Hello there everybody YingoShabuki here with another story for you all! This time it's a crossover of Dead Rising and My Little Pony! So yeah! Enjoy the prologues that I'm posting up, and more updates will soon follow!
"Spike don't you think you've had enough yet?" Pony Joe, the manager of the local diner aptly named "Pony Joe's Diner," worriedly asked his customer as he surveyed the mess before him. Mugs, once housing a delicious brew of hot chocolate, now lay in piles on the floor, strewn about the table, and evidence of donuts with extra sprinkles lay randomly splayed across the diner. "This," Joe inwardly sighed, "is definitely going too far." Taking a deep breath, he prepared to confront his best, although currently messiest customer, Spike the dragon. Spike had always been a regular of Joe's, and as such any rowdy behavior from him was usually tolerated more so than other customers. However, Joe had had enough this night, he couldn't stand to see his loyal customer and friend in such a sorry state as he was.
"Enough? What the hay are you talking about Joe?" Spike spat harshly. Joe simply shook his head at the dragon in front of him, who would have looked nice considering he was wearing a suit that one would wear on the job, namely, a reporting job. However, tonight Spike may as well have been some random bum off the street. His suit littered with donut and hot chocolate stains and his eyes carrying a dull look. "I'll hic tell you when I...I's" Spike slurred as if inebriated.
"Cut the act Spike, I don't even serve any alcohol here, and if I did you're still a minor anyways." Joe replied unfazed by the display.
"Oh come on man!" Spike sighed, snapping back to a sober state in an instant. "Can't you just at least let me pretend to act drunk? Just for the sake of my life?" Spike pleaded to his "bartender."
"Nope!" Joe said, "It'll be bad for business if my customers come in and see a baby-"
"I'm not a baby..." Spike grumbled to himself.
"-dragon who's drunk, admittedly pretending." Joe said, ignoring Spike's words.
"Dude can you just get me another donut, heavy on the sprinkles?" Spike asked, tired of the lecture. "Oh and another thing man-" he cut off as he drank his hot chocolate all in one gulp, "-gimme another hot chocolate."
"No Spike!" Joe replied, not budging.
"What did you say?" Spike asked, his calm demeanor slowly growing angry.
"Spike, listen man, this is bad even for you!" Pony Joe said exasperated. "I mean I've seen you come here on a bad day and take 3-4 donuts and a couple mugs of coffee, but this" he gestured to the pile of mugs and sprinkles, which now reached the bottom of the stool Spike sat on, "this is just ridiculous! Come on buddy, what's eatin' ya'?" He said, switching from frustrated to a worried tone of voice. Suddenly, the radio Joe had, which had previously been playing a news broad cast, suddenly switched to a song called "Halfway Dead." It had always been one of Spike's favorites on a rainy day, but right now Spike felt more relation to it than ever before.
"It was my job Joe," Spike solemnly said.
"Huh?" Joe said, surprised by the sudden reply.
"The reason I'm like this, I got fired..." Spike said.
"Is that it?" Joe asked, giving a sigh of relief, as he went to comfort Spike "Well there'll always be other job out there man! You'll see, I bet with your skills you'l-"
"NO MAN!" Spike cried out in frustration, startling Pony Joe. "You don't understand, I'm not sad because I was fired..." He said in a much quieter voice, leaving Joe to wonder.
"So then what happened?" Joe asked in curiosity.
"It was about a month ago," Spike said, recalling the story he was about to tell... "I had been freelancing as a photographer for the news team 'The Canterlot Express' which had been detailing the outbreak at Fillymette, and they wanted to use the pictures I had taken during my time there. Things were great, I had money, fame, fortune, everything..." Spike gave a small smile, which immediately changed to a frown. "Then...I let things get to me, I had heard rumors of people saying my shots were fake, and that they had been staged. They said 'how could a baby dragon do all of that?' Well, when somepony makes fun of my work...I take it to heart. I said things that were out of line, and that lead to my decline in reputation. People didn't even want my photos of anything after that..." Spike said, dejection filling his voice. "I lived on what was left of my finances in a ratty apartment until I couldn't even pay rent, and then, after the landlord kicked me out, I came here." Spike said sadly, as he remembered the lonely walk to Canterlot, not even having enough bits for a train ticket.
"But what about Twilight and the others? Surely they would have come to your aid in your time of need?" He said, baffled by his notion.
"That's just it!" Spike replied in frustration, "I went to their houses in Ponyville, looked everywhere, but the whole town is deserted!"
"Hm... maybe they all went up to Las Pegasus to see Rainbow Dash perform?" Joe speculated on the situation.
"Probably," Spike said agreeing, "after all, she is one of the best fliers out there, so it's only natural that she'd be in that performance, and also naturally I'd expect my friends to cheer her on from there." Spike rationalized with a sigh.
Suddenly, the song on the radio cut off and was replaced by an announcer's voice. "Breaking news!" The mare on the station said quite calmly, despite the announcement's urgency, "Another outbreak has started in Las Pegasus, coming from an unknown source in the Pegasium. More information to come as reported." The mare finished.
(Pause music 10 from Dead Rising 2: Off the Record)
"Zombies, in Las Pegasus?" Joe uttered, obviously shocked by what he has just heard.
"Oh no" Spike said to himself, remembering how all the ponies at Fillymette had become zomponies. "no no no noNO! It can't be happening again...not there, where my friends are!" He said, wishing this all to be a bad dream.
"Well Spike, what are you going to do about this?" Joe asked.
Startled, Spike replied "what do you mean?"
"Well" Joe explained, "the way I see it, not only do you have to make sure your friends are ok, but now I think you've got your next big story." He said with a grin.
"You know Joe," Spike said, an equally large grin growing on his face, "I think you've just gave my hopeless situation a good dose of much needed hope!"
"Well good luck Spike! Just don't go getting yourself killed for a story though, and make sure your friends are safe!" Joe said with a hint of hesitancy about Spike's task.
"Don't worry Joe," Spike said, putting on his shades that were remarkably similar to Rainbow Dash's, "I've covered wars you know."