Mr. Friendly in Equestria - Chapter 2 (Wuten x Chron COLLAB)

Mr. Friendly in Equestria – Chapter 2.
By Wuten and Chronicler.

>You are Anon.
>And you managed to escape that fucking abomination.
>You slowly rub the inside of the glass with the rag, before setting it down on the shelf below.
>You were now a bartender in Appleoosa, ever since the 'Event' six months ago.
>And to be honest, it wasn't that bad, all things considered.
>The bell on the door rings, and you look up to see a tired but smiling Braeburn enter.
"What'll it be, partner?"
>He hops up on a barstool and sighs.
>"Same as usual."
>With a nod, you grab a mug and open the tap for some of his cousin’s cider.
>Some of the most famous the world over, in fact.
"So, how was the harvest today?"
>He accepts the mug eagerly, and after a deep swig, he slams it back down.
>"Pretty rough I'll say, we sure could use your hands out there. Some of those darn tootin’ apples are staying stuck to the branches. Ya sure y’ don't want no part of it?"
>You shake your head.
"Nah, the pay here's good enough, and you don't really have any problems, right?"
>He grimaces, before shaking his head.
>"Honestly, Anon? We kinda need you."
>Your pupils constrict and the color drains from your face at those words.
>You chuckle nervously, keeping an eye on Braeburn as you slowly inch away.
>"Anyways, thanks for the cider. I gotta get back to it. C'mon down some time. We need you and your hands there."
>It takes all of your will not to shit your pants.
>Or have a flash back...
>You hold it together though.
>No 'Nam flashbacks today, thank you.

>Later that night…
>You were just about to close up shop; no patrons for around 45 minutes meant that the day’s work was done and it was time to rest for the evening.
>…That is, until Braeburn came walking into the bar again, just as you were coming around the counter, wiping off the various liquid stains with a towel.
>”Heya, Anon, how’s business here t’night?” he asks, trotting up and taking a seat at a nearby stool.
>You smile, going back behind the bar and throwing the towel over your shoulder.
“Eh, could’ve been better. Not many ponies came in.”
>”That’s disappointin’, Anon. We could’a used ya out there today,” he says with a grunt of understanding.
>You nod.
“Yeah, sorry about that. Turns out there wasn’t much activity here today, anyway. I would’ve come down if I had known.”
>He nods back at you, before taking the hat off and shaking his mane about. “So hey, there was a strange lookin’ pony out there t’day, never saw him before in mah life. Said he was lookin’ for ya. He needed your help for somethin’, I reckon.”
>You stop in your tracks, and turn to look at him.
“…What did the pony look like?”
>He looks at you quizzically. “Seemed like any normal pony ta me. Had a weird twitch in ‘is eye, though; not sure what could’a caused that.”
>Shit. Could it-
>No, Anonymous, that’s stupid. How the hell could it have known that you came out west this far?
>”Kept sayin’ that he needed ya for somethin’. Didn’t go inta any details, though; strange, huh?” he said, sighing a bit. “Why would anypony be lookin’ for ya all the way out-”
>He looks around the bar. “…Anonymous?”
>He turns and sees the swinging wooden doors of the entrance swaying back and forth, as if someone just shot through them with the speed of Kenyans.

>Run.
>Just run.
>Keep running.
>Your home is a few buildings down from the bar.
>Don’t stop running until you get there, Anonymous.
>Don’t you DARE stop.
>Your footsteps echo into nothingness as you run through the deserted town, your home coming into sight.
>Sweet salvation. You’re not going to let this happen again to you.
>You quickly rush inside, turning the light on and locking the door behind you. You immediately check every room in the small building you called home. Nothing inside.
>Good, now you can secure it.
>Using spare planks stored in your attic after the ponies generously assisted you in building a living space, you proceed to board up the windows of every room of the house, starting with the living room.
>There’s no way it can get in if it can’t fit through the holes…
>You place two planks vertically on each side of the window, before placing a horizontal board through the center. You repeat this process for each window, until you feel they are all sufficiently boarded up.
“And last… the door…”
>Your eye twitches as you pick up five boards, and nail each of them horizontally across the doorframe. The door opens inward, so these will keep him out.
>Just as you nailed the final plank in, however, you feel the air suddenly become… warmer than it was earlier.
>Did you leave the thermostat on?
>You quickly go to check it.
>No, nothing out of the ordinary.
>Your thought process is cut off when a power outage kills the lights.
>In the silence of your home, you sit in the window’s light, comforted by the glow of Luna’s moon.
>She always created exquisite night skies…
>You smile, lying down on the hard wood of the floor.
>It was much too dark to see where you were going, so going to your bed was out of the question.
>However, with Luna’s moonlight protecting you, you didn’t mind one night.
>…That is, until the sounds of the nightlife started getting to you.
>Being in the silence for that long, your ears became super-sensitive to everything around you.
>The sounds of crickets chirping in the night air. The sound of your obnoxious neighbors fornicating for the whole town to hear. The sounds of hooves moving along your floor…
>…Wait.
>Wait just a fucking second.
>Hooves moving along your floor?
>”You need me…”
>Fuck.

>End Chapter 2