Title:           Week35 - GreentextSavant
Author:          AlexanderGrey
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First Edit:      Sunday 20th of November 2016 08:09:26 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 20th of November 2016 08:09:26 PM CDT

SUNBOT:
>A couple of hours later, the cruise ship has left the area where one can see the coastline.
>Sonata still hasn’t come back to the room yet, but that only means more time for you and Sunset to lie on the bed together in peace, holding hands and staring at the ceiling.
>As your activity slows down, your perception of time starts to speed up. Same thing for Sunset.
>”So what are we gonna do once we make it to Tokyo?” Sunset turns her head towards you and sighs.
“I don’t know if we can find a place to stay on our own.” You reply. “But if the Dazzlings have somewhere else we can stay, that would be our best bet.”
>”I think so too.”
>A low grumbling can suddenly be heard. You ignore it, thinking that it’s just ship noises. Until you feel the whole vessel itself jolt.
>You’re nearly thrown off of the bed.
>”What the…”
>People can be heard screaming throughout the cruise ship. The sound only worries you to the point where you feel like there is no pint of safety. Even regretting getting on the ship and evading the authorities.
>An alarm starts to sound, and your fear forces you and Sunset out the door as you start to feel a slight incline on the floor you frantically run on.
>”What’s going on?” A voice behind you asks before it’s interrupted by a door slamming.
>You look around for Sonata but only find unfamiliar faces.
>After running around, you and Sunset make it to one of the open balconies of the ship. Your hand is gripping hers tightly, but hers does the same to yours.
>Everyone else around you is starting to panic as they feel the incline as well, especially when you all notice the iceberg appear into view.
>A lady shrieks. “Why is there an iceberg? It’s the middle of Summer and it’s like 85 degrees Fahrenheit out here!”
“This doesn’t make any sense!” You agree before you’re cut off by another sudden jolt.”
>Look to the other side of the ship.
>It’s another iceberg.
>”We’re being attacked by icebergs!” One of the staff members cries.
>The ship is starting to rock back and forth even more from the impacts. You and Sunset hold tightly onto eachother as everyone else scurries around.
>"Where's Sonata?"
"She said she was at the eatery place!"
>You try to figure out where that place could be in the middle of this panic. You really can't get a good bearing.
>Run to the higher up portion of the incline with Sunset grabbing onto your hand. The crowds of people get thicker and thicker the higher up you go.
>Eventually find yourself not able to push further into the cluster of fear.
>It's easy to tell that the ship is sinking. But you feel another sudden jolt from another incoming iceberg.
>"Where are these things coming from?" A lady screams.
>The captain starts to say something over the intercom, but it all goes to static, and the voice is blurred into obscurity. And the surface of the water draws closer.
"What do we do?" Your eyes dart around for lifeboats as though those would be of any use in this situation.
>Another blast hits the side of the ship, now starting to tip it over. Sunset falls away from your hand's grasp and goes careening towards the edge of the ship with groups of other people.
>"Anon!"
"Sunset!" You try and climb your way over to her, but see another iceberg approaching from over the rail. "Sunny, look out!"
>Your humanoid robot reacts immediately and leaps out of the way of a shard of ice that comes straight for her.
>"Anon? Sunset?" Sonata's voice can be recognized, despite more frantic.
>There's water rushing onto your part of the deck already.
>"We're over here!" Sunset calls out.
"What's going on?"
>Another crash into the side of the ship sends it tipping completely over. You and everyone else fall towards the water as the deck is now above you.
>The last thing you see before going into the water is the terrified look on Sunset's face. It motivates you to start paddling, because HOLY COW YOU NEED TO SAVE HER, ANON!
>Another iceberg breaks the ship in two.
 
FUCKIN' NATURE:
>"Trixie wants you to tell her the truth."
"Well, I-"
>"She knows you had a wet dream last night, Anon." The girl leans towards you. "So... was Trixie in it or not?"
>She's clearly angry based on the rippling of the space between her eyebrows alone.
>You stumble over all of the words you could have said, hoping that no one else in the grassy field is watching the two of you.
"Well, I can't remember what I dreamt."
>She grabs you by the arms and nearly squeezes your already small muscles to a pulp.
>"TRY TO REMEMBER!"
"Why?! Why do you care?"
>"Because Trixie HATES it when she doesn't get an answer for something when it could have been about her."
"I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have been about you." You're careful about your words to ensure that you don't insult the girl "I mean, I'm fucking scared of you, to be honest."
>That could have come out better.
>"Why would you be scared of Trixie?!"
"I-uh..."
>"Trixie is the most charismatic camper here and she deserves all the respect she can get."
"It's because you intimidate me with all of the things you're good at!"
>The girl grabs you by the collar. "You should be proud of being tented with someone who can do what Trixie does. Why must you let yourself succumb to fear?"
"Because I'm NOT good at anything!"
>"Well Trixie's going to teach you, but you must tell her what you dreamt first!"
"Well I can't remember all of the dreams I have!"
>"It was a wet dream, was it? Don't try and deny what happened! Trixie went back to the tent and checked. She knows what she felt in your sleeping bag."
>...
>Holy shit.
"Did you seriously-"
>"Shh!" Trixie puts her hand over your mouth. "We are not leaving this spot until you tell Trixie what you dreamt about her last night. And when Trixie lets go of you, you will answer to her and her only. Got it?"
>Reluctantly shake your head, not caring how stupid you're being now. You're not going to be bossed around like this.
>Trixie grunts and lets go of you. You take it as a sign that you can leave this awkward situation and go back to wherever everybody else just went a minute ago.
>After you turn around to walk away, you feel Trixie tackle you to the ground from behind.
"What the fu-"
>You struggle with the girl, soon finding that she has just about the same strength as you, if not more.
>She keeps you on the grass, pinning you there with her bodyweight and holding you on your back. You're beginning to feel flustered in multiple ways, and you're rather not let this moment go on and get up to leave.
"Let me go." You say the obvious respond to this behavior.
>Trixie doesn't say anything back at first, holding you ever tighter to the ground. Your first thought is to let out a scream, but you don't want anyone else to get involved in this bullshit.
"I said get off of me."
>"No, you said to let go." Trixie corrects you.
"It means the same thing."
>"No. Those words don't hold the exact same meanings. They aren't even spelled the same."
"THAT DOESN'T MATTER! DO BOTH, FOR FUCKS SAKE!"
>"Trixie will do neither."
>You grunt and struggle harder, already out of energy. She leans herself down onto you, and the only thing your perverted mind can process is her tits squishing up against you as she pins you down against your will.
>"You're not going anywhere until you tell Trixie what you dreamt last night. She knows that you remember it and that you're hiding it from her."
"W-wha..."
>"TELL. TRIXIE. WHAT. YOU. DREAMT."
>Her face is right against the side of your neck as she talks; you can feel her breath tickle your skin in between her enraged words.
"Why won't you let this go?"
>"Trixie told you why. Now return the favor and tell Trixie what you dreamt so we can never bring this up again."
"This is stupid!" You're in no mood of telling anything about the dream to Trixie; it's too raunchy for you to be okay with just outright telling her about it.
>"Trixie will know if you're lying!"
>You kick your legs, which does nothing to help you escape.
>"Trixie wants the truth. And you are going to tell it to her right now."
>Unable to get away, you can't decide whether to lie to the girl, or tell her what she doesn't want to hear.
 
SUNSET THE DEMON HUNTRESS: PART 2:
>These last couple of months haven’t been the best for Sunset.
>She has been getting more and more reasons to worry about her fiends, let alone herself and her counterpart from Equestria.
>There have been instances of paranormal interaction between the living world and… somewhere else. That’s the only conclusion this girl can possibly come to.
>Ever since fall started up, Sunset has been hearing form the mane six that they have experienced a lot of unsettling things in their homes.
>It mostly started with doors opening and closing by themselves at night, but soon escalated to things like chandeliers crashing to the hardwood floors by obvious deliberate forces that could not be seen.
>Sunset did eventually tell these girls that she had some interest in exploring the paranormal, but not to the extent of actually going there and resolving things in their realm.
>It’s now a cold November afternoon with Halloween now in the past.
>While the rest of the friends and neighbors around town get into the Christmas spirit in a playful way, Sunset feels a grimmer side of the previous spirit lingering still.
>It doesn’t just stop.
>She sits with Pinkie Pie in her dining room, listening for any strange noises with the girl by her side.
>”I swear, the light would stat swaying around and stuff on its own.” Pinkie recalls with her eyes glued to the light fixture above the kitchen table. “It would freak me out whenever I came down for a midnight snack.”
>Sunset had a feeling that she was risking bringing something back here with her after entering the paranormal realm last time.
>”I believe you.” Sunset reassures as she turns to her bag. “That’s why I suggest that you have a crucifix around.”
>”But what if I can’t find one?”
>”Why do you think I came over here?” Sunset reaches into her bag and pulls out one of the crucifixes from her parents’ bedroom. “Here, just take this. If anything, it should help out a lot with this if it really is a ghost, which I’m already sure it is anyway.”
>Sunset sighs after Pinkie takes the object form her hand, starting to worry about whether or not his thing is actually going to work or not.
>Pinkie use to be so happy. She wasn’t breathing all frantically or eyeing the light fixtures in her home like a crazy lady or something.
>”Can I at least text you if something happens?” Pinkie asks with a gleam in her eyes. “It would make me feel less alone if something does happen.”
>Sunset smiles and gives the girl a reassuring nod, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’re all my friends just as much as you are to the other Sunset.”
>Pinkie doesn’t even let Sunset say anything else before pulling her into a long hug.
>But Sunset feels as though she and Pinkie aren’t the only ones in the kitchen, which leads her to believe that the ghost in Pinkie’s house in present at this very moment.
>The feeling isn’t that unsettling to Sunset at first, until she walks outside and then gets into her car.
>The feeling has followed her after she left Pinkie inside the house with her crucifix gift. And it makes Sunset’s foot very slightly press onto the gas pedal a little bit harder than usual.
>After the day fades into a much darker scene, Sunset feels herself grow more apprehensive.
>Even the low vibrating of her phone sets her off to the point where she almost screams.
>[Sunset! It moved again!] Pinkie’s message says something that Sunset could have very easily expected.
>[Alright alright, just stay calm. I’m right here.] Sunset is sitting on her living room couch, comforting Pinkie when she hears a… noise from her own residence.
>Sunset perks up, now happy that there is at least that girl on the other line contacting her. She starts to get up, but decides that she’s safer somehow if she stays seated.
>”Hello?” Sunset can already tell that it’s not her parents, they don’t come home for another couple of hours.
>She looks around the darkening house as the sun outside starts to disappear over the horizon. There’s nothing that can be seen, but a lot that Sunset can somehow sense.
>There was definitely something that followed her over.
>Sunset tries to keep herself calm as she surveys the situation, placing her phone onto the soft surface of the couch so it doesn’t make a startling ruckus when it vibrates from Pinkie’s next message that’s sure to come in.
>There are no more noises aster Sunset finally gathers enough courage to stand up and look around from a higher elevation.
>But that only unsettles the girl even more, making her consider heading up to her room and finding a way to contact the afterlife a bit earlier so she can ready her shotgun in their realm and get them before… something gets her.
>She makes her way over to the stairs with her phone in her hand and climbs up, feeling the thing vibrate as she’s halfway up the stairs. It’s a good thing there is a light in the stairwell.
> Pinkie seems to have followed a few of the instructions that Sunset had given her before.
>[Jut keep it near you. The rest should sort itself out on its own.]
>Sunset hears a quieter, but closer noise. Something inches away from her ear.
>The very instance makes the girl jump back down the stairs; it sounded like a breath of air. Right next to her ear.
>She knows that there is something here, and that her parents coming home might be the only thing that would be able to deter it.
>She retreats to her own kitchen after turning all of the lights on, soon planning to sneak up to her bedroom to retrieve her shotgun to fall asleep with if everything going on happens to come to taking such a measure being needed.
>And she waits there for her parents to come home, not seeing the lights in the driveway at the designated time they usually arrive.
>There’s nothing else to do, and nothing else to really think about. Sunset keeps her eyes glued on the window and her phone nearby where she texts Pinkie to keep both the other girl and herself company.
>They are telling each other stories through text messages about their better life experiences in the past.
>[So then I realized that I sent the invitations to the wrong people, but I just ended up sending them to the right people too and let everyone come!]
>[That’s so sweet of you.] Sunset replies. [Really wish I could have been there. It would have been nice to meet some of those accidental friends you made.]
>They continue talking to feed off of each other’s company, and it does work for the meantime. Sunset doesn’t mention he own situation to Pinkie; she doesn’t want the girl worrying even more.
>She feels better with the thought that the other girl is at ease. It helps Sunset herself remain at ease.
>After some more time, Sunset stops wondering where her parents are and simply musters up enough courage to head on upstairs to retrieve her shotgun.
>This presence she’s now well aware of isn’t going to be wished away. And the girl needs to take affirmative action in the spirit world.
>The stairs she returns to are darker than they were about an hour ago, and Sunset takes a deep breath to push through the fear and make her way to the second floor.
>She almost trips once she makes it to the top of the stairs, and her shotgun is in her room on the other end of the hall.
>But she might as well have her eyes closed for the moment, since it’s already so pitch black in these hallways.
>She swings her bedroom door open, swings herself around the door and swipes the object from under her bed in what feels like one move, and her scurrying out of the room is a lot faster than her entry.
>This always happens in a dark room.
>The sound of her phone vibrating on the kitchen table is the main thing that motivates Sunset to continue to pick up her pace as she makes her way back down to the kitchen.
>Pinkie had sent her another text message, but Sunset’s phone ran out of battery just as she was reaching to pick it up.
>She sits in the kitchen chair, not willing to get her charger from her room, only wishing that she wasn’t so afraid to feel her phone vibrating in her pocket as she was wandering through the darkness.
>A lot more time passes without incident, but Sunset knows that this is far from over. She readily drifts off to sleep with her shotgun in her arms, prepared to astral project and meet whatever awaits her on the other side in the spirit realm.
~
>Mist surrounds the huntress as she walks through the abyss with her weapon in hand. Remembering all of the places she had gone to last time.
>A strange but familiar wash of ambition washes over her, something that usually drives her to continue with her journeys whenever she runs through here and eliminating the demons.
>A few noises are heard in the distance already, and they are approaching fast as they become wary of the girl’s presence.
>With a slight nod of her head to herself, she focuses in the direction of the noises and aims her sawn off shotgun, aligning her eye with the barrel. Soon catching a brief light emitting from the barrel.
>Right out of the darkness, a figure lurches with eager claws, meeting a face full of metal.
>It flues back and Sunset narrows her eyes as she searches for the additional noises approaching her that she just heard.
>Three more dark figures emerge, and Sunset internally thanks the fact that she doesn’t have to reload in the spirit realm.
>She mows them down with bullets, seemingly endlessly pulling the trigger with the barrel pointed right between the glowing eyes.
>She jumps into the air as she fires a tenth time, letting one fist push her further away from the danger rather than over to a lying position on the ground.
>She slides by her shoes and becomes the danger herself.
>Kicks the front wildebeest demon with her right leg and shoots a bullet into the left eye of the one that appears behind the one that falls away to the mist covered ground.
>The blood spatter disappears.
>Sunset quickly pulls the trigger once more, not refraining from doing so, knocking down demon after demon with bullet after bullet.
>One of the catches on fire after trying to grab her hair. It wails in agony as it tries to shake the flames off of its claw, but is silenced by another bullet out of Sunset’s sawn off shotgun.
>The blast blows the beast’s face open, intimidating the one next to it, which suffers a similar fate as Sunset pulls the trigger once more.
>But the girl is far from done.
>She rams the butt of the gun into the chest of the final wildebeest, soon finding that there were at least five of them coming right for her. That WERE coming right for her.
>She grins at the thought and continues through the spirit world version of her kitchen.
>She’s careful to look around the corners.
>A quiet hiss was all she needed to fire at the sound, and watches a spider-looking creature fly back with her bullet.
>It moves, and Sunset’s eyes catch ablaze, and the huntress fires another bullet into the creature. Ghastly carnage covers a small portion of the hallway.
>Sunset kicks down her front door from the inside.
>The outside is plagues with some sort of ringing noise, and it becomes apparent to Sunset almost immediately. She starts running into the darkness the very second she sees movement.
>And at the very first sight of snarling teeth, she points and shoots without a second though.
>It’s quick and nothing short of a close call, but the demons fall down one by one and two by two, three, four, as many as once could imagine before the wrath of Sunset Shimmer the Demon Huntress.
>Eerie singing soon sounds from the blackened sky, but Sunset pays no mind to it due to the distance it has from her.
>She continues to run around, almost in circles and wipes out all of the monsters creeping, clawing, running, springing, tumbling, stumbling, wincing, falling, dying towards her.
>She spins around at the sound of a chainsaw, jumping back and barely escaping the mechanical blade’s linear pierce.
>The voices in the sky change their tune, going somewhat off-key and the gargantuan man with the chainsaw chases Sunset down the street until she gains enough distance to have time for a clear shot.
>The blast knocks the giant over, but her rises back to his feet. And Sunset naturally fires again and again.
>Soon having to turn around and take down a couple of wolves that came up from behind.
>It starts to rain strangely warm water.
>The giant continues over to the huntress as she slowly turns around with her arm stretched out and her finger going full trigger happy.
>She forces the man with the chainsaw back onto his behind with a single blast once more, her hair flowing in the wind that picks up.
>The voices in the sky grow closer. Sunset looks up with her thoughts still including the giant man that struggles to get up with a chest full of metal.
>At the very first sign of movement, Sunset points and shoots.
>The things in the sky are clearly approaching, and the sounds of more wolves approaching aren’t exactly helping Sunset go back to feeling at ease.
>But she has some eliminating to do in this realm.
>One of the flying creatures gets close enough to Sunset for her to be able to see what it looks like. But only for a second.
>A fleeting image of a harpy appears until it is blasted back into the darkness. The sound of it hitting the asphalt of the street almost goes unregistered over the howling coming up right behind Sunset.
>She spins around and takes down the first wolf just in time. Her eyes now glowing with fire as she gazes back up to the sky and aims once more.
>This is just never ending as long as Sunset chooses to stand still on the street beneath her boots.
>She starts to weave back and forth as she shoots up into the darkness, soon alternating between there and down and across the street itself.
>The danger is in all directions, and it shoots into all directions as well.
>Sunset ducks and fires straight in front of her, dodging a pair of harpy claws from ripping into her head as she takes down a wolf that charges towards her. The wolf flies back. Landing in front of a demon bear that was right behind it.
>The sound of the chainsaw starts up again, and Sunset fires directly at the noise without even looking.
>She can hear the giant man hitting the street again as the bullet pierces him between the eyes this time. Damn his head for being so small in comparison to his lumbering torso.
>But he’s gone now, along with the couple of wolves that Sunset just ended the reign of. But the bear approaches, as well as a few more pairs of harpy claws.
>A shot few seconds sees a light shine from the sky, but it disappears right as Sunset looks up to try and see where it came from.
>She lunges forward and starts to sprint as she realizes that it was a distraction.
>Right behind her, a chain with a hook on the end barely misses her. She picks up speed in order to further dodge the rusty weapon from taking her out of the spirit realm.
>The girl turns around once more, spotting something else standing there where the man with the chainsaw fell to his death.
>It’s a… tall figure. With strangely wide shoulders, but still almost obviously feminine.
>Holding the chain in her hand.
>And this figure lets out a high pitched, cackling laugh.
>The chair is thrown about once more, and the harpies gather behind this figure with the whip.
>Sunset fired her gun again, having to leap out of the path of the bear, depending on some hopeful lack of complete gravity in this dimension of nothing but spirits.
>Dark turquoise hair hangs over the whipwitch’s glowing green eyes, and her sharp toothed smile meets another bullet from Sunset’s shotgun.
>She knows she can’t stand up to firepower, but she knows she’ll be back.
>The light in the sky returns as the witch is taken down, and Sunset notices a beam of light shine down upon her.
>The light also illuminates the bear enough for Sunset to be able to see it well enough to put a perfect shot between its blackened, empty eyes.
>The light from the opening of the clouds makes Sunset’s hair start to glow more than it already was.
>About two or three more harpies are taken down by the huntress, and fall to the street like flies. The light guides the barrel of Sunset’s holy sawn off shotgun.
>She takes down another harpy, and another, and another. Soon feeling herself get lifted off of the ground and growing a fiery pair of wings of her own.
>Things can be seen moving from above the clouds as well. But sunset notices that their movements are a lot more graceful and benevolent.
>Sunset starts to flap her wings, and see if she can fly upwards towards the opening in the clouds.
>From down in the street, Sunset notices a lot of less benevolent movement.
>She aims down, finding it easy to get easy shots at the very colorful targets.
>She soon recognizes them as clowns.
>Right behind them, she notices that same witch from a minute ago. She returned a lot faster than Sunset had expected… and hoped.
>She mows them down with her bullets as she ascends up into the light that beckons her with more angelic voices. It soon becomes clear that the voices had not been coming from the harpies at all.
>The crows of clowns raise the weapon they’re holding; scythes, axes and knives.
>The ones further away from Sunset seem to be holding strings that go all the way up into the sky. They are dragging something over to Sunset’s direction.
>She looks up and spots a massive, looming cluster of blackness approaching her from slightly above her elevation.
>It draws closer with frightening speed, and starts to cover up the opening above her.
>As the light fades, so does Sunset’s wings, and the huntress realizes what she needs to do in order to complete her journey into the heavens so she can get her bearings and collaborate with whatever good force is up there.
>The balloons pop about three or four at a time with the bullets that pierce them. Sunset keeps on pulling that trigger, and starts to feel the wings on her back fill back in and help her rise up to the light.
>The balloons start to multiply, and the clowns below her begin to laugh maniacally.
>The pull the balloons over closer towards the opening, and Sunset has to shoot even faster in order to take enough of them out for her herself to stay in the air.
>She kicks at the strings to drift the balloons out of the way, she shoots the strings, the balloons themselves, even at the clowns that hold the strings in order to stay in the air.
>She’s almost up to the level of the clouds, almost finding her line of sight to be parallel with the flat layer of nearly complete blackness. A hazy ceiling over the world of darkness below the huntress.
>She continues to rise. And rise, and rise still. She knows she has to hurry, but only panicking on the inside. Staying focused enough on the outside the continue hitting her targets and eliminating as many threats as she possibly can.
>The clowns below start to sound as though they are angry; they know they are losing this battle, and Sunset is about to make it into the light where the clouds will no longer be able to block her wings from flying.
>The voices above Sunset start to sing gleefully as though they were a cheerful a capella group. Sunset feels the optimism rush through her veins, and she gains even more confidence than before.
>Taking out the balloons at a faster rate.
>The dark world soon disappears into a small hole in the now somewhat illuminated clouds. Sunset smiles widely as she hears the angelic voices grow louder and louder.
>The darkness is soon conquered by the light.
>…
>The singing continues, and Sunset no longer feels the need to keep shooting.
>The clouds themselves close up, not needing the permission of the balloons to enclose the world below in darkness.
>A thundering applause greets Sunset as she finds herself surrounded by angels. She slips her shotgun into the side of her boot.
>The choir of angels begins to sing majestic songs to the girl. Drawing closer and congratulating her on her successful entry into this world.
>Never before has this happened to Sunset whenever she entered this spirit realm.
>”Welcome, brave warrior.” A booming voice sounds from somewhere in the ever-surrounding light.
>A feeling of divinity fills the atmosphere, and Sunset spins around to find a great pillar of yellow fire before her. She silent gasps at the sight.
>A number of evenly pulsating lights emits from the pillar every time it speaks a word, and it’s size stretches from the floor of white clouds all the way up into the infinity above.
>”You have passed the first test of the reconquest of our spirit world. We have been waiting for someone to answer the holy call. And you are the first one to survive the evil resistance to our call.”
>Sunset nods, soon noticing the clouds below her open again.
>But she feels a surge jolt her body, and the pillar speaks once more.
>”Fear not, brave one. For you have been granted invulnerability now. You may leave this realm and come back whenever you choose. And now, the final test.”
>Sunset silently questions the words before she is pushes back down by an overwhelming gust if wind.
>She spots the clowns again, now chanting and raving below her, but not even close to conceding to the power that she’s about to exert upon them.
>The clouds that are now above Sunset close once more, but the girl’s eye’s shine a light of their own.
>Illuminating everything she does so much as look at. Like flashlights.
>She pulls the shotgun out of her boot and aims at the grinning clowns.
>Fire comes out of the shotgun as Sunset pulls the trigger, and the flames rain and reign down upon the demonic clowns from the dark skies above.
>Sunset’s wings remain, keeping her in the air.
>The fire floods through the clowns, soon reaching the witch.
>But the witch catches on fire that turns green. She snarls and points her bony finger towards Sunset.
>Cursing towards the angel.
>She throws her whip in the direction of the armed angel, and grunts with a double tones voice, making the green fire spread across the chain and shoot towards Sunset along with the rusty hook.
>Sunset speeds her thinking and slows her perception of time, aiming directly at the hook.
>The bullet hits, and quickly turns the green fire to orange. The color change spreads across the chain and hits the witch’s hand with a deafening boom.
>Needless to say, the witch is gone. At least her arm is.
>The tall monster falls down into the fire that still spreads throughout the grounds of the realm of demons and monsters.
>Sunset spreads her winds and descends from the heavens, aiming and shooting at the remaining clowns that burn before her. Some try to attack, others scream for mercy. And no mercy is given to any of them.
>After they are all wiped out, Sunset continues down the road, soon finding her way back in the direction of the house from before. She prepares for the next wave, which is apparently right around the corner with that rumbling in the distance.
>The huntress braces herself and aims. Something’s approaching fast.
>Without a second thought, Sunset begins to sprint into the danger with her shotgun pointed. She’s been spotted.
>Whatever it is attacks… and there are a LOT of them.
 
GENERIC SUNSET GREENTEXT:
>You leave work to go save Sunset from the ninjas.
>Throw a banana peel after your boss so he’d slip and slide buying you time to escape the company. Flick him off and tip your fedora and sandals with socks towards him because you’re that enthusiastic about quitting your job over a girl because you LOVE HER.
>Be Anon.
>Get into your car and drive, speeding and breaking traffic laws FOR SUNSERT.
>She can sense you coming because that’s how much you two love eachother. But you’re not out of the woods yet, that’s the next exit.
>Use telepathy of love to find where Sunset is and locate the secret ninja hideout in the middle of times square.
>Drive five more feet and you’re in the middle of the specific ocean and you put on your scuba gear and go diving in your samurai armor to defeat the ninjas.
>They fire laser missile torpedoes at you that go high speeds because super cool ninja technology.
>You use the power of your LOVE FOR SUNSET SHIMMER to dodge them and unsheathe your katana and slay the laser missile torpedoes.
>Find the Atlantis hideout underwater and infiltrate the facility.
>You’re breathing heavily, standing there with your bulging muscles glistening with seawater and your rugged five o clock shadow on your chisled protag face that’s blank because YOU’RE ANON.
>Be Anon.
>You’re surrounded and attacked by a billion ninjas but you defeat them all and their headmaster who was a totally villainy looking guy.
>Sunset shimmer is in the fortresses basement tied to a railroad track and screams for you.
>”Anon! Anon!”
“Sunset?”
>”Anon!”
“Sunset!” You run towards her BEAUTIFUL voice.
>”Anon! Please rescue me! I love you and only you and no one else ever ever!”
“I love you and no one else ever ever too, Sunset Shimmer!” You said.
>She kisses you and you kiss her back, wiping away her tears with your LOVE.
>She piggy back rides you out of the empty ninja gymnasium and you leave Rarity under the bleachers to drown because SHE’S NOT SUNSET WHO CARES ABOUT HER?
>You also leave every other female character there to drown to make sure you will never mate with another living being other than Sunset. You wipe out all life on earth to make sure you and Sunset repopulate the planet for the good of fucking waifuism.
>But Sunset dies anyway because forced tragic ending. She goes back to crying in her room in hell because she’s a demon and you can’t go to the same hell because you’re an atheist, so you go to atheist hell and never see Sunset again.
End.
 
More random Sunset/Trixie stuff I wrote for no reason:
>You are Anon.
>Anon Y. Mous. An evil guy, who listens to someone who told him to do mischievous things.
>During the night, you sneak into Sunset's room while she's sleeping.
>Stole her spare key; she just went out and got another one without giving it a second thought.
>You creep up to Sunset's bed side, gently grabbing ahold of her hand.
>She grunts, not being grabbed hard enough to wake up, and she can see everything you're thinking in her dreams.
>She starts to try and twist and turn in her bed, hardly moving in real life anywhere near as much as she is in her dream.
>You're imagining the worst possible things your brain could ever hope to muster, giving her nearly unimaginable nightmares.
>Sunset winces in silent terror as you hold onto her hand. And you just stand there, hardly even smiling, making this continue.
>You can tell she's seeing all of it. She won't be able to run fast in these kinds of dreams.
>This continues on for quite some time, and at the end of each session, you silently let go of her and leave before she can wake up.
>But the dreams still stay in her mind until she does wake up.
>After a few days, the girl has been losing a lot of sleep because of this. She's asking her friends about this; they try and support her and say everything's going to be okay.
>But Sunset is convinced that she had become more evil than before, and she hates herself now.
>You make sure she stays a far enough distance from you so she doesn't accidentally brush by your arm and see that you're the one who did this.
>Three days of camp left.
>You just watched a few really scary, disturbing movies you haven't seen yet before. Getting new ideas.
>Take a rubber clown mask from your drawer and head over to Sunset's cabin after dusk.
>You're watching her wake up this time.
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>Sunset takes a stroll outside with the warm summer air brushing past her face, smiling widely.
>She looks around and follows the direction of the smell of flowers.
>She finally finished that letter to Twilight back in Equestria; it was quite a lengthy one.
>Describing the Canterlot High graduation can include a lot of things the girl happened to remember.
>Sunset lies down on the grass, talking in these memories again once a cloud passes in front of the sun and casts a shadow over the front lawn.
>All of those seniors laughing and hugging eachother as they recieved their diplomas, nearly crying with joy.
>Sunset knows that she's going to probably end up like that next year... if she stays here, of course.
>The girl has been thinking long and hard about whether or not she wants to go back. At least after gaining so many friends here.
>It would be great if she could get the best of both worlds; finishing school here and visiting Equestria again.
>She wishes she included something about Princess Celestia in the letter. Maybe Twilight could tell her about all of the great things Sunset has done ever since last fall.
>Building a better reputation would he-
>"Aaah!"
>Sunset spots a wasp swirling around in the air next to the mailbox a few feet away from her. It menacingly starts to approach her.
>The girl backs away, afraid of bees and wasps.
>But the wasp follows her across the front lawn as Sunset eyes the front door, more than ready to race back inside.
>"Stay back!" She warns the wasp as though it actually understands humans.
>It continues, attracted by Sunset's brightly colored hair as though it were a bee.
>It gets within arm's reach of Sunset, and is still in the way of the front door.
>Sunset grows angry just as much as she does scared.
>Without a second thought, she claps her hands together right where the wasp hovers, trapping and smashing it between her palms.
>It falls to the ground. It's dead.
>Sunset wins.
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>Nevertheless, Trixie had welcomed the winter once it had set in.
>She bundled up as much as she could and stayed outside most of the time, frolicking around in the gathering snow. She knew that it was the time of year that no one would be able to find her out here.
>With a few days of the winter already behind her, Trixie wastes no time in what she does; she gathers many sticks and twigs to use.
>It’s only during the morning when it’s cold enough for Trixie’s fingers to be completely numb. She starts sanding down the sticks and twigs with small rocks to make them smoother.
>She is going to create a real magic wand, just like the Harry Potters and stuff.
>All day long she would continue to light up the end of the stick like a candle and point it at passing squirrels and rabbits.
>”Expecto Patronum!” The girl keeps her arms stretched out in front of her with the most determined look in her eyes.
>Nothing happens. The little critters are free to live another day. And trixie is not okay with that.
>”HOW DARE YOU RESIST THE MAGIC OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE!”
>The echo of her voice spreads through the forest like a wildfire, foreshadowing something Trixie wants to do with magic.
>She goes back home, unsuccessful.
>But that doesn’t stop her from coming back the next day.
>This time, she had snuck into her grandfather’s basement and stole some of his napalm rounds he used in the great canterlot war that happened decades ago.
>Collecting enough sticks in the morning, Trixie forces her hands to get Hypothermia; it’s the only way this can work without the girl feeling the pain of the fire on her hands.
>Elephant tranquilizer didn’t work last time, and Trixie had woken up in the hospital with her parents shaking their heads.
>She sticks the sharp end of the shredded twig into the hole of the napalm round, and lights the far end up in a campfire.
>It glows like a religious candle.
>The wind quietly howls as Trixie waits for some prey to pass by as the stick meanwhile spreads its flames to her fingers. She can’t feel a thing because hypothermia, remember?
>Out of literally nowhere, a squabbit (combination of a squirrel and a rabbit that Brickelberry created) hops. And it eyes Trixie with an angry challenging glare as it feels threatened by her magic wizard wand.
>Trixie ambitiously points her wand at the squabbit. “WE ARE ANOMALOUS. WE ARE REGION. FORGIVE AND FORGET. E X P E C T O   P A T R O N U M !”
>A sudden burst of flames emits from the end of the wand and showers the squabbit in its holiness. Trixie sings in an angelic voice as this happens.
>The bushes around the now dead and roasted critter catch fire MAGICAL FIRE.
>On the ground, the dirt catches fire to because magic dirt. MAGIC DIRT.
>The trees are soon set ablaze, and Trixie evacuates the area as soon as she’s done taking pictures with her phone and posting them on Instagram.
>After getting permanently banned and expelled from Instagram, she goes onto is 4chan. She clicks on /k/.
>[Trixie fucked up bad, /k/.]
>The god damn legend continues.
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CELESTIA AND HER TOP STUDEN:
>It's been a long time since you were promised to have "the talk" from Celestia.
>She's been your mentor ever since you were much younger than today, and procreation has been a mystery to you for many years.
>But today, the day after your birthday, she approaches you.
>"My dearest student, you are finally 18 years old. I do believe it's time for me to show you how people have children."
>She used to say that she'd tell you, not show.
"What do you mean?"
>"Follow me."
>She herds you into her office, alone. Sitting down in her chair and curling her index finger towards you.
>"Come sit with me."
>Hesitantly approach her, soon piecing together that you must sit on her lap.
>"Undo the front of your pants for me."
>You nervously obey, not understanding what she wants to happen here.
>After you're wide open, Celestia reaches in between the flap of your boxers and softly wraps her fingers around your member, prompting it to become excited.
>She frees it from your clothing and holds it in her hand. "What's happening right now is called an erection. It's that thing that happens when your penis starts to stand straight up. I'm sure this may have happened to you before, no?"
"I-It has..." You stutter.
>"Let me show you what you can do with this." Celestia directs your hands to the front of her pants. "Women have a vagina, and the people have children is for the man to insert his erect penis into the vagina, which is called sexual intercourse."
>Your hands automatically find themselves undoing Celestia's pants and pulling them down.
>"This is perfectly natural, all of it. It practically happens on its own if you don't even think about it."
>Celestia starts to stroke her hand up and down your shaft. "This feel good? It's okay to like this. You're supposed to like it... everyone is; it just makes you normal like everybody else."
>You reach under her panties and make contact with moist bare skin with the tips of your fingers. You jump at the feeling.