It’s summer. The night is warm. The soft breeze cuddles the tree branches. The full Moon pours its white light on the land. Crickets chirping. Countless fireflies circling in the air. Everything is calm. The glowing orb reaches its zenith on the obsidian sky. Flickering stars. Elongating shadows. The clock on Town Square shows 2 AM. The quiet sound of streaming water. A fountain in the middle of the square. The regal, life size statue of Celestia observes the town restlessly. Ponyville at night…
The night is warm. Open windows. Billowing curtains. Sighs, snores echo on the deserted streets. The sounds of a sleeping world. A cobalt shadow passes through the sky. She makes no sound. The Princess of the Night. She does not notice it. She reaches the outskirts. The alicorn writes down an arch in the air and glides toward Canterlot. She still does not notice it. The trees of the Everfree hide it. The alicorn is just a small dot on the horizon now.
It comes out of the woods.
Strange, longish figure. Shiny metal. Vermillion and ivory colors. The figure idles on the top of a hill. Like a stalker observing its prey. Ponyville lies ahead. The entire town is visible from this point. Intimate, small houses. Farms. Dirt roads. Typical Equestrian countryside.
Something disturbs the peaceful quietness. Unfamiliar sounds travel with the summer breeze. Some kind of a deep muffled murmur. It sounds like it’s coming from deep beneath the earth. The noise becomes louder. Like a long snarl. The noise blends with the other sounds of the night, but dominates them all at the same time.
The odd shape moves slowly on the main road. This land has never seen anything like her. And she has never seen anything like the inhabitants of this land.
She moves slowly… Veeery slowly… Tiny gravels crack under the rubber. She enters the town. The rumble reverberates on the wooden walls of the nearby houses. Never before heard sound… The rattle of a powerful V8 engine.
This is the sixth night she has come into town… She cruises veeery slowly… she lurks… she waits… she waits to regain something that she has lost. She cannot survive without it… An owner. The energies of the owner. That what she wants… the only thing she wants…
But so far, no luck. She seeks further. On empty streets, in dark alleys. The headlights are off. Puffs of white smoke come out of the exhaust and dissolve in the air. She stops for a moment in the shadows. She “listens”. There’s no sound except the rattle of the V8 engine. The shift levels to “DRIVE” by itself and she rolls further. She cruises veeery slowly… like a shark… she lurks… she waits… with the motor running.
Her name is Christine. She was born in 1958, in Detroit. She’s a Plymouth Fury. A car.
A possessed car... A beastly car… A merciless car…
A murderer… and now, she have found herself in Equestria.
Christine’s up for a big surprise, when she discovers that this land and the town she’s just rolled into are inhabited by… ponies!
