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Sonic's Story: Forming the Fighters (Pt.1)Synopsis of Story:
It had been about a year now since the pair of heroes moved to Mobotropolis, and times were incredibly great. Tails had finished his greatest creation to date, the Tornado, a blue and yellow airplane that could transform into a sleek, powerful fighter jet when needed. This made citywide patrol a lot easier and it allowed Sonic to address the public while keeping a safe distance from the crazier fans. He always saw Amy around when flying, always said hello when he could, but his popularity often kept them from truly hanging out at all since there would always be at least four crazy fans ready to throw themselves at him. The popularity was nice, but it could be way too much sometimes.
One night during a last patrol around the city, Sonic and Tails noticed a group of dots collecting at the tower of Coolette Corp, a large multi-million dollar technology provider and conglomerate. They sped towards them and realized that the specks were actually robots: red, white, and bl
Sonic's Story: Rose and TailsSynopsis of Story:
Soren thought the professor had perished in the fires. Not even the fact that his body was not found in the rubble gave him any bit of hope. For a while Soren was depressed, not knowing what to do. One day he returned to the site of the explosion, and discovered something covered in ash and soil. He dug out three of his and the doc's inventions: a pair of red and white frictionless sneakers with magnetic soles, a pair of white and gray fingerless gloves that had power grip functions to avoid slipping off surfaces, and a lone Power Ring, a golden bracelet-like device that connected with Chaos Energy, utilizing it to enhance one's ability, in Soren's case, speed. Seeing these bits of the past sparked something within the blue hedgehog. He figured that these inventions were made with a purpose, for someone to utilize and show the world. He grabbed all three and an old backpack lying in the debris, slipped the two pairs on, placed the ring in the bag, and sped off.
Against the Darkest Night: Ch. 3
With powerful bass emulating from the hall, you would think this was some impulsive, underground rave rather than a celebration dedicated to the everyday rising of the sun. Maybe forty five minutes before, you would have, with a beautifully composed melody filling every sound-empty space in the chamber. But now, the sweet hum of string instruments and soft vocals of nature's creatures were replaced with adrenaline-triggering synth and echoing beats that practically forced ponies to bang their heads. The pure white lights that once illuminated the space around every instrumental performer was now replaced with a plethora of beaming multicolored strobes. In these flashing lights was an ocean of colts, fillies, mares, and stallions, all dancing and pirouetting to the rhythmic beat that fired out of the surrounding speakers.
While the sea of partygoers rippled and swayed on the dance floor, high above them, seated in the Performer's Tower, hooves operating a
Sonic's Story: Robotnik's OriginSynopsis of Storyline:
The origin of Dr. Ivo Robotnik is as follows: he was once the esteemed professor Julian Ovi Kintobor, a masterful scientist in the field of robotics and engineering. One day he came across a hurt brown hedgehog lurking in his laboratory for shelter and took him in after the hedgehog took an interest in his inventions. He was named Soren. He became a sort of apprentice, helping him invent many different pieces of equipment with his imaginative ideas, such as: heat and wear resistant sneakers, power grip gloves, and inhibitor rings, golden halo-like bracelets that can amplify one's abilities to incredible levels. The two came across a glowing blue gem buried in the soil near the lab, and discovered that it had incredible amounts of energy. They tracked it back to the legend of the Chaos Emeralds, seven powerful jewels that, when gathered, will grant a miracle to the gatherer of their choosing.
Rather than focus on the wish-granting part, the two began to test the e
Against the Darkest Night: Ch.2
Insight All Around
Twilight's room echoed with the taps of hammer as she used one to mash the nails into the wall. Purple and white aura glowed around the tool, some nails, and the shelf she had just bought. Spike was under the table, retrieving the books he had stashed beneath. Clumsily he tried to collect them all in one stack and walk them over to Twilight, only to have them topple over right in front of her. The unicorn rolled her eyes in slight annoyance as she used one of her hooves to stack up the books into an orderly fashion. Simultaneously, the last nail was hammered into the wall, and the shelf seemed to fly over on its own, setting itself on top of the peg's bulkheads. Twilight then turned her magic to the books, carrying each one up to the space on the shelf and placing it in her own little specific order. Soon enough the eight volumes were packed snug together between two wooden holds.
"Perfect. Everything's picture perfect now." Twilight reveled, gazing upon
Against the Darkest Night: Ch.1
MLP: Against the Darkest Night
Evil is the brother of good, the counteracting weight on the scale that balances out existence. Without light there is no darkness, without black there is no white. In Equestria, that balance has been tipped over to one side for many millennia, with evil making itself known in diminutive amounts, trying and bring the scale back to balance bit by bit. But mere whimsical chaos, like cotton candy clouds and chocolate rain pouring from the sky, or replacing the sun's brilliant glow with the moon's dimmer light, is not enough to match the amount of virtue and good that flows within Equestria. With the amount of virtuousness that this world has, with all of its carefree creatures and radiating positivity, somewhere deep in the cold darkness of the world, an evil of rivaling power has formed. Chaos and Envy, two powerful advocates of evil were easily defeated by harmony and unity. Now, the question is, how will they fare against one of th
Against the Darkest Night: Prologue
Evil is the brother of good, the counteracting weight on the scale that balances out existence. Without light there is no darkness, without black there is no white. In Equestria, that balance has been tipped over to one side for many millennia, with evil making itself known in diminutive bouts, trying and bring the scale back to balance bit by bit. But mere whimsical chaos, like cotton candy clouds and chocolate rain pouring from the sky, or replacing the sun's brilliant glow with the moon's dimmer light, is not enough to match the amount of virtue and good that flows within Equestria. With the amount of virtuousness that this world has, with all of its carefree creatures and radiating positivity, somewhere deep in the cold darkness of the world, an evil of rivaling powering has formed. Chaos and Envy, two powerful advocates of evil were easily defeated by harmony and unity. Now, the question is, how will they fare against one of the most powerful, most infectious evils of al
6SeaCat9 Contest "Leave Her Alone""What was that you said about old Garin? That no matter what I did to him he would always come back, every single time?" A prominent slap followed behind the taunt. Hannah fell to the ground in stinging pain, clutching her face with both hands. A tear of sheer hurt slipped out of her eye as her cheek burned. That was the only one that had escaped her eye. No tears were shed for the constantly proclaimed death of her lover, Garin, because she was sure he wasn't. This beating would only be temporary, until Garin swooped in and gave her attackers double the pain.
Her assailants were the expected bunch, Scarblade and his crew of ruffians. The captain closed his fist to crack the bones in his hand, preparing it for a nice long period of use. Hannah tried to stand up, but a tight grip on her hair made the move for her, ripping her off the ground and onto a weak stand. Grunting loudly, she opened her eyes, and the sadistic captain's face filled her view, scar and all.
"That smug look you
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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