Hi, everyone, MarcellusMiro66 here! This is a series of deleted, abandoned, or otherwise unrecognized stories from long ago. Enough said.
Enjoy! If you can...
Story 1: "A Better Tomorrow Vol.1" [MLP/The Loud House Crossover]
(Friday, December 16th 2016)
(Canterlot City, Colorado – 12 N)
The five girls sat in a solemn silence at Sugarcube Café. The solemn silence suffered through somberness throughout the building. Tentative tears slowly slid down and stained their cold cheeks. It was the two year anniversary of her disappearance and death, and all of them perfectly possessed their share of great guilt. They had lost a faithful friend two years ago: a faithful friend who learned the power of friendship, a faithful friend who shared the definite devotion as them, a faithful friend who stood them...even when they wouldn't do the same thing as her.
"We fucked up."
The five girls turned to face Rainbow Dash, his hands in her face, hiding her moderate cerise eyes which were tearing up. She shook her head back and forth as if she had finally gone colossally crazy.
"Rainbow..."
"WE FUCKED UP, APPLEJACK! SHE TRUSTED US! AND WE MURDERED HER!"
Rainbow was knocked down to her knees by her own weight as she collapsed onto the floor, her sobs of sorrow echoing all over the café. Applejack was the first to comfort and console her friend as she crouched down and hugged her out of pity. Normally, being the brash jock she was, she would've turned away, but she didn't. She was far too totaled by the grief she was officially overwhelmed by. Instead, she eventually embraced the hug and the tarrying three followed suit. Outside, the three girls – the real Anon-A-Miss – stared on in remorseful regret at their separate sisters seeking solace in each other's complete comfort.
"Was it really worth the effort?"
Applejack's question relentlessly rang throughout her head for the following two years. Apple Bloom shook her head and silently sobbed,
No. No, it wasn't...
(6:00 PM)
Five hours later, the five girls plus the three slept over at Sweet Apple Acres. They had invited a few friends over, five to ten at best. Flash Sentry was one of those five to ten, as well as one of the few who never suspected that she was Anon-A-Miss. Despite the full fact, he never believed and/or supported her. He just stood by as secrets were exposed and friendships were broken. He just stood by as the real Anon-A-Miss collected their comeuppances. He just stood be as the fake Anon-A-Miss sold her soul to seek her solace.
Sunset Shimmer did die to prove her innocence...but she didn't die in virtuous vain.
Flash Sentry walked up the road and found the house instantly illuminated upon first glance. He knocked on the door and Applejack answered,
"Hi, Applejack."
"Hello, Flash. Where are the others?"
"Is no one else here yet?"
"I suppose not, considering that you're the only one here as of this moment."
Flash entered inside the house and found the girls scattered around the living room, exchanging compact chatter. He and Big McIntosh were the main men present, his worries waning not. His prayers were answered when a member of the soccer club showed up,
"Hey, Soarin."
"Hey, Flash. You the only one here?"
"Don't know. As of now... Yes."
"Okay. So... This all seems solemn."
"Yes, but then again, so is the rest of the school."
"For good reason, too. She didn't deserve this."
"You believed her, though. Right?"
"That's was I'm ashamed of. I never suspected her of being Anon-A-Miss and I never stood up for her."
"I didn't, either. The difference between you and me? I know her more than you do."
Flash realized how highly harsh that sentence sounded, "Sorry."
"Well, frankly, Flash... I can't entirely blame you."
The two then joined the girls in the living room just as another boy entered the house. Nobody, with the exception of Apple Bloom, noticed him when he entered inside. He has greyish / moderate mulberry hair, brilliant orange skin, and moderate purple eyes; he wore a black leather jacket above a black undershirt, a white long-sleeved collared shirt below the black undershirt, a pair of blue slim jeans, and a pair of black and white Converse sneakers. He was just downright disappointed that he couldn't wear his dancing shoes in the snow,
"Is this Sweet Apple Acres?"
Everybody turned their attention to the front door, Applejack rightfully raising herself up, "Yes, sir, it is. You may be whom?"
"Oh, the name's Tender Taps. You invited my brother over, but he couldn't come; I thought I would take his place instead."
"Ah, I see. Well, take a seat and get situated."
Tender Taps nodded and placed his sleeping bag by the door; he strolled over and sat beside Apple Bloom, who basically blushed at his apparent arrival. Applejack and Rarity stood up and headed to the kitchen, intending to get the refreshments; Flash and Big McIntosh headed upstairs to find the movies. A sprouting small and stiff silence was broken by a small and straightforward statement,
"I do know you."
Tender Taps turned towards Apple Bloom and smiled softly, "You do?"
Apple Bloom smiled softly in return, "Yeah. I see you in dance class every time I pass your classroom while walking in the hallways."
"Oh, I didn't think anyone would notice. Believe me, I wouldn't."
"Well, believe me, I did."
Applejack watched from the kitchen, a small smile gradually growing as her sister and the new kid calmly conversing with each other. In the two years that followed Sunset's death, Apple Bloom had actually alienated herself from her friends and family, remaining extremely emotionless and ultimately under the radar. It wasn't until a few weeks in November that she came through. How or why nobody knew, and somehow surprisingly, neither did Apple Bloom herself.
"Do you think so, Applejack?"
Applejack turned towards Rarity, "What?"
"Apple Bloom. Do you think that she has finally come through?"
Applejack wanted to pretentiously protest, but she thought better of it, "You know what, Rarity? I think she may be."
(Royal Woods, Michigan – 6:00 PM)
Bobby Santiago was not a super smart man, and he was no decidedly dumb one either. He knew what love was and how it worked, but he had no idea in the slightest how hurtful it worked in relative retrospect. It turns out that love can be a cruel mistress when it needs and wants to.
Bobby learned this lesson the hard way when he met Sunset Shimmer, the girl previously presumed to be Anon-A-Miss.
Bobby was just an average teenager needing to support his family, primarily his younger sister Ronnie Anne, who herself was a pleasure prostitute: something which, ironically enough, didn't bring her much pleasure at all. He was definitely devoid of any hope whatsoever, but that all changed when he found her sister talking a lively discussion with the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid his eyes on to that point one day. However, like many good things, they had come to an end.
Bobby stood still upon Sunset's grave, a small smile of sadness upon his face. He sighed softly as he walked away from her tombstone and headed to his car, a black 1970 Dodge Charger R/T with the engine protruding from the hood. Entering inside and turning over the engine, Bobby drove off back to his house.
He had to do it. He had to get ready. He had to be prepared.
"A Better Tomorrow: Vol 2"
(Friday, December 16th 2016)
(Royal Woods, Michigan – 6:00 PM)
Bobby Santiago was not a super smart man, and he was no decidedly dumb one either. He knew what love was and how it worked, but he had no idea in the slightest how hurtful it worked in relative retrospect. It turns out that love can be a cruel mistress when it needs and wants to.
Bobby learned this lesson the hard way when he met Sunset Shimmer, the girl previously presumed to be Anon-A-Miss.
Bobby was just an average teenager needing to support his family, primarily his younger sister Ronnie Anne, who herself was a pleasure prostitute: something which, ironically enough, didn't bring her much pleasure at all. He was definitely devoid of any hope whatsoever, but that all changed when he found her sister talking a lively discussion with the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid his eyes on to that point one day. However, like many good things, they had come to an end.
Bobby stood still upon Sunset's grave, a small smile of sadness worn upon his face that complimented his black-and-white suit and coat. He sighed softly as he walked away from her tombstone and headed to his car, a black 1970 Dodge Charger R/T with the engine protruding from the hood. Entering inside and turning over the engine, Bobby drove off back to his house.
He had to do it. He had to get ready. He had to be prepared.
When he arrived at his uncle's garage, Bobby parked his car but didn't turn it off as he exited. He walked over to the worktable and brought up a box; opening it up, he pulled out the contents: a Winchester Model 1887 with a sawed off barrel and lever, the box of shotgun shells placed nearby. Loading up the shotgun and placing the box of shells in the glove compartment, he packed his duffel bag with spare clothes before changing into new ones. After placing his suit and coat into the bag, he changed into a black long-sleeve shirt, a pair of navy blue jeans, a brown leather belt with a golden buckle, a pair of black leather gloves, a pair of black combat boots, and a black leather jacket with a gold snap-on collar and white wrist cuffs.
Bobby slipped on the jacket and closed his eyes, waiting for the transformation to take over. When it did, he groaned and moaned in pain, a blaze of fire consuming from the inside out. His skin crumbled apart and turned to ash, leaving his fiery skeleton behind. Gazing upon his new form, Bobby sighed and nodded in resolution, walking over to and entering his Dodge Charger. The car's subsequent transformation mirrored that of Bobby's, most notably the hood-protruding super engine which breathed fire. He pulled out of the garage and sped off, the tires leaving a trail of fire and a scent of smoke in the air.
Bobby was now the Ghost Rider.
... Of course, Sunset didn't know this.
"Oh, Sunset... Why did you do it?"
Why did you save me?
(Canterlot City, Colorado – 12 N)
The five girls sat in a solemn silence at Sugarcube Café. The solemn silence suffered through somberness throughout the building. Tentative tears slowly slid down and stained their cold cheeks. It was the two year anniversary of her disappearance and death, and all of them perfectly possessed their share of great guilt. They had lost a faithful friend two years ago: a faithful friend who learned the power of friendship, a faithful friend who shared the definite devotion as them, a faithful friend who stood them...even when they wouldn't do the same thing as her.
"We fucked up."
The five girls turned to face Rainbow Dash, his hands in her face, hiding her moderate cerise eyes which were tearing up. She shook her head back and forth as if she had finally gone colossally crazy.
"Rainbow..."
"WE FUCKED UP, APPLEJACK! SHE TRUSTED US! AND WE MURDERED HER!"
Rainbow was knocked down to her knees by her own weight as she collapsed onto the floor, her sobs of sorrow echoing all over the café. Applejack was the first to comfort and console her friend as she crouched down and hugged her out of pity. Normally, being the brash jock she was, she would've turned away, but she didn't. She was far too totaled by the grief she was officially overwhelmed by. Instead, she eventually embraced the hug and the tarrying three followed suit. Outside, the three girls – the real Anon-A-Miss – stared on in remorseful regret at their separate sisters seeking solace in each other's complete comfort.
"Was it really worth the effort?"
Applejack's question relentlessly rang throughout her head for the following two years. Apple Bloom shook her head and silently sobbed,
No. No, it wasn't...
(6:00 PM)
Five hours later, the five girls plus the three slept over at Sweet Apple Acres. They had invited a few friends over, five to ten at best. Flash Sentry was one of those five to ten, as well as one of the few who never suspected that she was Anon-A-Miss. Despite the full fact, he never believed and/or supported her. He just stood by as secrets were exposed and friendships were broken. He just stood by as the real Anon-A-Miss collected their comeuppances. He just stood by as the fake Anon-A-Miss sold her soul to seek her solace.
Sunset Shimmer did die to prove her innocence...but she didn't die in virtuous vain.
Flash Sentry walked up the road and found the house instantly illuminated upon first glance. He knocked on the door and Applejack answered,
"Hi, Applejack."
"Hello, Flash. Where are the others?"
"Is no one else here yet?"
"I suppose not, considering that you're the only one here as of this moment."
Flash entered inside the house and found the girls scattered around the living room, exchanging compact chatter. He and Big McIntosh were the main men present, his worries waning not. His prayers were answered when a member of the soccer club showed up,
"Hey, Soarin."
"Hey, Flash. You the only one here?"
"Don't know. As of now... Yes."
"Okay. So... This all seems solemn."
"Yes, but then again, so is the rest of the school."
"For good reason, too. She didn't deserve this."
"You believed her, though. Right?"
"That's was I'm ashamed of. I never suspected her of being Anon-A-Miss and I never stood up for her."
"I didn't, either. The difference between you and me? I know her more than you do."
Flash realized how highly harsh that sentence sounded, "Sorry."
"Well, frankly, Flash... I can't entirely blame you."
The two then joined the girls in the living room just as another boy entered the house. Nobody, with the exception of Apple Bloom, noticed him when he entered inside. He has greyish / moderate mulberry hair, brilliant orange skin, and moderate purple eyes; he wore a black leather jacket above a black undershirt, a white long-sleeved collared shirt below the black undershirt, a pair of blue slim jeans, and a pair of black and white Converse sneakers. He was just downright disappointed that he couldn't wear his dancing shoes in the snow,
"Is this Sweet Apple Acres?"
Everybody turned their attention to the front door, Applejack rightfully raising herself up, "Yes, sir, it is. You may be whom?"
"Oh, the name's Tender Taps. You invited my brother over, but he couldn't come; I thought I would take his place instead."
"Ah, I see. Well, take a seat and get situated."
Tender Taps nodded and placed his sleeping bag by the door; he strolled over and sat beside Apple Bloom, who basically blushed at his apparent arrival. Applejack and Rarity stood up and headed to the kitchen, intending to get the refreshments; Flash and Big McIntosh headed upstairs to find the movies. A sprouting small and stiff silence was broken by a small and straightforward statement,
"I do know you."
Tender Taps turned towards Apple Bloom and smiled softly, "You do?"
Apple Bloom smiled softly in return, "Yeah. I see you in dance class every time I pass your classroom while walking in the hallways."
"Oh, I didn't think anyone would notice. Believe me, I wouldn't."
"Well, believe me, I did."
Applejack watched from the kitchen, a small smile gradually growing as her sister and the new kid calmly conversing with each other. In the two years that followed Sunset's death, Apple Bloom had actually alienated herself from her friends and family, remaining extremely emotionless and ultimately under the radar. It wasn't until a few weeks in November that she came through. How or why nobody knew, and somehow surprisingly, neither did Apple Bloom herself.
"Do you think so, Applejack?"
Applejack turned towards Rarity, "What?"
"Apple Bloom. Do you think that she has finally come through?"
Applejack wanted to pretentiously protest, but she thought better of it, "You know what, Rarity? I think she may be."
(Friday, October 21st 2016)
(Gotham City – 6:00 PM)
Two Months Ago...
Two years. Two years since the incident. Two years since her disappearance. Two years since her death. It was two years now.
Today was October 21, 2016. It was a tempestuous twilight in Gotham City. Speaking of Twilight, she hadn't written to her in the following two years. Then again... Ronnie Anne had intentionally inherited from her the magic journal. She had been keeping in touch with her (Ronnie Anne) and her new boyfriend. This Lincoln kid better not break her heart; otherwise, she'd be breaking his body as a whole.
She squatted down on a gargoyle and watched as a company of police cruisers engaged in a speeding spar with a black surveillance van. She shot up and running towards the ledge while activating her earpiece,
"F.R.I.D.A.Y., you know what to do."
"Yes, ma'am."
She leapt off the ledge and out folded her memory cloth cape, utilizing it to sufficiently soar down and land on top of her black 1997 Harley-Davidson Softail, courtesy of F.R.I.D.A.Y. herself. She slipped on her mask and sped off after the bank robbers under the radar of the police in pursuit. Adjusting her goggles to get a better look at the van, she knew that she couldn't just shoot out the tires or relentlessly ram it until it tipped like in the movies. Pulling out of her pouch two Bat Bombs "borrowed" from Mr. Wayne, she made a hard left before tossing them at the van's line of sight. When they drove it over...
BOOM!
The van flipped over and landed roof first on the concrete road of Connecticut. She boarded off her motorcycle and drew her railed Desert Eagle Mark XIX, which by the way was loaded with .44 Magnum soft-nosed slugs. (Fun Fact: Soft-nosed .44 slugs blow holes in people the size of garbage cans.) Cocking the hammer and offing the safety, she approached the capsized camper and aimed at the men attempting to effortlessly escape authorities,
"Don't move."
The three men stopped dead in their tracks and raised their hands high up, one of them raising his mask up as well. She remotely recognized him through his grey eyes and brown hair, a sly smirk growing beneath her mask,
"Well, well, well. We meet again, Mr. Brandon Stone."
The other two masked men glanced and gawked at the unmasked man, who himself gawked at the caped crusader in bewilderment, "Have we met before?"
"I believe we have." Much to Stone's devastating dismay, she unmasked herself to revealed her actual alias...
"Sunset Shimmer."
"You were expecting someone else? Bang."
BANG!
Two years. Two years since the Anon-A-Miss incident. Two years since Sunset's disappearance. Two years since Sunset's death. It was two years now.
Today was October 21, 2016. It was a tempestuous twilight in Gotham City. Sunset Shimmer was Twilight Sparkle's best friend and...maybe her worst enemy. Except, she was no longer Sunset Shimmer.
Sunset Shimmer was now the Red Hood.
... Of course, Bobby didn't know this.
"Oh, Bobby... Why did you do it? Why did you save me?"