Chapter XXXIV

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Goldenponyboy was cut off as his head hit the floor of Tristan's living room. Tristan, Fleet, and Aerial all landed safely on the couch, with very little discomfort.

"Why does this always happen in the middle of my intro?" GPB asked no one in particular.

"Intro?" Tristan asked, annoyed. "What is this, a YouTube video?"

"Fanfiction, actually."

"What?"

"Nevermind."

Fleet slowly stood up from the couch, falling slightly as not being used to be human. However, she was too concerned to care about what species she was. "Where's Jack?"

GPB held a hand to his chin. "Well, you see... I am not exactly certain. He could be anywhere. I know what Sombra may have done with him, but that does not mean anything..." He turned to the television. "...However, I wonder how much Sombra has done..." Picking up the remote, he turned the television on, and revealed the Seal of the United States.

"Great," Tristan groaned. "Now he's got Trump invested. Trump might make Sombra Vice President."

"Or maybe have him give him a hand building the wall."

"THOSE ARE NOT HANDS!" Tristan raised his hands into the air. "THESE ARE HANDS!"

"Well... we all know what they say about tiny hands..."

Aerial smirked at this phrase. Fleet, however, was confused. "What do they say?"

Tristan and GPB both gave her wicked grins. "Big... Fat... Gloves!" They said in unison.

The horrible joke was cut off as the seal flashed off screen, revealing a man in all black sitting in the President's chair of the Oval Office, his feet propped on the desk. "Ladies and Gentlemen of..." Sombra turned his head off screen, forcing a small toadlike man to float upside down next to him. "...What was it you called this nation again?"

Trump struggled to gain his balance. "United States of America! The ex-greatest nation! The nation I will make great again!"

"Yes, yes, whatever." Sombra waved his hand and sent Trump flying out the window behind him. "Ladies and Gentlemen of the united States of America, do not be alarmed. I have brought glad tidings to you all. You see, I know you are all suffering from the harshest ruling any being can withstand: freedom. You live in a world where you are free to do as you please. Does it not grow tiring? Are you not worn out from having to make all of those many bustling decisions?" He paused, as if waiting for an answer. "Well, the solution is simple. Allow me to rule over you. I will make the burden of freedom and choice nonexistent. All I ask is that you obey my every whim."

"As if Americans would listen to Sombra," Tristan said, clenching his fists tightly.

"Well, there are those stupid thousands that would," GPB pointed out with a sigh. "That'd be enough of a start for him."

"How right you are, Author," Sombra said. The party looked at the television in shock. "Yes, I can hear you. I can see you. All of you. The woman on her couch, cowering with her children beside her. That pitiful man who is watching this with a mug of coffee in his hand. That... whichever one it is, holding up a sign in front of this building. I see you all. So, allow me to tell you what will convince you to follow me."

A small silver suitcase floated onscreen to Sombra's lap. He sat up and placed the case on the desk, leaning over it.

"Is that..." GPB started.

"...the Football?" Tristan finished.

"Yes, I believe every American knows what this is and what I am capable of with it. And I also know that you are aware other nations on this pitiful planet would not hesitate to, say... retaliate." Sombra laughed as he placed the Football on the ground next to him. "So there are your options. You can follow me willingly... or die. The choice is yours."

The screen flashed back to the United States seal. GPB and Tristan could only stare at each other in horror. "So," Aerial began, "are either of you going to tell us what the Football thing does?"

GPB turned to the pony humans with his face turned down. "The Football launches... extraordinarily devastating devices. These devices will kill all those in the blast radius instantly. It will kill all those just outside slowly and painfully." He raised his head and looked right at Fleet Fire, then began to tap his fingers in the air again. "Find Jack," is all he said before she vanished from sight.

"What did you do to her?" Aerial shouted, running up and grabbing GPB by the collar.

"I sent her where she will be safe. Now... the three of us have bigger problems."

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Paul made another run for it, and this time was not met with a wall for seven feet. The last time it had been ten. The previous time, two. He had exhausted his voice from screaming. All he had left to do was find a way out.

He was about to make another run for it when a bright flash of light appeared before him. When he could open his eyes, he saw a woman had appeared before him. She was horrified at first, but soon began to speak. "Jack? Are you here?"

Fleet Fire. She was just in front of him. All he had to do was reach out and-

A wall met his hand. She began to walk away, still calling out to him. He ran faster and harder, trying to break through the wall, but to no avail. He slumped to the ground and watched her walk away, balling himself up and crying silently.

After a while, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he looked straight into the same eyes Fleet Fire had. "Here you are."

Overwhelmed, Paul pulled Fleet Fire down onto his lap and began to kiss her. He had been starved of any interaction, but he craved for hers the most. He began to rub up and down her back, once accidentally working his hands under her shirt. As he tried to pull them away, she simply put them back where they were.

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Sombra stepped out of the White House, satisfied with the pandemonium he had created. With a sigh, he smiled and said, "It's good to be king."