(A/N): Hello there! Delusional Potato here, writing the prologue for my and PureHope125's My Little Pony/Creepypasta crossover. I'll be handling the odd chapters while my collaboration partner writes the evens. Hopefully you will enjoy this! It's basically a rewrite of Disney's "Aladdin", except with our OCs, ponies, and creepypastas. It won't be exact (because I haven't seen Aladdin in ages!) and it will have a few twists here and there (such as both Aladdin and Jasmine being played by female characters. Don't worry, there will be no femalexfemale ships involved) Hope you enjoy (no pun intended to my writing partner)!

The sun shone through the shiny curtains of the oversized bedroom. In fact, one would mistake this room to be the master bedroom, being that it was huge. Everything, from the dressers to the walls were decorated in purple and black.

In the purple canopy bed slept a teenage, human girl with dirty blonde hair that was spread out all over her pillow. She was currently wearing a black tank-top with work out shorts. Her body was sprawled out awkwardly among her sheets as a string of drool fell from her mouth and connected to her pillow. She snorted within her sleep, mumbling about random foods and video game characters.

A loud knock caused her to jolt upwards. Her hair was a knotted mess, resembling a bird nest. One of her blue-gray eyes were closed while the other one was half-open. She wiped the drool from her mouth and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Another knock awakened her fully.

"Hang on!" She exclaimed, bolting to her dresser. She grabbed the first things on top -a purple t-shirt and jeans- and attempted to put them on.

Another knock.

"I said hang on!" She shouted again. She struggled to get her jeans on before buttoning and zipping them up.

Yet another knock.

"HANG ON!" The teenager screamed. Now fully dressed, she ran a brush through her matted hair before she gave up and threw the brush down with an aggravated groan.

This time, the knocker refused to wait. They barged in, the knocker appearing to be an orange, cartoon pony with a blonde mane, currently dressed in servant's clothes. Her companion was a pink cartoon pony with a poofy, dark pink mane, also dressed in similar clothes to her companion.

"Princess Airabella-...!" The orange pony began in a heavy, southern accent. She paused upon seeing the teenager, "Um...?"

The teenager known as Airabella looked down at herself. Her shirt was inside-out and backwards, while her pants were also backward. The zipper of said pants were not zipped up all the way, revealing some of the teenager's undergarments. Her hair was knotted and sticking up in some places like an afro. All in all, she looked as though a miniature tornado had attacked her, reversed all her clothing, messed up her hair, then left with trollish laughter.

"Whoopsie-daisies!" The pink mare exclaimed, "Somepony forgot that today isn't backwards day!"

Airabella shrugged, "Good morning to you too, Applejack, Pinkie Pie."

The pony known as Applejack stepped foward, "Now you can't go around looking like that! Your father wants you to be in your best clothing today!"

"Yeah yeah!" Pinkie agreed, "Today's a super spectacular day!"

"Don't remind me," Airabella sighed, flopping on to her bed, "I'm being forced into wedlock with some guy I don't even know."

"Now don't say that!" Applejack encouraged, dragging out a beautiful, sleeveless purple gown layered with golden streaks, "After all, your father wants to make an alliance with the Centaurias kingdom. They and Creepina have been enemies for far too long."

"And my dad just wants to make my life miserable." Airabella groaned as Pinkie attempted to fix her hair with no opposable thumbs.

"How did Creepina and Equestria make an alliance?" Pinkie asked, "Was it when Jeff the Killer and Princess Luna married?"

"No..." Applejack began, "Creepina assisted Equestria in an attack from the changelings. That's how."

"Ohhhh!" Pinkie exclaimed, violently pulling back on Airabella's hair, attempting to put it in a bun, "Now I remember!"

"Does anyone know anything about this guy?" Airabella asked, "Anything at all?"

"Well, I hear his name is Prince Tirek," Applejack began, "Apparently, all the girls in Centaurias fall all over him. Maybe you'll be the same way."

Airabella scoffed.

Eventually, after Pinkie had fixed her hair, Applejack helped Airabella into her gown. They both then did her makeup and nails, as well as fixing her hair a little more. Finally, Airabella was almost completely prepared with her makeup on, her hair in a tight bun, and her dress zipped up and fitted. For the last touch, Applejack placed silver stilettos heels in front of the princess.

"Your father wants you to wear these." The orange pony stated blankly.

"Are you crazy?" Airabella asked in outrage, "I already feel like a Barbie doll! I'll break my legs in those things!"

Applejack shrugged, "Sorry hon. I feel your pain, but I don't know what to do. These things look like the average torture device, but... I can't change your father's mind." With a sigh, Airabella stepped into the stilettos, nearly losing her balance upon doing so. She attempted to walk in them, but could barely pick her feet up off the ground without stumbling. Therefore, she walked like a malfunctioning robot. In an aggravated act of rage, she pulled a piece of her hair out of the tight bun in order to make herself less "princess-y".

"You should feel absolutely be-yoooo-ti-ful!" Pinkie cheered.

"I feel nothing but pain..." Groaned Airabella depressingly.

"Now don't act like that!" Applejack encouraged, gently pushing Airabella to the door, "I bet your father and Prince Tirek will think you're gorgeous! Go stun Creepina with that amazing beauty!" She successfully pushed Airabella into the main hall, forcing the door shut behind her.

With a depressed sigh, the princess picked up her dress and proceeded to the throne room, trying her best to keep from breaking her ankle due to the stilettos. Now, she had to face her snobby, perfectionist of a father and hope he approved of her attire.

With luck, the King of Creepina would not want to give her another nightmare-inducing makeover.

Somewhere far away in the mountains of Creepina lied a dark cave. All the way in the cave's deepest part lied two simple objects. One was a child's Jack-in-a-Box, the pictures on its sides faded into black and white. The other one was an intricately sculpted statuette of a severely mismatched creature. Both objects were not all that eye-catching, being that they were tucked in the very back of the cavern.

"Any luck?" A deep and throaty male voice echoed through the cavern.

"If there was, don't you think I would have been out by now?" Another voice quipped, this one being raspy and dry from years and years of laughter.

"Ugh!" The other voice groaned, "This is so frustrating! Curse Celestia and Slenderman for banishing us here! Curse them with an enternity of chocolate storms and cotton candy hurricanes!"

The raspy voice sighed sadly, "We just need some chump to wander in here and get us out. Once we're free, Celestia and Slenderman won't know what hit 'em!"

"How much longer will that be?" The throaty voice argued, "No one has been here for ages! No one is, nor will they ever be!"

"Good point. But... At least we can try and lure someone here. They've all heard the legends about us, so why does no one come and get us?"

The other voice scoffed, "Wimps."

Its friend laughed in agreement, "That's for sure." Quickly, the owner of the voice coughed and sputtered, "I think this box is suffocating me."

"At least you're not imprisoned in a stone bodysuit..."

The raspy voice changed the subject, "So what'll we do?"

The throaty voice paused, "I guess we shall continue to wait for some idiot to wander in here and release us. Only then will we wreak our vengeance on Equestria and Creepina!"

The raspy voice chuckled, "Yes indeed!"

Both voices began to chuckle. The chuckle evolved into an all out evil cackle before coughs silenced them both abruptedly.

"Let's just not laugh and wait..."

"Agreed..."