They were coming. It had seemed like only an abridged term, but it had already been a great timespan of 14 years. A young, orange mare sighed regretfully as she gazed upon Ponyville, from atop a hill; possibly her last look at the town she had come to love. The places she had gone, the ponies she had met and had become acquainted to, the apples she had harvested. Her friends, yes, her dear friends. She would miss them the most out of all. But this was not an event that can be avoided. Her destiny was inevitable, her fate compulsory. Why was she sad to see all of this go? She knew this had been her destiny since the day she was born. She straightened her posture. "It'll be fun..don't worry yourself, Applejack.." Suddenly, she felt a gust of wind blow past her, slightly rustling her stringy mane. It was a sign of a portal opening. She heard hoovesteps crunching the dead leaves scattered on the hill, behind her. It was time to kill.

"Took y'all long enough!" Applejack barked at someone. The large, dark blue pony behind her twisted his crooked look and smirked. He had a coarse, reddish-brown mane. His rough, patchy fur glistened with sparkles, and was drizzling with warm, sticky blood.

"The portal worked well, I see. I have transformed quite perfectly."

"Got bored of sucking human blood, eh, Cullen? Well, this'll be a new experience for y'all!"

"Can't wait to have some fun! But, my dear, Applejack, don't you have any friends around here?"

The orange pony glanced down, carefully avoiding his eyes. Instinctively, and shyly she began to shift her hooves in a circular pattern, obviously uncomfortable about being put on the spot.

"I... ah guess." Applejack stood up straight and shoved a hoof firmly into the grassy hill. "But none o' that matters now! I know what ah must do." As the sun went down, the other portals slowly started to open up. She glanced around and saw all the bizarre ponies from the other dimensions. One had large, circular black ears, and a red outfit with yellow boots. Another was a cream-colored pony with a side braid, her cutie mark, a bow and arrow. A pony with a thick mane, whose cutie mark was a microphone, jumped out of the same portal and began to dance.

"Baby, baby, baby, OOOH! Yeah! You homies ready to get this party started? I'm Justin Beiber, and I'm ready to rock this...this... Ponytown, bro!" shouted the newcomer, flipping his mane.

"It's Ponyville." Applejack sighed, obviously irritated. These were not the specially trained experts she had hoped for. Seriously?There was also a pony with a brown pelt, and a loud, strong voice. His cutie mark was strange; a dove, the symbol for peace.

"Hello, citizens of Ponyville. You may have heard of me before. I am Obama. Vote for me, alright?" He gently walked on the earth with firm hooves and handed out stickers and large pamphlets. He was just about to give a speech when the portal door slid open once again. A young, bubbly, periwinkle pony with a blonde mane stumbled out and smiled kindly at the gathering ponies.

"Derpy Hooves! Not now..." Applejack shook her head. She had begun to become very frustrated with all of these irritating interruptions.

"Hey, guys!" the periwinkle mare snorted. "I heard that there was a party here tonight, and, well, I wanted to join in! Whoop! I love parties! Heh, heh."

"Derpy, this..this.. isn't a party. You can... sit in that corner on that stool by the tree. Just don't interrupt us. Okay?"

"Sure!" Derpy giggled.

"And don't tell anyoneabout this!" Applejack demanded, her voice harsh and low. She glared at the mare sitting on her stool a few feet away.

"Too late, haha!" Derpy started laughing and fell off her stool, her legs dangling. Foam spewed from all over her mouth. "I've already invited everyone!"

"You've WHAT!" Suddenly, the gang of killers and Derpy heard a faint roaring sound in the distance. "Stampede!" Ponies rushed out through the windows of their homes, and even broke holes through their walls. Pinkie Pie jumped in out of nowhere, and tossed confetti around happily.

"IT'S A PARTY! I JUST LOVE PARTIES! YOU KNOW I CAN'T WAIT TO GET THIS PARTY STARTED! EEEE!" Pinkie squealed in delight.

A light gray-pelted pony, Rarity, who flaunted a delicate, graceful purple mane, stepped carefully outside of the portal. She wrinkled her snout and waved a gentle hoof in the air.

"THE STENCH! It smells like..like..I cannot even beginto describe it! How can anypony live under horrid conditions such as these?"

"ENOUGH!" The sparkly, and quite handsome Edward quickly rushed to the uptight Rarity. He gnawed at her screaming head, and began sucking on the blood gushing out. Rarity was now shrieking in agony, as she got her last glimpse of all her friends and family. At least she died fashionably, wearing her new dress she had just designed. It did not matter that it was now stained with her bodily fluids, as her limbs tore open, her organs bursting from the seams of her cut skin. Edward tilted his head up in pleasure, smelling the blood. Oh, the delicious blood! It had tempted him, and he began to crave more.

"AAAH!" The other ponies saw this horrendous act of violence, and they started to bolt away, screaming. Mothers rounded up their children, friends said their last words. The killers followed their victims hungrily in pursuit.