Partial Possession Chungus Chapter 4

>After a few deep breaths of morning air and the dew on your hooves, the haze seems mostly gone.
>You only realize now that you have no idea where you're going. And your head hurts. God you fucking hate mornings.
>First thought is Twilight's, but she's probably not even up yet. Besides, you're sure she wouldn't deal with your shit until she finishes breakfast.
>Really, the only two who would be up at the crack of dawn are Fluttershy and...shit, you forget the name
>Fuck it, she probably doesn't matter
>Hopefully Fluttershy has calmed down. It really didn't occur to you how this stuff actually could be traumatic
>Mostly because you aren't a little bitch
>'We've subsided off of the equivalent of table scraps for thousands of years, now. We can be pretty traumatizing when we try to get food.'
'Yeah but you bugs look so adorable, it can't be that bad.'
>'You know calling us bugs is the equivalent of calling zebras 'ziggers', right?'
'No. I would have done it a lot more if I knew that.'
>'I have no idea how you are so respected here.' He sighed, and continued in his droning mental voice. 'In the hive you would already have starved.'
'There's a basic difference between you and me, Chungus. I'm street-wise. I can improvise. I'm street smart. I got new york city heart. Whoo whoo.'
>'No.'
'Why should I worry? Why should I care?'
>'Are you singing? Is that the kind of pony you are? Just singing out of nowhere like an asshole?'
'I can't get this shit out my fucking head now, is what I am. Thanks Chungus. Now you have to suffer with me.'

'Fuck, where are we? I got lost again.'
>'I'm lost too. You've cycled through thirty songs, of course I can't navigate!'
'Look, I can't help it. I haven't listened to shit in a month and a half, okay? I'm going music-stir-crazy here.'
>'You live in fucking ponyville! How have you not been assaulted by music?!'
'It's like I sucked up all the joy and now there's no music in anyone's hearts anymore. What I'm saying is I stole food from your mouth."





>Your head is pounding, and you point at a yellow and orange earth pony.
"Hey, Carrot Top, which is the way to Fluttershy's place?"
>"Uh, my name's Golden Harve--"
"Yeah whatever, where is it?"
>"It's uhm, I don't know, I don't really go there a lot..."
"Good, stay away from my girlfriend and my pad."
>"I-uh..."
>You continue walking. Chungus cringes. 'Please don't do that. I don't want to starve inside your head.'
'Fuck off, Chungus. I got like 6 hours of sleep last night.'
>The sun peaked over the buildings and burned your eyes. 'It's your own fault. You could have simply not tormented me.'
>You yawn, morning breath assaulting your own senses.
'No I couldn't. You know what I am. It's like asking you to just not disguise yourself and hide from the world like a little pussy.'
>'Point taken, but it's still your fault.'
>You nod to the side in agreement, trying to find a landmark. It's almost like this town is completely arbitrarily defined based on what is convenient to the plot.
>Friendship is magic. And magic is bullshit.
>You sit down and cross your arms, sulking.
>After five or so minutes, a mailpony tapped your shoulder. "Excuse me, miss? Is everything alright?"
>You turn to her, she has grey fur and yellow eyes.
"Not in the mood, Muffins."
>"Who?"
"Ditzy."
>"I'm not sure who you're talking about..."
"D-Derpy?"
>"Excuse me?"
"Son of a bitch. Dickbutt?"
>Her left eye rolled involuntarily, the other staying on you. "Um, Miss, you're new around here, right? Are you okay?"
"No. But pouting about it for a few minutes usually gets some pony to come and fix everything for m--heyy! Dickbutt, you wanna go on an adventure?"
>"Maybe later. I have to deliver letters now, though."
"Shit. Well, good luck."
>Her bad eye twitched, and you swear you could see the left side of her mouth start calling you a jerk.
>She covers her mouth and coughs, then flies away
>This must be the work of an enemy stand.
>Fuck it, back to the maze.
>
>'Oh god damnit! We could have asked her for directions!'





>You turn a corner for what you think is the fourth time, while mumbling under your breath.
"Plastic tubes and pots and pans...Aw son of a bitch."
>You see Golden Harvest setting up her vegetable stand, and she awkwardly waves at you for the third time. Your wings flare and you scream
"I'm going to strangle whoever planned this fucking town!"
>"Ahem. Two wrongs don't make a right." Says a voice from behind you. You turn to Pinkie, who's looking at you disapprovingly.
>Chungus snorts. "Yes, but three rights makes a left! A basic concept this town does not understand!"
"Oh, says the HIVEMNID DRONE! Have you seen where you grew up?!"
>"Will you stop being such a flaming racist asshole?!"
>The three of you cringe, and look around. Okay, no donkeys. We're still good.
"Anyways, what are you up to, Pinkie?"
>"Wondering what you're up to!"
"Trying to get home. I'm completely lost."
>Pinkie hums, walking to an intersection and looking through the streets. "Huh. I'm kinda lost too! Don't worry, we'll get found soon! Follow me!"
>You sigh and pick up the pace, trotting behind her.
>She continues, taking random streets and occasionally u-turns, happily whistling the whole way.
>Chungus sighed. 'As much food as she gives me, she's still tiring.'
'You're tiring.'
>'No you.'
'You times infinity.'
>'You times infinity plus--' Chungus shook his head. 'Oh Mother, I've descended to his level.'
>Eventually the buildings space out, and you end up back at the castle.
>"Aw shoot! Sorry, Anon, I got your old home instead. We can still fix this, though!"
"Nah, this is fine, actually. We need to stop by here anyways. At least now I can say it's not my fault we're bothering her this early."
>Chungus nodded. "Thanks for taking us this far."
>Pinkie waved and started hopping back down the path. "No problem! See you two later!"



>You kick open the door and slide in, kicking it back closed. You hear an exhausted groan and intuitively find your way to Twilight, sitting at the dinner table
"Y'all niggas act like ya forgot about Dr--I mean, Anon."
>"Oh Celestia please let me forget about all this one day..."
"You know it's kind of weird to pray to your surrogate mom."
>"I have real parents."
"You bitch!"
>You laced as much venom as you could in those two words, and turned to Spike, who had a topaz halfway to his mouth
"I'm sorry. She's so inconsiderate."
>He nodded. "You get used to it. You get used to a lot of things when you're me..."
>Twilight's eyes widened for a moment and she put a hoof up. "I-I didn't mean..." She turned to you and narrowed her glare, standing up and walking out. "Kitchen."
>You follow behind, chuckling with Chungus.
>Once you get out of the room and into the kitchen, she turns to you. "Alright. You want me to fix this? I'll fix it." Her horn started glowing.
"Hey, I don't want to tell you how to do your job, but where's the lich jar for Chungus?"
>You tilt your head. She huffs. "There is none. One of you is leaving the body and becoming a ghost again. Either you or the poor pony in you. I don't care who."
>She takes a breath and starts to speak again
>From the top of your vision, a sickly green glow invades your eyes. You squint, and a glob of goo with the consistency of honey shoots from your forehead into her mouth
>You immediately crack up, Chungus barely stopping you from rolling on your side and devolving into shouting laughter
"Hahahaha! You totally ate shit!"
>You look up and see a black gnarled horn spouting from your forehead. Chungus clears his throat and takes over your speech.
>"Sorry. I don't like the idea of you casting a spell that...actually, I just don't like you in general. If you're not going to fix this, I will myself."



>Twilight spit it out, a mixture of coughing and heaving. "What the heck?! You're actually a changeling?! I thought Anon--"
>"You're actually this stupid? I mean, I know they said you're disarming in person, but really?"
>Your horn glows and you spontaneously conjure a popcorn box on the counter.
>"Anon! This is serious! He'll feed on your love until you're a soulless automaton!"
"What am I going to do without him?! I have a strict 0.7% love-content policy in my heart, bitch! How am I going to keep regulations? Call me Automanon."
>Chungus rolled his eyes. "And let me remind you; As Anon said, this is your fault. You still haven't explained how I got in here."
>You float a chunk of popcorn into your mouth. The amount of salt is painful, but you can blame that on Twilight too.
>Her eyes light up, finally having a breakthrough "Hold on. Um, Changeling, what is your last memories before all this?"
>"I have a name you know."
"It's Chungus. I told you this already."
>Twilight coughed. "Ahem, Chungus, what were your last memories before waking up in Anon?"
>"It's pretty hazy. I know I was inside the castle armory of Canterlot, during the invasion."
>Twilight nervously giggled "Ahem, well. Uhm. We used a force field to repel all the changelings from Canterlot. Pretty harmless, right? I mean, you can fly.."
>"What are you getting at?"
>"Well...We um, we didn't calculate that some of you were still inside when it happened..."
>Chungus' jaw dropped.
"You literally squashed him. You literally squashed the bug people."
>She nodded, averting her eyes. "More or less."
>"MORE or LESS? That's a fucking racially charged war crime! I could have you tried in Seaponia! Equestria would be paying reparations to the Hive for centuries!"
"Yeah Twiley. That's pretty fucked up."
>Applejack opened the door and leaned in. "Ah got yur zap apple extract for the jar--"
>Chungus whipped around. "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU WAR CRIMINAL!"
>She dropped the test tube from her hoof and it shattered on the ground, the door swung back and closed in her face