Reign Of Chucky: EQG Crossover! (COMPLETED)

Part 1: We Stay Together

Ten and more minutes later after the girls went out of the mall, they are now at the park sitting with Sunset.

"Rainbow, what're you talking about?" Sunset asked.

Rainbow Dash handed Sunset her phone, "Take a look at this". Sunset read the headline of the news then the article. She was surprised and shocked of what traumatizing experience had happened in Harrogate Mental Institute. The article said there were multiple murders, Four patients dead, Two nurses, and a doctor. There was also a rumor that one of the patients, Nica Pierce, murdered all of them just like she previously killed her family four years ago. Before she escaped, she was said to be blaming the murders on two good guy dolls, just like Andy Barclay, who was found and then arrested at the scene.

Sunset sure has never heard of the two names: Nica Pierce, and Andy Barclay. But what makes her eye on this news is the fact that they blame it on "dolls", telling that "Chucky Did It".
Sunset rubbed her eyes, and wondered if this has anything to do with equestrian magic, she had been in enough extraodinary events to know that the dolls may actually be alive.

"Something worse, do you girls think the dolls are actually alive?" Sunset asked.

"Well, yeah, since there's been strange things happening over the years." Rainbow Dash said.

"This may actually be a warning for us, We should all be prepared if a darker threat emerges. And always remember, Rainbow?" Sunset said, and offered Rainbow to continue the saying.

"We stay together." Rainbow said.

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And from another point of view. A man in a brown suit that he wears at work, he sat in his black car, eating a cheeseburger, his car was parked just at the parking lot of a fast food joint. This man isn't watching anyone, not the girls. He was only in his car, enjoying his cheeseburger, he had just done his job of being a mercenary.

"Ahh yes, finally, I missed you my love." He said in his french accent and took another bite of the cheesburger.

Suddenly his phone rang, he put his cheeseburger down on the passenger's seat and checked who was calling him on the phone.

Radigan Camber

"Ahh, Camber, what do you want?" The man asked. "Pierre, it's been a while since we and the rest of the team fell apart and then left eachother, so are ya down to meet once again with all of them?" Camber asked.

Pierre was quiet for five seconds, then replied. "Alright, when?" Pierre asked. "The day after tomorrow, at McDonalds, around 4 pm." Camber answered.

"Ok, see ya there, partner." Camber said as he hung up. Pierre grabbed his cheesburger and continued his number of bites on it. He thought for a moment, Camber, the team. All together, they were a band of mercenaries, they used to do missions, for money, they would do anything for money.

And Pierre was that one guy of the team that took every mission seriously, hasn't cracked a joke, not once, he and Matt, were teammates. But they mostly disliked eachother, they used to insult eachother everytime the team fails or when in a bad situation.

He remembered, Matt used to always think of Pierre "a big piece of poop", and Pierre would think of him as a "dirty Rat man". Matt was the fastest of the group, always determined. And Pierre was the stealthiest.

They were those two members of the team that always bicker with eachother.

Camber was the man who built everything for the team, he solves practical problems.

After Pierre had finished his tasty Cheeseburger, he drove away back home.

Many minutes later, Pierre has arrived at his condominium.

He put his bags down on the couch, let's just say he recently went shopping, not for dresses, but for more fancy and formal men wear.
He took out one cigarette from the small cigarette box and ignited the cigar with his lighter.

He took off his trenchcoat, put it on the coffee table and sat on the brown couch facing the table, taking the cigar off his mouth then puffing the streak of smoke out.

He grabbed the remote and turned the television on. As he did his smoke puffing routine from time to time.Pierre began watching the news.

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And at the same time, the night made sure that every closed school was very dark and spooky inside. But the janitors never gave a crap, the janitor at Canterlot High. Sweeping and mopping everywhere, from here to there, and dusting the dust off of some lockers.

Most kids or teenagers, students here would mostly be scared of being in the school at the wrong time, night time. Flashing their lights at the halls and lockers, with their hands shaking, their faces sweating, and their bodies shiverring. If they were to come in there.

But the janitor, he didn't give a crap. There was never a wrong time for him being inside this school. The students were all teens, and he was an adult, thirty-five years old. He used to be afraid of ghosts as a kid, but this wore off when he grew up as a teenager, letting his limbs hang on one end of the bed while sleeping, ain't afraid of no ghost anymore, if there were.

He knows because this only happens in the movies, and books, but he does know ghosts exist. All of his friends have told stories of them encountering paranormal activities and happenings, but he was the only one out of them who had never encountered any of these things, he assumes some of them just made their stories up. When he heard these stories, they were all at the ages of preteens back in the day.

He is an industrious man, who will do anything for his family, and the money.

The school was dark at night, good thing he brought his LED flashlight with him, he can strap it on his head.

While mopping the hall floors, he suddenly heard a sound that echoed through the halls, it sounded like a normal tick of wood. He went to check, and it was just a pencil that fell from the top of the locker that was on the top.

He picked up the pencil then stared at it for a few seconds, then put it in his pocket so he can give it to the principal the next day or either use it.

Suddenly again, he heard tiny footsteps echoing through the halls, coming from behind. He quickly checked and let his flashlight shine the area where he heard the sound, there was nobody.

"Hey, hello? Someone there?"
The janitor said, taking a step toward that direction, one, two.. and three..

"What're you doing in here? It's night time." He said, thinking that the footsteps were either from a child or teen. He took more steps forward until he was in that area itself, he checked the area with his light, no one there.
"Hello? Someone here?"

He kept asking for the presence of a person, until he saw an opened locker, he went to check the locker. It was badly opened, it had a minor damage on it's ends. He went to check inside the locker, it had books, pens, many school supplies inside, but the cup that held the pens together was knocked down, scattering the pens.

The janitor realized, someone may have forgot something and just left his locker like this, he thought. He didn't expect a feeling, he was still looking over the locker, until he felt a sudden stab of a knife pressed right through the ankle of his right foot.

He screamed and fell down on his back, he saw a figure above him, the figure had a height of a one-year-old, so small. He was shocked enough to not know what was really happening. His last moment, letting out a last scream, the last thing he knows is that he got stabbed in the eye with a pencil.