Animus

He prances along the ground, weaving throughout the buildings and around his new town square leaving darker star patterns on the grass in his wake. It’s abstract like an artist’s dream, but it’s not Ponyville anymore. It’s something else; Aniville.

A house here, a tall, twisty, curly fountain here, a taco restaurant there. Despite his intentions, the creature’s chaotic nature shines through his work as his project quickly becomes far too much for the modern pony brain to feel comfortable with. It feels like licking a frog.

The juvenile draconequus is suddenly struck with creativity and motivation that he hasn’t experienced experienced in over one thousand years. With reckless abandon, he begins to populate the space fueled by nothing but his childish memory of Ponyville.

With another egotistically-flared snap, he manifests an entire building before him; a debased and almost fairy-tale depiction of what he remembers the homes of Ponyville looking like. “Now we’re talkin’! If I put the houses back, then the ponies are gunna come back!”

“What did the alicorn say to the draconequus? Help. I’m extinct and you’re not.” He tosses the joke prize to the side, and is satisfied enough to proudly brush his hands together.

Finally, he pulls apart down the middle with a cracker pop, releasing a cloud of glitter… along with a paper crown and a joke of course. When his two halves rejoin, he dawns his new purple paper crown and peers at the rolled up piece of paper.

“ALRIGHTY! HAVE IT YOUR WAY!” He begins to whip his mid-body like a jumprope, hoping to kick his proper noodle organs into gear. Metal wobbling noise.

With a grunt of frustration, Animus snaps his hooffingers together. CLANG! A wok is summoned into existence and clambers to the ground. “Urgh, my chaos organ is asleep!” Snap! Disassembled IKEA shed appears.

Silence. This isn’t very funny.

He hits the grass on all fours, his noodle body scrunching and stretching like an inchworm as he scans the ground. The beautiful, lush grass and colorful spattering of flowers leaves no remains of what was. An entire town, wiped from history. “…How long was I sleepin’?”

“…Humph.” He sticks out his chin, still very much getting used to his growth-spurt teeth jutting out from his lower jaw. That usual puppy dog pout that would have gotten him whatever he wanted long ago is now no longer possible.

He flips over, eyeing the vast empty expanse of the meadow; the mountains and forest beyond, just a hint of the bay visible now that what was once his home is void of obstructions. “What’re they without me? Nothin’! I have the appeal! The personality! The body count!”

Lounging limply upon the roots of the massive tree from which he emerged; Animus lets out an obnoxiously dramatic sigh. Yet nopony is around to hear it, so did it really happen. “Can’t believe everypony left and didn’t take me with ‘em.”

Animus rubs the sleepy out of his eyes, giving a big yawn while his body readjusts to activity. “Oy-yah. Slept too long…” ……Duck quack. He clambers to his feet, the “tree” he fell asleep in now looking like… well… a tree. “WHATTA’ FU-“

A perfectly round plug of wood is pushed from its hole, and from the depths of the tree… a limp chaos noodle is extruded, much longer than he was when he was last seen. “……”

Off in a distant meadow, the trunk of a giant tree begins to shift and crack. Its massive form remains sturdy, but something is trying to claw its way out of it. Suddenly…. Plunk………