A group of superheroes finds a mysterious portal and out of curiosity, they jump through and enter Equestria.
(Takes place between Season 3 Episode 10 and Episode 13) A superhero named Lorenzo and his other friends are bored out of their minds when a portal just appeared out of nowhere. Lorenzo, like the others, always hoped for an adventure that’s worth his while. But once their desire for a new adventure had been fulfilled, it wasn’t on their own terms. Instead, adventure found them. And instead of adventure, it was the last place any human would likely wound up at: Ponyville.
It was late autumn, and winter is guaranteed to be kicking in soon. Today, the average temperature is currently at 5.5 degrees Celsius, or for the Americans, 42 degrees Fahrenheit. The orange, yellow, and even red leaves are occasionally falling off of the trees and blowing gracefully in the wind. The peaceful routine of the European country of Switzerland combined with the beautiful scenery of the southeastern mountains in the background and the autumn trees would’ve made a vacation out here glorious. But this atmosphere would soon be interrupted by an angered female voice, calling out to her ex-husband, whom she thought was part of some sort of cult. On the now empty streets of Bern, a woman using some telekinetic ability to grow thick vines and branches out from the ground uses said magical vines and branches to throw a nearby parked Chevrolet Equinox LT in a fit of rage.
“EMMERICH!!!” She repeats, this time louder and unable to contain her anger. He has to be here somewhere. She has coerced a hacker into finding this guy’s address and once she finds him, he will learn what happens when you take a mother’s children away from her.
“Er ist weg. [He’s gone]” A staticky, 8-bit, masculine voice lied in German. The woman turned to where the voice came from and saw two men. The one who just spoke wore a dark olive green—almost black—hoodie with matching cargo pants and what looked like a pair of darker hiking boots. His entire body is chromatically aberrated and tends to glitch every ten seconds. Where his face should be is instead obscured by the pitch-black shadow of his hood, making him even more mysterious and intimidating. There’s also a backwards American flag on his right sleeve, implying that he’s in the military, with the abbreviating letters, “S.R.T.” right below it.
In truth, he technically is, since he and his fellow operatives are part of a military division funded by the North Atlantic Treaty Organization and the U.S. government. This division is often referred to as the SRT, which stands for ‘Superhuman Regimental Team,’ though the general public calls them the Periodics.
Standing right beside him was one of his operatives, who is generally known as Fulminazione Uomo in Italy, the name meaning Fulmination Man, due to his ability to spontaneously generate electricity and harmlessly conduct it through his entire body without electrocuting himself and, with enough voltage, use it as a weapon to electrocute people with one punch, and even power an entire house as long as he’s well fed, hydrated, and well rested. So, to amplify that ability even further, he wears a highly conductive suit of full body armor that includes a pair of knuckles and boots with metal toe caps. The entire suit is made of silver, one of the most effective electrical conductors on earth. The most striking feature is his minimalist style helmet, which is just a shiny dome with no eyeholes or any fancy features on it. The helmet was supposedly inspired by Red Hood from the DC universe, when really, he just stole the helmet design. The only thing that helps him see through it is this futuristic one-way visor, like something out of a sci-fi movie.
The staticky hooded man turns towards Fulmination Man.
“Remember the plan, Lorenzo?” He asked, calling him by his real name.
“Sì.” He replies affirmatively in Italian. The two agreed that Lorenzo should shock the woman with his electricity by surprise while the hooded man distracts her. The goal is for him to shock her enough to stun her or knock her down so Hassium could finish her off.
The hooded man shot forward, flying like Superman straight towards the woman as Lorenzo ran down a nearby alleyway. The vine summoning woman didn’t have time to see where Lorenzo was going, for Hassium landed a punch straight to her face, only for it to be blocked by the vines that had just came out from under the concrete road. He flies around and gives her another punch, but those same vines grew rapidly to block that punch as well.
“Hau ab, Hassium! [Get away, Hassium!]” The woman demanded in German, calling the hooded man by his superhero name, Hassium Hacker—named after the transition metal on the periodic table, mostly because he knows a lot about coding. He sort of embraced the name because he didn’t even know what hassium did or was used for.
“Das betrifft Sie nicht! [This doesn’t involve you!]” She continued as the vines wrap around Hassium, about to throw him away.
“Wenn du herumgehst und alles kaputt machst, dann ja. Es betrifft mich. [If you go around and wreck everything, then yeah. It does involve me.]” Hassium replies in the same language, shooting lasers out of his eyes at the vines, slicing them like butter. Being born in Germany, he knew the language well before he was moved to the U.S., where he learned English.
Hassium then flies up to her for another punch only for it to land on thin air, for his target had dodged it and gave him a hard punch. He took it like it was nothing and went for another punch, which was blocked by the woman’s vines she just summoned.
As the two fought, Lorenzo comes out from behind a dumpster, whips out an extendable, durable, spear-like rod made of highly conductive metals and plunges it into her chest and shoves her to the ground, prohibiting her from moving anywhere, all the while, he shoots electricity into the rod and shocking her, giving Hassium even more time to get up, rush over and stomp on her head, crushing her skull and killing her instantly.
“That was… quick.” Hassium commented as he wiggled his foot to get the blood and brain matter off his shoe before glancing at Lorenzo, who’s looking a bit disappointed, though it’s impossible to see his true feelings through his totally original designed helmet.
“Yeah.” Lorenzo sighed. “Thank goodness for that.”
There was a moment of awkward silence as Hassium thought of what else to say.
“I’ll… see you back at the base.” Hassium got out before flying away.
Once Hassium was away, Lorenzo took off his helmet and rubbed his brow to dampen his now growing frustration. He began to feel like this routine of beating the crap out of supervillains is getting repetitive. It’s not like the Joker versus Batman, or Captain America versus Red Skull or the Winter Soldier. Lorenzo really questions why do these guys even bother trying to go up against them. In the end, they always lose. There’s Jacob Payne, a guy obsessed with a medieval sword that grants him superpowers, Neón, who can glow in the dark and summon elastic glowstick whips… and that’s literally it, another man who’s always engulfed in flames like the burning sun named the “Sun Demon”, as the name implies.
And this Poison Ivy ripoff whose name turns out to be Amelia Bickersfield, an angry ex-wife of a businessman, who won a court case following a divorce and it seems that odds were against her favor. She wasn’t even allowed to see the children anymore. And it’s all because of her negligence and selfishness. She even demanded spousal support from the husband. Every decision she makes is entirely based on emotional appeals.
Fighting each of those guys are just his monotonous routine, now. They have no more interesting tricks up their sleeves, because over the past three decades, they’ve used them all up. And now, he feels like he should just kill them all, but he’s trained to follow orders. He was never ordered to kill any of them unless they cause mass destruction. Even so, being a superhero is no longer about adventure and goodwill. Now, it’s no more enjoyable than typing away in an office cubical.
Lorenzo takes out a remote and with a press of a button, his personal vehicle—a silver aerodynamic sports car that looks like a mix between a Mclaren MP4-12C and a Bugatti Veyron Super Sport with pitch black windows like the U.S. president’s limo (even the windshield)—rolls in and stops right next to him. He walks into it and with the engine still left running switches off the self-driving mode and manually drives back to base, contemplating on quitting his job and going back to being a Catholic priest at his church. At least there, he’d have a purpose. He inwardly prayed that something—anything—will make him stay any longer. The pay is much better than his humble self could ever ask for, and he does not want to throw it all away. Not now.
Hassium was sitting at a circular table that’s closest to four feet in diameter, looking at the spotless touch screen of his new iPhone 5 that just came out a couple months ago. The phone had a silver case on it, as if it were metal. He’s really enjoying it and its new features. On the other side of the table sat another man, this one more muscular, who calls himself “Leos,” dressed in camouflage cargo shorts, leather sandals, and a purple, Byzantine style shirt that looks a little tight on him. His porcelain face accompanied by his brown, curly hair, blue eyes, and faint beard stubble is perfectly clean and smooth, not a single blemish in sight.
As Hassium scrolls through YouTube videos on his phone, he comes across a vibrant thumbnail of a video that had the words, “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic” on it in pink letters. Right beside it were six smiling, equally vibrant and colorful horses, or, as little girls like to call them, unicorns.
Each of them had distinguishing features and unique hair styles that make them stand out from each other. One was purple and had the mandatory unicorn horn. The second one is white as snow and also has a horn, but has swirly, purple hair and tail. The third had no horn and instead a pair of wings and rainbow hair. The fourth looked gentle and kind. She was yellow and also had wings like the rainbow haired unicorn. The fifth one was blond and has a cowboy hat, suggesting that she’s from the wild west. And the sixth one has curly, poofy, pink hair that sort of matched her body, which was a lighter shade of pink.
He scoffed at the cartoony image and kept scrolling for anything interesting. He has no interest in shows made for little girls. The only children’s media he’s ever into was Spongebob Squarepants and Star Wars and even that’s starting to become boring for him, now. The trilogy of Star Wars prequels haven’t done well in theaters, and the only appeal of it was the lightsaber duels. His train of thought was interrupted when Leos looked at him, mildly frustrated, and spoke up in his usual Greek accent.
“Hassium, turn off your cell phone and have a discussion with me.”
Though Hassium had no eyes or anything to show frustration or anger, he glared in retaliation at his unnecessarily harsh tone.
“Alright, fine!” He replied, frustrated, as he put his phone in his pocket. “What should we talk about?”
“I just don’t understand why you’re so obsessed with YouTube all of the sudden. People these days. They use their cell phones all the time. Before it’s the television, and now this. All they do is send text messages and play World of Warcraft, or whatever that game is.”
“You obviously never learned the fun of it. People play videogames and spend a lot of time on the internet the same reason why you drink alcohol.”
“Videogames is not a coping mechanism.”
“It actually kinda is.”
There was a moment of silence between the two of them. Hassium was unsure of what else to talk about, until an idea came up.
“Leos.” Hassium asked.
Leos looked at him, anticipating a response.
“You never told me any of your secrets.”
Leos scoffed. “I figured I’ve told you enough about my immortality and how long and how much I’ve suffered because of it. If I wanted to rip the damn garment off, I would.”
Leos has lived for only a couple of centuries, and in that time, he’s experienced battle countless times. He’s also experienced happiness, comfort, sorrow, and heartbreak just as much. At one point, he was prone to depression when someone he deeply respects is gone forever, no matter if they’re dead or not. But now, he’s become so desensitized that nothing makes him feel any sort of negative emotion anymore. There are few things that make him feel any sort of enjoyment. He’s even tried to commit suicide, but literally nothing kills him. He’s stuck with his magic necklace that grants him powers and immortality for Zeus knows how much longer.
“Not that. Since you dress in Spartan armor whenever we go on our little operations, I was wondering where you got that and why you always wear it.”
“Tradition. It is nothing more than just a decoration on my body. I got it from Sparta. An ancient city-state in Greece a long time ago.”
“How long?” Hassium asked, having never hears of Sparta before.
“For maybe two thousand years. I’m not so sure. My memory isn’t all perfect anymore.”
“So, how was it like in Sparta two thousand years ago?”
“Compared to today, it must be a little scary. When I was just an infant, the soldiers of Sparta came to my father’s house and inspected me. In Sparta, they want their infant children to be born looking like they’re gonna become a warrior. I was one of the lucky ones who didn’t get tossed off a cliff.”
“Tossed off a cliff? What do you mean?”
“If that child doesn’t qualify for training, according to the soldiers, they get tossed off a cliff.”
“Damn. That sounds like North Korea. As soon as you were born, you were at risk of dying because the regime judges you whether or not you’re worthy of living on and becoming just another servant in their army.”
“Sort of like North Korea, but if you’re not dead by the time you turn seven, you undergo training for the Spartan army. Boys do it, girls do it. As a matter of fact, they believe that strong women produce strong babies for strong soldiers.”
“I thought it was only men.”
“It wasn’t just men. Anyways, I continue training until I was in my twenties, I think. Then, I have to do a test. They test you to see if you’re going to become a real soldier and an official citizen. If you pass, you continue your training and walk amongst the people of Sparta as a citizen, or the Spartiate, as I would remember it. If not, you become the Perioeci, or the middle class. You could still serve in the army and you paid taxes—so you can still live a relatively normal life in Sparta—but you get no political rights.” “Is there a lower class?” “Yes. The helots. You do not want to be in that class. The helots were always looked down upon. You were either a slave or a descendant of people who hated to be under the rule or protection of Sparta.”
“Did you pass that test?”
“Yes. And thus, I was in the Spartiate, and my family was honored.”
“And then what?”
“Look, I’ll talk more about it later.”
“Dude, you said we can have a conversation.”
“Then let’s talk about something else.”
Their conversation was interrupted when they heard a voice in a French accent call from the balcony.
“Guys? You need to come see this!”
Leos and Hassium both rose from their seats and walked to the balcony, where their boss and founder of the Periodics, Copper King, stood at 6’10”. Copper King is a man made entirely out of copper, though his face doesn’t make him seem human. It’s basically a shiny copper mask with small, asymmetrical, circular eyeholes and a small rectangular hole for a mouth as well as a pyramid shaped nose that looks as if whoever made this mask tried their best to make the nose look like a nose. The mask looks most similar to that of a cyberman from Doctor Who.
No matter the weather, or how hot or cold the temperature is, he always wore a copper crown accompanied by a blue Napoleonic military uniform with a copper chestplate, gold epaulettes, red wrist cuffs with gold couplings, white woolen gloves, and 18th century leather boots, displaying that he once served in the Napoleonic Wars as a cavalry officer.
No one can be sure, because everyone would naturally assume that he’s just someone with dissociative identity disorder taking on the role of an 18th century soldier from France, but as it turns out, he was actually born in France and he’s served in the French military at some point in his life. So, his true backstory remains uncertain.
“What is it?” Hassium asked.
“There.” Copper King pointed his gloved hand to a bright, purple light on the hillside. “Such a spectacle I find before me.”
“What is that?” Leos asked. Leos, having lived 2,454 years of his life, he’s seen some strange stuff, but he could never recall seeing a portal appear in his life, so he was intrigued by the strange object. Hassium initially thought that this portal could lead to the Minecraft dimension due to its purple color, but Copper King and Leos thought that it could be a wormhole that could lead to anywhere in the universe.
“Hassium, call the rest of the team and tell them we have an anomaly to investigate.”
“Aye aye!” Hassium saluted before grabbing his phone and calling for the rest of the team. Meanwhile, Lorenzo enters the house before taking off his dome helmet, feeling a bit depressed.
“Oh, hey, Lorenzo. How was the date night with Lady Flora?” Leos joked.
“Monotonous at best.” Lorenzo responded sadly. “I’m just hoping that something would go different today, or tomorrow.”
“Well, turns out there has been something out on the mountain right about now.”
“Really?” Lorenzo said with a hint of curiosity.
“Yes. You should come see.”
Lorenzo walks to the balcony where Copper King still stood and saw that same light still there.
“Believe me, I’m just as confused as you are.” Copper King comments as he stares in awe and curiosity.
“I’m more excited than confused.” Lorenzo admits. “This might send us to another world and we could visit a peaceful fantasy city.”
Several minutes later, a black man with short black hair named Aiden Tremblay entered the house, followed by a bipedal robot that looks like a mix between the T-800 from the Terminator movies and an assaultron from Fallout 4.
“You have summoned me, Oswald.” The robot says in an a low-pitched Robosoft text to speech voice with a slight electronic twang, calling Hassium by a name an old friend gave to him. He initially has no name. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Stay and await further instruction.” Hassium commanded.
“Waiting.” The robot then stopped just as it got through the doorway. Aiden maneuvers past it as it was taking up a lot of space in the narrow hallway.
“So, y’all said something about an ‘anomaly.’” Aiden asked in his usual southern American accent like CJ from GTA: San Andreas. “What is it?”
“We think it’s a portal that’s worth investigating.” Copper King explains. He notices the absence of two other superheroes. “Where’s Müller and Platinum Prince?”
“He should be somewhere in this ho—” Hassium said as he was about to search for him, but he looked behind him and screamed in horror at his sudden appearance. Müller was wearing a pair of black leather boots, a faded khaki uniform with a belt and ammo pouches, a pickelhauben helmet, a leather gas mask, a backpack, and a pistol holster that’s carrying a loaded Luger self-loading pistol. He also has a Gewehr 98, with a knife strapped to the barrel, slung over his shoulder.
“Müller, don’t sneak up on me like that!” Hassium scolded.
“Now, there should be one more.” Leos said as he waited for Platinum Prince to arrive.
The door opens and a man wearing a set of futuristic platinum full body armor and a crown that’s shorter than Copper King’s. The mask has four lines for the mouth and an inch thick horizontal line of bulletproof glass as a lens for the eyes, even though it’s as easy to see out of as the windshield of a Buzzard car from Mad Max: Fury Road.
His suit of armor was also accompanied by a tactical vest with an assortment of gadgets, including frag grenades, throwing knives, flash grenades, extra ammo clips, and a radio to call the other members. On his utility belt are two holstered pistols, a flare gun, a dagger, and a sword. The fact that he can easily carry all of that without breaking a sweat is impressive, but then again, this assortment of weapons and gadgets is like something Batman would use to take down a small country. This mission that the whole team is about to go on is nothing like that.
Like Copper King, Platinum’s history was shrouded in mystery. Being a man made out of platinum, he claims to have fought in the Polish-Soviet War and in World War II before going into hiding until the Soviets liberated Poland from Nazi Germany. Being strongly against communism, he left for Sweden and then to France, where he met Copper King, and they became best friends.
“Sorry I’m late.” Platinum Prince apologizes in a Polish accent as he entered the home. “You guys said there’s an anomaly we need to investigate. So, I thought I should come prepared.”
Aiden rolled his eyes at the expensive armor he’s wearing. “Whatever, man. Let’s just get this investigation over with so I can be with my girlfriend. We’re plannin’ to watch a movie.”
“Alright, team. Let’s move out!” Copper King commanded.
“TITANium, follow me.” Hassium ordered his robot companion.
“Yes, sir.” It replied before following Hassium as Lorenzo put his dome helmet back on his head and the visor switched back on.
Leos snapped his fingers and for a split second, he was engulfed in a bright light, and once it faded, he’s now wearing ancient Spartan hoplite armor consisting of a gold Korinthian helmet with a red crest, a flanged gold cuirass, gold leg greaves worn over his now taller leather sandals, gold forearm bracers similar to those of Wonder Woman, and strips of leather around his purple skirt, which is part of his shirt of the same color and material. This armor earned Leos the superhero name, Golden Guardian.
As everyone ran out of the house and over to the mountain, where the portal is at, unlike the others, the whole journey there, Lorenzo feels excited that he’s about to experience something interesting. It seems that God has answered his prayers. But once his desire for a new adventure has been fulfilled, it wasn’t on his own terms. Instead, adventure found him.
They all arrived at the portal and once they realized that this portal doesn’t have the ability to suck air in, Hassium, being nearly indestructible, walks closer to it. He was about to check what’s behind it only to find that there’s a cone shaped vortex. He reaches out to touch it, or maybe even feel it.
“Don’t touch it!” Platinum Prince warns in paranoia. “We don’t yet know what it’ll do to us if it’s tampered with. I heard that portals can be very unpredictable, especially where they take you. For all we know, it could send us to the vacuum of space.”
“You worry too much.” Hassium said dismissively. “It’s harmless.”
Just as he says that, he feels some unknown force pulling him towards it. The other start noticing this, too.
“It’s getting a little windy.” Leos comments. “It is almost winter after all.”
Then, Hassium gets violently pulled into the portal, cutting off his screams for mercy once he was through it.
“I TOLD YOU!!” Platinum Prince exclaimed in confirmed panic. The rest of the team attempt to run away, but by then, the gravitational pull from the portal was too great. All eight superheroes were dragged kicking and screaming into the purple swirly vortex. The only one who wasn’t screaming was TITANium, who just willingly ran into the portal to follow Hassium, and Müller, who apparently has no vocal cords to scream, let alone talk.
To say that Twilight Sparkle liked the idea of an existing multiverse was an understatement. She was obsessedover it. Almost to the point where Spike had to remind her every day about her monthly friendship reports to the princesses. She’d reassure him that she never forget, but Spike was still concerned. Reading any and all books about multiverses and alternate timelines became the number one thing to do in her spare time, and even when she spent time with her friends every now and then, as soon as she reads the various books on multiverses, Spike would get an uneasy feeling that she might forget about them and go back to her old, antisocial ways.
After a while, it seems that Twilight had discovered all there was to know about the multiverse, alternate realities and timelines, and other worlds and universes just like their own. That is until after an adventure involving an old library is when she discovered an old spell book about other worlds accessible via a complex spell that summons a portal to it. And for the past several weeks, she’s been studying it tirelessly, eager to know more. So, once Spike figured it out that she’s about to try out one of the spells from the book, he protested, especially considering that the spell she’s about to use hasn’t even been tested before in Equestrian history. And unbeknownst to her, it was probably for a good reason.
“Don’t worry, Spike.” Twilight assured the little purple dragon. “I know what I’m doing.”
Twilight then rereads the spell directions one more time before nodding in confirmation. She readied herself, gathered up all of her strength, and with difficulty, shot a blast of magic onto the nearby wall, creating a blinding light that soon dimmed as a magenta vortex formed.
She looked in amazement. Despite her magic power, she had just successfully summoned an interdimensional portal.
“Oh my gosh…” She muttered as she summoned a notebook and quill and began jotting down notes. Though she was worn out from summoning that portal, “It actually worked!”
“Is it over, yet?” A voice called from upstairs.
“Not yet.” She replied, wondering if she should go through it herself, or wait for something to come through it from the other side before the portal disappears. She waited, and waited, and waited. Not about to risk getting killed on the other side, she threw a nearby apple she originally planned on eating through the portal.
She sighed in defeat. “Okay, Spike.” She hollered upstairs. “You can come back down, now.”
Small, faint footsteps can be heard as the little purple dragon walked downstairs, still worried about the gaping vortex leading to nowhere on the wall. Though Spike took her word for it, he still felt unsure. She cannot deactivate the portal, so for Celestia knows how long, they’re gonna have to deal with it being around in the library and hopefully, it won’t suck in or spit out anything.
But as it turned out. It did spit out something. Because once Twilight and Spike were about to conclude that this portal will simply idle there for the remainder of its life, several unfamiliar objects came tumbling through the portal and landed on the floor with a thud. They all look very large, and Twilight and Spike couldn’t even recognize them at first, but as each of them got up, it’s been revealed that they’re ape-like creatures, wearing some type of clothing. They also have a robot-looking thing built to look like them.
Twilight was both fascinated and a bit unnerved by their size and lanky appearances. Some look a bit disturbing to look at, like the hooded creature, whose face is obscured by its overcasting shadow, giving him an ominous and creepy appearance.
The robot was the first one to speak, “Who Are you?”
Spike then ran behind Twilight in fear, and Twilight glanced at him reassuringly and then back at the ape-like creatures, hoping they’re all friendly. The robot stared at her, anticipating a response. The rest of the unknown creatures stared at the purple unicorn, who looked to be about half their height, with dark violet hair and a lighter purple and magenta stripe. Judging by the large eyelashes surrounding her eyes, the unicorn is a girl. Speaking of her eyes, they have purple irises much like the rest of her, but her eyes are so big, they take up half of her face, making her face very expressive—more than that of a regular horse or unicorn they’ve ever seen. In contrast, her snout is small and her head seemed slightly larger than the rest of her body. It almost reminded Hassium of how anime characters are drawn. She looked… kinda cute.
“T-Twilight Sparkle.” She got out.
“Twilight Sparkle?” The hooded man asked in disbelief in a creepy, distorted voice that vaguely resembled that of a man.
“I never heard anyone called that before.” The other commented. He was dressed in a blue uniform and seems to be wearing a bronze mask and crown, as if he were the king or the leader of this group of creatures.
“Are you all okay?” Twilight asked. “You’re all so… big.”
“And you and yo room are so small!” The other one replied in an accent similar to that of Applejack, wearing a simple red shirt, pants, and shoes. “You literally half my height, man.”
“Where are you from? Who are you all?” Twilight asked.
“We’re humans from the planet Earth.” The one dressed like Celestia’s royal guard answered. “I’m Aegeus Leos. And this is Hassium Hacker, General Müller, Copper King, Platinum Prince, Aiden Tremblay, Lorenzo, and the robot we just call TITANium.”—As he introduced each of the humans, he pointed to each one and called their names—“But we can’t stay here. We need to go—”
Just as they were all about to consider leaving, the portal shrunk until it disappeared into smoke. All of the humans stared in disbelief and hopelessness. They’re stuck here, now.
“Niech to cholera!!” Platinum Prince cursed in a language Twilight and Spike cannot recognize. “Portal zniknął, nie mamy jedzenia i nawet nie wiemy, gdzie jesteśmy!”
“Calm down.” Lorenzo assures. “I’m sure this librarian unicorn has some snacks here and can figure some way out of here, if that’s possible. But even so, we might have a new adventure for a change. We might’ve discovered a new world!”
“As much as I hate the idea of being forever stuck here and being unable to return to Earth to save mankind from vengeful supervillains, he may have a point.” Hassium commented. “I’m sure there’s a way out of this mess. After all, we’ve survived worse situations before.”
“By the way, who made that portal?” Aiden asked.
“I did.” Twilight replied. “I was just testing the spell, and it seems that the other end of the portal wound up on your planet.”
“Can you summon it back?” Leos asks.
“That one spell took a lot of energy to create.” Twilight answers, feeling sorry for herself. “I’m a bit too tired to perform the spell again right now. I’m sorry.”
“How long will it take for you to regain your energy?”
“I don’t even know. But until then, you guys can live in my basement, if you want.”
“I’d appreciate that.” Copper King thanked. “It better be big enough to fit all eight of us.”
“So, for the time being, we’re stuck here in an uncharted universe.” Platinum Prince said in bitter acceptance. “Now what?”
“I could send a letter to my teacher, Princess Celestia, and she can decide what to do from there.” Twilight suggested. “Now that I think about it, I’m not sure if all eight of you can fit here. Not to mention that you’re all twice my height.”
“Princess Celestia?” Hassium asked with a hint of suspicion. He never really liked royalty. “Who’s that?”
“She’s the ruler of Equestria alongside her younger sister, Luna. I’ll talk about Luna later, but all you need to know for now is that she’s my mentor and I was about to show this portal summoning spell book to her. She might be able to help you all.”
“Sounds good to me.” Lorenzo agreed.
“Let’s hope we can trust her.” Hassium said doubtfully.
“Well, since there isn’t much we can do here right now besides sit on our arses and wait for something crazy to happen or for someone else to find a way to get us home, I’m afraid we have no other option. Let us see what this Celestia can do for us.” Leos admits.
Twilight trotted over to her desk, summoned a quill, and wrote down her letter.
Dear, Princess Celestia. Today, I found that spell book you were talking about. And out of curiosity, I might’ve accidentally brought in some visitors from another world. I’m afraid I’m unable to perform the spell a second time. So, all I ask of you is, ‘is there another way to get these sentient creatures back to their home planet…’ “How do you spell Earth?” Twilight asked.
“E-A-R-T-H.” Lorenzo spelled out.
‘…Earth.’ Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle
She then hands the letter over to Spike.
“Spike, send this to Princess Celestia.” Twilight commanded.
Spike then blows green fire on the paper, and its ashes are carried by the wind out through an open window.
“What the hell?” Hassium blurted out in fear. “He just burned the letter!”
“Don’t worry. It’s magic fire.” Twilight assures him. “Now, while we wait for her to arrive, I have billions of questions for you.”
“No, humans don’t use magic.” Copper King admits immediately. “Magic doesn’t exist on Earth. So, we’re heavily reliant on technology and machines. In fact, humanity today is defined by technology. We, however, aren’t real humans. People categorize individuals like us as superhumans, people who are born with supernatural abilities, including superior physical strength, speed, durability, altered height, rubber limbs, extreme heat generation, and many others.”
“But unlike the aforementioned abilities, magic just doesn’t run in our DNA.” Leos added. “Humans are incapable of wielding magic even if we know how it works. The only ones who can aren’t even from Earth, and the only ways we can activate or even emit magic is through artificial means through the use of machines, like what he told you.”
“Interesting.” Twilight commented with a smile. “I gotta write this down somewhere.”
“She always writes stuff down.” Spike comments, rolling his eyes as Twilight summons a clipboard with paper and a pen so she can hastily jot down notes. “Wouldn’t say I blame her, though.”
“Yeah, ‘cause we’re probably the first humans to step foot in a land where unicorns exist.” Aiden agrees.
“Makes sense.” Lorenzo adds.
“There’s no guarantee that Celestia can help us.” Platinum Prince suggests.
“Well, she’s our best chance we have.” Leos argues. “It’s either that or we’re stuck here forever, leaving Switzerland defenseless.”
“Maybe you can tell us more about this place, Twilight.” Lorenzo asked. “We’re just as curious about you as you are about us. First off, why are you allowing us to stay in your basement. Most people would be very hesitant to let anyone enter their homes.”
Twilight glances around nervously and shrugs. She really didn't expect any of these questions, especially since none of them seem dangerous at all.
“Well, you guys do look different, or even creepy, but you haven’t done anything harmful yet. You all seem pretty nice, if not unwanting to stay here any longer.”
“I don’t know about that.” Hassium said, as if trying to admit something, but is too afraid to proceed. “We… have a little dark side. We’re superheroes, we fight crime, but we aren’t the brightest.”
“Leos mentioned Switzerland.” Twilight asked, trying to change the subject. “Is that another town?”
“It’s a country.” Leos replies. “The most peaceful land on Earth, and in human history. The only conflicts that happen involving Switzerland are between its own citizens.”
“That’s great to hear. Is Copper King an actual king?”
“By definition, no.” He replied. “I was the founder of this band of superheroes called the Periodics. It was co-founded by Platinum Prince, whom I used to serve with for decades. We were close friends, but now it’s like I’m dealing with a paranoid housewife.”
“Shut the hell up, Copper King.” Platinum Prince retorted.
“You’re only proving my point by wearing that ridiculous suit of armor and assortment of gadgets like you’re going to overthrow the Bolivian government.”
“I have my reasons for wearing it. This is my multipurpose uniform.”
Pinkie Pie just got done making cupcakes in Sugarcube Corner, and was about to gobble them up one by one, when she felt her Pinkie senses tingling. It was all too familiar to her, and once she felt that twitch on her tail, she knew what has just happened in Ponyville mere moments ago. Someone new has arrived in Ponyville. She knew she had to prepare a ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ party, and that idea alone fills her with excitement. Without a second thought, she zipped out through the front doors of Sugarcube Corner to the Golden Oak Library.
“I must wonder. If that suit of armor is gonna save you from a bear attack, then what is it made of?” Copper King demands.
“Wasn’t I supposed to ask the questions, here?” Twilight asks as Müller stares at Spike, who once again feels uneasy.
Platinum Prince sighs in frustration, ignoring Twilight. He only just begun wearing it recently.
“This is my personal suit of armor. It’s a combination of metals that I designed myself after years of research and experimentation. The main reason I wear this is because it protects me against bullets, blades, lasers, and explosions. It’s practically invincible!”
“So, do we just wait for Celestia to send a response letter or something, or is she gonna burst in here and welcome us as citizens?” Leos asked.
As if in response to his question, there was a knock on the front door.
“I got it.” Hassium said as he walked towards the door. As soon as he twisted the knob, the door slammed open, crushing Hassium to the wall adjacent to it. The one who opened the door is a vibrant, pink pony with a curly mane and tail in a slightly darker shade of pink. She has bright blue eyes and a wide smile that reveals a set of pearly white teeth much like a human. Leos can tell just by her eyes that she’s excited. She must love meeting new people.
“You didn’t tell me we have new visitors!” She said to Twilight quickly in her cute, high-pitched voice.
“Pinkie!?” Twilight asked. “How did you know—”
“Pinkie sense.” She turned to the superhumans. “What brings you here to Ponyville?” She asks.
“Ponyville?” Hassium asked in disbelief once Twilight swung the door shut, allowing him to walk freely again. “So, this isn’t Minecraft?”
“Nope!” The pink pony corrected. “This is Ponyville. The name’s Pinkie Pie, by the way. Nice to meet ya!”
The six superhumans glanced at each other, unsure at how to respond. Especially after how she spoke. She sounds and behaves like a hyperactive 6-year-old child after too much sugar—or a 19-year-old on cocaine.
“Nice to meet you too.” Leos replied after a few moments of awkward silence. “We just got here, so we’re a little lost. Do you know a way we can get home?”
“Nope! Only unicorns like Twilight can figure that out.” Pinkie denies. “But I can serve you up some fresh cupcakes!”
“I could go with some coffee, right about now.” Aiden suggests. “I’m tired as hell.”
“No problem!” Pinkie accepts. “But just to remind all of you, withhold your profanity. There are foals here.”
“Foals?” Copper King asks.
“Foals are children.” Twilight explains.
“You know her?” Lorenzo asked, pointing to Twilight.
“Yeah! I know everypony here.” Pinkie giggled, and the rest stopped in disbelief to glance at her (except TITANium and Müller), trying not to look nervous. It wasn’t just that she uses the pronoun ‘everypony’. It was that she stated that she knows everyone in the town, which was concerning.
Unless you live in a country with a nosey government like China or North Korea, humans on Earth cannot keep track of all the residents of a whole town, and those who do are often onto something involving mass kidnappings or even murders. The superhumans have met a couple of stalkers before, and one of them has a very unhealthy obsession with them.
Leos, however, didn’t mind, but for everyone’s safety, he was still curious as to how Pinkie knows everyone. Is she the mayor? Does she keep track of every citizen she sees the whole time she’s lived here?
“Everyone?” Platinum Prince asked.
“Yep.” Pinkie confirmed.
“Yeah, that’s not creepy at all.” Platinum Prince sarcastically commented just loud enough for Pinkie to hear. Lorenzo, Leos, and Copper King glanced at him. They don’t want to come off as rude to the pink pony even though their paranoia is a bit justifiable, but Pinkie just laughed.
“Don’t worry. I’m not like that.” She reassured as Twilight nodded in agreement. “I respect everyone’s privacy.”
“Sure thing, man.” Aiden says in agreement. He may be from the ghetto, but he’s still generally a nice guy.
Hassium looks back at the others uncertainly, then decides to ask Pinkie a question himself.
“What kind of ponies live in Ponyville? Are they real horses or fake ones like you see on TV?”
“We don’t have TVs, but there are lots of kinds of ponies.” Pinkie said brightly. “Like pegasi, unicorns, and earth ponies!”
“Doesn’t sound like a lot” Lorenzo comments.
“Is there a way for you to get us home?” Platinum Prince asks as Müller starts staring at Pinkie, who put her right hoof to her chin as she thought. Some of the others thought that it’d be unhygienic for her to do so. Her hooves could very well be dirty since she walks and stands on all fours, and they don’t expect the floor to be all that clean.
“Well... no...” Pinkie explains. “But Twilight is the smarty one. She’ll figure it out for ya. But I’m sure that would be a nice place to visit someday.” Suddenly she jumped into the air and gasped for one whole second while also remaining in the air like some cartoon character before landing on her legs. “I almost forgot!”
She then placed down a vibrant, colorful cart she pulled from nowhere, and after pressing a button on said cart, horns of various sizes playing upbeat music popped out of it and she proceeded to sing her ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ song as one of the superhumans called her name twice over the music. She only fell silent just as she was about to finish, when six out of eight superhumans (excluding TITANium and Müller) yelled her name in unison to get her attention.
Her infectious smile fell.
“What? You guys didn’t enjoy the song?” She asked in confusion and disappointment.
“We appreciate you giving us a warm welcome, but we’re need a place to stay since Twilight’s basement won’t fit all eight of us.” Lorenzo said politely to her despite his frustration just moments ago.
“It’s just what Pinkie does.” Twilight explains. “I’m sure you’ll get used to it.”
“Now, what can we do while we wait for further instructions from Twilight's teacher?”
“I say we take a look.” Copper King suggests. “We might as well get used to wherever we’re at.”
“Feel free to do so! Since my warm welcome is done, I’d love to show you around.” Pinkie agrees. Copper King was the first to follow Pinkie out of the Golden Oak library, kneeling down to fit through the short doorway. Everyone else followed suit, and once they got outside, they were met with interested and confused looks from the other ponies that inhabit the town.
“Oh God...” Platinum Prince says under his breath.
“What kind of hippie-ass neighborhood did we just get ourselves into?” Hassium comments, gazing upon the vibrant town of Ponyville, and Pinkie looks at him in mild annoyance at his profanity.
“Are you always like that?” Pinkie asks Hassium.
“All of us are.”
“They’re all watching us…” Platinum Prince warns.
“Ignore them.” Leos orders. “Just shut the hell up and let me and Copper King do the talking.”
“Sugarcube Corner is this way!” Pinkie Pie instructs, and the superhumans follow. Twilight and Spike follow them, figuring that whatever Pinkie’s got planned can ease the tension. Platinum Prince’s paranoia isn’t doing anyone any favors, though. The whole way to Sugarcube Corner, ponies gave the superhumans looks ranging from confused to intimidated. Hassium didn’t care since almost everyone feared him. They arrive there and Aiden was eager to just grab a quick cup of coffee, and Pinkie was willing to give it to him for free just this once since he’s new. Aiden just sat in a random table, not caring how far it is from the front desk. When Pinkie was about to deliver it, Aiden’s right arm just extended all the way over there to grab it and he brought it over to his table, his arm returning to its normal length, before drinking it. Twilight, Spike, and Pinkie were impressed and naturally curious as to how can he do that. He simply shrugged his shoulders.
“I’m a superhero.” He explained as best as he can. “I was born with the power to stretch and bend in ways that wouldn’t have been possible for a normal human. It’s kinda hard to explain.”
“Oh, I want you to meet my friends.” Pinkie offers. “Twilight and Spike seem to take an interest in you. I’m sure the others would love to see you all.”
“I’m more interested in finding an apartment to rent.” Leos declines.
“Don’t worry. They won’t bite.”
“We’ll just meet back at the library.” Twilight suggested.
Pinkie agrees, but figured that eight humans and six ponies wouldn’t fit. So, Twilight decided they all should meet outside. Twilight’s friends introduced themselves as Fluttershy, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack. They were just as curious as the other townsponies were about the humans. Fluttershy felt frightened by their height and by Hassium’s dark and shady appearance. Rarity isn’t too pleased either, but it’s mostly due to the clothes Hassium is wearing. Pinkie was the one to introduce the superheroes to them after Twilight, with the help of the superheroes themselves, told Pinkie their names.
“This is my four-thousand-five-hundred-something-year-old friend, Leos.” Hassium finalized after everyone else was introduced.
“I’m four thousand five hundred fifty-four.” Leos corrected, pitiful at Hassium’s stupidity. Lorenzo couldn’t help but think they’re all cute looking, especially Rarity.
“Four thousand?” Rainbow echoes in disbelief.
“Yes.” Leos confirms. “You could say I’m like Celestia—one of those gods or goddesses whose age exceed the triple digits.”
“Time’s been much kinder on you.” Applejack comments. “Y’all don't look a day over thirty. Does he age a bit slower than us, or what?”
“That guy scares me.” Fluttershy alerts everyone, shuddering at Müller’s stare.
“He won’t hurt you.” Lorenzo assures, putting a hand up to his head as if unsure if what he’s saying is true. “At least not if you give him a reason not to.”
“What’s with the backpack and that strange contraption?” Rarity asks.
“That’s just his stuff. He always carries it around him.” Platinum Prince explains.
“Let’s say most of it is for self-defense purposes.” Hassium adds vaguely. “Now, I’m gonna go and find us a place to stay for a while.”
Before anyone else can say anything, Hassium flies off, accelerating to high speeds.
“He can fly!?” Rainbow Dash asked in disbelief.
“Yes.” Copper King replied.
“By the way, if you got any supervillains that need to get their arses kicked, then don’t forget to call upon us.” Lorenzo suggested.
“We’re wondering if there’s a hotel or a house we can rent.” Aiden asks. “Do y’all accept American dollars?”
“Dollars? Never heard of ‘em.” Applejack said, shaking her head.
“Here in Equestria, we use bits instead.” Pinkie adds. “Never a thing called dollars.”
“What are bits?”
“One eighth of a dollar, or twelve and a half cents.” Leos explained. “Though, I wouldn’t recommend just handing twelve and a half pennies. They probably have their own form of coins.”
“I best be goin’, now.” Applejack interrupts. “Someone like Leo can help us with the farm. Catch you all later.”
“It’s Leos.” He corrected.
“Yeah, those flying skills aren’t gonna practice themselves.” Rainbow Dash adds. “It was nice meeting somepony new, though.”
“That Hassium guy needs a makeover.” Rarity complains. “But if he needs me, I’ll be sewing dresses.”
“See ya!” Pinkie says, waving the three goodbye.
“What a waste of time…” Platinum Prince whispers.
Hassium peeks into yet another window of a random house and forgets the sign that says ‘HOTEL’ on it in English mounted near the front door. When he does notice it, he walks in through the doors, dumbfounded, bumping his head on the doorway because of how tall he is. He didn’t bother to rub his head or even felt the urge to yelp I pain or drop an f-bomb, as humans mostly do.
“Oh, hi.” The mare at the desk greeted nervously. “You seem new here. Are you alright?”
“Yes, I am.” Hassium stated bluntly. “Just looking for a room I can buy for myself and my seven buddies. We were hoping that someone can help us return to our home planet, but since there’s little your ruling princess can do at the moment, we all agreed to just take a look around this place and at least make ourselves at home until they can figure something out. Do you think you can arrange us eight rooms or four rooms that can fit two of each of us, or two rooms that can fit four of us?”
“Actually, yes, all eight of you can fit in here. However, there are only five rooms here, and each room has only two bedrooms—”
“Great, then I’ll go with that. How much does it cost?”
Hassium pulls out a stack of dollar bills.
“Just fifty bits.”
“Bits?? What are those?”
“Well, since you’re new here and from a different planet, bits are certainly not whatever you got in your hand. They’re coins made of gold.”
“You do transactions with gold??”
“Yes. They don’t do it on your planet?”
“Nope! It seems like your country’s got more gold than China and Australia combined. No country on Earth can afford to make a trillion gold coins and use that as their currency. But fine. Fifty gold coins coming up.”
Hassium puts his American money back in his pocket and proceeds to walk right out of the hotel, bumping his head on the doorway again, but acting like he doesn’t care. Nevertheless, it once again startled the mare, who was about to tell him to be careful, but he was already gone. Hassium returns, making sure to duck under the doorway this time, with exactly 50 bits, feeling like he just won the lottery by carrying those 50 gold coins let alone any gold. Unbeknownst to the mare, Hassium had to rob several ponies to get the money, and while it goes against his superhero code, this isn’t Hassium’s first time doing something like this, and it sure as hell won’t be the last.
“This is a very small hotel.” Hassium remarked, letting down the 50 bits.
“Yeah… All the rooms are vacant since we barely get any business.”
“Might wanna make the door taller, and I’ll consider a five-star rating. I’ll let my friends know so they can move their crap in.”
Hassium leaves out through the door, leaving the mare surprised he was able to obtain 50 bits so quickly, despite never even knowing what they are before, which made her suspicious and half grateful for the money anyway.
The rest of the Periodics were unsure of what to do, conversing with Twilight and Pinkie and answering their various questions. So far, they’re very secretive about the concept of guns and the many other complex methods and weapons of destruction. What they would gladly show, though, are their powers. Thankfully, Hassium came to inform his comrades about a hotel they would be staying for a while. So, they bid their farewells to Twilight and Pinkie and followed Hassium to the hotel, where the desk mare gave them confused but accepting looks. She feels worried that there’d be little room left, but she figured 50 bits a week would be enough to sustain herself. For the next few hours, this is where the superhumans made themselves at home.