Created my own little sequel to someone else's story: https://pastebin.com/zU5FWN2p
 
Warning: Edginess but at least it's self-aware edginess even though that's really no excuse for edginess.
 
All was quiet. Was.
Fate had been sealed years ago.
All it took was discovery.
And then travel. Among other developments.
Time brought it all up to the now.
-
She sits on her throne with a confident gaze.
It melts away when ruckus becomes apparent.
What is it this time?
Before she can send one of her drones to investigate, she's met with a messenger.
An out of breath messenger. "I got here as fast as I could." He pants.
"What is going on over there?" Asks Chrysalis in her usual domineering tone.
His eyes tell the story before his mouth can.
"What is it that concerns you?" The queen asks.
"We're under attack!"
Chrysalis's heart skips a beat at the news.
Her guards straighten their stance and gravitate closer to their queen.
"How many?" The queen grits her sharp teeth.
"...One..."
"One?!" Chrysalis deftly stands up. "There is only one intruder and you come to me like this is a threat?!"
"We're taking casualties!" Informs the messenger drone. "Heavy casualties!"
Chrysalis's legs begin to shiver in anxiety. "That's impossible!" She can't decide if she's denying it because of there only being one intruder or the fact that she's grown so close with each and every one of her spawn.
She's met with the same answer.
Her heart races to keep itself from breaking. "Send in the best defense we have!" Chrysalis orders. "Does the intruder have magic?"
She finds it hard to believe that one being can make its way into the hive AND be able to deliver casualties.
"We don't know. He uses a tool." The drone frowns.
"A tool?"
"It's... loud."
Chrysalis shakes off her confusion and orders for all defense mechanisms to be put into effect.
She dreads learning more about these supposed casualties of her children.
She hardly recalls if there ever were before.
Chrysalis can't sit back down; the news got between her and the throne.
Time goes by, hopes go up and down.
The ruckus continues, and gets louder.
The messenger returns as soon as Chrysalis realizes the ruckus is closer in proximity.
"What's the situation?" The queen asks.
Now the drone is hesitant to answer. Croaking apprehensively.
Whatever it was he just saw, it left a devastated expression on his face.
The expression spreads to Chrysalis as the drone speaks. "W-we... need to get you to safety!"
Now it feels as though Chrysalis's heart has stopped.
She can only imagine how many more "casualties" there have been.
There's a loud boom.
The blast is too far away to knock Chrysalis off her feet.
But the sudden wave of terror that startles her does.
"Your highness!" The guards gasp in unison. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine! Stand guard!" Chrysalis masks what she's feeling with immediate orders. "GO!"
The guards can tell she's become unnerved in this short time.
Down the corridors, they all hear a sound they cannot recognize.
Rapid gunfire.
The new sound strikes further terror into Chrysalis and her changeling subjects.
"What about Twilight?" The drone asks.
Chrysalis's mind races.
"Get her to safety too!" She can't resist protecting her heir.
And so... "safety" is pursued and reached by the higher-ups while the drones face the brunt of...
...
New reinforcements have just been sent down the long, shapeshifting tunnels.
Sent for one last time.
They head towards the noises.
The gunfire and the harsh voice of the intruder loudly barking at their comrades in Latin between the bursts of lead.
It's sickening to step over so many of the fallen.
Many had known eachother.
"Surround him!" The commander orders for the fifth time in a row.
They can't surround him.
A part of the circle of changelings falls each time before it's completed.
The commander falls with them before he can give another order.
"WHAT MAGIC IS THIS?!" A drone shouts to his fellow fighter. "How is he doing this?!"
Now without a voice to instruct them, the dissolving ranks fall into a quasi retreat.
Staying in the area but hiding behind rocks and corners.
The time to counterattack has come and gone.
They saw what happened to the others.
The intruder steps into view.
Bearing jaded, rusty roman armor only shining with newly spilt changeling blood.
Pulse rifle from the Alien series in hands, he aims it at any movement his eyes catch.
He switches from Latin to English. "Where is she?!"
No one wants to answer.
He convinces them.
"Come out and tell me! Where is she?"
Only one drone eventually comes out and waits for the intruder to turn back in his direction.
"Who?" He musters the bravery to speak out with that barrel pointed towards him.
"Where's my Trixie?!" The bipedal ape creature snarls. "WHERE'S MY TRIXIE?"
The drone thinks before he can recall what the intruder means, through a mental maze of distress and panic.
"W-wait... you mean our broo-"
"Don't you DARE call her that!" The intruder lets his finger slips and sends one pulse grenade to the drone.
Now someone else needs to step forth to confront the intruder.
"What do you want with her?" A second drone steps out, mincing his words.
"Where is she?" The intruder coldly repeats. "I won't ask again."
The changelings behind the intruder can only get a good look at the curved rectangular shield on the intruder's back before he turns his head to keep an eye on them.
A different messenger flees back towards the queen.
"She's in her room near the-"
"Take me there!"
Compliance is gradual, but it happens.
...
It's almost like a movie. Almost.
This intruder thinks up things to say he's heard before in actual movies that will make the changelings remember him.
Might as well do so since he's already become the edgiest thing he can imagine.
He looks at himself briefly.
Covered in blood, holding a heavy weapon in his hands with a shield on his back.
The metal of his roman helmet is hot against his cheeks and jaw.
His eyes wild with searing wrath, darting back and forth between drones in the hive.
Arms at the ready to follow the eyes if necessary.
Normally, he wouldn't allow himself to go this far.
But the last straw has broken the camel's back.
Now he knows that he must use any force necessary to make things right.
Even if it means turning himself into the very thing he once mocked.
Something on par with a poorly drawn, red and black alicorn OC created by an edgy middle schooler.
THIS is the level he must stoop to if he wants to end Trixie's suffering.
It would have been embarrassing had he valued his own reputation.
But he can throw his dignity away just for this one mission.
Anything for this Roman to retrieve a fallen Eagle.
At this rate, he might as well go all out and cram movie lines into every chance he gets.
Several drones quietly walk in front of him.
Showing the way.
...
"How are we going to re-organize?" Twilight desperately asks.
"Once we either stop him or he leaves." Chrysalis answers. "I'll never hand Trixie over to him. She's too valuable."
Twilight frowns deeply. "What about diplomacy?"
"There is only one of him! Diplomacy is not necessary! Neither is negotiation."
A handful of bodyguards stand around the royals.
The ruckus stopped, but Chrysalis can tell it was not in a good way.
Trixie listens to the queen and the heir converse from her side of the now completely sealed room.
It only takes her but a few minutes to drop any ideas of being rescued.
There's no way she can go back to her life.
She's going to be like this until the day she dies.
Trixie doesn't want to be rescued.
There's nothing left to look forward to, not after all that's happened.
Twilight and Chrysalis are forced to cordially argue after the deathly silence outside the locked door lasts for too long.
The messenger last went through it too many minutes ago; no sign of him now.
-
The eventual knock on the door makes the queen jump.
The guards are the first to approach the door and open a tiny window on it once the queen is at a safe distance.
"It's the messenger." The guard announces. "And a lot of the other drones."
Chrysalis still can't get over how someone managed to bring a new kind of magic into the hive that is unaffected by what they use to prevent it.
They've never been prepared to face any kind of threat, they just wanted to prevent it entirely.
Some dialogue is had, it is confirmed to whoever's outside that Trixie and Chrysalis are both in this room.
Behind the locked door and handful of guards.
Once this comes up, the gunfire starts up again.
There are screams and buzzing of confused, fleeing wings on the outside.
All guards stand at the door while Chrysalis gets as far away from the door as possible.
Guards become hesitant to open the door, hoping they won't need to.
But the gunfire stops while the intruder's shouting doesn't.
Trixie watches from halfway down one of the walls of the room.
Still right outside of the door, the intruder now goes silent on his own for a moment.
Guards are watching him from the little window in the door.
Whatever they see him do, it prompts them to slowly back away.
After sending Twilight into a tiny, narrow secret passageway to escape and rally whatever surviving changelings left, Chrysalis addresses her guards. "Why are you-"
"Here's Johnny!" The intruder abruptly shouts before a pulse grenade cracks the door open and sends one of the guards flying with only two legs still attached to his body.
How easily these hole-ridden, weapon-less, rotted-Swiss-cheese changelings fall when they're up against anything that's an actual weapon designed to do physical damage.
Say hello to human warfare technology.
The other changeling guards charge out of the door in a hurry in attempt to rush the intruder.
Into the smoke.
Only to get mowed down by hot lead.
Chrysalis, in a last-ditch attempt to save herself, steps directly over Trixie and traps her in the middle of her legs.
The ape creature fully equipped with Roman armor steps into the room through swirling smoke with his pulse rifle raised.
His deranged eyes glaring full-on swords at the queen.
"Get away from her, you bitch!" He growls.
Chrysalis hisses at him, refusing to back away from Trixie.
She thinks the bullets will kill both her and Trixie if he fires like the grenade would. "Back away!"
He knows the worst she can do is bite him or something.
Runs directly up to her and boops her on the nose with the barrel of the pulse rifle.
In the half of a second before the trigger is pulled, Chrysalis takes a final gasp and smells the remnants of charred goop that served as an attempt to block the gun before the bullet blasts incinerated it off.
The intruder kicks the light carcass away from trixie before it can land on her.
Staring down at Trixie in partial disbelief.
He actually made it to her.
"D-don't save me..." Trixie manages to utter. "Don't. They're planning to trick you. Just kill us both."
The intruder takes a second to process this until...
"Wait!" Trixie's voice suddenly calls into the room before a gasp."It's a trap! It a- AAAAHH!"
The intruder turns around to find a couple of changelings holding back another Trixie from going further.
But they all soon stop at the horrid sight of their beloved queen lying completely lifeless on the ground.
They freeze.
Having expected to come across a tense standoff.
The act abruptly stops to the gasping and crying.
The Trixie at the doorway glows light green and shape-shifts into a changeling-ified Twilight.
They all shriek and holler in mourn and shock for several seconds until their cries turn to vengeful screeches.
These several seconds were used by the intruder to pull something out from the space between his curved shield and his back.
Even through her tears, Twilight can see that this ape creature has just pulled out an even bigger weapon.
She instinctively retreats back out the door.
All of the changelings that survived are outside the door, hundreds and hundreds of them. Perhaps still thousands.
Dozens more, in a blind rage, try to cram past one another to get through the space of the doorway with nothing left to lose.
The intruder is emboldened by the sound of the minigun starting to spin its six barrels.
"Say hello to my little friend!"
He points it at the doorway before the deafening blasting begins.
He continuously insults the changelings with the his own cringy delivery of more movie lines.
All of the changelings at the door either back away or meet their end.
Once the intruder reaches the doorway, the position is held and he can hold the trigger down until there is nothing left to mow down.
A grand changeling retreat sees many additional casualties.
"YOU LIKE THAT?! HUH?! YOU STILL HUNGRY NOW?!"
Unbeknownst to the intruder, one of the changelings got the bright idea to crawl back through the secret passageway and back into the room.
This drone enters the room quietly after the heavy gunfire ceases.
Creeps towards the intruder as he checks for survivors outside.
But he turns around too soon for the drone to do anything.
The drone decides to charge to his own death, stupidly attacking the front end of the minigun as the intruder shoves it up to him.
Entrails are sent clear across the floor.
...
It would have been hard to find the way out of the caverns had the intruder not approached the changelings recovering their losses.
Most of them fled, but one just sits there and begins to cry in complete shock.
He feels an almost overbearing disgust and repulsion to seeing his queen over this ape creature's shoulder like this; the ape creature has returned to pointing his pulse rifle at anything that dares to approach malevolently.
Trixie's clinging directly onto the armor on his back with the shield between herself and the slain queen.
The changeling left out in the open is spared so long he directs the ape creature out of the caverns and back into the open air.
Luckily, this one changeling, Thorax, had questionable loyalty towards the queen to begins with.
Escape is soon had, to the expense of the hissing, teary eyes changelings who watch in horror. Knowing there's nothing they can do.
Most of them have already been called back by the new queen.
An army is brewing.
-
It is not raining
The weather is fair.
The sun is shining brightly and the air is warm, not reflective of the world Trixie is in.
About an hour of the ape creature in roman attire walking goes by.
Trixie is too physically weak to even ask where he's taking her.
She hasn't been outdoors for who knows how long.
This cool breeze, this shining sun feels almost completely unfamiliar to her.
It soothes her, helping her relax more than she realized she could.
It feels so good that it takes her away from the crushing hunger she's feeling.
Suddenly, the bipedal creature stops.
Trixie looks over to him, barely able to see his face with the helmet on.
She then looks forward.
That... that thing over there.
Does that thing look familiar?
Trixie can't decide, not even as she is carried over to it.
A wooden door is opened after the soft noise of a dead queen's body hitting the grass sounds.
The sound of old sandals stepping on old wooden floors almost rings a bell in Trixie's head.
It must have been years since she heard a sound similar to this.
Before she knows it, she is placed onto a bed on her back and feels the cool embrace of bedsheets envelope her.
She lets the bipedal creature pull the covers up to her chin and then looks up to him.
He stares back down with tears in his eyes.
That ceiling behind him finally makes something click in Trixie's head.
This is her wagon.
She forgot she ever even had this thing; forgot it existed.
Trixie actually had a home before the place she was just taken from.
How many years has it been?
It doesn't matter, whatever life Trixie had in the past that is no more, it is unsalvageable.
And she can see in the bipedal creature's eye's that he knows this full well.
This prompts her to ask a couple of things.
About one new question every twenty to thirty seconds with exchanged glances and complete silence in between.
"Why did... you rescue me? H... how do you know who I am? How did you find me?"
The human drops to his knees so he can place his hand on Trixie's forehead more easily.
Her horn between two of hid fingers as he pats her before stroking her mane.
"You are not dying there. Not you. Not there." His suddenly shaky voice responds.
He takes a quick glance out the open window to check for any vengeance seeking changelings, still on his guard through the clouds in his eyes.
He turns back to the blue unicorn and silently sobs at her bedside.
Trixie is already out of tears.
Birds chirp in the trees outside.
It's not raining anywhere except the human's eyes.
Trixie is at a loss for words. She only feels a conflicting fusion of emptiness and absolution.
She takes a deep breath of more of this open air.
She... missed this...
Now the human sniffles and wipes away another tear from his eye. "You're the reason why I came here." His voice is back to a consistent tone and volume.
He pauses.
Then continues. "I gained knowledge of what happened to you. It left me so upset that I had to come over here and put a stop to it."
Trixie almost asks how he knew, but she doesn't even want to question it at this point.
She's free now, in the comfort of her own bed.
There's nothing more she could ask for at the moment.
"I found this wagon a couple of weeks ago and camped out here. Trying to figure out exactly where to find you and take you back to here."
He glances out the window again.
"I already know that you can't go back. But still." He clenches his fist. "Not going to allow you to die in that horrible place."
He straightens his back so he can see more out the window.
"I dug a ditch. Just big enough to fit this whole wagon inside of. Left one side shallow and slanted so I can roll this thing in when the... w-when the time comes."
He takes a deep breath and looks back down at Trixie, who barely has her eyes open but gazes back up at him.
It hurts him to even hear Trixie neglect talking in third person.
Can't leave her broken like this. She doesn't deserve such shame.
"I won't force you to keep living like this."
Trixie feels an overwhelming relief when she heads this.
Her mind, her body, everything about her, will never be the same.
The hunger she was feeling is already growing, despite her being comfortable enough to ignore it for the moment.
She knows she's going to starve quickly without the changelings keeping her alive and fed the way they were.
Her body has become so dependent on it that she knows it will reject anything else at this point.
When the bipedal repeats his claim that he's going to end the suffering here and now makes Trixie feel like she's already in heaven.
That happy place became real.
He says it a third time: "You will be free in just a few minutes."
After this, he reaches under the bed and pulls something out.
Actually two things.
One of them looks like a giant aluminum cylinder object.
The other one is... wait, that looks somewhat familiar too.
The diamond gem glows a radiant red.
Trixie's ears weakly perk up. "Wha... how..." She hasn't seen the Alicorn Amulet since her bout with Twilight.
"I stole it." He answers. "This morning... I just went and broke into the place and stole it while Zecora was away. It wasn't hard."
He gets choked up again.
"...Why?" Trixie can't resist asking this time.
"The duel... it was... a good half of the reason why I came here. There were more than one things I wanted to make..." He trails off.
Both are silent for a full minute before he continues.
"I left it here under your bed since magic doesn't mean anything in that place. In case I didn't come back. I was prepared to free you while still in that place if it came to that." He looks over to the pulse rifle, sees only three more pulse grenades left in it. "We'd both die there, but at least you would have to be alive there anymore."
Trixie stares at him in disbelief as he reveals that his mission would have turned into a suicide mission if it had to.
This compels her to ask another question after he checks outside the window once again.
"Why... why do you care about me so much? Who are you?"
The human's facial expression softens, and his eyes almost start to fill with pride. Almost.
"My name is Alexander. Some know me as a delusional lunatic who thinks he's a Roman. They're not wrong, but that doesn't stop me from being able to fight for you. I may not be a Roman for real, but I'm a Roman in spirit. If that means anything."
"What does that have to do with me?" Asks Trixie.
"In a couple of ways, you are everything I aspire to be. Your spirit, your persistence, your pride, your ability to love being on a stage more than being off of it. I... I envy that sometimes."
She falls silent once more.
He continues. "You're the perfect example of what someone like me should be in order to go far. But even more than any of that... I'm a huge fan of you, Trixie."
Trixie's lip quivers; she almost started feeling the hunger, but it's postponed as long as she's distracted by what the bipedal human is saying.
"You are great and powerful beyond measure, and you have owned up to that more times than one can count." He tells her. "So I suppose the reason why I came here is that... I'm your number one fan. And I came here to put an end to your misery. And transfer it to those who gave it to you in the first place."
He places the Alicorn Amulet onto her chest and moves her hoof on top of it, still holding onto the hoof.
The warmth of his hand spreads through Trixie's body; her eyes finally well up with tears as she barely smiles.
He uses his free hand to lift up a face mask that is attached to the cylinder shaped object by a long, thin tube.
"Thank goodness for Helium." He says as he places the face mask over Trixie's mouth and nose.
He then stops the alarm clock at Trixie's bedside at exactly 5:09.
She hears him turn a few levers on the cylinder object.
She knows the hunger is going to make itself apparent within a few minutes now, so she simply lies back calmly and asks not another question.
But Alexander continues to speak to her all the way until her eyes close.
"You will always be The Great And Powerful Trixie. You will be so forever, and I swear on anything that can be sworn on that I will avenge you, Trixie Lulamoon. I will avenge you entirely if it is my dying action."
Tears of happiness stream down Trixie's face.
She silently mouths the words "thank you", to which he silently nods "you're welcome".
The hunger seems to have fizzled away completely.
Trixie is feeling more dizzy every few seconds; her heart slows down.
"Mark my words, Trixie Lulamoon. My fellow warrior against the world. I will destroy all of the changelings. And I will conquer their lands, the lands beyond their lands, and even further beyond. I will conquer everything up until the edge of the world itself. I shall do it all in your honor."
Trixie's foreleg goes completely limp with the Alicorn Amulet under her hoof.
The lights leave her closing eyes.
Trixie Lulamoon dies peacefully in the warmth of her own bed, with her number one fan by her side.
...
Alexander exits the cart with the Amulet in his hand.
Trixie's soul is inside of it now, he can feel it.
The cart is carefully rolled into the deep grave.
A match is lit; the cart is set ablaze.
The flames burn until they are engulfed in dirt.
...
The Amulet lies in the grass next to the mound of dirt of the grave.
A few feet away from Alexander as he mourns on his knees.
He keeps looking behind him; had been doing so even as he was sealing the grave.
Expects there to be someone around, but there is no one here except for him and Trixie.
It will have to rain sometime.
It will rain again, then again, and eventually again and again.
Flowers will grow here one day.
...
He tripped as he was walking away from the grave, dragging Chrysalis's corpse across the ground.
This armor feels heavy sometimes, especially the shield.
Landed face first and kissed the ground.
Didn't lose any teeth, but lost his temper and let out an echoing war cry into the open air.
Takes the Amulet and puts it around his neck.
His eyes continue glowing red, it's just that they're visually red this time.
This Amulet suits him perfectly... physically, mentally and spiritually.
...
A scout drone that Twilight sent sees something up on a hill.
It sniffs and immediately recognizes the scent of the former queen.
Buzzes over and drops its jaw in utter shock.
The sound of dozens of flies buzzing only provides a soundtrack to the horror.
Chrysalis's severed head rests atop a spear sticking straight out of the ground.
Some dark turquoise hair over the face.
Under it... eyes blank and murky, tongue hanging out.
Not even a second later, the scout hears the clicking of a gun cocking behind it.
...
"Where is he?" Twilight is starting to get worried as she waits for the scout to return.
Her ears pick up on something to the west.
Distant war drums.