Hello again. I am re-uploading this old thing now after over a year of being pulled off. I didn't want there to be spoilers out there while the main fic that inspired it is still being written. All the events that would have been given away in this have already passed, but because the plot changed considerably since I wrote this it became halfway out of sync with the rest of the story. In the main fic Mandy isn't taking over solely for her own self-interest while in this she is. Also the whole crazed genocidal America, world falling into madness thing was written after this, in here it's just another democracy. Also Mandy is shown to be quite prejudiced in her thinking here, hating everyone else even if they don't deserve it, which explains why she thinks some of the things she does.
On top of that I'm not too fond of some of my early work, plus it's a weird song to make a songfic around. Seeing as Mandy of the Night is reaching the end of its run I figured it was time to put it back up again after some little tweaks here and there instead of just deleting it, so while there's not as much continuity, I still hope you enjoy this little blast from the past. That's it from me. Hope you enjoy!
I came up with this idea while I was going for a walk, thinking about what next to write in my main fanfic Mandy of the Night. This is something of a prequel, showing how Mandy originally takes over the world, before she became all depressed.
There are spoilers for Mandy of the Night in here. Still feel free to read away. Just try to forget everything you read here if you ever read the actual main... event... thing, that's yet to come.
Please review; I need constructive criticism.
The Grim adventures of Billy and Mandy is by Maxwell Atoms, and Black Earth is by Arch Enemy.
Coming of the Night.
Time.
At last, at the age of sixteen, I stand almost complete. Every part of my great plan has gone perfectly, with nigh a flaw to be seen anywhere. At last my body has become immortal, able to stand the wind and rain of a thousand wars over a thousand years. And at last my mechanical army stands below me, a billion strong force of killing machines, all ready to destroy for me.
At last my time has come.
I stand here now in the underworld, overlooking the millions upon millions of merciless machines constructed on my will, for my will. My blood red scythe in hand, eager to destroy the world above. To my left stands my servant the Grim Reaper, long since devoid of any practical use, with my collaborator Mandark watching proudly over his life's work beside him. My worthless friend Billy stands to my right. While Grim watches on, as grim as his name suggests, Billy looks down on the army in awe.
Billy is useless. Though he has grown up to be a handsome, switched-on young man, loyal to me down to his soul, affectionate and caring, he is devoid of any practical use that can contribute to the coming of my new order. I have long since become too attached to him and his softness, he has sapped my strength. But I will change that when the time comes. He will soon be history.
As I look down on the army with my cold stare, I foresee what I am about to do. First it is my home city and land that will fall to my iron rule, conquered in a surge of destruction and chaos. It will be followed one by one, in an ever increasing sphere, by all the nations and peoples of the Earth. When it is over I will be Empress of the Night Empire. My name is Mandy of the Night, and soon I will be the one respected and feared by billions of people. Raising my scythe I cast a portal to the upper world, coming out just outside the city of Endsville.
Levelling my scythe at the city of corruption and weakness, I charge all its energy into a ball of demonic red power. I fire.
The explosion levels half the city, while the devastated remains of the suburbs become overshadowed with the mushroom cloud. Within minutes my army is marching in towards the devastated streets, eradicating and imprisoning all in sight in a show of force that will make the world shake with fear. Young and old they fall to the weapons of my mechanical soldiers, and the cold red blade of my own scythe. I look out over the ruins at my work, a cold, hard stare that will define my rule, as Endsville falls to me.
This is just the beginning. Soon these billowing clouds of smoke will be joined by many more across the world.