role because it was the easiest. He didn't have to add any perms because the owner would obviously always be opped or have access to the server console, so he started off by making the little pretty colored prefix tags for all of the roles.

After a solid two hours of JavaScript aided by a bit of YouTube to fix little mistakes, he had all of the roles set up. Dante sent the file to Sarah with instructions on where to put it in the server folders. He stood up from his desk, yawned, and stretched, making several satisfying pops. He then walked downstairs to his kitchen, grabbed a glass of ice water, and made his way back up to his bedroom. After putting the glass of water on his nightstand, the mentally exhausted Dante flopped onto his bed.

Minutes passed as he slowly drifted off to sleep. In its boredom, his mind wandered to the error in the plugin list. The more he thought about it, the more unusual it seemed. With his curiosity now overpowering his tiredness, he rolled off his bed onto his feet and sat back down in front of his computer. After jiggling his mouse to get rid of the screen saver, he rejoined the server and checked to see if Sarah had added the roles he made yet. He typed a test chat message and saw a bright red Admin prefix and yellow text. Dante smiled, seeing that he got it right the first time and didn't have to go back and re-edit the roles. I’ll also just assume that the name tag prefix is also working since everything else seems to be, he thought. The server had to have been restarted for his roles to now be working, so he assumed the error was now gone. But just to be thorough, he thought to himself as he again typed /plugins.

It was still there. "Odd, I'd thought a restart would fix it." He tried to see if maybe it was supposed to be like that by doing /help err. The result was less than helpful, as all it gave him was the command /err help. "OK, seems about right," Dante joked to himself. He typed /err help. The result was

Incorrect argument for command
/err help<--[HERE]

"Wow. Very useful," he deadpanned. Following the rabbit trail, he typed /err.

Both of his monitors went black for a second then came back on, as if he had just adjusted the resolution. Dante dismissed this as a graphical glitch. He saw that his character had been teleported to a new location above a forest. Strange, he thought. Well, Admin duty calls! He pushed the Tab key to see if any other players were online. When he pressed it, instead of getting the usual list of names and connection levels, his game froze. He let go of the Tab key and the game unfroze as if nothing had happened at all. Okay? He typed in /spawn and was teleported to the position he was already at, above the forest. Alright, spawn is in the sky now. Guess I'll do it the old fashioned way and see what I can see. I hope Sarah doesn't get mad.

Nearly half an hour had passed, and the sun had just fallen below the horizon in game. He had seen nothing but forest. Suddenly, a chunk loaded in with the end of the forest on it. "Finally, something besides just trees," Dante mumbled. He turned and flew in that direction. Ooh what do we have here? he thought as he spotted a small building.

Nearing it, he typed /vanish to hide himself so as to not disturb whomever may be inside. Neat, a house that is made to look like a tree. Looks like nobody is home. This should be fine since it’s not a large build. He circled around the tree and noticed a path that led away from an entrance. More, perhaps? Dante followed the path to be met by a town across a short bridge. "Oh, neat. Apparently people build entire towns in less than two hours." He laughed incredulously. He peeked at the server Discord and saw that there were no new messages in the zoning channel. "This probably counts as a large build," he said, shaking his head. "Time to find the builder."

Dante walked his character down the dark empty path. When he reached the end of the path, there was a cobble bridge that lead into a plaza and a large, circular building ahead of him. "That looks important. Maybe the builder is in there." He walked up to the doors and opened one to see light shining through another door, probably an office, further in. After walking up to the door and un-vanishing himself, he opened it to find a default-skinned player just standing and staring at a desk. Noticing that the door was open, they jumped back a bit.

He heard a startled squeak through the game sound, and voice say, "H-Hello? Can I help you?"

“Yeah, is this your town?” Dante typed in the chat. The player made no indication that they saw his message in the chat as they did not respond and were inching away slowly.

"Um, the town hall is closed, so… if you could come back tomorrow morning… maybe I could help you out?" the voice said again.

"Did they add a voice chat feature?" Dante asked himself out loud. "If they can’t see chat, maybe I could use a sign?" Dante gave himself a few signs, placed one, and asked the question again on a sign.

"Y-yes, I suppose it is," the player's voice confirmed. "I am the mayor of this town."

Dante placed another sign asking, ‘Did you zone this build?’

"Um, what do you mean?" she asked.

He destroyed the previous signs and placed new ones saying, ‘Look, I know this town isn't zoned. Just get it zoned and approved by the Owner by tomorrow night and there won’t be any issues. I am giving you a rule book containing all the information you need to get it zoned.’ Dante then tossed one of his copied rule books to the player.

The player picked up the rule book and looked it over. "Thank you… I suppose? Um, could I get your name?" she asked.

He placed a sign and typed, 'ADMIN: NotDustYet. What is yours? I can't seem to see your name tag.’

She nervously answered, "Mayor Mare."

Dante placed one last sign, abruptly ending his chat, saying, ‘I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow.’ He cleared his inventory of signs, left the building, vanished, and then logged off. "That was kind of odd," he said. He turned off his computer, monitors, and flopped down on his bed. His mind drifted back to the strange voice chat conversation with the other player as he fell asleep.

Chapter Two (Edited)

Today had been awful. Mayor Mare had drawn the short straw as far as the workload today. All of her secretaries and aides had gone home many hours ago, and were now most definitely asleep in their comfy beds. Mayor Mare was not. She was doing paperwork. Her desk was piled high with parchments and scrolls that needed to be done by tomorrow. She lightly ran a hoof through her mane and slumped down a little lower while staring at an official complaint document. It was describing something about a certain pink Element of Harmony waking up their foal in the middle of the night with her loud ‘noises’. Why did I ever get involved in politics? she thought. I just want to go home and deal with all of this tomorrow.

Just then, the door to her office slammed open. She jumped a bit at the sudden noise. In the doorway stood a large imposing figure with small eyes, pale skin with no fur, and a patch of mane on the top of its head. It was standing on its two hind legs, wearing a blue robe, and staring right at her. "H-Hello? Can I help you?" Mayor Mare asked, hoping that it, whatever it was, could understand her.

It just continued to stand there for a minute staring at her. She started inching away, withering under the creature's gaze and cautiously said, "Um, the town hall is closed, so… if you could come back tomorrow morning… maybe I could help you out?" She was about to wave a hoof in front of the face of the creature since it seemed to be totally blanking out, only to have it suddenly have what looked like a sign in its hand and turn completely around. She leaned to the side to see if she could peek around and see what the creature was doing. It took the sign and slammed the post into the ground with one hand, firmly staking it. It then stood still staring at the sign.

She was about to say something to the creature about ruining her floor when it sidestepped and turned to face her. She looked at the sign again to see that the question 'Is this your town?' was burned into the surface of the sign.

"Y-yes, I suppose it is," she stuttered nervously. "I am the mayor of this town."

She noticed the creature once again just staring at her. It turned around again, slamming another sign through the floorboards. This sign asked, ‘Did you zone this build?’

Mayor Mare read this sign and was confused. What does this creature mean by “zone”?"Um, what do you mean?" she asked.

The creature turned again to the signs. She braced herself for another loud hole in her floor. Instead of slamming another sign down, the creature punched one of the signs. It shredded apart on contact with its fist, showering the larger room outside the office with splinters. The second one soon followed. Mayor Mare's eyes widened at the realization that that could have been her, and she may have just made it angry considering how it hit the signs.

The creature wasted no time in slamming another sign perfectly into the hole the first one was in. It paused for a moment before doing the same with three more. The first, again, was perfectly stuck in the other existing hole, and the other two were seemingly attached onto the walls of the office, despite the fact that no nails could be seen. It turned to face her once again and sidestepped to let her read the signs.

They read, 'Look, I know this town isn't zoned. Just get it zoned and approved by the Owner by tomorrow night and there won’t be any issues. I am giving you a rule book containing all the information you need to get it zoned.' The creature then tossed a book unceremoniously on the floor, causing Mayor Mare to flinch.

She picked up the book tentatively and set it on her desk. "Thank you…" she half asked. "…I suppose?" she added under her breath. Hoping to let some of the tension that had built up in the room she asked, "Um, could I get your name?"

Immediately she regretted the decision as the creature slammed yet another sign through the floor. A short time passed, and it moved aside so she could see the sign: 'ADMIN:NotDustYet.' She subconsciously shuffled nervously at the strange but intimidating sounding title. Under the name was more: 'What is yours? I can't seem to see your name tag.'

She didn't know why it thought she would be wearing a name tag, but she answered anyway. "Mayor Mare," she said with a slightly nervous edge to her voice. She was about to ask it to elaborate on the 'zoning' thing when it stabbed another sign into the ground, effectively ruining more of her office floor. This one said, 'I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow.'

Without further delay, the being turned and quickly walked out of the building. Mayor Mare watched it exit the front door and abruptly disappear. She just stood there, looking at the spot that the 'ADMIN' was standing in as if something was going to happen. Nothing happened. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She closed the front door and turned around to assess the damaged floor. There were splinters everywhere and the signs were still stuck fast in the places where the creature had put them. Mayor Mare threw her hooves up and cried in defeat, "I give up. I'll get somepony to deal with it tomorrow."

Morning

Dante stirred in his sleep. Something wasn't right. It was too bright and his bed was too hard. He rolled over, only to get a mouthful of dirt and gravel. "Ack," Dante gagged as he sat upright and spit out the foul taste of earth. He opened his eyes and was met with the sight of a dirt road. "Where the heck am I?! How did I get here?" Dante cried as he quickly scanned his surroundings. Was I kidnapped in my sleep? Did the government do this? What is going on? his mind raced. When he looked down, he was shocked to see nothing. He practically screamed in alarm, "AM I DEAD?!"

Calm down, calm down… Panicking does nothing for anyone. Well, I can feel my limbs and taste the dirt. I must just not be able to see them, he rationalized. It's as if I'm in /vanish. He reached over to pick up a rock, but it seemed to slip right through his fingers and not move at all. Huh, just like /vanish. I can observe but not interact. He looked up to the sky to see the sun was near its peak. He guessed it was about eleven-thirty or noon.

Just as he was starting to get his bearings, he heard footsteps behind him. He began to panic, but remembered that he was invisible. Probably, he thought. He turned around and saw a familiar building. Hey, it's that town hall from the… Mine… His thoughts broke up as the situation seemed to have made itself a little more complicated. The footsteps he was hearing were coming from around the side of the building. Around the corner came a very strange animal: a hot pink and somewhat disfigured horse with giant eyes.

"Hiya new pony, I'm-," the little pink horse started but abruptly stopped, seeing no one around. Dante felt his eyes nearly bug out of his head at the sight of a talking horse. What did I eat last night? he wondered as he watched the little crayon-colored equine look under a rock for something. "I could have sworn somepony new was in town! My Pinkie Sense is always right," the girl—Dante assumed it was a girl from its high-pitched voice—said aloud. "Guess they like to play hide and seek," she squeaked happily as she hopped away.

"That was bizarre," Dante said as he stood up. He dusted himself off out of habit and took a better look at the building. "Yeah, it looks like the one from the server, but it’s much more detailed and less… square," he said. Does that mean that I just went up to some random person and told them I would destroy their whole town if they didn't ask Sarah to spare it? he thought. I should probably go and apologize.

He walked up to the door and tried to knock on it. No sound. He tried pushing the door. It didn't budge an inch. Oh, right, /vanish. "Hmm," he hummed to himself, thinking of a way to un-vanish. "Un-vanish," he yelled. He looked down to see no change. Nice. He tried thinking of reappearing, but there was still no result. More small horses were walking up and down the road now. Since none of them paid him any mind, he dismissed them. Hmm, how would I do this normally… keyboard? Dante raised his hands up as if they were on a keyboard at stomach level.

The world immediately stopped around him. The colors were muted. All conversations from the horses and all noise, silenced. He could see his arms and body now. Under his hands was a black keyboard with glowing letters. In front of him was a white-bordered black box with a blinking white cursor in it. "Whoa," Dante awed. He poked the side of the keyboard, expecting it to bob around. It instead was static and didn't move at all. He pressed a key and the corresponding letter appeared in the black box. "OK, this works," he chuckled. He typed in /vanish and hit enter. The world resumed, color came back to life, and noise started right where it had left off. He looked down to see that he could still see himself. He was different from how he remembered, though.

He didn't have time to explore that, as he heard screams from the road behind him. He whipped his head around to see two more brightly colored horses running away full tilt, screaming their heads off. With the way they are screaming, I wouldn't be surprised to hear 'the horror!' or 'oh, the humanity!’, he thought jokingly.

"THE HORROR!" one of them wailed.

Dante then doubled over wheezing. Oh my god, did that really just happen? He had a hard time thinking through the convulsive laughing. "Oh, my stomach! *wheeze* It hurts! That's so *wheeze* dumb," he said, trying to calm himself. He took a deep breath and regained his composure. He turned back around to face the doors. "OK," he steeled himself for what might be torches and pitchforks.

Three knocks on the door was all it took for someone inside to holler, "This is a public building, door’s open." Dante pushed the door open and stepped inside the town hall. There were little horses of varying colors all over the large room, sweeping up splinters of wood and char. The office from before still had the signs in the doorway, seemingly preventing it from closing. He locked eyes with a light brown horse in the room. This seemed to send her into a panic because her pupils shrank and her bored look shifted to a visage of pure horror. All of the other equines in the room seemed to have noticed him at this point. Every single one stopped what they were doing and chose to instead silently move as far away as possible and hide behind or under something.

"Uh, is there one 'Mayor Mare' I can speak with?" Dante asked aloud. The light brown horse visibly flinched at that. "They are about six foot two, teal shirt, blue jeans…" he continued, "…Not a horse… Anyone seen 'em?"

"I'm Mayor Mare," the light brown one squeaked out.

"No, you aren't. Mayor Mare isn't a horse. I literally just said that," Dante countered.

"I'm a pony, not a horse, and yes, I am Mayor Mare," she retorted. Ah, pony. Yeah, that makes way more sense, Dante thought.

"OK, pony. What did I tell the mayor last night, then?" Dante knew he had her there.

"You told ME that I needed to get the town zoned," she said, a bit peeved at his attitude. She quickly realized her mistake as she once again noticed the bits and pieces of wood strewn about the floor. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude," she said, hoping to not have angered the creature—‘ADMIN:NotDustYet’ as she was reminded by the sign in front of her. She smiled nervously.

Dante noticed her unease. "It's OK. I still don't believe you though." He then put his hands up like they were on a keyboard again. The world froze once more. "Wow, that is so weird." He typed /tp NotDustYet <Mayor Mare> into the box and hit enter. The world resumed. Instead of feeling like he had moved, as he had expected, it felt like the world had moved to him. It was instantaneous and he was now behind the light brown pony, within arm’s reach. Huh, guess that works too. Neat, Dante thought.

Mayor Mare looked around and sighed. "Phew, glad that's over with," she said relaxing a bit. She heard the sound of rustling cloth behind her and turned around to see the 'ADMIN' creature right there. She shrieked as she jumped back and bumped her desk.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down, Mayor Mare," Dante said, making a calming motion with his hands. "I believe you now. Also, we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. Can we talk?"

Mayor Mare did some breathing exercises and calmed down. After a bit, she shakily said, "Alright, I'm calm. We can talk."

Author's Notes:

Round two! Bam, anothah one!
I am writing this as I go. I have a general idea of where i want the story to go but suggestions are always nice. Criticism is always appreciated.

This chapter has been edited by: Doggyshakespeare, and myself!
(mostly Doggyshakespeare)

Hope you enjoyed!

Chapter Three (Edited)

Mayor Mare sat down in her office chair, and across the desk, Dante stood with his arms crossed. "Uh, so…" Dante started, as an awkward silence filled the room. "Yeah. Um… sorry about that yesterday… what with the signs and all," he finally managed to say while eyeing the unintended destruction scattered across the floor. "I'm sure you have questions and I'm willing to answer them for you," he said while forcing a smile.

"Ah, yes, I do actually have a few questions." Mayor Mare seemed to perk up a bit upon seeing the non-hostile and apologetic approach he was trying. "Mister ADMIN:NotDustYet, could you explain the-"

She was suddenly cut off as the front doors of the building exploded in a bright purple flash. Mayor Mare shrieked and turned to face the explosion, and Dante had a startled and concerned look on his face. Smoke filled the building as Dante turned his head to face Mayor Mare. "What the heck was that?” he cried.

"I have no idea," she responded.

"WHERE ARE YOU, MONSTER?" a raspy voice yelled through the smoke. Dante turned his attention to the direction the voice came from.

A bright blue blur came through the smoke, headed right for Dante's face. He instinctively put his arm up and flinched. Something bumped into his arm, then a loud thump echoed through the building. He put his arm down and looked up around the area where the blue blur came from, but saw nothing. He heard a groan come from the floor right in front of him. Looking down, he saw a mythical creature that had blue fur and hair with all the colors of the visible light spectrum. It was also crumpled up on the floor like it had been hit by a semi. "Holy schnikes Batman, it's a pegasus!" he said, more to himself than to anyone else. Wait, how did it not bowl me over? It had to be going like forty miles an hour, he thought.

"Stop right there, you monster." Dante looked up to see a group of four very colorful ponies standing in the remains of the front doors as the smoke cleared. There was an orange one with a stetson on, a white one with a horn, a purple one with both a horn and wings that was standing in the front of the group, and a yellow one in the back. They all looked pretty mad for some reason. Well, all except for the yellow pegasus, who was currently hiding behind the white unicorn and looked like it wanted to turn invisible. Wait, we have UNICORNS now?! Dante's mind screamed.

The purple one noticed and gaped at the unconscious and badly-battered-looking Skittles advertisement on the ground. The shocked look was quickly replaced with a glare. "What did you do to Rainbow Dash?" the purple unicorn–pegasus hybrid demanded. What would that be called? A unicus, unisus, pegacorn, two-eyed one-horned flying purple-people-eater?

That last thought made a smirk slip onto Dante's face. This only enraged the purple-people-eater more. Dante quickly cleared his face and tried to say, "Wait! This is a mis-" He blanched as the pega-uni-pony charged at him. That horn looks mighty sharp there, pardner, he thought as he quickly glanced around for an escape route. The pony skidded to a halt on the hardwood floor stopping about five feet away. It pointed its uni-horn at him and started glowing a light purple. As the light grew in intensity, he thought, I've got a bad feeling about this.

Suddenly, the purple glow turned into a blinding flash. Dante, oh so gracefully, flailed his whole body to the side and landed on his stomach on the ground a few feet to the right of where he had been standing. Glancing back, he saw a sharp beam of energy blast through the space he had been occupying a second ago. An immense roar filled the air, accompanied by a heatwave that he swore could melt the sun.

As the sound and light died down, the purple murder machine fell over from what looked like fatigue. Some of its hairs were singed, but surprisingly, the blue pegasus, presumably the one named Rainbow Dash, was behind it unharmed. Well, aside from its apparent date with the front end of a train, he thought. Dante's eyes drifted from the pony terminator and the living rainbow to the direction the laser beam went. He felt a knot form in his stomach when he saw a perfect three foot diameter smoldering hole in the wall of the building. Behind that was a giant chunk of forest now carved out like a glacier valley, except that it was black and smoldering as well. That could have been me. That could have been ME! his thoughts yelled. He slowly turned his head to face the rest of the group of now equally surprised and terrified ponies.

"Are you OK?" the timid yellow pegasus asked.

"Am I OK?" Dante parroted. "That could have been me standing there!" he cried as he pointed a finger at the giant hole in the wall and forest. "Friggin' unbelievable! What even is that thing?" he yelled hysterically whilst gesturing at the purple pony, "Doctor Evil's latest creation?!" The yellow pony hid its face under its hooves at his outburst.

"Now calm down, buddy. Twilight ain't evil," the stetson pony said in a southern drawl.

"Calm down?! I nearly just got disintegrated!" he choked out.

The white one glanced at the orange one and said, "Yes, we saw that. Perhaps we could deescalate this situation a touch?" Dante decided that, since the lavender laser gun was currently out of service, it would be best to just try to talk it out. He took a few deep breaths and let his stress level recede a bit. "Since we are all acting like civilized ponies now maybe we can get this mess sorted without the use of violence, Yes?" Still shaken, Dante thought, Violence? More like tactical nukes.

A groaning cut through his thoughts. He immediately assumed that the purple one had awoken and was going to try to 'final flash' him again. He scrambled up into a defensive stance. There was silence for a few seconds then he heard, "Ugh. My head is killing me. It feels like I sonic rainboomed into the side of Canterlot Mountain."

"Rainbow, you're awake," the white one pointed out, walking over to check on the stirring blue pegasus.

"Rarity? What happened?" Rainbow asked as she shakily rolled over and sat up to her haunches. Oh thank god, now I can't get blamed for an accidental death, Dante thought.

Death-Pony-9000 stirred. Dante immediately reacted by ducking behind an overturned chair. "What did I miss, girls?" purple Satan slurred. Definitely nothing west of here, he thought nervously.

"Twilight, good tah see yah up and kickin'," the orange one said.

"Where did the monster go? Did it get away? Is Rainbow alright?" the now named Twilight asked hurriedly.
Since most of the tension had left the room and no more explosions or death beams were flying around, Mayor Mare decided to speak her mind whilst glaring daggers, "All of you… GET. OUT. NOW." Dante had no problem with bolting out of the now doorless building as he definitely did not want to see any more lethal pony tricks today. Sprinting like his life depended on it, he ran in the opposite direction of the town. He was gone and ain't nobody’s gonna stop him.

Later

By the time he had reached the edge of the forest, his adrenaline was already wearing off, and thoughts were coming in more rationally. This made him realize, I just SPRINTED for like fifteen minutes straight and I'm not even out of breath. I also could have used the console at any point in that whole fiasco and it would have been much less traumatizing. He inhaled deeply.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH," he screamed at the top of his lungs venting his frustration at his own ignorance. "Stupid," he scolded himself, punctuating the word with a hard punch to the trunk of a tree. Instead of the expected reverberating pain up his arm, he was met with the center of the tree trunk exploding away from his hand, littering the ground with splinters while not leaving so much as a scratch on his knuckles. The top half of the tree fell to the ground with a deafening crash. "So I was even in Creative the whole time too?" He shook his head and chuckled a bit. "Well, at least I know I have nothing to be afraid of now. I should go back and try to talk again. Surely they will have calmed down a bit by the time I get back to town to refrain from shooting lasers at me," he reasoned. Not that it matters now that I know I'm freaking invincible. Yeah I'll go back. Maybe later though. For now I just want to chill for a bit. With his thoughts in order, he started to observe his surroundings.

He found a small pond just inside the treeline and took a look at his reflection. He decided to do a little self-inspection to see how he had changed. The person staring back at him had light skin, blue eyes, light brown hair and freckles. He was wearing a short blue and gold trimmed robe with slightly large sleeves. It felt like it was made from silk, but it was very thick. It was not stuffy despite the thickness. Underneath was a plain white T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, and on his feet were a pair of black running shoes with white soles. All in all, he looked like his Minecraft skin, but alive and not 32-bit. As he admired his reflection, he remembered a line from a funny video series he saw once. "Dang, I'm looking GOOOOOD!"

Author's Notes:

I'll write till I drop. (or run dry on plotline) I'll probably drop first though. I have so many IDEAS!!!
Criticism is welcome. If you don't like the story let me know why so I can use your advice to improve as a writer.

I changed the interaction between Dante and Twilight a bit. I hope that it is more coherent and my idea is conveyed more accurately.
This chapter has been edited by Doggyshakespeare and myself

Chapter Four (Edited)

Author's Notes:

Thanks for all the feedback! I didn't think this story would get any attention like it has.
Enjoy the chapter!
Leave a comment or a criticism if you feel like it.
This chapter has been edited by Doggyshakespeare

Dante chuckled at his own joke and tore his gaze away from the surface of the pond. I really wonder what I can do with all these console commands. I could become a GOD, he thought as a devilish smile crept onto his face. He brought his hands up, thinking about a keyboard being underneath them. The world froze again and the box appeared. Oh, so that's what a bird looks like mid-flight, he thought as he looked up to his left at the frozen bird. Yep, still looks like a bird. What should I try first? he pondered. Well, /gamemode seems about as good as any.

He keyed in /gamemode survival and hit enter. The world came back to life. Dante didn't notice any real changes at first; after a moment, however, he started to notice a familiar feeling. Hunger. "I guess that leads to the next test then," Dante thought out loud. He reopened the console and typed /give NotDustYet cooked_beef and hit enter again. He felt a hot and wet sensation in his right hand, which startled him into dropping whatever had touched him. He turned to look at the offending object and saw a very juicy, perfectly grilled T-bone steak now lying in the grass. "Aww," he whined in disappointment at the loss of a perfectly good cut of meat. "Dante, you moron, you asked for a steak, and then you freak out and drop it when it's given to you," he scolded himself.

Behind him, he heard a rustling in the bushes. Nope, he thought while putting his hands up and changing his game mode to Creative once again. A small wolf that looked like it was made from tree bark and sticks popped out of the bushes and darted towards Dante. He flinched out of reflex but quickly relaxed remembering his current invulnerable state of being. Instead of trying to bite or maul him like he had expected, the small pup snatched the steak up off the ground, glanced at Dante, and ran back into the bushes. Well, that was anticlimactic, he thought. Yeah, but I think I could go without getting attacked again today, invincible or not.

He went back to evaluating the abilities of his commands. This time he tried giving himself a stick with the command /give NotDustYet stick. When the world resumed, he was holding a stick as if he had been before he went into the console. He inspected the stick in his hand; rather than being some random branch, it was a two or three foot long, perfectly round dowel a couple of inches in diameter. Hey, this is pretty nice, he thought, while a mischievous smile spread across his face.

Dante reopened the command line and did /enchant NotDustYet knockback 2 and hit enter.
Instead of the world resuming a red message popped up above the box stating,

Stick cannot support that enchantment

"Oh yeah, I can’t enchant non-equipment with that command," Dante remembered. He put the stick under his armpit and held it there while he tried /clear NotDustYet stick. The stick disappeared without a trace, as if it were never there to begin with. Dante nodded with satisfaction. I may not be able to enchant items, but I can GIVE enchanted items.

He chuckled as he brought his arms up. With a preliminary wave of his fingers he set to typing the long command. He entered /give NotDustYet stick{Enchantments:[{id:knockback,lvl:1000}]} 1 into the console. He looked into his hand to see what looked like the same stick, but this one was glowing and occasionally had minuscule lightning discharges into the surrounding air. Dante stared at the stick, mesmerized by its smoothly flowing yet angry looking arcane aura. I wonder what it tastes like, he wondered. I shall wait no more! I will taste magic! He touched his tongue to the stick, only to find that it tasted like a stick. Mm, wood with a hint of ozone. My favorite, he thought, underwhelmed.

"Without further ado, time to see if this thing works," he said excitedly while picking up a small rock. He tossed the marble sized pebble into the air and swung the stick like a baseball bat while calling, "Batter SWING." There was a small sound of the rock hitting the stick then the sound of a bullet ricochet. Dante looked at his target tree to see a gouge cut out of the left side of the trunk. "Yeah, maybe tone it down a notch," he said, nervously eyeing the stick and the gash in the tree. He cleared the stick. Yeah, I'm not leaving that lying around for murder ponies to find, he thought. He gave himself another stick, this time with Knockback ten instead of one thousand. The aura on this stick was much more subdued and calm, like a rippling brook. There was also no lightning arcing from of this one.

As Dante stared at the beautiful patterns flowing across the stick, his vision started to darken near the bottom. He blinked and looked down to see what it was, only for it to disappear. He looked at the stick again and it came back. He continued to concentrate on the stick and what looked like the Minecraft item tooltip display came into focus. It showed him that what he was looking at was a stick and that it was enchanted with Knockback ten. He blinked and looked away from the stick and it was gone. Neat, now I know it's a stick. Very helpful, Dante thought. He picked up another pebble. Aiming at the same tree, he tossed the rock up and lightly tapped it with the stick. The pebble arced forward a few feet and landed on the ground right in front of the tree. That seems way safer, he thought.

Dante tried shoving the stick into his jeans pocket to find the whole thing quickly slid in up to his arm. Startled, he pulled his hand out to see that it was fine. He also had no stick. "Oh yeah, inventory!" he said. He stuck his hand back in his pocket to find nothing. "Crap. How do I use it?" He thought of the stack of books he had in his inventory that Sarah had given him. He felt a smooth, leathery surface brush his fingers. He reached a little and grasped it, pulling it out. He now was holding a book with the words ‘Natura Rules’ on the cover. Below the title was ‘by Silverxs153’. Well, there's that, he thought. Guess I don't really need this anymore. He tossed the book over his shoulder. Hearing a huge commotion of pages and books falling behind him, he turned around to see what looked like a small library strewn across the grass, though all of the books were exactly the same. I just dropped the whole stack, didn't I? He sighed, "Ugh, now I gotta clean this mess up."

In Town

Twilight, Rarity, and Applejack were back at the Friendship Castle sitting at their thrones in the map room. Fluttershy had taken Rainbow Dash home to treat her injuries. Twilight had her head resting on the table. She felt bad for destroying the town hall, especially after Applejack and Rarity told her the creature was actually not a monster. She also had a massive headache from magical exhaustion. "I've never seen Mayor Mare so mad before," she moped.

"Cheer up Twi'," Applejack started, "you were just lookin' out for RD. You couldn't have known."

"No Applejack, I shouldn't have lost control of my emotions and magic like that," Twilight sulked.

"Darling, don't be to hard on yourself," Rarity tried comforting Twilight. "Why don't we have a nice relaxing trip to the spa to de-stress you and take your mind off of things? It didn't go all that badly after all—I mean nopony was seriously hurt," Rarity reminded Twilight. Twilight pointedly ignored this and instead turned her attention to the book that Mayor Mare had thrown at her on her way out. She was screaming something about the creature when she threw it. "I mean we got this book," Rarity said, trying to be optimistic.

"Book?" Twilight lifted her head off of the table. "What book?" Twilight's ears perked up as she looked towards Rarity. Her headache was pushed to the back of her mind by curiosity.

"This book," Rarity said, waving it around with her magic. "It’s very well made! I can’t quite place what the cover is made from, though. I think Mayor Mare said something about it belonging to 'Admin' when she, uh," she winced as she touched the bump on the back of her head, "'gave' it to me," Rarity said, smiling that she got Twilight's attention.

"What is it about?" Twilight asked.

"Well, I'm not completely sure. According to the cover it looks to be titled 'Natura Rules'. I have yet to read it though," Rarity said absentmindedly, marveling at the stitch work and gold trimming on the cover.

"Can I see it?" Twilight asked.

"Sure, darling." Rarity levitated the book near Twilight and her blue aura was taken over by a lavender one.

"Thanks," Twilight said. She flipped the book over in her magic and saw the title and author. "Could Silverxs153 be the creature's name?" Twilight asked, looking at Rarity.

"No, I do not believe so, darling. Mayor Mare said 'Admin,' I am quite sure," Rarity replied.

Twilight opened the book and read the contents aloud, "Do not grief/hack/exploit the server. All large builds must be zoned and approved by the Owner BEFORE BUILDING. Do not just dig random holes in the ground, it is ugly and ruins the landscape. Building a large build without proper zoning or approval may lead to it being removed. Do not disrespect staff. Admin abuse can be reported to the Owner on the server’s Discord. Have fun! Link to Discord - https://discord.gg/9eGFy6" Twilight set the book down so the others could see.

"Is that it?" Applejack asked. Twilight nodded. "Really?"

"Yes, Applejack, really," Twilight confirmed. "It wasn't even a whole page out of this book." What does Discord have to do with this? Why are there so many empty pages in this book? Zoning? Owner? Twilight had so many questions.

"Twilight dear, what is an h-t-t-p-s?" Rarity asked, walking around to Twilight and putting her hoof on the last line of text.

"I don't know, but it says it's linked to Discord somehow," Twilight said, putting a hoof to her chin.

"Ah think we should go find this 'ADMIN' fella and apologize," Applejack suggested. "It ran off in a hurry towards the Everfree. It's dangerous in there and it might get itself hurt."

"That sounds like an excellent idea, Applejack; however, we don't know where it is," Rarity said. "Twilight, any ideas?"

Spike burst into the room holding a scroll above his head. Panting, he said, "Twilight, you have *pant* a letter from *pant* Princess Celestia!" Spike took a deep breath, bringing his heart rate down. "It said 'urgent' on the seal, so I came as quickly as I could," he said, holding the letter up for Twilight.

"Thank you, Spike," she said as she took the letter in her magic, broke the seal, and read it to herself.

"Well, what does it say, darling?" Rarity asked, and Applejack nodded in agreement.

A few hairs started to pop out of place on Twilight's mane. Spike took notice of this and slowly backed out of the room. "Oh no! Princess Luna is going to find out I carelessly fired that destructive spell! She'll see that I caused the magical disruption and take my wings away and send me back to magic kindergarten!" Twilight started hyperventilating and promptly fainted. The letter fluttered to the table for Applejack and Rarity to see.

Dear Twilight Sparkle,

Both Luna and I noticed a massive magical discharge, and we are worried for your safety. Luna has decided to investigate the phenomenon. I would like to ask you and your friends to assist her in discovering the cause of this outburst of magic. Luna should arrive within the hour.

Sincerely,
Princess Celestia

"Oh," they looked to each other and said in unison.

Chapter How Many Ponies Are In My Store (Five) (Edited)

Author's Notes:

You asked for it, and here it is. More shenanigans. It is a bit of a short chapter because the next part I have planned would clash with the intended tone of this chapter.
Hope you enjoy!

If you feel like it, leave a comment, criticism, or even a suggestion!

Edited by Doggyshakespeare

"You know, I thought it would be bigger… and shinier," Dante said, staring at the palm-sized apple he had given himself. It was perfectly uniform and the same shade of red all over. He moved to eat the apple, taking a big bite out of it. However, he gagged as he tried swallowing and spit it out. "What?" The apple didn't taste bad, but for some reason, Dante couldn't stomach it. It tastes like an apple, he thought. I love apples. Why can’t I eat it? he wondered, taking another bite, only to gag and have to spit it out again.

Gears started turning and lights started going off in Dante's head. "Oh yeah, no hunger in Creative mode," he said as he noted his lack of appetite. He shook his head at his own ignorance. Well, that's boring, he thought, bringing up the console. He switched his gamemode to Survival. The familiar feeling of a relatively empty stomach hit him quickly. "Oh god, I would kill for a baked potato right about now," he said as his cravings woke up and shook hands with his hunger. He eyed the apple voraciously and sampled it. It was a bit watery and slightly bland for his taste, but food is food. Munching down the rest of his fruit of questionable origin, he started wandering around.

After a few minutes of walking along the treeline, Dante saw something that looked out of place. What's that? he thought, intrigued. A grove of trees in uniformly spaced rows had caught his eye. The leaves were a more vivid shade of green than the nearby forest. Interested in the change of scenery, he made his way to the nearest row of trees. As he got closer, he noticed the trees were patterned more like an orchard than an artificial forest. There were also red ripe apples hanging from some of their branches. I wonder how they are compared to the given apple, he thought. Determined to make the comparison, he made a beeline for the closest tree. The lowest branches were just within arm’s reach. When he was just five feet from the trunk of the tree, he tripped over something. In the tall grass of the field he was crossing he failed to see the two foot tall white picket fence. This sent him face-first into the ground.

"Ow, pain," Dante groaned as he rolled to his back. He sat up and clutched his nose. Dante noticed a warm feeling run down his face, and tasted a rusty flavor as it reached his lips. He brought his hand away to see it smeared with a crimson liquid. It dripped off of his chin onto his white T-shirt. He looked down, saw the splatter, and thought, Aw, that's gonna stain. At least my nose doesn't feel broken. He leaned forward and looked down while pinching the bridge of his nose, and after about a minute, the bleeding stopped. I need to wash my face off. I probably look like a serial killer with all the blood on my hands and face, he thought. Water bucket, the thought passed his mind.

Standing up quickly was a bad decision. Dante's inner ear effectively yelled, “WHICH WAY IS UP?!” He stumbled into the apple tree that was now behind him. An apple broke off of the branch it was holding on to and landed on Dante's head. "Ow. Come on, what am I, Isaac Newton?" He scowled down at the apple that had attacked him.

Dante lifted his hands up to open the console. He typed in /give, hit Tab to autofill his name, and immediately regretted the decision. "AH," he exclaimed lifting an arm up to shield his eyes. When he peeked through his fingers at the bright light, he saw what looked like thousands of words coming out of the command box and flying upward into oblivion at breakneck speeds. He turned away from the disorienting display and stumbled to the side.

The moment he started to move away from the keyboard, the world resumed. "Note to self," Dante muttered, "do NOT blank autofill names." He took a second to blink and calm his burning retinas. He squinted his eyes as he lifted his hands up again in the event the blinding display was still going. The console opened, and the world froze. There were no words above the box as if nothing had happened at all. He typed the command /give NotDustYet water_bucket again, this time making sure to NOT push Tab.

The world resumed and Dante stood with a large pail of water about the size of his head in one hand. It looks like it should weigh more than it feels like it does, Dante noted. He set the bucket down on the ground and knelt down in front of it, splashing water to wash his hands and face. When the surface of the water stilled, he saw his face was clear of blood. The water in the bucket was now a slightly red color. That's kinda gross, he thought. He stood up, picking up the bucket. Here's hoping I don't flood the world, he thought as he tossed the water out of the pail and over the fence.

Thankfully, the water didn't infinitely flow from the place where it left the bucket. Phew, dodged a bullet on that one, he thought in relief. God, that would be gross. Now what do I do with the bucket? he wondered. I could clear it, but it might be useful later on... He crossed his arms in thought. It won't fit in my pocket like the stick did; it’s too wide.

When the thought of the stick crossed Dante's mind, he felt something brush his left hand. He uncrossed his arms and pulled his hand away to see that it had slipped into the side of his robe. "No way," He gasped as he stuck his hand back into the robe. He thought of the stick. Sure enough, he felt it brush against his fingertips. Reaching in a little more, he grasped the stick and pulled it out of his robe. That would have been useful to know, he thought as he snickered. Then I wouldn't have had to bury sixty-some books under a pile of leaves in the forest.

A bad idea popped into his head. He put the bucket into his robe and let go. It didn't fall out. There also wasn't a bucket shaped lump so he assumed it was in his inventory now. He then took the stick and put it into his pocket halfway. He stuck his right hand into his robe and thought about the stick. Feeling the end brush against his fingers, hee pulled on it, and felt a tug on his other hand. He pushed the stick into his pocket a little more and it poked out from inside the robe. Dante started chuckling like a madman, playing tug of war with himself whilst flipping the bird to his physics professor. Friggin' portals, he thought. He then started trying different angles, like making the ends of a straight object touch without bending it by pulling each end out of a side of the robe.

Ten minutes later when Dante was done being rude to Mother Nature, he let go of one end of the stick, pulled it all the way out of his robe with his other hand, and shoved it back in into his inventory. His stomach rumbled as a soft breeze wafted the smell of apples into his nose. He returned his attention to the reason he came to the orchard in the first place: the apples. Dante reached up and grabbed a strong-looking branch. He pulled and walked himself up the tree and straddled the limb with his back facing the trunk. Using another branch, he turned himself upright and leaned back against the trunk. He looked for an apple within arms reach. A bright red apple hung just above Dante.

Before snatching his find, he opened the console and spawned in an apple. With his free hand, he reached up and picked the other apple from the branch. Immediately, he noticed a difference when holding the two up side by side. The naturally grown apple had a few imperfections on its surface and was slightly larger on one side. The spawned-in apple was free from imperfections and was perfectly symmetrical. He tried smelling them next. The orchard apple smelled sweet, whereas the other apple smelled of nothing. Dante knew what the spawned apple tasted like, but he ate a piece of both for accurate comparison. His spawned apple tasted exactly like the last one he had: slightly watery and tasted like apple, but a bit bland. He tried the other apple and was shocked. Mmm, this is the friggin' bomb, he thought as he savored the flavor. It was much more sweet, flavorful, and fragrant than the spawned in apple. I'm not sure I'll ever eat another apple better than this one, he thought. He closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure as the succulent fruit juice ran down his chin. He ate the whole apple, including the core. As soon as he swallowed the last mouthful of juicy goodness, he looked up and started to reach for another.

"HEY!" Dante heard a loud yell from below, startling him. He flinched and lost his balance. Trying to grasp something to keep himself from falling, he stuck out and flailed his arms ; however, his hands found nothing. As he fell, he saw the presumed owner of the voice. Oh hey, it’s the orange cowboy pony from before, the thought drifted through his mind as the ground rushed to meet him once again, knocking him out cold.

Chapter Six (Edited)

Dante stirred in his sleep. He turned his head trying to find a more comfortable position. A skull-splitting headache made itself known as his consciousness returned. He groaned weakly at the pain and attempted turning his head again. Unable to find a suitable position, he cracked his eyelids open. A bright light fixture shone on his face from the ceiling, aggravating his headache even more, and forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut again. He moved an arm over his eyes to block the offending light from shining through his eyelids. Quiet footsteps entered the room and Dante heard a door close.

"What is that?" a high pitched voice asked.

"Ah'm not sure, Ah've never seen anythin' quite like it," another young sounding voice responded. "Maybe we ought ta go. Applejack said to stay out of he-" Dante groaned as his headache flared up due to the not so quiet voices.

"SHH! It looks like it's waking up," the first voice failed to quietly whisper.

Dante mumbled, "Ugh my head. Turn out the lights." He heard the sound of shuffling and a sharp click. The light suddenly stopped assaulting his senses. He let his hand fall back to his chest and sighed, "Thanks."

"No problem," a third voice responded.

Dante rested for a few seconds and let the throbbing pain in his head die down. He brought up both of his hands up again and rubbed his eyes. He cracked his eyes open again to get his bearings. A light fixture and a white ceiling were directly overhead. He moved to sit up and the headache came back. He moved his hand to the spot on the side of his head where the pain was radiating from and gave it a tentative touch. There was a soft cloth over the spot. He winced in pain as he touched the spot under the dressing wrapped around his head.

"Are you OK?" one of the voices asked. "It looks like you hit your head on something."

Hit my head on something? Dante thought. What was I doing that I could have hit my head on something? He mentally retraced his steps. I was lying in bed last night. I woke up in a road. I talked to a horse. I was- His thoughts halted and his eyes shot open. "Where am I?" Dante asked in a slight panic. "The last thing I remember is falling out of an apple tree," he said as he looked around. His eyes landed on three tiny ponies eying him curiously from the opposite side of the room he was in. There was an orange one with pink hair, a yellow one with red hair, and a white one with purple hair and a horn. They aren't going to shoot me with lasers are they? "Hi there?" he said apprehensively as he sat upright on the small bed he was lying on.

The yellow one with red hair and a pink bow stepped a bit closer. "Hi, Ah'm Apple Bloom, and you're in the guest room in mah house," she said. Daww, something that cute could never shoot death lasers, Dante thought. "What's your name?" the cute little pony asked.

"I'm Dante," he responded. "Where did the orange pony go?" Apple Bloom cocked her head. "The one that made me fall out of the tree?" Dante asked.

"Ya mean Applejack? She ran off in a hurry. She said she was going to go find Rarity and Rainbow Dash. She also said for me an' the girls to stay out of here," Apple Bloom said, looking guilty. "We didn't mean to bother you none, we just wanted to see what Applejack was so worried about," she apologized.

"No no, don't worry about it. You didn't bother me," Dante said, heart melting at the sad look on her adorable face. "You said you live here, does that mean that the orchard is yours too?" Dante asked.

"Mhm," she nodded, "Here at Sweet Apple Acres we grow the best apples in all of Equestria!" she said, beaming with pride. Dawwww. "Oh! Ah almost forgot to introduce my friends, Sweetie Belle," she said gesturing to the white unicorn.

"Hi!" Sweetie said.

"And Scootaloo!" Apple Bloom said gesturing to the orange one. Scootaloo nodded and flared out her tiny wings. Oh, a pegasus! I didn't see the wings before. They all took a deep breath.

"AND WE'RE THE CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS!" all three of them yelled in unison. They were saying something else at the end of it, but Dante was to busy covering his ears with his hands and in too much pain to care.

When it got quiet again, he let his hands down and Apple Bloom sheepishly smiled and said, "Sorry."

"It's fine," Dante responded, "But could you keep it down? I've got a huge headache." Oh wait, I can use the console. He livened up at the thought. He brought his hands up in front of him and the world froze. I don't know how what the status effect for headache is... Ah well, guess I'll have to deal. Dante remembered that he had been caught stealing and thought, I don't want to be labeled a thief. What could I give for the apple I took? Maybe not a giant bar of gold. OOH! He typed in /give NotDustYet golden_apple and hit enter. The world resumed, and in his hand, he had a very hefty weighing and ridiculously appealing looking apple that shone bright gold. It looks like it's asking to be eaten. "Hey Apple Bloom?"

"Yeah?" she answered.

"I'm sorry,” Dante apologised.

“For what?” Apple Bloom asked.

“I stole an apple while I was up in your tree. Here," he said, holding up the beautiful golden apple. "Have this. Since I took one of your apples, maybe you could take this as payment?" he asked, hoping that she would accept the offer.

"Woah," the trio said. They were all staring in wonder as they trotted up to get a closer look at the shiny fruit.

"What is it?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"It looks like an apple," Scootaloo said.

"It's amazin'," Apple Bloom droned, lost in her reflection on the apple.

"Scootaloo is right. This is an apple," Dante said matter-of-factly. Scootaloo raised a hoof. "Yes?" He looked at Scootaloo.

"Can you eat it?" she asked.

"Yes, it can be eaten, watch." Dante lifted up the apple to his face and, to the surprise of Apple Bloom, took a large bite out of it. Instantly Dante felt a bit revitalized and his headache died down. He munched down the rest of the apple, including the core and stem, which tasted like a sweet apple candy. "Mmm, it tastes like candy," Dante exaggeratedly rubbed his stomach. "And that's not all, look!" He took the gauze wrap off of his head and felt the spot that had been throbbing seconds before. He turned his head so the ponies could see.

"Wow, it looks like your head is all healed up!" Scootaloo exclaimed.

"It is all healed up," Dante stated, "That is part of the apple's effects. The other effect actually makes you healthier than normal for a short period of time!" Dante was slowly catching the girls' infectious enthusiasm.

"How could you eat it? It looked like it was made from solid gold," Apple Bloom asked, sounding thoroughly confused.

"Well, it is made with almost thirty-eight thousand pounds of solid gold," Dante said, stifling a laugh.

"WHAAAAT?!" all three cried in unison.

"And you just ate it?!" Sweetie Belle cried incredulously.

"Never mind eatin' it, how'd ya even pick it up?!" Apple Bloom cried just like Sweetie Belle.

"Uh, well the apple doesn't actually weigh that much. It's maybe a bit heavier than a normal apple, but that’s really the only physical difference. It feels like a normal apple in your mouth and everything." Dante was chuckling under his breath at the girls' reactions. Glad trivia actually has its uses. He noticed that Apple Bloom suddenly deflated. "What's wrong, Apple Bloom? Was it something I said?"

"No, it's just that now the apple is gone, and Ah can't show it to Applejack to let her know you payed back for the apple you took," she said dejectedly. Dante's heart melted again.

"Aw, Apple Bloom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I wouldn't have offered one to you and then eaten it if it was the only one, though," Dante said excitedly. He quickly opened up the console and gave himself another golden apple. When the world resumed he held it up for her to see. "See? Here." He handed the the apple out to Apple Bloom.

Her eyes brightened, and she grew a smile that was almost too big for her face. Dante could have sworn he saw stars in those huge adorable eyes of hers. She gasped and somehow took the apple from his hand with one of her hooves. You know what? Forget it, magic pony land. "THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!" she shouted, hopping around in circles holding the apple up for all the world to see. When she stopped, she placed the apple inside her mane, looked to the other two girls, and squealed, "C'mon Crusaders, we gotta go find Applejack!"

They all bolted out of the building and off into the distance screaming, "APPLEJAAA-!" God have mercy on those three's parents.

In the doorway to the room he saw a large red pony pass by. It then backed up, did a double take, faced forward again, and continued walking whilst saying, "Eynope."

Right down the road

"As I was sayin', RD," Applejack shot a glare up at the interrupting pegasus, "the 'Admin' critter was in one o' mah Red Delicious trees eatin' mah apples. Ah said ‘hey’ to get its attention but Ah guess Ah scared 'em cause he fell right out o'-" Applejack was interrupted by a steadily growing noise. Her ears swiveled towards the source of the sound. "Y'all hear that?" she asked the rest of the group. "That almost sounds like App-"

"-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" Apple Bloom came running over a hill followed by the other two Crusaders. Worrying for their safety, Applejack, Rarity, and Rainbow Dash ran up to meet them.

"What's wrong? Are you OK? What happened?" Applejack barraged Apple Bloom with questions failing to notice the massive grin on her face. Rarity and Rainbow Dash did the same for Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo respectively.

Apple Bloom responded for the trio, "We're fine, but we gotta tell ya something Applejack!"

"Well?" Applejack asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Promise to not get mad?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"Come on, out with it," Rarity encouraged.

"Okay, so we went into the room that Applejack specifically said to not go into-" Scootaloo started, but was abruptly stopped by a yellow hoof in her mouth.

"What Scoots meant to say w-w-was..." Apple Bloom stuttered. Applejack raised her eyebrow a little more at the hesitation. Apple Bloom dropped her head in defeat. "Exactly what she said."

"Now hold on a minute, you went and did exactly what Ah said NOT tah do?" Applejack pronounced slowly.

"But it's OK," Apple Bloom retorted, "He woke up and talked with us!"

"He woke up?!" Applejack's pupils narrowed.

"No, no! It's okay, Dante was really nice," Sweetie Belle interjected.

"Is that his name, ‘Dante’?" Rarity asked.

"Yeah," Apple Bloom responded. "He also said he was sorry for stealing an apple."

"He stole an apple?" Rainbow Dash parroted. "Why, I oughta kick his flank." She moved to take off towards Sweet Apple Acres, but was stopped when Applejack caught her by her tail.

"Hold on a sec, RD, the girls got more to say," Applejack leveled.

"Yeah," Apple Bloom continued, "An’ he said he wanted to repay us for the apple and helping him even though he was stealing."

"Ah suppose we could use a little help around the farm, an' with him bein' so tall he'd be able to prune real easy," Applejack started to plan all of the chores Dante would have to do in order to repay for the theft.

Apple Bloom interrupted her daydreaming, "Applejack, he offered this as payment." She pulled the golden apple out of her mane and held it up for the three mares to see. "He said it was made with, uh... Sweetie Belle, you remember?"

"Yeah, he said it was made with almost thirty-eight thousand pounds of gold!" Sweetie Belle squeaked excitedly.

"Yeah, that," Apple Bloom continued. "An' when he ate one it healed his head where he fell down on it!"

"Ya don't say?" Applejack stared at the apple completely mesmerised by its perfect surface.

"He also said ‘not only does it heal you, it also makes you healthier than normal for a short period of time!’" Sweetie Belle added. Scootaloo nodded earnestly in agreement.

"So he's all better now?" Rarity asked, also entranced by the warm yellow glow of the apple in the sunlight.

"Yep," Scootaloo said.

"Why didn't you bring him with you then?" Rainbow Dash asked, trying to avoid staring at the splendor of the gilded fruit.

The trio of fillies looked at each other and shrugged. Scootaloo said, "I guess we forgot?"

Apple Bloom put the golden apple back into her mane, effectively breaking the three adults out of their trance. "Let's all go get him then!"

"YEAH!" the other two Crusaders yelled in unison. Applejack, Rarity, and Rainbow Dash rolled their eyes and followed the fillies that were running back to Sweet Apple Acres.

Author's Notes:

The enchanted golden apple should weigh 340,393.73 pounds in gold! (according to the old crafting recipe) That’s more than 3/4ths the weight of the Statue of Liberty at 450,000 pounds!
‘Heh, nothin’ personal kid.’ *Drops apple on Dante’s head* *He explodes into viscera*

Sorry for the wait. Work got in the way and I had to rewrite the chapter like three times because it wouldn't write the way I wanted it to. Well, here it is. The long awaited Chapter Six!

Comments and criticisms are welcome!

Edited/proofread by: Doggyshakespeare

Chapter 7 (Edited)

"What am I supposed to do now?" Dante looked around the room as if searching for the answer. Those three just took off and left me in their house, he thought. I don't know if I am supposed to stay in bed here or leave. He took a moment to consider both ideas. I don't exactly want to be rude to their hospitality, so I'll stay in the house and wait for them to come back. With his decision made, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. He noted that not only did no pain reappear, but he also didn't get vertigo from the quick ascent. Wow that golden apple sure did the trick! he thought. Just then he heard a loud commotion outside the room that sounded like pots and pans.

A heavenly smell drifted past his nose, waking up his still unsated appetite. Is that apple pie? he thought. He stepped out of the room, having to duck his head to get through the door frame, and into a hallway that ended in a staircase. He followed them down and found himself in a living room. The entire building so far had seemed about a foot shorter than what he was used to. The smell was coming from just beyond a pair of old western style saloon doors. After quietly making his way over to them, he put a hand on each door and poked his head through.

Inside was a kitchen. It had an old wood burning stove and oven, kitchen counters, cabinets, and even a sink. "Very rustic," Dante said out loud.

"EEH? WHAZZAT BIG MAC?" a loud and somewhat senile sounding voice called from inside the kitchen.

"Um, I'm not-" Dante started to say, but was cut off.

"Git in here and help granny with the dough, you!" the voice demanded.

"But-" Dante started again.

"No buts. Git over here!"

Seeing no other choice, Dante made his way into the kitchen. Surely the woman would notice he was not the pony she was looking for.

Meanwhile, above Ponyville…

Luna was pulled from her thoughts as her chariot broke through the cloud layer bringing the small town of Ponyville into view. She let her eyes wander across the town. In the corner of her vision a large black object was lying on the ground near the town hall. She turned her head to get a better look and was surprised to see that rather than an object, it looked more like a burnt patch of grass. She followed the trail as it got wider and saw that a great patch of forest had been leveled and charred. What in Equestria happened here? she thought. She nervously returned her gaze to the town and searched it for anything out of the ordinary or signs of destruction.

Nothing. She saw no signs of distress on any of the streets. No frantic running, no mayhem, no wails of terror. Due to the lack of "imminent danger" in the atmosphere, she let herself relax and bounce around thoughts of how the line of char could have been made.

Luna saw her intended landing spot near Twilight’s castle and sat up in a more regal and presentable way. Even though her sister told her that the royal fanfare was unnecessary, she was still a princess after all. The chariot bounced once and landed. Luna disembarked and trotted up to the front door. She raised one hoof and knocked.

There was a long pause. Should I knock again? Luna wondered. She raised her hoof again and prepared another strike. As she did the door swung inward to show a nervous looking pegasus. "Ah, Fluttershy, greetings! Is Twilight home perchance?" Luna asked.

"Oh, hello Princess. Um... Yes Twilight is inside," Fluttershy managed to respond, her demeanor loosening after realizing that it was someone she knew at the door rather than a stranger. "Please come in," Fluttershy stepped aside and motioned inward with a hoof.

Luna nodded and stepped inside. "Did Twilight receive our sister's letter preceding our arrival?" she asked.

"Yes, she did. She is in the throne room right now," Fluttershy responded.

"Lead the way, dear Fluttershy," Luna said. Fluttershy nodded and made her way through the maze-like castle with Luna following shortly behind.

A soft knock on the door informed Twilight that Fluttershy had returned from getting whomever was at the door. She was looking around for something to make it seem she was "acting natural." Spike was off in Manehattan, for the day, at some sort of Comic-Whatever so Twilight had nopony to talk her down. Fluttershy stepped into the room. Twilight's head snapped to the door and she hurriedly demanded, "Who was at the door?"

"Princess Luna," Fluttershy squeaked as she shuffled her way to her throne. Luna entered the room on cue.

"Greetings, dear Twilight. It has been too long," Luna greeted her fellow Princess. "I believe you know why I am here?" she asked.

"Um... Celestia sent me a letter about some sort of magical disturbance, is that correct?" Twilight asked.

"Yes, that is correct Twilight. By the way, before we go any further, may I ask what happened to the forest outside of Ponyville?" Twilight winced at the question. "Whilst I was flying in, I noticed that there was a line of scorched earth-" Luna was cut off as Twilight's guilt exploded.

"It was me! I am so sorry I was surprised and the other ponies said it was-"

"Twilight," Luna interjected.

"Yes?" Twilight asked tentatively.

"Was anypony hurt?"

"Not too badly."

Luna pressed a hoof against her temple and sighed, "Twilight would you start from the beginning?"

Twilight took a deep breath, "Okay. The girls and I were out for lunch when Roseluck and Lily came running down the road screaming that they had seen a monster. When I asked them about it they said it was really, really big and scary, and that it was in front of the town hall. The girls and I started heading that way to check out the situation when a bunch of other ponies ran by screaming that a monster was going to eat Mayor Mare..." she trailed off. Luna motioned for her to continue. "When we got to the town hall I was a bit tense so I may have gone overboard on the door. Rainbow Dash rushed in ahead of the rest of us and got hurt when she ran into something."

“And that something was the monster?” Luna asked. “What does it look like?”

“Well, it walked on two legs and had hands like a minotaur…”

Meanwhile…

"Since when were ya' so mouthy, Big Mac," Granny shouted.

"I'm telling you, for the hundredth time, I'm not Big Mac," Dante shouted back while dusting flour off his hands onto the tiny apron he had found hanging in the kitchen. "OK, the pies are in."

"Did ya' preheat the oven?" Granny squinted accusingly.

"Yes ma'am."

"Good, now git. No sweets before supper," Granny warned.

"Mhmmm..." Dante hummed as he removed the apron to put it back on the hook he had found it.

With that done, he returned to wandering the house, eyeing all of the family photos and various knickknacks. His restless mind began flooding with thoughts about his curious new abilities. His first reaction was to reach into his pocket to check his inventory. His fingers brushed against one of his sticks. Nothing to do? Testing time. A devilish grin spread across his face.

Dante quickly made his way to the front porch looking for room and stuff to hit with his sticks. Upon stepping outside he selected his Knockback Ten stick and a fist sized rock. He tossed the rock and swung with all his might towards the orchard fields. The rock, on contact with the bat, went careening at breakneck speeds leaving an audible whoosh of air. It impacted with one of the swells, shaking the earth. The apple tree on it was uprooted, the whole thing blown down to its side.

"Oh, crap."

Right Down the Road

"Wow! Look at that!" Sweetie Belle said, pointing a hoof to a large cloud of dust and clods of grass soaring high into the air.

Author's Notes:

Edited by the wonderfully amazing fellow who still decided to edit this chapter after all this time: Doggyshakespeare
Yes it did take forever.
Yes I will write more.
Yes i really do appreciate you reading this!

Chapter 8

Author's Notes:

HAHAHA CHAPETER 8
I RELEASED IT
DO NOT READ IS BAD FOR HEALTH

"What in Equestria was that!?" Applejack cried in alarm.

"Only one way to find out," Rainbow Dash remarked, and sped off towards the fading cloud of dust.

"Rainbow-" Rarity called after her. She trailed off realizing the futility as the receding rainbow streak disappeared over the next hill. "Oh, there she goes again," She sighed, shaking her head.

"Might as well pick up the pace ourselves to make sure she doesn't get into any trouble," Applejack suggested. The other four girls nodded and they broke into a brisk canter.

Sweet Apple Acres

Dante knew that anyone within a mile would have seen, heard, or felt that impact. Holy FREAKING moly, now that thing packs a punch. He stood stunned for a moment at the magnitude of such a low enchantments maximum potential.
I honestly don't even want to know what the other one can do at full strength. It's probably like a portable weapon of mass destruction. He took in his situation and started to realize the consequences of his actions. I literally just repaid them for sealing and now I'm vandalizing? I am so gonna... what? Out of the corner of his eye he saw a glint in the distance near what he thought was the entrance to the property. He turned to face it and squinted to get a better look.
from what he could make out it was blue, maybe some orange. Is it getting bigger, or is it just my eyes?

Not a moment later he could tell that it was not getting bigger, but it was instead approaching, rapidly. He looked to the tree, and back to the approaching pony. Dante could tell what it was now but was dismayed to find that rather than slowing down, it seemed to be speeding up. Faster.Uh, you can slow down any time now. Faster. Any time. Even faster. Please?

Mere seconds was all it took and the pony, he recognized as Rainbow Dash from earlier, was upon him. Her rapid approach caused him to flinch, bringing both of his hands up in front of him. The color drained away from everything once again, and the world froze.

He cautiously put his hands down, only to find them empty. Directly in front of him just a few feet away was a pegasus with a determined look in her eye, mid flap. Dante spent a few minutes racking his brain for a remedy to his situation. I probably can't use slime blocks, the inertia from that kind of stop would probably send the poor things spinal column into her frontal lobes. Suddenly it clicked for him, he could teleport her high into the air to give her braking time, and potentially save his ribs from certain annihilation.

He looked down to his keyboard and started the command only to realize that he doesn't know what to put in the target field. For him it would be his name tag, but she didn't have a name tag that he could see. A thought crossed his mind and he entertained it because he honestly had no real idea on what to do. His finger tapped the F1 key and voila there was a name tag over the mare's head. <Rainbow Dash> Oh. It's literally just her name. He brought up a hand to his face. I can't believe I didn't even consider that. He chuckled to himself and entered the command: /teleport <Rainbow Dash> ~ ~50 ~ to move her 50 meters above her current position. The mare had not moved, but there were no error or warnings in the console. So it must take effect upon closing the console, huh? As an afterthought, he placed himself into creative mode and put his arms down to his sides. The world resumed and Rainbow Dash was nowhere to be seen. He noticed that his stick was back in his hand, and snapped his attention to the sky to see RD looking around frantically until she spotted him. She fell into a spiraling dive to land a few feet from Dante.

"What just happened?" she demanded. "I was right in front of you going really fast, and all the sudden I was in the sky completely still."

"Uh," Dante drew a blank on something to say.

"And what's that thing you've got there?" she asked, curiously pointing a hoof to the stick Dante was holding.

"Um, its a... stick," he stated. Rainbow Dash eyed him curiously.

"Did you make that giant dust cloud earlier?" she asked.

"Yep." He cautiously responded watching RD's face closely.

"Well, what was it anyways?" she asked looking around. The tree and the crater it had once been planted in caught her attention. Seeing the opportunity he quickly slipped the stick into his cloak returning it to his inventory. "What in Equestria were you doing!?" She asked turning to face him again.

"I was practicing, uh, baseball?" Dante quipped.

"Baseball, you did this with baseball?" She turned again to the crater and uprooted tree. "Applejack is so gonna kick your flank." She warned.

"Wait, I can fix it! There is no need for flank kicking,” he reasoned.

"Well you better make it real quick 'cause Applejack is gonna be here any second," she said crossing her forelegs for effect.

"Right." Dante jogged over to the hole. About 7 feet across, huh. What's that, a little more that 2 meters or so? Not bad. He mentally stroked his ego. It's not exactly a square hole so I'm not sure how useful a dirt block would be. He scratched his head trying to come up with a solution. Rainbow Dash had joined him by the hole, a respectful distance away. "I've got it," he yelled startling the mare nearby.

"You've got what?" she asked.

"I've got a plan," he said, raising his hands to mid torso to open the console. If I use the fill command then I won't have to worry about any block placing. He did just that typing: /fill ~-1 ~-1 ~-1 ~1 ~-1 ~1 Minecraft:dirt. When he put his arms back down he was impressed to see a patch of dark brown dirt exactly three by three meters replacing the grass and filling in the hole.

"Woah, how did you do that!?" Rainbow Dash called to him, as she had retreated to the edge where the dirt and grass met.

"Magic?" Dante suggested. Now for the tree. I am in creative mode, so I should have the creative inventory, He thought. with his hand back in his cloak he thought of an oak sapling. Soft leaves brushed his fingertips. Feeling them he reached further, grabbed the sapling by the trunk, and pulled it free from his inventory. I have it, now what do I do with it? He observed the sapling for a moment. There were no roots, just a small trunk and a good amount of healthy looking branches full of vibrant green leaves. His tooltip appeared once again informing him that it indeed was an oak sapling. How does this work, He wondered. you know what forget it, Occam's Razor it is. He approached the center of the spot where the crater had been and firmly staked the tiny tree in the ground.

"Uh, you realize that that is totally not gonna fly, right?" Rainbow Dash helpfully pointed out. There was little more than pure confusion written on her face.

"I am aware," Dante responded shooting the pony a look. "I'm not done yet." He reached back into his inventory. Bone meal, I choose you! The bone meal he retrieved held together in a clump in his hand. He touched the sapling with it. Nothing. Of course it's not gonna be that easy. Lets try sprinkling it maybe? He turned his hand over like he was going to drop it on the tree, and the whole clump disappeared. In that same moment a thick 19 meter tall oak tree materialized in the sapling's place. It was nearly four times the size of the surrounding trees in height alone, and had peculiarly retained its cube based shape. YES GOD, this is exactly what I wanted, a giant oak. You know, to make it easier to stand out. He rubbed his eyes; he had a feeling that it was going to be a long day.

"That tree is huge," RD stated slack jawed.

"Thank you captain obvious," he replied. "Now let's take care of this fallen tree." He moved to the tree and wrapped his arms around it. "HNG-" Nope can't lift it, guess I'll do it the hard way. He then rolled up his sleeves and wound up. Please dont break my hand, please don't break my hand, please don't break my hand! When his fist hit the trunk he could feel the impact reverberate throughout the whole tree for a split second before a large section of it burst into a confetti of wood chips.

With that all cleared up he turned back around to see that there were more ponies approaching. They were far enough away that he couldn't see their name tags quite yet but he recognized the colors. Dante turned to face Rainbow Dash and scratched the back of his head, "Hey, uh... Sorry about accidentally, uh... rearranging your face the last time we met."

She forced a smile and replied, "No, its okay, I think that the whole situation was a total misunderstanding." The last thing on her mind was rejecting an apology from a creature that had just pulverized an entire tree in seconds. "There they are," She points out pulling her attention from the creature. "HEY APPLEJACK WE'RE OVER HERE," She hollered.

"Ah, my ears," He said wincing at her impressive volume. Forget pipes, this horse's got some freaking air raid sirens, he said shaking his head in an attempt to stop the ringing in his left ear. "I'm pretty sure that we're hard to miss. I'm about half as tall as these apple trees, and you have a rainbow on your head," He said gesturing to the both of them. "Not to mention that," He pointed a thumb over his shoulder.

The first pony to arrive was Applejack, followed by the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and Rarity bringing up the rear. "What in tarnation happened here Rainbow," Applejack asked, "and what happened to mah apple tree? Why's it like, forty feet taller than usual?"

At this Dante smiled tentatively, "Yeah, I'm really sorry about that." I might as well tell the truth. "I was practicing my home run swings and hit one of your trees," He said confidence making its way back into his voice. "I swung a little hard and felled one of you trees," He quickly added, "But I replaced it! I know that its not the same as your other trees, but its the best I could do on short notice..."

"There was just a HUGE hole here, and then it filled in all by itself," Rainbow Dash followed up. Applejack trotted over to the tree to examine it.

"What happened to all the grass?" Apple Bloom asked.

"Yeah, did it all explode too?" Scootaloo pressed further.

"No, no. The grass was destroyed when I filled in the hole," Dante pointed out to the confusion of the fillies, "and sorry again about the trouble. If you have any grass seed or anything I'd be willing to spread it to try and cover up this mess."

Applejack chimed in as she returned, "Its no trouble sugar cube, the grass'll grow back on its own. Ah'm not sure what to make of that strange looking oak tree, though ah do appreciate the gesture." Dante felt a weight lifted off of him at those words. Oh thank god I don't have to fight anyone, He thought relieved. An idea lit up in his head.

"It may not be just a sentiment," he said. "That tree may be an oak, but it may produce apples!" Applejack had a deeply confused look on her face.

"Really!?" Apple Bloom squealed.

"Well, I'm not really sure..." Dante trailed off.

"Does it make those shiny gold apples that you gave to Apple Bloom?" Scootaloo asked.

"Uh, no..." he responded.

"I'm gonna go up and see." Rainbow Dash declared.

"Hold on RD," Applejack called up to her stopping her in her tracks. "Princess Luna is gonna be here any minute now. We should make our way back to the castle."

Princess Luna, what kind of a name is that? Dante thought as he glanced around at all of the nearby pony's name tags. You know what, its not that bizarre considering the ones around me.

Chapter 9

"-BEST FREEEEEEIIIIIINNDS!~♪" The apparent improv song and dance group he was traveling with finished their sudden outburst. The cowpony had somehow convinced the trio of children to return to the farm to crusade something or other.

Dante sighed. This is like a freaking circus, where did the background instruments come from? Dante was lost in thought as he trailed behind the now reduced herd. So much so that he did not recognize a bush was rustling. It moved near silently from the side of the road to directly in Dante's path between himself and his companions. They, however, carried on as if they hadn't just put on a Broadway Musical performance. His mind still running on overdrive for what he may encounter, If this is the normal around these parts I don't think I'm gonna make it... His arms were crossed and he was nervously rubbing a stick in his inventory.

"HIYA~!" A pink blur tore Dante's concentration, and he blindly swung the only object in his hand. CRACK "OOokie see ya later...." The pink blob called as it sailed off into the distance. Dante recoiled as he realized what he had done. He glanced at his companions and they continued walking Okay I'll just pretend it didn't happen, everything's cool.. The one with the tag "AppleJack" turned her head to face Dante with an eyebrow raised.

"Did y'all hear Pinkie jus' now," She asked as she scanned the surroundings. The other two looked confusedly at each other. Applejack returned her gaze to Dante. "Oh that's right y'all ain't met her yet," she noted. Dante just nodded and kept walking, beginning to sweat bullets. He bit the inside of his lip, and decided to inspect the ground for a while instead of engaging further in conversation. road was surprisingly even and the dirt was hard enough that he couldn't make out any foot, or hoof prints. His mind wandered.

As they traveled farther from the farm Dante noted the change in paving. It had started as soft brown dirt and then there was a brick. It was a soft grey, with a tint of french blue-green. This was shortly followed by more bricks, then a fully laid road. He looked up to see an impressive arched stone bridge ahead. It crossed a fairly shallow but fast moving stream. Over the bridge stood the town hall. He shivered as previous events came back to mind. Okay interesting, they are quick with their work. They've got scaffolding up and some construction canvas. A small detail stuck out like a sore thumb. The black trail of destruction coming from the building.

Perhaps it was the existential horror that made him shudder or maybe it was that nobody seemed to notice any of it but him. Nobody is gonna say anything about that, He thought. We just gonna pretend nothing happened? OK Karma, I see you. It was really quiet outside. Like really, really quiet. "Is there a curfew or something," Dante finally spoke. All three of the ponies turned their heads to look, but kept their pace. "-Because there is no one outside, and the sun won't set for probably two more hours," he continued.

"Well, no... but they might be scared of you," Rainbow Dash replied. "You know, 'cause your a big ugly-" Rarity cut her off with a hoof in her mouth.

"Terribly sorry for her mouth," Rarity apologized. "You see, these nice folks are rather shy of newcomers. Although, I am quite certain that they will warm up to you in no time at all." She gave a glowing smile to punctuate her prediction. Dante couldn't help but smile back in an unexpected lift of spirits. He wanted to break the silence, but was drawing a blank.

They passed through the deserted streets of the town and over another stone bridge. Ahead was a gently rolling meadow. On a hill in this meadow stood an gigantic spire of crystal in the rough shape of a tree. The sun refracted through the thinner and the edges of the larger crystals. The glistening of the imperfections in the material scattered spots of multicolored light all about the base of the castle.

"Hey Dante, close your mouth or you'll catch a parasprite," Rainbow Dash mocked. Dante closed his mouth and frowned.

"Rainbow, where have your manners gone," Rarity shot back.

"Just trying to help," Rainbow Dash grumbled. Rarity gave an apologetic look. This must be a common occurrence.

They had reached the base of Twilight's Castle. There was one pony outside, that appeared to be a guard, standing in the shade on the left of the entrance. His, or he assumed it was a he, name tag read: Silent Wind. Dante noticed his pupils were slit like a reptile, or feline. He only noticed because of the steady glare he had been getting since he came into view. He just shrugged it off as another in a long series of oddities. The doors glowed a gentle blue, and swung open on their own.

The halls meandered through the castle. There certainly was no shortage of room, but the help seemed to be non-existent. Dante followed the trio down another hallway, again lined with doors. This time the end of the hall hosted a slightly larger door distinct from the rest. This one seemed to be the destination. Finally, He thought, impatiently.

Again the doors glowed blue and swung outward, seemingly of their own accord. Inside there were four ponies, who had all frozen what they were doing when the doors opened. Dante checked their name tags. The fidgety, excited yellow one was Fluttershy. To her left was the trigger happy death ray- Twilight Sparkle. The remaining two were new to him. To the left of the THEIL sat a significantly larger pony apparently called Luna. In the corner of the room stood another guard, Sweet Fang, in the same armor as the one outside. This time he noticed a pair of bat wings in addition to the slit pupils. Dante just shook his head and took a breath. I suppose I will start the introductions if everyone else is content to stare into space... He never had the chance as one of his companions started first.

"Twilight, here we are," Rarity announced their presence as if showing up hadn't been quite enough attention.

"I see, perfect timing," Twilight responded.

"You must be the Admin," Luna spoke this time. Something in her voice unsettled Dante. She seemed calm and spoke coolly, but her energy bristled with distrust. At least she has the courtesy to not laser blast me on first sight, He internally reasoned. "We are Luna, ruler of Equestria, Princess of the Night," She announced. "We would have you answer a few questions. Before that, introduce yourself." The princess was strict and very formal in her speech; he knew she was not in the mood for games.

Dante cleared his throat. At this, an inkwell, quill, and a stack of paper levitated into the air on Twilight's left. He barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes, What am I, a professor? "Well, your majesty, my name is Dante, not Admin. Admin would be my title I suppose." This drew confused looks. All of the ponies began moving to a chair at the large white crystal table. Each one had a picture on it that matched the cutie marks of each pony. There was an empty seat between Applejack and Fluttershy.

"Please, have a seat," Twilight pointed to the cushioned chair with a picture of some balloons on it.

"I prefer to stand, thanks," Dante responded.

"That's fine," She chimed back. All the while the quill was scribbling away. Dante moved to where she had been pointing. Twilight proceeded to introduce everyone at the table except for Luna and Sweet Fang. Something about elements, he didn't really listen. "-and I would like to apologize for my behavior. I hope we can become friends," She quickly added, bowing her head.

Dante showed his palms, "It's cool." Internally he scoffed, Yeah and while I'm at it I'll make friends with the ground from the top floor. "So what do you want to know," He urged the conversation forward. Fluttershy looked like she was about to explode with her question and was the first to speak.

"So... Um, what kind of animal are you? I've never seen any creature quite like you at all," Dante was surprised how quietly she spoke for such high energy. All the other ponies seemed shocked at the outburst but quickly recovered. "Um... sorry," she squeaked. Why is she apologizing for that?

"I am a human," he answered to more scribbling.

"What is a human," Rainbow Dash followed.

"Do you know about monkeys," Dante countered. They nodded. "Kinda like bigger, less hairy, monkeys," he summarized.

"Why are you here," Luna hit with a hard question. Dante mentally winced. That is the question, Princess.

"I can't answer that, the details are fuzzy, really," He managed to say. He was surprised to see they seemed sympathetic more than suspicious.

"Could you tell us how you got here," Luna asked. What do I tell them, that I just randomly woke up in the street in the middle of nowhere? That I didn't look, like this 24 hours ago? No, maybe I'll just tell them that I know that I'm tripping really hard and they are goblins that are gonna eat my clothes? Ha, no. Think about it, I could just go with the history of my Minecraft Player Character, since I am in that body. He made his decision.

"Well, I guess I flew in from the forest to the South East," He suggested. This earned more confused looks. Oh crap, I haven't figured out how to fly yet! What if they don't believe me, he worried. Scribble scribble.

"Flew in, you say," The fire of competition was in Rainbow Dash's eyes.

"Yep that's what I said," he said.

"What do ya' mean, 'you guess,' you would know if you flew in right," Applejack pursued.

"Like I said the details aren't clear to me," he defended. Applejack seemed appeased with this answer.

"So your home is in the Everfree Forest," Luna asked.

"No I'm from Canada," he responded. He immediately facepalmed. Yeah, 'cause they're gonna know about Canada, smart guy, he scolded himself. He thought for a moment, shook his head, then answered, "I guess technically it is now." If I remember correctly, the spawn is over there somewhere. Fluttershy was giving him a sickeningly pitiful look.

"So you have nowhere to stay," Fluttershy was on the verge of tears. Oh no, they think I'm homeless... wait a second... Dangit.

"That may be so, but don't worry about me. I have it covered," Dante responded. The looks of confusion returned.

"If you wish," Luna spoke, "You may stay in Equestria and we will accept you as a protected citizen, but you must swear fealty to the Crown."

"And if I do not," Dante postulated.

"Then you will be under the supervision of my guard until we come to an agreeable solution," Luna responded. Her guard flared their wings in what He assumed was supposed to be intimidation. This action, clearly, accomplished the opposite making Dante snort in amusement involuntarily. Luna carried on, "We do presume you intend to stay long enough to recollect your bearings. We have further questions." My god, its like I'm on trial! I'm so tired of this, he thought. "Dante, what will you do now," Luna asked. He sighed.

"I honestly would rather be doing anything other than being interrogated like an enemy of the state," he droned. "Since I am homeless now, I would like to get started on fixing myself some shelter." He crossed his arms.

"Do not speak to the Princess of the Night with such contempt," barked the guard in the corner. Her lips were curled in a snarl showing long white fangs. Dante was quickly gaining confidence in his creative mode invulnerability as he was pinching himself as hard as he could, but he couldn't feel a thing. The fur had bristled on the chest of the dark colored guard only making her look fluffier. He bit his tongue and resisted the urge to make the pun 'sweetie the adults are talking.' The thought had him tearing up with restrained laughter.

"Enough Sweet Fang, you have spoken out of place," she reprimanded. "If you do not wish to associate with Equestria's society then you will at least understand that my duty is to ensure the safety of my ponies," Luna leveled with Dante. "I understand your arrival may have been traumatic. Even so, if I am to allow you to stay as a refugee, there is a certain level of caution that must be established." If that is the fastest way to get the hell out of here and back to testing, I'll take it! It's not like I can't just hide from them in the forest.

"That sounds reasonable," Dante agreed. "So when should I expect the police to come knocking?" Luna frowned at his comment.

"My personal guard will be accompanying you," she responded. "Sweet Fang, your new assignment will be the surveillance and investigation of our guest here. You are to stay near Admin Dante at all times, within reason of personal privacy, unless otherwise instructed. Do you understand your orders," Luna directed at the winged pony guarding the corner. A look of horror and dread, maybe a little betrayal crossed Sweet Fang's face. She quickly straightened up and stood at attention.

"Yes, your Majesty," Sweet Fang shouted with a salute. She turned her head to Dante and locked eyes with him. He at least faked a smile. She scowled back. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the barn this morning, he thought and snickered under his breath.

"We shall continue this discussion at a later date," Luna announced. She rose from her seat. Everybody else in the room stood as well. Odd, Dante thought, I thought they had a bunch more questions. Am I missing something? Dante dared to open his mouth.

"What's up, did something happen," he asked.

"It is sundown. You know, time for the Princess of the Night to raise the moon," Sweet Fang spat. Her face said, 'are you dumb?' She indicated at him to follow the troupe leaving the room.

"Raise the moon," he mumbled. "Of course, and the unicorns control the weather right," he asked over his shoulder. She just rolled her eyes.

"Didn't you go to kindergarten," was her retort. Dante threw his hands up, sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose and kept walking. Just put up with it long enough to get out of here, he chanted internally.

When they had arrived at their destination, a large balcony at the east of the castle, Dante observed that the sun still seemed hours from setting. I thought Sweet Fang was being serious for a second, good one. I can see that we will get along so well, he thought sarcastically. Seemingly in response to this the sky suddenly grew darker. A beautiful spectrum of oranges, reds, pinks, and violets filled the sky. The rapidly setting sun splashed across the hills.

Suddenly the shadows stretched and grew. The valley the village sat in was plunged into the night as the last drops of daylight glowed on the clouds, before they too disappeared into the dark. The contrast of the darkness drew Dante's attention to the horn of Luna. It glowed with a radiant, almost neon, aura in a deep saturated blue. He unconsciously tensed at the sight. The Princess closed her eyes and raised her head, thrusting her horn heavenward.

As Princess Luna slowly spread her wings, the moon peaked over the horizon and rapidly ascended. All eyes were on her. The moon approached its predetermined position, Dante would have presumed was exactly midnight, and ceased its momentum. The glow faded from the princess's horn, and she turned to face the group. She was met with hoof stomping. Dante was too confused and shocked at the unnecessary display of power to try to decipher whatever body language that was supposed to analogue.

"What," was all he could manage to squeeze out. That was the lamest fake moon rise I have ever seen, he internally reasoned that it was not, in fact, a true change of day. Enough smoke and mirrors, I need daylight to start work. There is no way that was physical movement. I mean, just imagine the tide. it must be subjective, like an illusion just like the rest of this place, he justified. He decided it was time to go, now, "Okay well, that was a cool light show, excellent use of color, but I think, if we are done here, I would like the sun back now, it was just midday. I do have a few things I would like to do today." Luna looked amused but made no attempt to reverse her 'illusion.' "Please," He added, patience wearing thin.

"You'd better get used to it 'cause 'today' is over," Sweet Fang corrected him. "Sun won't come up until six-thirty in the morning."

"Six-thirty in the-," He guffawed, "it was literally about three hours past noon two minutes ago." Sweet Fang shook her head.

"It's actually eight-thirty in the evening," Twilight added. Whatever, Dante decided not to press further.

"As we have come to the understanding that there is no immediate pressing crisis, we will return to Canterlot to tend to our court," Luna announced. "Twilight, we trust you will keep my sister and myself informed as the situation unfolds?"

"You can count on me," Twilight nodded enthusiastically.

"I don't mean to interrupt, but I really don't want to sleep on the cold hard ground tonight. So... I think I will see myself out," Dante politely interjected. The ponies exchanged looks.

"Okay," Twilight replied. "SPIKE," she hollered. A small purple lizard waddled out onto the balcony. "There you are, will you lead Dante, here, to the door?" Spike sighed.

"That won't be necessary either, I think I will take a shortcut," Dante smirked. Yes! My escape plan is coming along nicely! He walked to the railing and stood on the edge. His palms became sweaty but there was no feeling of impending danger. I guess now is as good a time as any to take a leap of faith. He noticed the distress appear in the ponies' eyes as he took a step off of the rail.

"Wait," one yelled. He could hear them rushing to the ledge. One had tried to grab his hood to pull him back from the fall, but they had failed to grip it he presumed. The air was rushing around him, the ground approaching fast. Despite his momentum, there was a sense of calm. He crossed his fingers.

THUMP

When he hit the ground he felt the reverberation in his femurs. I survived? I SURVIVED!!!! He thought, and pumped a fist in the air. His gaze returned to the balcony above. All of the ponies were staring down at him in wonder. "Yuss," He breathed. "OKAY, SEE YOU LATER," He yelled up to them, turned, and started a jog back towards the Everfree.

Author's Notes:

Longer chapter, it was fun to write.
Hope you enjoy! I am still interested in suggestions so feel free to comment.
I wonder where Pinkie landed?

Chapter 10

Silent Wind nearly jumped out of his skin. Out of nowhere the odd looking thing being escorted to the castle, from earlier, fell from the sky. It landed static on its hind legs; there was no flex in the landing form whatsoever. The Lunar Guard shivered at the impact that was surely excruciating, but on further observation it seemed not to even acknowledge the fall. Instead, it put a limb in the air and shouted back up to where, the bat pony assumed, it had fallen.

"OKAY, SEE YOU LATER," It hollered. It subsequently turned southeast and ran away. Silent Wind found himself at a loss for words.

Moments later, he noticed his coworker Sweet Fang giving chase to the thing. Silent Wind shook off his daze, refocused, unfurled his wings, and followed her lead. Despite how unbalanced it looked, the strange animal was quick on its feet; However, He estimated he would reach Sweet Fang midair, before she reached their target.

Sweet Fang saw Silent Wind approaching her, fast. She saw the alarm in his eyes and stopped her pursuit to meet with him.

"Stand down, He isn't a target," Sweet Fang said, gesturing to the distancing creature.

"So, what are you doing then? 'Cause it looks like he's your target," he shot.

"Ugh," she rolled her eyes. "The Princess put me on this stupid mission."

"And that is," Silent Wind motioned for her to continue.

"I have to follow this guy around all the time and watch him now, I guess," she complained. "You should probably go guard the Princess, since, you know," she didn't look happy at all.

"Roger that," he responded. "You good?"

"Yeah," her smile returned, if small. "It should be easy, he said he was going to sleep."

With that she turned and launched after Dante once more. He had gotten surprisingly far during the brief exchange she had with Silent Wind, and He almost back to town already. He showed no signs of slowing. Sweet fang estimated her trajectory would have them intercepting within a minute.

Dante relished the wind running through his hair. Despite running at a full sprint, there wasn't a lick of exhaustion in him. The stone bridge into the town up ahead was his next landmark back to the forest. From behind, it seemed, there was the sound of flapping approaching. Oh good God, just leave me alone. He turned his head to see- nothing, it was dark outside. A light bulb went off in his head. He planted a foot into the ground, halting his charge immediately, and opened his console.

The world halted the march of time once more. All of the singing insects and distant bullfrogs stopped, leaving a cold silence hanging in the air. In the darkness, Dante noticed that the white bordered command line, and the flashing cursor were in fact emitting a soft white glow. Some night vision should do the trick. At this rate i should reach the forest in... fifteen minutes, he mentally calculated. He typed: /effect NotDustYet minecraft:night_vision 900, and slapped the enter key.

As sound came back, light flooded Dante's eyes as well as a small night vision status icon in the top left corner of his vision. He shut them out of surprise, but he found that he could see the backs of his eyelids clear as day. "What the hell," He exclaimed to no one in particular. He opened his eyes again and turned his head once more to the flapping. It was Sweet Fang, and she was gaining fast. Oh lawd, she comin', he thought and returned to his sprint. He had made it to the central plaza near the town hall before his "supervision" had caught up.

"Sup," he greeted the guard she pulled up on his left.

"What," she asked back, keeping his pace with him in the air.

"What's up, how are you," Dante articulated.

"Fine, I suppose," She waived. "You know you're a lot quicker than you look." She took another look at him to see he was staring back. "What is wrong with your eyes, they weren't doing that before?"

"What do you mean," he responded, "Doing what?"

"They are glowing, like cat's eyes," she answered. A thought struck her, "Can you see in the dark?"

"Yeah, plain as day," he said nonchalantly. "And you?"

"Thestrals are typically nocturnal, so yeah," she pointed out.

"Thestral," He mimicked, "Is that what you are?" she nodded.

"Earlier, you said you flew into town," she said, "so, why aren't you flying now?"

"Does it matter," Dante deflected effectively shutting down conversation.

"Sheesh, I was just asking," Sweet Fang mumbled under her breath as she lagged behind.

As they neared the edge of the forest Dante stopped at the treeline. Sweet fang landed nearby. Dante had no problem seeing into the forest with his night vision, but he noticed the status icon flashing. "Not bad timing at all," he verbally patted himself on the back.

"Timing for what," the pony cocked her head. Dante's night vision wore off and the world returned to relative darkness. The meadows had a pleasant dim glow from the moon, but under the forest canopy was pitch black. The dense foliage blocked all traces of moonlight from the ground. "Your eyes," she noted, "They aren't glowing anymore. Is that what you meant?"

"Yeah kinda," he said dismissively. "There is no way I'm stumbling through the dark in there. I need some daylight."

"You do remember that the sun just set twenty minutes ago," she gave Dante another look, "Right?" He just shook his head to her further confusion. She then noticed his arms quickly raise. She opened her mouth to repeat, "Rig-"

The world froze around Dante. He glanced to to his new acquaintance. Her face, stopped mid sentence, made him chuckle. His hands moved with thousands of hours of muscle memory: /time set 0. He entered he command. The world bloomed with color, and the sky lit up. The sun appeared just above the horizon, and the moon had fallen out of sight in an instant.

"-ght?... Ahh!" Sweet Fang shrank in the sudden burst of light. "What is that bright light," she shouted. He laughed in response, totally not maniacally. Her eyes adjusted to the piercing rays of the morning sun. Dante stifled his chuckling and started into the woods, now dimly lit. Sweet Fang returned her focus to her POI.

"Hey, wait up," She called as she gave chase.

Later, deep in the forest, Sweet Fang had settled into a trot a good distance behind Dante. The dense foliage made it difficult to maneuver in the air. She had considered flying above the canopy but it was now daylight and steam had started to rise from the forest. The final decision was to spare herself the misery. Dante's larger profile made navigation relatively easy for the pony as he trampled the under story clearing a path.

Finally the pair came to a stop. Dante scanned his surroundings. They had arrived in a somewhat less densely growing and relatively flat area. He inhaled sharply to speak, "Okay, this is a nice spot. What do you think," he directed at his companion.

"It's okay I guess, we've been walking for a whole twenty minutes, and you haven't said a word except this. So... how far away do you live exactly?" Sweet Fang returned.

"I think we are here actually," Dante answered.

"The middle of the woods," she cocked her eyebrow, "you just stand outside in the unpredictable weather of the Everfree?"

"Yep, totally," He quipped, voice dripping with sarcasm. He smirked and turned to face his equestrian cohort, "Wanna see something cool?" He didn't give her a chance to respond before raising his arms once more, opening the console. with a few clicks on the mechanical keyboard, he entered: //wand. The console spit out some lines of various java arguments, but it quickly closed leaving Dante with a new tool in his right hand.

He took a step in the direction of Sweet Fang. She hadn't noticed him reaching for anything, but she immediately raised her guard on sight of the newly acquired improvised weapon. She was in a fighting stance ready for CqC; however, Dante walked right past her seemingly ignorant of her change in demeanor. He was clearly very focused on something. Her eyes returned to the sky. Her head was spinning with questions that Dante didn't seem keen to answer. She Decided to fly up to a tree to rest, it might be a better vantage point to watch this "cool thing" Dante had mentioned anyways.

Dante went to work walking back and forth with his axe. Sweet Fang could hear him ever so slightly counting under his breath as he passed multiple times seemingly counting something on the ground. Celestia's blazing sun rained down warmth throughout the clearing. One patch of sunbeams landed right on her back warming her wings. She yawned as her eyes got heavy, her circadian rhythm telling her that it was mid morning, way past her bedtime.

Celestia POV

The sun had set perfectly this evening. It was right on schedule and precisely executed,as always. Luna had been a few seconds late to begin, but why sweat the small details? The princess was proud of her sister regardless. Both had felt trouble stirring earlier today, and to Celestia's surprise, Luna was chomping at the bit to get into it. She was confident that Luna was more than capable. Her day of court was long. Aristocratic ponies pushing policies were swimming through her head. She removed her regalia and fetched her sleep mask. By her bedside, she let out an enormous sigh and flopped onto the sheets. As Celestia had many nights before, to the point of "muscle" memory, she lit her horn, donned her mask, and fixed the covers.

A thunder of hooves sounded in the hallway. Celestia moved a pillow over her face and pressed it tightly against her ears. She could swear a whole battalion of ponies were making their way in her direction. The closer they galloped, the deeper her stomach sank. Drowned out by both a pillow and the chaos coming her way, the princess let out a long groan of dread.

Celestia set her jaw, and steeled herself. It wasn't befit of a good ruler to avoid a crisis. She teleported herself to the bedroom door, additionally fetching her regalia. With a thought her horn ignited. The door swung inward to reveal a pile of castle guards struggling to untangle armored limbs.

As soon as the Princess made her appearance all of the guards began shouting at once.

"Princess! Are you okay," one cried.

"What happened, is everything okay, Princess?!" another demanded.

"Princess, Princess, what is going on-" another pony bellowed.

"-Please my ponies, one at a time," Celestia ordered. The guards immediately went silent. One Pegasus managed to pull herself free and popped out of the pile. She glided to the floor, in the doorway, before the princess and bowed.

"Your Majesty, the sun set just over an hour ago correct," The guard asked as she stared at the floor.

"You are correct, you may rise," Celestia returned. She cocked an eyebrow at the question, "Why do you ask me this, and what is with this commotion behind you," she asked.

The pony lifted her head, "Your majesty, the sun has begun to rise from the east, beginning approximately five minutes ago. These ponies, and myself, were concerned for your safety and well being," The Royal Guard reported.

Celestia's mind raced as she flexed her magic. She examined any trace of interference in the field connecting her to the stellar body. The report was impeccable, She knew in that moment where the sun should have been, but it was not there. She could feel exactly where it was; however, it was in a location nearly exactly opposite of what she had known.

"Thank you, your competence will be awarded. Please return to your post," Celestia replied. She was supremely confident that her magic wasn't wrong. The sun was up, and she couldn't tell why. She felt a pit slowly forming in her stomach.

With that said, Celestia closed her room door and retrieved a scroll of parchment from a shelf. She began scribbling, furiously. Many a parchment were covered in pristine, fine print over the next few minutes. The princess curling up hooffull after hooffull of parchment together, simultaneously binding and sealing them with red ribbons and gold wax. The thick rolls of paper, all combusting collectively, flooded the dark, curtained room with light. Which amplified by the white themed, gold trimmed accented, It probably would have looked really cool if someone were there to see it.

Author's Notes:

Long time in the making, and hopefully not totally disappointing.

THX FOR READ TELL ME TO WRITE FASTER

Jokes aside, love u <3

Chapter 11, Like the Sun, Trouble Rises on the Horizon

"I HAD HIM RIGHT HERE," Luna yelled, as she continued reading the packet of parchment Spike's magic fire delivered moments ago. The poor baby dragon nearly suffocated spitting out the gout of flame required for the transmission of info. Twilight had put him down for a nap for all his hard work. "If I had only detained Dante a moment longer, and messaged my sister for advice," the lunar princess scolded herself.

"Luna, you made the best judgement you could have. There's no way that you could have predicted... This," Twilight replied sympathetically. "To be really honest, we aren't totally sure if Dante is responsible for all of this," She gestured at the small window to her left. The morning rays pierced the thin lavender drapes.

"After what we have been told by Admin Dante, I do not believe he was entirely truthful with us. I sensed nearly no magical signature whilst he was in the room directly across from me," Luna ruminated.

"I also didn't feel any magical presence, but I'm so excited by all of the possibilities," Twilight chimed.

"Celestia has requested my return to Canterlot. It is detailed here," Luna passed the packet to Twilight.

"I see," Twilight skimmed the packet. "Oh my!" Her pupils contracted and her ears flattened. She could feel a panic attack building. She took a deep breath and read aloud to the other occupants of the throne room. "Dearest sister, I do not have the slightest idea why my sun is up, nor how it got there. Help? Come back to Canterlot and give me a hoof with this please. Time is of the essence dearest sister. The tides!" The four other ponies exploded into feverish chatter.

"Celestia said, 'I have no idea,'" Applejack asked.

Fluttershy stared blank into a corner, quietly mumbling. It sounded something like, "Hippogriffs, not the Hippogriffs.

"I-I- I think I'm going to-," Rarity weakly said. She dramatically leaned backward, but she was caught just in time. Luckily there was a fainting sofa nearby. "Thank you Spike," She cooed. The baby dragon wiped a bead of sweat.

"What, What does that even mean," Rainbow Dash scoffed. "What about the rest of it," she demanded.

"It's all just guard and guard captain information about relief all across Equestria," Twilight answered. "Here is a section about Ponyville," She said shuffling the heap of parchment. "It says, 'Twilight, I included this section for you and your friends to use as a guide to relief in Ponyville. A temporary solution in these unusual circumstances. It will remain in effect until Luna and I resolve the cosmological situation.' It goes on, but it would be easier to let you read for yourselves." She placed the relevant papers on the table.

"I will be leaving, I must return at once. Thank you Twilight for the hospitality, I hope we see each other soon in a more favorable series of events," Luna bade farewell. She exited the throne room and quickly departed.

"Well girls," Twilight could feel the bags forming under her eyes. "It looks like we have some work to do."

Somewhere deep in the Everfree, Dante was extremely excited for his next experiment. As he stared at the ground, he noticed that with the "wand" in his hand, it enabled him to see a faint outline of what would be a cube on a grid. Oh my god, the ground isn't level with the blocks! This is a crime! I will never get over this, He thought as he began to wander around. He spent minutes just ambling around the meadow, examining how the height of the ground varied compared to the static grid. It seemed so perfect and unnatural. He heard a sound from above him. As he looked up, he noticed that his "professional" guard/spy was lightly snoozing, on the job.

Shortly after, He tunneled into the ground. He had spiral stair cased down in a four by four pattern. He used his handy wooden axe to bludgeon the topsoil and underlying solid stone away instantly, one cubic meter at a time. Not too far in he realized that there was a problem again, lighting. He decided to stop digging down at an even depth of twenty four meters.

When he reached this level he cleared a chamber measuring five meters cubed. Dante could hardly see his hand in front of his face, let alone dig farther from the dimly lit stairs. He had placed a block of glowstone in the ceiling halfway down the staircase. The /fill command facilitated repeating this in each corner of the room; However, Dante felt this becoming tedious quickly. He lifted opened the left side of his cloak and deposited his "wand."

His excitement began to boil anew as he removed his right hand from his cloak. I wonder what will happen if I, He thought as he held it out in front of him. It was pointed at a wall of stone about two meters above the floor. In his fist was a grapefruit sized anvil. He stood like this for about a minute, grunting and groaning. Come on man, MIND POWERS ACTIVATE, Dante thought as he strained. He leaned into it a little farther. Dude, I sound like I had too much Chipotle, work already, He thought indignantly. He shook his hand, leaned more, and suddenly, he lost his balance. He swung his arms and reflexively squeezed the item in his hand. A metallic clank sung out, followed closely by the sound of rushing air.

A moment later the man felt, what his mind registered should be, way too much force to survive. He remained still, in spite of this. The deafening sound of tonnes of metal crashing amplified inside the bare walled chamber. I can't tell if my ears are ringing, or if its just echoing, he thought. The top of his head felt cold, and heavy, so he looked upward to investigate. As he does so, another, not quite as loud impact sounds behind him. It was accompanied by the sound of small beads scattering across the floor, some of which, he felt hit his back.

Instantly, Dante whirled around to see a dark, iron anvil laying on its side. The hunk of iron had sunk into the floor about a centimeter, and the surrounding stone had developed several deep fractures. Small stone fragments littered the floor accompanied by a dense, lingering, haze of dust. Dante put the miniature anvil in his hand away. "Wow, just wow," He guffawed. That is insane! What does that thing weigh*, he asked no one. "If I just," he bent over the askew anvil, "pull!" He grunted in effort.

With one smooth motion, the anvil rocked upright. Some small stones were crushed beneath it in a heavy thud when the flat bottom met the floor. With a puff of dust, the silence of the chamber returned. Dante took a step to the side of the anvil and admired the two rectangular pits in the stone floor.

Suddenly a sound split the silence. Clip-clop-clip... Thump. It was getting louder, now starting to echo in the room. Uh oh, looks like I woke up the fun police, He thought. Why do I even need an "escort?" Dante's mind lit up. He raised his hands and typed: /give NotDustYet minecraft:barrier_block. He quickly pointed his hand to the door, and tapped enter. He squeezed the invisible cube that appeared in his hand twice, sealing the short tunnel to the stairs. He felt the air stagnate in the room as it sealed with the second barrier. A name tag appeared through the wall. It was exactly who he had expected to see.

Around the corner walked Sweet Fang. Dante could see her mouth something through the barrier. When she noticed him in the chamber in front of her she picked up the pace. Her effort was rewarded when she trotted face first into the barrier. The pain of walking straight into a wall made her tear up as she rubbed her snout. Dante watched in silence as she placed a hoof on the invisible barrier, testing it with a few taps. They both made eye contact. Sweet Fang held out her front hooves, tilted her head, and cocked her eyebrow. Dante shrugged in response. He returned to his examination of the anvil.

To his surprise, not the fall, nor debris had damaged the anvil. Dust had settled out of the air leaving a thin layer of grey speckling the striking face. He swept the dust off with a hand and leaned forward putting both of his palms flat on the cool metallic object. "Now how do I use this-," He was cut off when a familiar UI appeared, parallel with the surface. "Ain't that something," He chuckled. I should try this thing out, he thought as he retrieved his stick. He held the stick over the first slot on the anvil, and it fell out of his hand, scaling into place on the two dimensional menu. The bar at the top now read stick.

Dante tapped the bar with his finger, and the world froze. The console stood open, and the cursor blinked at the end of the line behind "Stick". It was erased and promptly replaced by the word "Whacker." "Yea, that seems appropriate," he stated approvingly and entered it. The world resumed and now there was a copy of his stick in the output box, that if he concentrated on long enough, he could see was now labeled "Whacker." With an enchantment cost of zero displayed underneath, he put his hand out to grasp it. This caused it to pop out of the UI and land directly in his palm. He held it up above his head. "Behold! I dub thee, The Whacker," He boomed.

Sweet Fang had sat down on the floor right in the middle of the hallway. Dante, clearly, didn't seem too interested in her or anything she had tried to mime to him through the invisible wall. "What is that," She mumbled to herself. She watched as Dante hold up what appeared to be a glowing stick. He seemed to be shouting something. "Whaa-," Her face was plastered with confusion. "Nothing this guy says, or does, makes any sense," She reasoned. "I mean how in Equestria did he even dig all of this rock out in such short notice. And if I can't hear what he is doing, what was that crazy loud noise?" Her head was spinning with questions, and the subject of all of them stood only a few meters away, yet entirely out of reach.

A wild thought caught Dante by surprise as he put his "Whacker" away. With his hands free, he opened the console. Rather than input anything, he examined the board itself. Now to find out where exactly I am, He thought. With a quick motion Dante pressed the F3 key. Color returned to the world. It was especially noticeable in Sweet Fang's large yellow irises and shiny lavender armor. That was not the first thing Dante noticed; however, it was the keyboard that continued to float in the air in front of him. Sweet Fang clearly noticed this as well as she stood up from where she was sitting to attention. She placed a hoof on the barrier again squinting to try and get as much detail as possible.

Aside from the keyboard continuing to hover midair, Dante noticed that in the edges of his vision many values were displayed. He focused for a few seconds to find the values he was looking for: his coordinates. This took no time at all as he was very familiar with the debug menu. He mentally noted these and a few other strange variables. One of these was the block observed. When he looked at the floor, the value for block observed read: equestria:stone rather than what would have been minecraft:stone. Odd, he thought to himself, I suppose it has to read something though.

Since Dante was clearly not in the console there was no command line. The keyboard was present, nevertheless, and he began to fiddle around with it pressing a few random keys. He started with the directional keys W, A, S, and D. No clear reaction resulted from these keys, so he continued across the board. Next up was the E key.

Upon input approximately half a meter from Dante's face appeared the classic Minecraft inventory UI displaying all of the items that he had acquired: An empty bucket, a wooden axe , and the Whacker. He pressed the key again, closing the display. He pressed the R key next. It was about as functional as the directional movement keys. This pattern continued, and he moved to T key next. This opened the command line, or so he thought, as the world paused again. There was one glaring difference. Previous instances of Dante opening the console resulted in a blank box with a blinking cursor. This time there was a message. He knew immediately that it was addressing him when he read it.

Yo Dust, you get the server set up yet?

"What the f-" He trailed off as he quickly typed a response into the box. When he entered it, his name tag was displayed in the chat, unlike the other party.

<NotDustYet> Do what? Uh, Hello? Who is this?

It's Mishtor? Silver keeps goin' on about this Minecraft server. You were supposed to be getting it ready.

Oh yeah, Mishtor, the moderator Sarah invited to Natura..., Dante recalled. I love playing with that guy, he's fun, he shook his head. There were more pressing matters at hand. Wait how am I supposed to explain this? There is no way this conversation is going to go smoothly, he worried. He prepared the best response he could, heavily downplaying the urgency he felt.

<NotDustYet> Right, the server, I was working on that last night. Uhh... I think there might be a delay in that due to some variables I didn't account for... Wait, how are you reaching me?

Through chat? How else would I?

<NotDustYet> ... Ha, right, of course.

Hm...
Where are you, you're showing up on the player list but whenever I try to TP to you it just TPs me to spawn.

<NotDustYet> I don't think I'm within the bounds of the server honestly, My current location is stated as 0, 89, -133, but I don't believe that, I would be able to see the spawn castle's south wall from here.

Mishtor didn't respond immediately, so Dante followed up with his best, extra concise, summary of the past day's events. I'm grasping at straws here, trying to get a guy on the internet to help me when I don't know how to help myself..., thought. Couldn't hurt to try, He hoped. He crossed

<NotDustYet> If I'm being totally honest, I think I somehow screwed up, and fell into a alternate reality with tiny aggressive horses. They have one spying on me . A couple of minutes ago she fell asleep. I slipped away, long enough to build a safe base, but she's back now.

...
Are you high?

Dante pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. There it is, he doesn't believe me. For real, I wouldn't believe me either if i told myself that, He thought. He reined it in, and carefully worded his next message.

<NotDustYet> I know I sound crazy but I'm being serious. Do you have any idea what could possibly have happened, or what I could do?

Is this a mod?

Clearly the message wasn't getting through, so He went for a more blunt approach.

<NotDustYet> I mean I literally woke up here! I wasn't paying attention in science class, but maybe it was an Einstein-Rosen something?

IRL?

That got him something, it seemed. Pleased, he responded.

<NotDustYet> Yea IRL, that's what I've been trying to say!!

So, you believe you got sucked through a wormhole. And are now in a world with tiny. aggressive. horses?

Seeing Mishtor report back what he had just said, Dante felt uneasy with the explanation.

<NotDustYet> When you put it like that, it sounds unbelievable. Yeah pretty much...

Well, quantum physics says anything is possible...
But, if you're in a completely different universe, how are we chatting right now?

<NotDustYet> That's what I said! Say,could you run a quick command for me? A simple: TP me to you.

Maybe I can get lucky, he hoped.

K, just a sec
There. Anything?
I'm not seeing you.

ERR, target not specified. Correct usage: /tp <player> [player] {x}{y}{z}

<NotDustYet> Yeah, I got a bunch of console Err and Syntax arguments on my chat line.

Do you think it would be possible to TP me to you?

<NotDustYet> Let me try to TP you to me.

Dante considered this for a moment as he closed the chat and opened the console. He began to type, Wait what if it works, He pondered. He quickly pressed F3 and T.

<NotDustYet> Uh before I do, In case this works, You don't have Equinophobia right?

No, I actually kinda like horses.

With that response, he returned to the console and input /tp Mishtor NotDustYet

You do not have permission to do this.

Dante deflated at this output. What do you mean I don't have permission, I'm the operator, He thought dejectedly.

<NotDustYet> Anything on your end?

Nothing here.

<NotDustYet> What now, I'm stuck and I honestly don't know where to go. I dug a base to test items and commands, but this whole ordeal has been somewhat disheartening.

He could feel his mood sinking as reality faced him. Am I even an operator still, he wondered. Determined to find out he slapped in the command /OP NotDustYet

Opped NotDustYet
You have been Opped

Dante put his hand to his chin, "So I'm still opped, but I'm missing permission? I'm so confused," he mumbled. He shot a glance to Sweet Fang. Her face was pressed up against the barrier, cupping her eyes with her hooves. The sight made Dante open the console to contain his outburst of laughter. With tears in his eyes he closed the console and turned to face the wall instead to reopen it. Theres no way I can concentrate on this conversation with that face staring into my soul, He thought with mirth. He gave her a second glance. Her snout was pointing towards the floor, but she effectively looked up, directly at him. This profile made it appear that her eyes were bugging out of their sockets. He wiped his eyes and took a deep breath. Refocused, he opened the chat.

<NotDustYet> I still seem to have Operator Permissions...

Shouldn't that mean you can do anything?

<NotDustYet> That's what I'd think but there are some things that I can't apparently. As far as Minecraft gameplay goes, my authorities are intact, /give, /gamemode, /time and so on.

Maybe Silver limited your perms?
Is she there?

<NotDustYet> I haven't talked to her since she logged out yesterday. She got off before me while I was troubleshooting.

Damn

<NotDustYet> Just checked my perms. Like I said, I'm still opped. I know that it can't be the teleport command specifically, I have already used it successfully.

Wait I just realized something.
Do you have your computer with you?

The more honest I am, the less honest it sounds. If I can't tell the truth, then there's no way he can help, He thought. Having decided on one hundred percent open conversation, he replied.

<NotDustYet> No...? I am literally typing on a floating keyboard.

huh

<NotDustYet>Wait, I'm not being sarcastic. It floats, like the chat box and console do. They also appear and disappear with a gesture!

As I understand it, you need a computer to do these things.

<NotDustYet> As I understood it, Horses didn't come in purple and shoot lasers!

HAHAHAHA
I'm sorry
I know this situation is serious, but the way you said that was just too funny!

<NotDustYet> It's cool, I have been nervous laughing since I started chatting to keep from having a breakdown.

Wait, back up.
You said purple horse.

<NotDustYet> Yep, Purple, pink, white, navy blue. Whatever color, there's eight of em somewhere
<NotDustYet> Probably doing horse cult things...

I know this sounds like an odd question, but just go with me here.

<NotDustYet> Okay, I'm all ears.

What does the purple one look like?

<NotDustYet> Uh, about a meter high, dark purple hair, a horn, and wings.
<NotDustYet> Her name was Sparkle, something.

Twilight Sparkle?

<NotDustYet> That's the one, tried to kill me on sight. Wait how'd you know that?! Is this an elaborate prank?

I could ask you the same, dude... That's the main character of a TV show.

This piqued Dante's interest. A tv show, am I really on tv getting pranked, He thought, anticipating a camera crew to come out of nowhere. Does he know, and isn't telling me because he's in on it?

<NotDustYet> What?
<NotDustYet> A TV show?

Yes, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
You trying to tell me you got sucked into a Cartoon for little girls?
Listen man, I got work in the morning, I just logged in to see how the server setup was going. When you wanna be for real, hit me up.

The messages fired off in quick succession, each one a blow to his ego. He hadn't even had a chance to respond before another message popped up.

Mishtor left the game

Author's Notes:

*If a cubic meter of iron weighs 7800 kg and a Minecraft anvil's volume takes up about 0.5m³, then an anvil weighs about the same as a 2020 F-450 at 3800kg or 8400lbs!

Much love!

Special shoutout to i-love-schmaltz for playing the role of Mishtor!