The Crossed: Equestria Day 1 - TS, AJ, PP

Cross-Infected: Day 1

Avatar: Twilight Sparkle

Item(s): Nothing in your inventory.

 

>It's a quiet night in PonyVille

>Everyone's fallen asleep. Spike, Princess Celestia, every pony all snuggled up within their warm sanctuaries of their beds.

>Except you

>you're up all night, catching up with your studying.

>Because of preparing for Spike's Birthday coming near, you and the other members of the Mane 6 made an extra effort of making everything flawless.

>you tried to fall asleep but insomnia strikes upon you in the twelfth chime.

>you checked your clock.

>1:00am

>you massaged your eyes, trying to get some moisture into your eyes. You open your eyes and look around your library, see if it helps

>books of all kinds stuffed up your shelves, collecting dust like dolls for a little girl, was entertaining but hype died of eventually

>your body feels rusted and tired

>you approach your bed, ready to hit the sack until you heard a strange noise

>you located where this muffling-type of sound came from

>outside

>you look outside your window

>ponies eating dead ponies, cannibalism in other words

>these ponies aren't normal; crosses made from blood on their face, teeth as sharp as sharks and crooked and crowded as sand.

>they didn't noticed you yet

"Spike... Spike... Wake up."

>you bump your head onto Spike repeatedly, hoping he isn't sleeping heavily as he usually does

"Uhh..."

>Spike is awaken from his slumber, eyes rubbing off the sand

"What is it, Twilight? Is it my birthday already?" He coughed a little bit

>you gave him a worried look before nodding your head to the window, signaling him to look outside

>he didn't get the signal, just standing there, dumbfounded

>his reflexes aren't as quick as during daytime

>What do you expect? He's a baby dragon. They need their sleep.

>you told the naive dragon to look outside

>He looks outside, vision blurred by a considerably amount

>he squinted his eyes, trying to focus on the cross-infected

>he have up

"What do you mean, it's just ponies."

>of course, he can't see well.

>you grabbed your spectacles and tell him to see through with it

>he follows your command, sloppily.

>he gasped in surprise

"HOLY CELESTI-"

>you stuffed his mouth with a book nearby, hoping his shout didn't attract any attention

>you look outside the window, leaning on the wooden-crafted, bark smoothened out ledge

>they look right into your eyes, you stared back at tem

>ohshit.jpg

"Spike, write a letter to the Princess now! No excuses"

>he grabbed his quilt and paper without hesitation or any second thoughts, thinking this may be the last time he'll ever write

>you looked back at the cross-infected

>they're gone

>you hear slamming at your door, grunting outside

"Twilight..."

>spike said, terrified of the imminent doom...

"Help us..."

>you looked at Spike, him looking back at you

>he's scared. You can see it in his face; he started crying and accepting death just like that.

>the sight of Spike's face and sound of hearing hooves clawing your door and grunts of the Crossed just downright scares you

>adrenaline rushes through your body. Heart started to pump faster

>you sweated in fear, beads of perspiration dripped onto the floor like rain

>how will you save yourself?

>how, how, how?

>you stumble around nervously, breathing heavily

"Before I die, Twilight..."

>you look at Spike

"I want to say, your book taste really funny...."

>IDEA

>you walked down the stairs and hugged the baby dragon tenderly

"You saved us both."

>you mustered up all the magic you can get and used various items to stop the Crossed from barging: Bookshelves, tables and books

>there, they can't get in now.

>you lie down in exhaustion and your magic mana is dangerously low

>no magic can be used for now

"Spike..."

>he looks up to you

"This is what I want you to right to the princess."

>you said everything you just experienced. The adrenaline rush, the cannibalism, the Crossed and the beginning of the last days on Equestria

"Twilight, are we going to make it out alive?"

>you hugged him again, this time with a smooch on his fore head

"Yes, we will..."

"I promise..."

 

The Crossed: Day 1

Avatar: AppleJack

Item(s): Your hat

Members in your Group: AppleBloom, Granny Smith

 

>you kissed AppleBloom goodnight after telling her a story.

>She never gets tired of that story, the one of you and Big Mac facing hardships but stand out victorious

>You stared at her a little bit, letting out a little smile

>There once was a time where AB even announced that she'll grow to be her big Sis

>how proud of you to hear her say that.

>you heard the door creep a little behind you

>it was Granny Smith at the corridor, smiling at the sight of her girls getting together after a long day of work

"Where's Big Mac?" You asked softly as you don't wanna wake AB up.

>Granny tilted her head left and right, lowering her eyelids a little bit

"He's gone out for awhile. But don't ya worry, he is BIG Mac."

>she laughed

>you know she's right, anyone who wNt to mess with him is a whackjob.

>you walked out of her room, out to the fields

>you're just worrying too much, you thought to yourself as you stared at the barn

>wooden-built, have some cracks and holes but works up well

>you nodded, discarding the fact

>you turn around and saw a figure approaching you, like 5 feet away

"Big Mac? Is that you?"

>you tilted your head, making that kawaii look to welcome your big brother home.

>but there's something wrong.

>really, really wrong.

>this stallion isn't Big Mac, was somepony else and since it's night, it's weird for a stallion to stroll around Sweet Apple Acres

>a glister of silver shone upon you from this stallion's right wrist

>his face was bloody, having a cross-shaped mark on it

>stitches are upon the outline of the mark

>is it some occult tattoo?

>you step back, frighten a lil.

"If ya comin towards me, I gotta warn ya, I ain't afraid of kickin yer face off."

>the stallion smiled

>creey as it is, sharp and pointy, spreaded across his face

>he started make a move towards

>you walk back, having no weapons with you

>you tripped upon a pitchfork

>how great your timing is, am i right?

>you tried to pick it up, but it's plunged way into the tree stump

>the Crossed came running towards you...

>you tried to nudge the pitchfork even just a bit but alas.

>you heard a twig crack nearby

>you look up

>the Crossed jump up, knife about to stab your skull

>your gag reflex saved you as you pull yourself towards the pitchfork, sliding under it

>you got onto your hooves, preparing yourself and standing at your fighting stance

>your eyes lock on the Cross

>it slammed hard onto the floor but was up within seconds

>you obviously can't take on a Crossed with a knife

>unless....

>you smirked withy lee as you have this idea

>you ran towards the Cross as the Cross follow suit

>right before he stabs you, you grabbed onto the pitchfork and arrow-plunged onto his face

>downright kill

>his head popped out like a scoop of ice-cream of its cone

>the Crossed stumbles around, fell with a heavy thud

>you sat on the tree stump, catching your breathe before warning the others

>you grabbed the Crossed's head, analyzing it

>why did it attack me?

>why does it have a cross on its face?

>these thoughts flood your mind

"Maybe Twilight has some knowledge on this..." You said to yourself before waking Granny Smith and Applebloom...

 

The Crossed: Day 1

Avatar: Pinkie Pie/Pinkamena

Item(s): A Chainsaw, Flamethrower, 2x cupcakes

Members in group: Gummy

 

"Gummy, can you please pass me my scalpel?"

>you spent a dangerously large amount of time being awake

>forty winks and you continue making your...

>whatever you're making

>you're at your basement, dimly lit and swinging around due to the vibrations of you slamming your hammer on the table

>blood splattered around the whole basement as if a nuke filled with blood exploded in this place

>organs are floating in green, transparent liquid in beakers, bobbling up and down.

>each beaker is named by the organs they're carrying: Stomachs, eyes, livers, spinal cords, lunch[which are hearts with arteries wrapped around it. Yum!]

>let's not forget about the carcasses of the dead

>all neatly piled up on each other, making a mountain at the corner of the room.

>weird, finding the room to smell like flowers, not like decomposed meat

>you remind yourself how you started this twisted business as you look at your torture table

>yes... that metallic table with straps and ropes to tie down your victims

>they screamed for help but to no avail...

>Gummy waddles towards you with what you requested

"Thank you, Gummy"

>you smiled with glee as Gummy sat on your lap and feel asleep on it

>he understands you

>no one but him

>not that egghead Twilight

>not that killjoy Rarity

>you paused for a moment, letting these thoughts flow on your head

>well, except Mr and Mrs Cake, the Cake siblings and Rainbow Dash

>you shake your head, grabbed the scalpel and continue cutting the cords of it

>you imagine yourself, running around with it, flaming the candles like a badass as the crowd chants:

"PINKIE! PINKIE! PINKIE"

"Make it a firework display! Burn it all down!"

>smiling with glee at your imagination, you picked up the pace on creating this invention of yours, getting impatience

>but of course, everything needs fuel to keep going

>especially your stomach

>you got a little hungry

>you stood up, gently placed Gummy on your seat and went up the stairs to the kitchen to get a cupcake of two

>you puffed up your hair, to avoid Mr and Mrs Cake on interrogating you

>you burst out the door, ready to shout hi but there's something awkwardly wrong

>you checked everything

>the bright, decorated and flashing walls are cleaned up

>tables are shining like diamonds

>even the cupcakes are where they're left, not even a single inch or cm moved

"Hello? Anypony home?"

>no response, just utter silence. Weird....

>you look around the house: at bedrooms, under the beds, closets, under the register but not even a single sign of life

>maybe they left with the kids, you thought to yourself as you grabbed yourself a nice, frosted and tasty treat

>you hear the doors knocked and slammed open

>you looked at the door and found a strange-looking pony with a cross with his face, made of blood

>he breathes awkwardly with a wheez in his voice like a lil girl with some creepy features add

"umm... may i he-"

>before you can finish your sentence, it charges at you with brute force, headbutted the cupcake holders but you dodged in time

"ohhh you just didn't destroy the cupcakes.."

>your hair slid down into silk-like structure as you return to your sadistic, emo and twisted side

>you ran down the stairs, into the basement as it chased you down

>you slid over your torture table, where you torture everypony, and look back at the Crossed.

>it chase you until it hit the table and fall onto the floor

>you smiled wickedly as you grabbed what you were working on.

>you hoof-stomped his face and slice an opening in his tummy with your knife

"Say Hello to my Lil Friend!"

>you plunged it into its inside and pulled the trigger

>the invention roared with life as it burns organs to a crisp

>flames lick its ribs, burnt up its organ and make the body to toast

>it dies with a pathetic attempt of grabbing your hoof

"See ya in hell..."

>you armed yourself to the teeth with your chainsaw, flamethrower hybrid and a knife

>you grabbed Gummy and place him onto your head as you walk out to hunt Crosses...