#return au

[midnightfire1222]

Here she is; Dahlia Gleam, Derpy's mother/Dinky's grandma from my Return AU. She is a widow, having lost her husband when Derpy was younger, so Dinky has never met her grandpa. Might make him eventually too though. Anyway, pretty kirin! I love how she came out!

[luizastarry]

CW: Eyestrain

the return

[ginger-futch]

Return AU, Chapter 1, part 1 (warning for blood):

The lights were on.

Plaster littered the floor in dusty chunks, ceiling panels fallen from their places to expose wiring and pipes, the very front doors having to be picked open. It was abandoned, clearly so, for a whole decade, and yet the lights were still on.

She put a hand on her holster, and scanned every square inch of unlocked space in the front area.

Past the turnstiles, she found nothing but a locked shutter, a big blue light in the shape of a hand being the only indication of a locking mechanism.

The little store was empty, boxes emptied and shelves tipped over. A lone dismantled Boogie Bot sat on the counter in a splatter of reddish brown goo. The train circling the rail overhead was still running; at the back of her mind, she admired how the company's product was still functional years down the line, but at the moment it was just uncanny.

But, nobody was there, so she let her shoulders fall with just a little hesitation. Ransacked by edgelords as it was, it didn't look inhabited at all.

Sam went to check the door opposite of it, only to find it locked behind a colorful keypad.

CMYK? No.

Huggy colors? No.

... Train colors?

A chime sounded, and the doors slid open. She smiled to herself, a pinch smug. She wondered how many guests put the pieces together and just wandered into the employee area unsupervised. Did they have to repaint the train every time they changed the code?

For the most part, it looked like a regular security room; monitors lined the one wall, and chairs and desks filled much of the rest of the space. The recess in the wall with the ropes and pipes in it, and the TV with the VCR on the cart, were all interesting, but first, she made sure to check the desks.

This search yielded very little. A lot of old, dried out stationary, as well as hand-written reports of minor incidents and a drawer full of crumpled up employee complaint forms. The latter were at least a little interesting; at least in its last few months, the company was basically hemorrhaging employees. Complaints about having little time to sleep between shifts, not being paid overtime despite working well beyond full time hours, intimidation from higher ups, etc. contrasted heavily with the aggressively friendly image they portrayed.

She set her duffel bag down, and took out a simple plastic folder. Nothing special, just enough to keep things organized until she'd pick them up later. This room wasn't too humid or exposed to the elements, so she felt comfortable leading the documents there for now to be collected later while she was on her way out. Low priority, though.

As soon as she finished her task, Sam took the blue tape off the one desk, checked to see if it was wound (it was, good), and slid it into the VCR.

Dreamy music filled the room, and some animal part of her brain immediately raised its hackles. A memory, foggy and intense, overtook her, and her eyes immediately swept around the room, like every shadow had a predator waiting to leap out at her. She breathed in deeply from her nose.

In, out.

In, out.

In.... out.

And in a second, it faded into a dull sense of unease.

Before she knew it, the video unloaded a short tutorial on the GrabPack. She chuckled hesitantly at the part where the yellow stickman coworker got his head taken off, and remembered all at once how many employees she had seen with one of these things strapped to their backs. How was any of this approved by OSHA?

Though, given some of the complaints in the desk, she suspected the inspectors got paid off.

Looking back at her duffel bag, and taking a good look at the ceiling, she decided against setting up her tent for now. There weren't enough holes to worry about rain, the temperature was on the warmer side this time of year, and her cargo pants and utility coat were loaded with enough emergency supplies to last her a couple days before she needed to return to the van for more. For now, she had what she needed to go further in.

Using the GrabPack felt almost second nature to her, like picking up a bike again after a long time of disuse. Which was damn weird because last time she was anywhere near this place, she was a kid, and these things were dangerous in the wrong hands.

Thoughts of child safety violations quickly left her mind when she entered the grand hall. It was huge, just as she remembered it, and at the very center a towering Huggy Wuggy statue. In the bright moonlight, she could see the fur faintly moving.

Breathing.

Memories of giant toys come to life flooded her mind, and she had to take a step out and do yet more breathing exercises to come down. It was probably just a draft from the windows.

She forcibly perked up, and jogged right back into the room. Yeah... yeah! Just a draft. Just... don't think too hard on it.

Her eyes only barely grazed the plaque before the giant toy - it wasn't anything she didn't already know how popular this giant Sour Patch Kid was, given they were still selling bootleg Wuggies at the flea market - as she investigated the rest of the room. She tried her picks on the regular doors first, to little success. At least, not without heavier machinery; Sam left her power drill at home, so she'd have to save investigating those portions of the facility for a later date. Damn.

Finally, she tried the door with the one handprint, only for it to go black and give a concerning sound at the contact, a spark traveling down the wire to the next room over, labelled "POWER."

Jingle.

She turned on her heel, and saw... nothing. No other human being in the room. She almost sighed in relief, until she spotted a glint of gold in Huggy's raised hand.

A key that wasn't there before.

Fuck. He was alive. Or haunted, either or.

Hesitantly, she aimed her GrabPack for the key and snatched it out of his hand, watching as he didn't even flinch at the contact by the dangerous tool.

She almost proceeded to the Power room, but stopped herself.

How long has he been standing in that one spot, alone?

As terrifying as it was to stand in the same room as a nearly twenty foot living statue... he wasn't doing anything yet, and it felt kinda rude not to offer up something in return for his help.

Indulging her inner superstitious child, she took a bag of jerky out from one of her pockets - the nice homemade kind from the dried snacks stand at the same market as the bootleg toys - a napkin, and a bottle of water. Noting his lack of fingers, she laid out the napkin like a makeshift plate on one of the letter blocks, poured out an ample portion of jerky onto it, and left the bottle of water opened off to the side for him to take.

Stepping out a fair distance, she gave him a deep bow, and said sincerely, "Thank you for the key."

She felt silly talking to a statue that was only maybe alive, but hey, if she was wrong, no harm done.

Satisfied with her work, she continued off to fix the door.

...

There was more of the brownish red stains in this room, this time around the remains of a Bron toy. Narrowing her eyes, she took out her blacklight, and it lit up like a Christmas tree. There was a fair chance it was some kind of biological material, but blood wasn't the only thing that lit up under UV light; it could just as easily have been some kind of dried detergent or something containing lemon juice, for all she knew. She snapped a photo with her disposable camera, and put a pin on that thought. Whatever it was, it probably did not belong in a plastic kids' toy. She figured she'd pick it up on her second sweep of the facility and see if one of her classmates in Forensics could do a swab test.

She moved on to investigating the rest of the room; it almost resembled a locker room, except they held circuit breakers instead of shoes. Off to the side, a well lit poster hanged. Sam snapped a photo of that too, chuckling at the one rule.

A fuzzy memory tickled the edge of her brain. She was small again, angry and defiant with adults who acted like they hated her because they probably did. She was a bit of a turd as a kid, so she didn't totally blame them.

She was hiding for some reason. Looking for a way out, she thought. But the only doors going forward were locked, and so, she waited to get caught. In her stubbornness, she refused to come out and go peacefully, but instead give the workers a good sweat looking for her.

A man passed by the door she hid behind, and seeing the opportunity, she jumped out with a shout. The bastard nearly leapt out of his skin, dropping the clipboard in his hand as he gasped and nearly fell. His assistant, some mousey young nerd, squeaked and tripped over her own feet.

"God-damn it, kid!" he yelled, hand on his chest, "You nearly gave me a freaking heart attack!"

She was too busy laughing at his beet red face to even notice getting hauled off by security.

Sam in the present chuckled at the warm memory. Was that Leith Pierre? She didn't know, it wasn't like she was an expert on the small army of faceless old men who bossed her around as a squirt.

The end of the room held more stains, and a strange message scratched onto the wall:

ISNT HE WONDERFUL?

She doubted that a bored, edgy film student could have made it this far. What in the hell was going on in here?

She snapped some more pictures, and went to work fixing the wiring. It took a good second to rip the door off the one conduit, and with great hesitance, she fired the blue hand at it. The wire lit up, and carefully, she maneuvered it to touch the three power nodes, the lights turning back on fully with the final connection. Retracting the hand, she sighed when she felt no current hit herself.

She stepped out, feeling a great sense of relief... until she saw the empty podium in the main hall.

[dorkwalf]

Return AU

Sonic let’s put a shaky breathe watching as the lady of the lake comes closer. “King sonic. You’ve it seem fate has returned you to us” she smile gently her voice soft as it echo throw the woods that hide the lake.

Sonic fixes his quills. “I-I guess so” he stands and bows “it’s a pleasure to see you again my lady” the lady of the lake smiled and bowed back “the pleasure is mine. You were luck enough to land in the lake tho. You have an issue with falling out the sky” she tease pulling something from the water. Sonic chuckles “yeah I do. Maybe we need to bolt me to the ground” he smirks watching her. Soon she pull excalibur out. His tail wags as its hand to his and annoys the sword awake “hey hey hey guess who’s back~” excalibur wakes slightly angry and annoyed. He’s woken up “what. What- my king! You’ve returned!!” Sonic smirk’s more joy fills his eyes glad there happy to see him “ya miss me?”

A several hours of talking the lady of the lake speak up “come. Let us surprise the others. They are all together in Camelot. An alliance meeting I believe. They will be happy to see you.” Sonic’s tail wags “yes! I can’t wait!”

The lady of the lake gracefully walked out and to Sonic’s side. “Then let’s be off” she said as she took the lead, excalibur in Sonic’s hands as he followed. “Soooo~ what’s changed since I’ve last visited?” Sonic tilts his head, his ears flop to one side. “Many things my king, most of the other kingdoms are married to start” the lady of the lady smiled her jaded eyes focused forward. “Married? Whom? How dare they not invite me!” Sonic smirks as the lady of the lake giggles at his joke. “Let me see~ well, king mephilous married Galahad. After you freed him and his kingdom from stone he is forever in your debt, tho he wasn’t pleased to work with Lancelot after you left. But he visited a lot. Galahad showed him around and they started talking move and next thing you know they were married.” Sonic’s mouth fall open “Galahad and mephilous? You’re kidding.” The lady of the lake giggles again. “Nope” Sonic looks at her in shock “oh chaos. What about king scourge?” The lady of the lake smiled “married the rogue fleetway, fleetway wouldn’t leave the poor king along. Not even I know how they got together” Sonic snickered “now that. I can believe” the lady of the lake playfully roles her eyes “oh of course that’s believe able, let’s see miles became the first ‘mechanic’ as you call it. And has invented so many thing to help with the kingdom. Lancelot has also take to the throne like you asked. A bit of a rock start but he got the hang of it.” Sonic grins “that amazing!!” “Indeed it is my king” “ain’t lance the king now? You can drop it.” “No. You’re the king. Lancelot is your replacement for when you’re gone.” “I still feel like he’d make a better king than me.” “King sonic do have faith in yourself, the kingdom loves you, if anything everyone here, including Lancelot, you’d be more than happy to have you sit on the throne again” Sonic sighs “I suppose…” “don’t be so down my king.” Sonic smirks “can you at least just call me Sonic” the lady of the lake smirks back “and Miss the opportunity to drive you mad? No. I don’t think I will” Sonic groans playfully “your evil” the lady of the lake giggles “come my king, we’re almost there.”

Sonic follows, only to come over a hill and look out and see the one place he’s missed so dearly….

….. Camelot 

[alexoreality]

Quick question for a new story I'm making-

DOES ANYONE WANT A REINCARNATION AU WHERE ROGER IS A HOUSE HUSBAND AND ROUGE IS GIRLBOSS/WORKING WIFE?? BIO TWINS! ACE AND SABO?? ANYONE??

And a side of Luffy having white hair and golden tips, being raised by Dragon in japan cuz why not?

[midnightfire1222]

Return AU version of Princess Celestia. I wanted to show off what she looked like with and without wings, since a fair amount of stuff was covered by the open wings. She ended up being very pretty!

[midnightfire1222]

From my and my husband's Return AU. Dragon Doc's last face and Dinky's father. He's been forgotten by all in the universe, including himself. He is a Time Pony, of the planet Gallopfrey. His horn doesn't actually work. When a Time Pony regenerates, their environment has a huge effect on what they might look like, as well as other factors such as who they're with, what they're feeling, and even events that might be going on around them at the time of regeneration. They will always retain their cutie mark (known as a 'time mark' on Gallopfrey, as it's usually some sort of time piece or something related to time) they earned no matter what their appearance looks like. They always have an equine shape, but may take on other attributes such as horns, wings, etc. These parts will never function as well as those of the species they normally belong to, or they might not work at all, such as a magical horn being inert.