Hi, I wrote this way before a Fruit-loop in Equestria as a trail run. Eventually i kept adding on to it till it became its own thing. While maybe not as good or well edited as Fruit loop, I still felt that i would like to share the ideas that i came up with as so many of them came to life in this story. However this Story is Much darker then my Fruit one as this one has sequences of torture and death. So if you are offended or squeamish about that please leave now. I do not own any MLP caterers or those of Danny phantom, they are owned by their respective companies.

Vlad's Repenting.

The ghost zone does not change as much as the human world. It dose expand as human culture dose but if a place is one way, it will not change easily if ever. So, while the prisoners in walker's prison stay mostly the same the actual prison does not change. So, it has been for centuries that Vlad has had to stare up at the same bleak walls the same green sky, and feel the same pains of angry prisoners every day for centuries.

The first century he had plotted planed and tried everything to escape. Most were successful but the sheer amount of people that would look for him made Shure he was only gone a few days. It was long enough to be a nuisance to amity park but only just. His power had grown as well and with each new level he grew thanks that blasted accident he was moved farther and farther into the prison. Eventually to a part were only the most powerful of ghost could be kept.

In the beginning, he could open windows to the living world as to spy on his enemies, and when that got boring, just to watch humanity. Some instance was bad but most were good or funny. Especially when they elected an orange baboon to the presidency. Even trump would have been better.

Eventually the window became a small comfort that he tucks in on the coldest nights. To watch humanity's rise and falls was both a gratifying and humbling experience. On one hand, he could see the rise of technologies and the sheer humanity, mercy and pleasure that people could enjoy. How they invented and created great works of art and reached out into the galaxy. On the other hand all this happened without him.

But still he watched and on some of his many jaunts out of prison, he would interfere in the more disreputable places he saw. He was apparently getting a rep as the crime ghost. A ghost that haunted criminals. He watched as the Fenton's all grew and died. His heart was most broken the day Maddie died. She was his ghostly obsession and now she was gone. Jack gone, all he knew was gone.

Even his greatest and proudest creation, Daniel Masters. The sweet little ghost girl he cloned and had to admit, had a soft spot for was now gone. At least she got to use his fortune for her own, since he was technically presumed dead and with few friends or family, He had left her more than anyone expected.

On a rather lonely night after one to many beatings form a rather feature predator ghost. He admitted to himself that maybe he had cared for her, that he should have been better than his own parents. But no, it was too late and he hated himself now for that.

Eventually thought as he got closer and closer to the center his escapes became harder and his windows smaller. He could not manage an escape anymore and his windows could now only be done once every year. He used it well and to relieve himself of pain and boredom. He supposed that he had turned into quite the voyeur.

Eventually they put him what is known as the Iron Maiden. A ghastly and terrible cell that was exactly like you think it was. A small iron man shaped cadge that restricted all movement. He spent a century their reminiscing and trying to cure his boredom. He would hate the guards but unfortunately his capacity for hate had diminished a few centuries back. His mind while whole was now apathetic and quite frankly he just slept through much of that century.

But one day he was released from the iron maiden and sent to a more normal room. Just a bed and a desk with a few amenities. A Firm White and Green Ghost came up to the desk and put a file down onto it. Before turning to me. I knew who this was of course. Even in the iron maiden nothing really escapes my notice. Turns our Walker met some rather gruesome fate into my second century here and now Warden Green Ranger was in charge.

"Prisoner 545630, It seems that your release is quickly approaching. Now I am loth to release such a dastardly and powerful being such as yourself, with your current power I dare say you would not be very good out there. So, ill cut cheese. We follow the rules so should let you go. But that doesn't mean we can't give you an offer." His voice was rather like walkers and stance much the same but it looks like this one at least knew how to use a loophole. I raised one of my delicate eyebrows and just continued to make him uncomfortable with my stair. I knew how powerful I was now, apparently opening windows to the human world was a great way to train when you have a constant source trying to suppress exactly that. I found out truly how powerful I was when I bitch slapped pariah dark across the ghost zone. Who knew that I could get so strong in a prison?

I would always return to my cell thought. Till they all once again forgot I was strong. So, I could see what they would be hesitant in letting me go. But the rules were rules.

"There is another option thought. It is only reserved for the mad usually but I think you might like it. It's a combination portal and game. From what I understand it will lead you into a game of sorts that will determine a new world where you can go to. If you're in a new dimension, then you are not my problem."

As you can tell I agreed wholeheartedly to this. It would be a new adventure and I really needed one.

So, the next day, the day of my release, I was brought out to a pair of large ornate and intimidating double doors. Swirls or red purple and black swirled around the door as it pulsed with an inane fire. You would have to be mad to walk into their, So I ran.
I wore my suit of black and white and shaved my beard. I shined my shoe's and polished by gloves and with an intimidating glare ran right into the pitch-black opening of the doors with a smile.

… .. … ..

Global Autonomous Dimension.

Vlad walked and walked till he immerged into a well lite stone room. Doors lead everywhere and paintings adorned the windows. Some were of normal things like beaches and the sun while others were of violence and death. Some made no sense at all, like a helicopter firing ice cream. I hate to admit it but there was also one that was a picture of me, as king, sitting on a thrown with people cheering up at me.

I looked away from that one, since it was to painful to even imagine.

"I see we have a new guest." A black robed being stood in the middle of the room with a great staff made of bone and wood. Vlad don't know how you would combine the two like that but the result was currently pointing at him.

"I am the sphinx. Master of the Global Autonomous Dimension otherwise known as GAD. If you are hear then you seek a change in your life and your meet the power requirment, come tell me your story and I will then tell you my purpose." And so, I did, I regaled him with my exploits and stunned him with my choices, I made a show of my life, My shame. From how he rocked about I was guessing he was quite entertained. His hood prevented Vlad from seeing under the clothing but Vlad got the impression that he was exited.

Turns out he was a rather cool dude. In exchange for basically being eternal he must manage the GAD and send people on their way. But he asked to hear everyone's story first. Mostly out of boredom.

"Well to the tests then. You will have three tests to determine what world you may enter. First Question, What do you regret the most in life?" He lifted one bony finger.

"Being an Evil sociopath for so long, not that I disliked being one but that it consumed me." I thought hard about that and that truly was my one greatest regret, alongside not helping Daniel more. "Or perhaps not helping my daughter as much as I could have."

"Good, next hold this glowing orb in your hand for me and push energy into it." I did so and the thing nearly cracked on me, "Not so much I still need that thing." SO, I poured in less and saw it swirl with bright colors of pink and yellow, and even some orange.

"Good, now how would you spend the rest of your life." I gave him back the ball and he threw it into a whole in the wall that then spewed lines along the floor to the doors.

"In peace, I picture a time where I can just sit back, relax and be at peace, with occasional company and perhaps a business to run. I'm not opposed to some hardship that can perhaps restore my mind." Even I'll admit I'm crazy at times. After all I did walk into what was known as the gates of hell in the ghost zone. That's like a hell in a hell.

"Good, well from what you have said and the orbs results I got several worlds in mind, you will just pick a door and ill send you in. No telling what's on either side. I will warn you thought. I got to make a fate for you that will start off pretty dame tragic so you can get a peaceful life on later. Karma and all that. I Can't guaranty total peace but most days should be. Just be prepared for anything. So pike a door and let the chips fall where they may." Behind him several doors began to glow and then present themselves to Vlad. They all were different, some stone others furry, but I was partial to the ornate wooden one.

As soon as I touched the door a bright light enveloped me and then for the first time in over a century I lost consciousness.

.. … … …

Grand trot

Being a baby is never a good experience, being a tiny pony baby was even worse. Being unable to control your actions and dependent on others is just entirely counter to my very being.

As far as I can tell I was a healthy baby unicorn(Shudders). My manly pride practically exploded when I found that out. But I was content anyway (after a quick freak out). My parents were a pair of earth ponies that had some unicorn ancestry. We lived in a heavy earth pony led town with only a few extra pegasi to take care of any weather. That part made my head spin for a while.

I was a light white colt with a black main that had streaks of green running along the sides like a zebra. My hooves were a black contrast to my body and thanks to some care they gleamed in the light. My horn was a great black tower sticking out of my head, but it would look big to me since it was on my head after all.

My mother was called Granite Heart and she was a mason in the quarries. She loved what she did and smiled quite often. My father (Bores Cup) was the owner of a bar called the Stooped Mare. He was also as sickeningly sweet and positive as my mother if a lot more perverse. While they worked, they tended to leave me with my grandmother Iron Hooves. A meaner mare you would not meet but a sweeter heart you could not find.

She apparently found her calling as a champion hooves fighter before retiring. How that happened is for another time. The tattoo thing is a bit much thought and irks me at times. It was basically all the other children ever talked about and strived for. As if some mark on your hindquarters was supposed to be all you should ever want or need in life. Silver scoffed at the notion. Even the teachers seemed to solely want everyone to get that blasted mark so that they could ship them off to their respective talents and apprentices. I'm sure if you asked them they would give you some seemingly wise and deep explanation on why they were important but Silver was at heart an American, and the number one thing about a American is that they did what they wanted. Flank Tattoo or no.

He was also particularly opposed to them since they limited a person's skill set far too much. Once you got that mark you were encouraged to only focus on that talent and never really expand into anything else. For example there was this one Foul by the name of James Pen, great mind and could solve most math problems as easily as Silver. But then he got his mark in Candy making and suddenly he never even tried to get better in math. Only concentrating on the correct ratio of sugar to coloring. A shame if Silver ever saw it.

Silver pondered that he really should get a hoppy, bitching to a wall about the way the world worked was not healthy. Even by his standards. So he threw a pillow at a wall and cured that the school system was so lax with homework. Ok now he knew he needed to get out. Picking himself off his bed he ran down the stairs.

"Silver Hooves, can you come here and help mommy with this pie? I could use a second pair of hooves." My mother was a great woman, just never let her near a stove, she will burn water while making a sandwich if given the change, as luck would have it she could make salad and with some help from me, other things like pie. I did love doing things with the family. With was odd since I never remembered even liking my other one, ever. They both marveled sometimes that I was so smart and capable. Even when I have not actually said anything yet.

When Vlad was reborn into Silver he lost much of the power he had accumulated during his old life. All that was left was a sturdy body. Earth pony strong to be precis. Most unicorns were rather week as they used magic for every little thing, but Silver was born with an Erath pony constitution. So when his mother passed him a jar of beans (This is a pie), instead of magicking it open he just used his hooves. Then proceeded to find Jar of preserved apples instead.

Life was good and peaceful till tragedy struck. Silver knew something would happen based on what sphinx said and it came in the form of Dimond dogs. It was not pretty. It was a dark day for the town and one they would soon not forget.

It was a Monday morning and everyone had gone to work, Silver bolted down the stairs since grandmother was taking him to the market to buy some none burnable food. "Gran Iron, can we get some tea while at the market?"

"Sure, thing my little Shiner, I don't know where you got this obsession with tea, no one in our family ever liked it. Knowing how much you like it I be it will have something to do with your cutie mark?"

"No thank you, Well I guess one in Tea would not be the worst thing in the world." He will admit that tea was always one of hi better hobbies and if he ever did get one of those blasted Marks, having one in tea would not be a bad one.

Grandma and Silver had a weekly tea party with some of the old mare's from around town. Now normally that would be boring but these were old party ponies that had no filter at all, and when they realized I not only knew all the 'bad words' but just didn't say them because I was so polite they got raunchy. Like the time, they heard that the princess had a lover in the guard and that caused a debate on what she was attracted to the most, his size or his flank?

But today was a different day, today was Market day and they had a small but bountiful market. They picked up some Carrots from Mr., Tops stand since Silver help him at times with his paintings they always get a good deal. We got bread from Miss Rye, when she got hurt one day Silver stepped up and helped her with the bakery till she got better. Mr and Mis Torrent sold them some Lettuce and other greens. He have not helped them much other the time he talked their fouls out of trying to go into a forest on their own.

At last they got to the tea stand where Mr. Leaf sold a modest but very tasty selection of teas, herbs and hibiscus. "Well if it isn't a pair of my best costumers, Little Snap What will it be today, perhaps a fine mountain mist or Perhaps a raspberry hibiscus?" He had some strange names for his teas.

"One raspberry and vanilla Hibiscus with a side of green apple." Silver gave the man his bits and held the rest of the bags for gran. Her hooves may still be sharp but her hips aren't what they used to be. A tragedy but such is life, and sometimes afterlife. Since he came around so much for tea Mr, Leaf offered to make Silver an apprentice tea maker. This was not commonly done for those that did not have tea marks but Silver really wanted to learn. In exchange for some time and labor he taught Silver all about how to blend and find good tea, their effects and what people could prefer if they didn't know what they liked. Silver would like to get a mastery in tea one day but he still had so much to work towards. Loads easier than taking over the world but still a full schedule. It was when we were walking away from the street that it happened.

An Explosion ripped through the air as screams could be heard from the other side of the market place. A Team of Dimond Dogs were causing panic and steeling what they could as well as trying to lasso a few ponies up from what Silver could tell. Dimond dogs had a reputation of being slavers and thieves as well as not being the brightest of spices. But highly dangerous to any pony.

Today thought they had theft on the mind as well as a side option of slavery.

But Silver would not have any of it. While no one could see, Red filled Silvers eye's as smoke bellowed out of his mouth. This is my home, my Place, MY people. And no one takes what is mine.

As the one dog that was still trying to drag some young filly's away by a rope came into view Silver ran at him and bit down into his hand using all the force his pony teeth could muster. The hand gave a satisfying crunch under his teeth, blood poured into his mouth as he tasted the blood. He may be a pony now but the predator heart in him will always find blood satisfying.

He let go just as the Blue dog was about to hit Silver with his hand and began to run under him kicking out his legs. He fell like a sack of potatoes as his companions came at Silver but they were too far away as he punched by hooves into the dog's eye with a sick and powerful 'SHUIS'. The dog let loose a haul of pain that even left some ponies feel sympathy. Silver was about to finish the job when a dog slammed him with his hammer causing him to crash into Mr Tops stand. The Stallion had fled long ago but his carrots remained, jabbing painfully into Silvers side.

He got up on weary legs as his breathing became much more labored. His head ached and blood poured out of his head and onto his horn. Mind was blurry but He had the strength for maybe one more charge.

"This, mutt has fight in him, He make good Cart Pony, we take to Caves." Before He knew what was going on a lasso had choked him and another hit to his head ensured that he would not resist. He blacked out and could do nothing as they took Him and bags of food away. The only consolidation he could make was that he had in fact killed the dog from before so no one could waste time trying to recapture the filly's. 'Mine'

The Ponies form the Mine's had heard the explosion so they would be rushing in as fast as their feet could carry them. Dreading the worst as the mines were some distance from town and no protections to speak of.

But by the time they got there the Dimond dogs already retreated underground and ran off to some far-off tunnels spanning hundreds of miles away.

The towns people rejoiced as the dogs retreated. They all met together by the square to try and find all their loved ones. As each new couple found their filly or colt the mood got lighter and lighter to were some were whooping around in joy as mothers and fathers hugged their sons and daughters. Some would have sung but food still had been taken and measures would need to be taken to survive winter.
But one couple was still frantically looking for their missing son. They searched high and low getting more and more frantic as each second passed. Tears beginning to wet their eyes.

As they turned a corner they saw Gran Hooves lying on the floor with a towel wrapped around her head as a doctor looked at her led. "Mom," yelled Granit as they ran to her in such a hurry that dust trailed them.

They got to her side and asked "Where is Silver? Are you alright?" Gran shook her head to get rid of the cobwebs and tell them the bad news when an uproar came from the back of the large group of ponies.

Guards were trying to make some semblance of order while the captain of the guards shot sparks into the air to get everyone's attention. "Order, everyone hurt please make it to the medical tents on the left and if you are not please assist with helping those that are." Guards then began to swarm down to get a statement from everyone. A general hub bub happened that caused many to get shuffled about into tents.
Gran was taken quickly before anything could be said and taken to the tents where she was promptly given a sedative by an overeager nurse. She would be fine but not in time to warn anyone that Silver was gone.

"Officer report do we have any missing, injured or dead?" The captain was a gray stallion with an orange main. A green Pegasus came to report.

"Sir, we have one dead dog, no dead ponies a few injured but should be expected to make a full recovery."

"Anything else to report?"

"We are still taking segments but so far it looks only like a food raid." Since the ponies that were being kidnapped were still shaking in fear they were unable to tell anyone Silver was captured. By the time anyone realized that one colt was missing a rescue operation would be impossible.