Title: Reactions to A True, True Friend

Premise: MLP: FIM, assorted franchises. The power of MLP's latest song drives me insane. The Didact and Turbo try to save me. We later cut to Thunder Strike and his crew and see their reactions.

Date Posted: 02/16/13

Personal Comments: Posted this early in the morning, a few hours before the episode premiered. This expresses my reaction a few days ago when I first heard this song, and also my reaction to the season ending. I'm so worried about how Twilight's becoming of an alicorn will impact MLP fanfiction. I've wanted to write this sometime on the 12th when I first heard it, but I've been too busy with classes.

Lately, my grades have been suffering. I feel like MLP has been a major distraction. Hopefully now with the season over, it will be less of a distraction.

I still have not seen the final 3 episodes of the season. Don't know when I will. If I do, they might distract me again. Can't really find time for them these days.

There's so many ideas for chapters here I've been getting as of late, and haven't had time to post them. And then once the moment is gone, it's usually gone.

I was sitting in my room, listening to the song for the um-teenth time.

A true, true friend helps a friend in need.
A friend will be there to help you see.
A true, true friend helps a friend in need
To see the light that shines from a true, true friend.

I just could not get over the song. It was so beautiful, so well-sung, so catchy, maybe cheesey and sappy, but it was so cute, and seemed like such a perfect song to end the season with. I had not been so touched by an MLP song since... well, "Love is In Bloom".

I could feel my manliness leaving me, particularly on the final chorus! In my mind I could see all my beloved OC villains being destroyed or falling apart, their plans being ruined during this song; Thunder Strike, Asphyxia, Tirek, King Sombra, Slice-N-Dice, The Didact. Even in other franchises I adored, all evil in the world seemed to be disappearing.

Suddenly, The Didact disintegrated the door and made his way into the room. A little man in a racing suit jumped up behind him.

"We'll save you, Andrew!" Turbo cried.

"We'll show you to love darkness and evil and manly things once again!" The Didact added.

"GAH! My ears are melting!" Turbo cried as he covered his ears. "Come on, Didact! Do your stuff!"

"I will do it!" The Didact lifted his hand and clamped it down on my head.

My mind was instantly flooded with images of all my favorite villains. The Didact was hovering inside his base on Requiem, the Master Chief locked in a strong force choke. I saw Turbo in his Cybug form tearing apart all sorts of worlds in several video games. I could see Captain Chantel DuBois shooting the ponies with her dart gun, and saying how she was going to mount their heads on her wall. Charles Muntz shooting them and having his dogs rip them to shreds. I could see battles from Dead Space and Team Fortress 2.

At last, The Didact pulled his hand away.

It worked somewhat, but not entirely. The music flooded my ears again.

"We need help!" Turbo shouted. He grabbed Andrew's phone. "I'll call Charles Muntz and Chantel DuBois!"

DuBois was the first to answer the phone.

"Why don't you boys turn off the song?" She suggested.

Turbo paused before replying. "Actually, that's not a bad idea."

He flipped down my lap top. Still it did not help. I continued to hum the song, for it was stuck in my head.

"Gah!" Turbo shouted in frustration.

They called Muntz, who suggested getting a new catchy song stuck in Andrew's head.

"I will search Andrew's ipod for such a song that could meet these demands," The Didact said.

"Good idea!" Turbo replied. He turned back to me in my de-sensitized state. "In the meantime, Andrew, I want you to try to think about what Thunder Strike is up to!"

In a dark room with a round conference table, Thunder Strike sat at the head, projecting a screen onto the middle with his magic, showing Twilight and her friends singing and bringing Ponyville back together. He was surrounded by the five stallions of his crew; Ink Blot, Metal Jacket, Fire Bolt, Bullet Nose, and Artillery.

The anger in Thunder's eyes could burn into the table as he watched the purple alicorn.

"This song sickens me!" He hissed.

"Oh nos!" Fire Bolt whined sarcastically. "The friendship levels are over 9000!"

Thunder and the others just glared at him, all unamused. Thunder's horn then glowed again, canceling out the projection, as he shot a lighting bolt at Fire, sending the alicorn out of his seat and crashed into the wall. His grilled body slid from the wall and fell flat on the floor, smelling of bacon.

"I was just making a joke," Fire groaned.

Thunder sighed and leaned back in his seat, rubbing his forehead. "I can't believe it's come to this," he said. "It's finally happening; Twilight is becoming an alicorn princess."

"We always knew she'd be a princess, didn't we?" Blot asked.

"Yeah, but not an ALICORN!" Thunder replied. "Before this, it was Andrew's head canon that to be an alicorn, you had to be born as one. You couldn't start off as a unicorn then magically grow wings or anything."

"Yeah, like me and Fire," Jacket nodded.

"Exactly," Thunder said acknowledging him.

"So how does this affect our plans?" Bullet Nose asked.

"Well, we'll just have to add Twilight to the hit-list I guess," Thunder replied.

"You mean we'll make an attempt on her along with Celestia in our actual story?" Blot asked.

"No. We'll keep going in the story as we were before. Same plan. Same plot. Nothing has changed as far as our actual story. It's just so disappointing that this happened before we could finish. Andrew won't seem that creative now when we get there, now will he?"

"Well, at least he has time before the entire series ends, right?" Blot said.

"True," Jacket nodded.

(Then comes a dialogue where Fire Bolt questions the logic behind then starts to question the logic behind Thunder's plan.)

"Shut up!" Bullet Nose snapped. "We're having a bad guy moment! We need to look threatening."

"On this show? That's not possible," Fire retorted.