My Little Realities: C31 - Strange Medicine

My Little Realities: C31 - Strange Medicine

>you've been here for hours, and you still have one major problem
>apart from figuring out how to somehow get specialized medication from the rather secure healthcare system while being a wanted suspect and having two very obviously alien life forms with you
>you had a few ideas but the biggest problem
>the most pressing issue
>the thing that was troubling you the most was explaining why you were wanted in the first place
>Tan had not really asked why you were so intensely brainstorming something that should, in nature, be simple
>but anyp0ny you'd ask to come along would
>you would either have to figure out a way to sneak in and out or you would have to confess and hope they would still help you
>it's not like you'd really hurt anyone
>except for punching Trombley
>regardless, you were beginning to think that you might have to inform them why getting medication would be such an issue
>you also planned to ask Twilight
>she was a powerful unicorn and you trusted her
>she had done well under pressure
>an equally pressing concern was keeping Twilight and Tan from being captured and studied by whoever would find them, be it military, scientists or a private company
>heat was practically irradiating from your head
>there was also no guarantee that Twilight would agree to this
>you were going to have to meet with Twilight, tell her your situation, hope that she wouldn't hate you for keeping this to yourself for so long and then ask her if she was willing to accompany you on a dangerous trip back to your world
>you end up going to her suite and finding Spike in the middle of making dinner
>you ask him to send Twilight a letter, asking her to come see you when she could
>you are helping Spike with dinner
>delicious spaghetti
>Twilight walks in
"Hey Twi, sorry to call you like this.  I hope I wasn't interrupting anything..." you say
"Not really, what's up?  Anything wrong?"
"Well...  I think we need to talk..."
>you end up having dinner with Twilight and Spike
>you start telling her what your job used to be, what your world was like
>Spike eats too much and goes off to take a nap
>you're a little glad, you kinda wanted the privacy
>Twilight seems interested, asking questions about the various Earth things you mention
>like the internet
>you hope she isn’t left alone with a computer, you’ve caused her enough psychological trauma for one lifetime
"So why are you telling me all this?  Why now?  Not that I mind, I've always wondered about your world and who you were before you became an explorer" she suddenly asks
>before you became an explorer
>welp she's gonna get the first seat to the "how I became an explorer" show
"That's what I'm getting to.  I need to tell you a few things about my world and about me before I ask you something very important..." you start
>you continue, explaining her what you used to do at your job, talking about the recon and repair missions you were on, and how you got an idea to modify the VPT bubble device
>you tell her about how your coworker Trombley helped you out and came up with the plans to make the modified device
>then you told her about how he said it was his idea in the first place, and then how you stole the modified device and escaped here
"... and that's how I got here." you finish
"So you've been hiding this from us all this time?" she replies
>you hold your head in your hands
"We were kinda both at fault…  He shouldn’t have stolen my idea and I shouldn’t have stolen the device…  The company does have insurance for stuff like that..."
"I can't say I'm happy about this, even if nobody was really hurt...  I'm just disappointed in you, I thought you would have told us sooner." she says
"I know...  I'm sorry, it's just been so messed up lately..."
"Yeah, you can say that again..." she replies
>she gives you a little smile
"You said you had something to ask me..." starts Twilight
"Oh, yeah.  Well I haven't exactly found anyp0ny here that could help me and I know that human drugs are effective against this problem of mine..."
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"After what happened with Pinkie...  I think that if I can't get treatment for this, I'll have to...  I'll have to isolate myself" you reply
"But you were getting better!" she exclaims
"What if it happens again? What if next time, I come out of it and somep0ny is hurt, or dead?" you snap back
"That would never happen..." she says, looking away
>you didn't mean to snap at her
>like hell you were going to take that chance, in any case
"You really believe that?  You really think that I'll always be able to stop myself?  I'd rather try my luck at getting the treatments, or I'm leaving and not coming back."
"How can you say that?" she says, sounding hurt
>you stare coldly at her
"I will not put any of you in danger.  What kind of friend would I be if I left any of your lives in the hands of a goddamn mental coin toss?"
>her ears are against her head
>you didn't even notice how you'd raised your voice
"I'm sorry, but I'll never take that chance again, even if that means never seeing you all again" you say, softly
>she shakes her head a little
"I understand, Anon...  I just don't like any of it..."
>you pat her shoulder, trying to comfort her
"So what was this important question?" she asks
>oh right, you'd pretty much forgotten
"Well, as you know, Tan has a working device that could get me back home.  He can operate it, but it needs magic...  I wanted to know if you would consider going with us"
>she looks up at you
"Isn't bringing Tan and I a problem?  From what you told me of your world, it sounds like your people would lock us up and study us and stuff..." she asks
>normally, yes
>but you think you've found just the plan that could make this possible
"Well, I have an idea" you reply, smiling
>it'll take just a bit of preparation
>you'll need to make the audio system for Tan's voice, you have a spare speaker and camera somewhere
>you'll need some spraypaint and a crowbar
>Twilight would need a frilly
>you also needed a lot of red fabric, all of the spare probe parts, your old gas mask and some tubing
>can't forget half a large, gear cog and a stick
>no, you weren't going to make this into an elaborate scheme to make that p0ny nurse go "wtf" again
>this was much, much more heretical
>the preparations didn't take too long, with Rarity's help, it was a snap
>you told Tan what he had to do, and fitted him with the small camera that would read the patterns of his antennas, send it to your implants so they could be matched to your translation records and then sent back to his speakers
>not perfect, but it'll do
>Twilight didn't really like how ungodly frilly the dress was
>you were almost all ready
>your handiwork with the cans of paint was impressive
>Twilight came up to you while you were grabbing some spare clothes
>you’re still not sure how you’ll get past the cameras
>hopefully your facial hair and the weight you lost would be just enough to keep you off the radar
“Anon, we still haven’t figured out how to get you past the security cameras…  I did some research and I found this spell.  It’ll change your face for a few days, does that sound like it would work?” She says
“Actually, I think so.  Unless they’ve really changed while I’ve been gone, the cameras should still be using facial recognition stuff”
>she doesn’t waste any time and casts the spell
>it feels weird
>you didn’t know if you should expect it to hurt, but it just felt like some parts of your face were numb
>you look at yourself
>jesus fuck
>she wasn’t kidding
>you look like fucking Steve Buscemi
>not that you were some handsome and chiseled featured Adonis before, but shit
>yeah even your mother wouldn’t recognize you now
>you took Tan out to meet with Rarity, so she could finish up with his "new look"
>it took some getting used to, walking behind Tan
>you had to really keep yourself in check
>you were pretty scared that you'd end up flying off the handle again or something
>after some finishing touches to Tan, you were all ready to go
>you had to leave for Earth at precisely one location and exactly 9am, tomorrow
>you isolated yourself for the night
>another highly entertaining night of terror
>luckily, you had bouts of sleep long enough and morning came around
>by your count, you should all stand right over the Canter bar
>just a few more minutes
>you did bring one of your old revolvers, cheap thing
>mostly to shoot Tan if he tried to betray you or took you all to the Root homeworld instead
>you would probably have to throw it away, as security might get tight in some places, so you took an old Taurus and not one of your nice S&Ws
>you meet up with Twilight and Tan
"Anon, you sure about this?"
"Don't worry Twi, just follow my lead and play along.  Like we talked about" you reply
"you too Tan, if you don't know what to do, just press that mute button on your speakers and ask me what to do with your antennas" you say
"I will comply"
>his gear is working well, even with the other stuff he had on him
"Okay Tan, send us all to my world" you tell him
>he carries his device under the other shit he's wearing
>you hear a humming sound
>you feel like you're going underwater
>hearing becomes muffles
>your vision is blurry
>the colors dull out, fading slowly until everything goes black
>you don't know what's going on
>you can't move
>this is not at all like the good old bang flash of your trusty dearly departed VPT bubble
>within seconds, your vision seems to come back
>dark, and monochromatic at first
>but then the lights and sounds flood back in
>you're behind a large building
>in a cargo truck drop off ramp
>perfect, just where you aimed
>this is also Earth, so you don't have to shoot Tan just yet
>nobody around
>first problem has been overcome, nobody saw you three pop out of thin air
>you're glad your copy of OverlordGoogle didn't lead you somewhere else
>the positions across the realities were the same, but you didn't have a GPS system, you had to make a route from your first point of arrival, as you knew that location both on earth and in Equestria
>your left eye's systems helped well, recording distances was another useful feature
>you didn't expect to ever use the travel software it had, ha
>now, you just need to go around the corner of this building
"OH MY GOD, LOOK OVER THERE!"
"holy shit!'
"is that what I think it is"
"HOLY FUCK"
>success
"Can we take a picture?"
"unbelievable"
"Jesus Christ almighty..."
>you already had a small crowd around you
>they were all pretty excited
>Twilight was a little scared, Tan didn't really seem to care about anything
>some teen walks up to you
"Dude!  That's the best Gordon Freeman costume I've ever seen!  Were you here last Dragoncon?"
>just
>as
>planned
"that Magos is AMAZING.  You even got the Mechadendrites right!  That is so epic..." says a big fat guy with a neckbeard
>Tan was in the ample red Techpriest robes, which hid his third leg
>his head was wrapped up in your modified old gas mask, all manners of electronics and wires everywhere
>he held the large, half cog Adeptus Mechanicus axe with ease
>it really was a good costume, Rarity was amazing even when she was confused
"Can we take a picture?  What's with the little p0ny, anyways?" he asks
>Twilight was wearing the cutest, frilliest dress with her hair all done up
>all she had to do was recite one of a half dozen lines if someone spoke to her and follow you around
"Oh it's just one of the new toys, my daughter wanted a p0ny but it's not like a real one would be possible.  Yeah sure, go ahead with the pictures"
>they all start taking pictures as you notice a small icon in your vision
>internet connection established
>it takes you all of three seconds to go from "smile for the camera" to "most intense orgasm face of your life"
>then the camera flashes immortalized it
>your right eye rolls back into your skull a little as you flood your mind with all that you missed since you went to Equestria
>Twilight is on the verge of breaking her "Our Small Filly Princess robo-plush-doll" cover, as she looks at your contorted face with confusion
>you're drooling a little
>oh fuck your inboxes are packed
>you are on a mission, regardless of how hard you're enjoying your first internet connection in many months
>with the impromptu picture session over, you start phase two of this plan
>you'll need to trust Tan for this one
>Twilight didn't like this part at all
>you throw the revolver in a trashcan, it would only cause you trouble from now on
>you find a washroom and change into your normal clothes, sticking your armored suit in Tan’s Magos engine pack thing
>you start popping a few p0nycetimols in the washroom
>within fifteen minutes, you tip over
>everything is woozy
>you have a hard time moving
>you're apparently on the ground in the washroom
>you hope the floors are clean
>you hear a distorted voice
"...  Caaalll...  ...bulance...  911..."
>you hear sirens in the distance
>a couple minutes pass, you think someone is shaking you and asking you're okay
"what happened?" says someone, probably a paramedic
"I do not know.  He said he wasn't feeling well and he didn't come out of the washroom, so I went to check on him.  I found him like this" replies Tan
>word for word, gotta love that Root memory
>although it's a little cramped, Tan rides with you in the ambulance
"Any chance you could take the costume off, buddy?" says the paramedic to Tan as he starts you on an IV
"I'm afraid it is very difficult to remove" replies Tan
>you are trying to pay attention to the conversation but the p0nycetimols are fucking you up hardcore
>fucking horse pain killers = trippin' balls
"What's your name?" he asks
"Wololo...  Wololo...  Wololo" you reply
>the paramedic tries to get some answers out of you but you're a little incoherent
"Can you tell me what's wrong?" he asks
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn..." you mumble
>you tried to say "I want to die" but the sounds that came out of your mouth weren't like what you were thinking about
>you'll have time for that later
"Hey dude, what's your friend's name?" asks the medic
"This is my good friend Gaetan-Gauffrier de Couperin-Port-aux-Brises” replies Tan
>the medic stares at Tan with the purest, most utterly blank expression
“Can you spell that?” he asks
>Tan spells out the name effortlessly
"I can't find his file, no ID, facial recognition has nothing..." says the medic, trying to pull up a medical record
"He is not from here" states Tan
>in your mad flower power trip in the amber lamps, you wondered if Twilight was going to be okay back at the Dragoncon
>what could go wrong?
>she could take care of herself
>the medical system had vastly improved and service was fast, you didn't expect this to take too long
>even if you were a complete John Doe, they would still treat you and sort it out after
>you get to the hospital and they start examining you while a full on Adeptus Mechanicus Magos got looks in the waiting room
>they quickly figure out you almost OD'd on some wack painkillers and begin pumping you with whatever kind of shit they had to chemically remove the medication from your system
>wasn't too unpleasant
>pretty colors
>they ask you what happened when you came around and made some sense
>you told them you had tried to kill yourself
>you were kept for observation for a few hours and transferred to the psych wing for evaluation
>a frail looking physician sits by the bed
"Now now, what seems to be the problem, my son?" he asks, warmly
>you tell him you've been depressed for months after seeing people die in a fire
>that you can't sleep and you have been snapping at people
>you go on for a while, telling him you couldn't take it any more
>he asks you some more questions about it, and about your medical history
>you end up seeing like three fucking doctors in the span of a few hours
>you're getting pretty good at lying, especially when it's not far from the truth
>the last one finally hands you a bottle of innocuous-looking pills
"We've already given you something to calm you down.  You should feel better from now on.  Just take these once a day, even if you feel like you’re cured." he says
"Thanks Doc... "
>you smile at him
>he says that if you continue taking this medicine for the complete duration, you should feel better
>you look at the bottle
>the list of custom-mixed compounds takes up half the label
>it was relatively easy to cure most psychological illnesses, the medical systems would employ both the physician’s input of the patients symptoms, coupled with some sample tissues and cook up a highly effective and specialized medication for each individual
>designer drugs were just awesome
>he leaves shortly after
>you wait until he's out of earshot and get dressed
>they wanted to keep you under observation for a while but you were worried about Twilight
>they would soon send someone that would give you payment options for the ambulance, time and treatment
>you call Tan over with your wireless link
>as instructed, he made a…  small commotion
>by small, you mean that he waited until it was safe and until nobody was looking
>then he punched the floor so hard it caved in three feet in a four foot circle, took all the lights out in the wing, broke all the windows within thirty feet and everything fell off every shelf
>Tan punched down so damn hard he hit the ceiling
>he then made his way over to you in the chaos
>you fast-walk your way out
>you exit together
>it’s fucking hell in the hospital, some think there was a bomb, others think the building’s foundations gave out
>you end up having to walk back to the Dragoncon, you don't have much for cab fare
>there are other costumed people around so you don't stick out too much
>you finally get back to the Dragoncon
>it's almost nighttime
>you're fishing for your taurus in a trashcan when you hear
"no""no""no""no""no""no"
"no""no""no"
"help me"
>four fucking naked barbarians are chasing Twilight
>what the fuck
>fucking Diablo 3 cosplayers
"no""no""no""no"
"help me!"
“no””no””no””no”
>you grab Twilight and run away
"Tan, now would be a good time to get us out of here!"
>the barbarians are gaining on you
>everything goes fuzzy again
>when you come to, you're all in the middle of a cozy living room
>you're holding a frilly-dressed Twilight and an Adeptus Mechanicus Magos is by your side
>you're all on top of an end table
>you hear a loud gasp and the sound of a jaw dropping
>you look for the source of the gasp
>it's that fucking nurse p0ny again
>today was a strange day