Thread 33: Stories 76-90

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Non-canon

>Chrysalis
“42”
’18'
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“…Fuck.”

‘A duck. Fuck all the ducks. Everywhere.’

>Such language. What is it?

‘I have seriously got to start paying attention to what you put your hooves on, Chrysa- my Queen….’

>Why for? Am I not allowed to drink a cooling refreshment every now and again? This floating piece of land is rather close to the sun.

“But that’s a frappe, your highness.”

>It is indeed. And quite delicious. I still do not see the need for such stricken faces, the both of you.

“Well, it’s just… c-coffee, my Queen.”

>…Ah.

Sitting underneath a veranda, Chrysalis tilted her semi-empty cup towards her, staring down into the cold slush with a contemplative face.

Then she laughed. It was a low giggle that dripped ice down her two servants backsides.

>You two needn’t look so rigid. Do you think I might strike at you?

"N-no! Never!"

‘Um… I kind of do, actually. It certainly feels like you could, without touching us. Or even looking in our general direction. Just ‘zap’, night-night.’

>Your honesty was always something I did appreciate, 18. Never lose that. And I suppose you would be correct, insofar as not needing to touch you. Why, I could very well reach out to my minions at the castle….

“…”

‘…’

>But I’m doing that already.

The hold 42 had on her own drink, a small frozen lemonade, intensified to a crushing level, some of the beverage leaking over the top and through the holes of her hoof.

“Why...? Respectfully asked, I don’t mean to question your motives, I just-”

>It’s alright, 42. And because we are all here, and they are there. Three days without a nearby source of love would leave them insanely famished, therefore I’m anonymously sending them little gift baskets of love.

‘Anonymously…? Why? Agh- pardon, I mean, respectfully as-’

Chrysalis took another sip of her frappe, a loud one, possibly done on purpose to drown out 18’s self-correction.

>For two reasons. One, because my other side is notorious for keeping her affection for her own kind hidden. Ah, but she is foolish one. Inwardly caring, of course, but I do not wish to spread seeds of her kindness and sully her self-conjured ‘terrifying top bitch’ moniker until she is ready to do so herself. And the second is because today, the litter back home will awaken, oddly refreshed, but with no Queen in sight to attribute their strength to. A great majority will wonder if it came from someone else… and that is all I want, for them to feel like they are being accepted, even if from the shadows. Hope is what I wish to instill….

“My Queen, that’s… that’s so-”

‘Wow.’

>I can see why Chrysalis struggles to keep me at bay. I can be both more terrible and more caring than she can… and the fact that we are one in the same frightens her, that she may tip too far one way or the other. And that’s understandable for she, we… are a special breed of Queen. She would never admit it, but I will. Just as easily as I can let 56 rub his face against my rear and nuzzle my hips, I could also just as easily erase him from existence.

Something akin to an icy dagger struck 18 through the chest and for a few tense moments, she forgot how to breathe.

>But my other half enjoys his company greatly. She enjoys all of your company. And soon… she will enjoy the company of another, even if currently she would rather see them decimated.

This caused both 42 and 18 to exchange glances, at first in confusion, then sharp realization.

“My Queen! You… you don’t mean-”

‘After everything they’ve done? There’s no way Chrysalis would ever-’

>Ah, but I am Chrysalis. And I will.

With a final suck, her cup was emptied and Chrysalis licked her lips with relish.

>Spectacular… And so shall we be off?

She didn’t wait for an answer. She didn’t need to, because it wasn’t a question that needed a response. When she got up to leave, 42 and 18 followed close behind, heads up and wings folded.

They didn’t dwell on her startling declaration. What was the point? For a little while longer, they were in the presence of the Queen, and they would enjoy it, the subtle reminder of why they indeed looked to and followed Chrysalis, their mentally scrambled ruler.
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>SA
"Celestia"
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>Okay, so, I'm going to float an idea by you here.... what if I set the park on fire, and then went from there?

"Coming off a bit desperate there."

>I'd set the place on fire for you!

"Really?"

>Of course I would, that just goes without saying. If you were lost and possibly feeling down and hiding, I'd be fine setting the place on fire.

"I can't tell if I should be touched or not."

>I just really miss my wife, you know? And Two has to be bored out of her mind, this was only supposed to take like, ten minutes.

"Still, shouldn't we think about alternatives? Maybe ask Chrysalis?"

>...

"Just saying, she's got to be good at finding stuff, infiltrator and all that."

>... Okay, be honest with me, what is going to cause less damage, I turn Chrysalis loose, or I set the place on fire?

"...It's actually a pretty even split, thinking on it... how do you put up with her?"

>She's not really all that bad around me...

"Awwww."

>Don't aw, it's mostly her wanting to polish my shining armor, as it were.

"You mean fuck you?"

>...

"I'm just saying, let's cut through the cute little monikers here. She wants to fuck you. To fuuuuck you. Hard. Long. And a lot."

>...

"...Weird coming from me, isn't it?"

>UNBELIEVABLY! Please don't do that again.

"No promises."

>Sooo....

"No fires."

>DAMN!
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>42
"Brain"
~~~~

>Okay, don't panic, panicking is bad and the thing you don't want right now, you want calm. Calm is nice, calm is good... BRAIN! ASSIST!

"What do you want me to do?"

>Probable locations, go!

"Too short to go on rides, but she can shapeshift larger. Doesn't have any money for concessions, but she might've 'borrowed' bits from Shining Armor's bag. Might be looking for them, which means she'd be constantly on the move. And finally, she's a changeling, so she might instinctively just blend into a crowd."

>...That wasn't helpful at all!

"Sure it was, now you know how boned you are."

>I'LL SHOW YOU BONED!

"No no, if you don't put that hoof down right now, I'll show YOU boned."

>... I don't... what?

"I, your brain, will show YOU, BONED. Notice the comma."

>...

"Give it a second."

>...GAH!

"Nosebleed?"

>FUFH UUU!

"I didn't even show you anything this time."

>...Eaf a difh.

"Oh, is that what you want to see? Well, if you insist."

>NO NO NO NO....

*POW!*

"Ooooh, you are so lucky you can't notice black eyes..."

>Shuh uh...
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Non-canon

After hearing the Evangelion preview song so many times, I decided to check out the soundtrack. I couldn't resist doing a crossover for a particular song and doing a certain scene.

>Spike
"Twilight"
'Rarity'
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Spike exits through the shield surrounding Canterlot. Canterlot has been in lockdown ever since the cordyceps outbreak began, but Spike has proven himself immune to the fungi.
>Are you sure we detected an infected out here? I don't see anything so far.

"Scout the perimeter. There's definitely something out there."

A pink creature the size of a filly walks out the woods and gives a low growl. It's face is covered by an armor-like growth that looks like a nightmarish mask, or helmet. Spike eventually notices the tiara on it's head.
>...DT?

"That's...not DT anymore. That is your target."

>But...I can't...I can't fight DT.

The infected DT leaps, pounces on Spike and forces him to the ground. She starts strangling him with her hooves. Spike grabs her hooves in each claw and pries them away from his neck. Then 2 tendrils sprout from her back. They wrap around his neck and starts constricting.

'Twilight, we have to send some reinforcements to pull him out of there!'

"Wait....Spike why aren't you fighting back?"

>It's DT! I'm not going to fight her!

"Spike, pull out charity and defend yourself."

>NO! DT's in there. I'm not going to kill her.

"If you don't you're going to die."

>I'd rather die then!

"I guess we have no choice. Rarity use the Iron Mare enchantment."

'Twilight? But it's not ready yet! I'm not done fine-tuning it yet.'

"It's going to be more useful than Spike is right now and we'll spread the contamination to the guards if we send them in...Activate the Iron Mare enchantment."

'...okay. Activating the Iron Mare Enchantment.'
Rarity's horn glows.

Spike suddenly found himself opening his hand and Charity flies right into it. Charity melts in his hand covering his body in metal armor. It forces the tendrils off Spike's throat

>What's...what's going on?
BGMhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tNOMRr74VGc

Spike involuntarily grabs DT's forehooves. DT roars at his face, struggles to get free, and her tendrils once again attempt to choke Spike. After a while, there's a loud SNAP. The bones in her forelegs broke.
>NO!
Spike's arms grab hold to the tendrils swinging DT to the ground. He grabs her by the throat and starts pulling on the tendril.
>WHY CAN'T I CONTROL MY BODY!?!
He rips out the tendril and flings it to the side, spraying a brownish green liquid everywhere.
'Dear Celestia, this isn't what I thought was going to happen. The Iron Mare was only meant to act in self-defense if Spike's unconscious! It's not suppose to be this brutal!'

"..."

>TWILIGHT! MAKE IT STOP!

"..."
The other tendril tries to wrap around Spike, but he grabs it and violently rips it off. More brownish green liquid sprays. DT tries to kick him in the back with her hind leg, but he block it with a kick, then stomps it with a sickening crack, rendering the leg motionless.
>PLEASE STOP!
His leg raises up and delivers a drop kick to her chest. The sound of a crack can be heard. His arm starts punching her in the face over and over again cracking the mask.
*PUNCH*
*PUNCH*
*PUNCH*
*PUNCH*

>STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!
Spike's claws dig into the mask and tears it off, revealing DT's face, eyes closed. bleeding from her nose and mouth. Spike raises his hand into a fist.
>NOOOOO!!!
*CRACK*
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>Chrysalis
"18"
'???'
[???]
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>Uggghhh! This is so freaking boring!

"You could always stop waiting for the guy. I plan on it-"

>NO! I need you here, specifically, so I can guilt trip Shiny into taking me on the tunnel of love after he takes you.

"Ah."

>...But you're right, this is boring as shit. Which way did Maney say she was going? Could use a bit of spice in my life.

"...How should I know?"

>Well, presumably she screamed something like "AND NOW I AM OFF TO THE RACING OF EEEEEEVVIIIILLL... with the roller coaster!" or something when she left, right?

"Okay, one, that was a freakishly good impression."

>How is that surprising? Changeling.

"Two, I was in our room last night, how would I know what Maney said?"

>...She didn't come to the room last night?

"No?"

>That's funny... she checked in...

"Chrysalis?"

>One moment, if you please.

She abruptly stood up, and headed over to the front desk.

In a coincidental moment, Mane-Iac and Poindexter just so happened to walk down the hallway.

"Oh! Hey guys. Well, didn't think you were going to spend the night together."

[Aw, come on, you know it wasn't like that.]

'INDD- Nope! Hah! Stopped it that time!... Indeed, Poindexter invited me to spend some time with hi-'

>GUY!? WHAT GUY!?

"..."
'...'
[...meep.]

"Maney?"

'Uhyeeeessss, Paperworkia?'

"Grab Poindexter and jump out that window."

'...'

"Now."

'AH-'

"Silently!"

Confused, but never one to question File-estria, the insane mare quickly grabbed hold of Poindexter, and jumped out the nearest window.

[I OWE YOU ONE!]

"You have no idea..."

Even from here, she could feel Chrysalis's building fury.

This was not going to end well...
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>2
"Various"
'???'
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>DAAAAA DADA DA DA DAAAAA! DADADA!

"GAH!"

"HOLY SHIT!"

"WHAT IS THAT!?"

"IT'S LIKE A CANNON BALL!"

"...One that weirdly leaves marshmallows in my pockets?"

"Huh."

>ZOOOM!

"HELP!"

"MY SPLEEN!"

>FASTER! I GOTTA GET TA' SHINY! I GOTSTA-

It was as if the world had stopped.

She collided, head first, with some other force. An unstoppable force met an immoveable object.

...Well, mostly immovable. Less immovable than she was unstoppable, technically.

'Ow!'

>Oh crackers! Sorry, 56!

'Pain! At last I feel pain!... It is kind of weird. Is this what it's like to be a pony all the time?'

>I dunno.

'Oh, right, you wouldn't... what's up? I'm getting some Cotton Candy for moons, you want to come with?'

>CAN'T! I'm on a mission!

'Can I help?'

>YES! If you see them, give me the signal!

'Got it!'

With that she ran off, bowling over ponies once more.

'....Waiiiit a minute!'

"MY HOOF!"

'...Nope, nevermind, it's gone... what was I doing again?... OH RIGHT! Caramel apples for Moons! That was it.'

"LIKE A TINY BALL OF PAIN!"

'Wonder what that's all about?'
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>55
"???"
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>Okay... I have three of the little coin things, do I need more or less to go on the waterslide?... Darn it! Why is pony language so hard to read!? WHAT DOES THIS NUMBER MEAN!?

"If a fife."

>...I'm sorry? I couldn't hear you, I think that hoof in your face is blocking you, miss...?

"Twilife"

>Hiya miss twilife!... What's a five?

"...Your number is fifty five."

>Yeeeeeah?

"You... YOUR NUMBER IS FIFTY FIVE!"

>Right!

"HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT A FIVE IS!?"

>I've just never really had a need to know it, I guess? Like, when am I ever going to use it?

"...All of that power, all of those abilities..."

>Well, I don't think knowing five is that great of an ability, really.

*WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM!*

>Your friends have just been staring at you this whole time, I want you to know. I think they're worried. Except the blue one, she's laughing. Must have a funny joke in her head.

*WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM!*

>Uh oh. You uh, you look grumpy. Here! Why don't you go on the waterslide? You've got some bits, I do, there should be enough however much that is!

*WHAMWHAMWHAM!*

>...No?

*WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM*

>...Gonna take that as a no.
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>32
[???]
"Reggie"
'Q'
-Flim-
~Flam~
_Morlocks_
@50@
(44)
$77$
#29#
<Pommel>

>Just keep walking...just...just keep walking...there has to be something, something on the horizon, right?

[Right.]

>Oh, you're back.

32 pants as he struggles up a particularly high dune, teeth gritting, legs shaking, his eyes squinted as particles of sand sneak into his eyes.

>How much...farther?

[Just to the top of the dune, promise. Believe me, if this was easy, it wouldn't be worth doing.]

>We ARE talking about getting my mind back under my control, right?

[Of course, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't think you needed to go through a little hardship in order to get your head straight.]

>Well you aren't putting me through horrible scenario after horrible scenario, so you're by far the lesser of two evils.

[Aw shucks, I'm blushing...you can't see it, but I am. Almost there now, watch your step. That jerk made the tops of these dunes extra shifty because...well, jerk.]

>Almost...got it! Phew...that was...

32 trails off as he beholds what awaits him on the horizon.

[Yeah, he really went all out.]

There is a castle, giant, grand, but damaged and half a ruin, standing off into the distance. It is alive with what appears to be a massive swarm of changelings, flying about its turrets and walls in disorganized squadrons.

>...so he made that and holed himself up in there?

[Yep. He's in the final stages of assimilating your mind, but he needs to keep his focus to do that.]

>So I storm the castle like some knight in...

[Shining Armor, yes, yes, pony names make things weird.]

>You ARE seeing the army of changelings down there, right?

[I do see them, but I see you as well. This is still your dream, even now when he is so close to victory. Now, however, you can operate without his interference.]

>...what are you proposing?

[Call for help, they will come.]

>Who?

Your friends. Friends you have, friends you had, friends you forgot, and friends you have denied. Call to them, and they will aid you.]

>...do you really think so?

[I'll level with you, you've been a real shit to a lot of people, but even now there are those who'll come to your aid when the chips are down. There is hurt, true, more hurt than you could think, but times can heal all wounds, especially if you make the effort.]

>The voice of a child, the words of a wiseman.

[Buddy you have no idea. Now, call.]

32 closes his eyes, he exhales, then inhales.

>Friends...wherever you are, whoever you are, if you truly count me as one, answer my plea. Help me...Help me!

There is silence.

>Well...that's depressing.

[Shush, listen!]

32 cocks an ear, a sound, small, but growing, he can barely make out the sound of a whistle...

Then a blur explodes from the slope below, ramping the dune and coming to a halt before him. 32 blinks.

>Is...is that?

"It's bigger!"

'It's badder!'

-~We added in air conditioning!~-

Reggie, Q, Flim, and Flam stand atop what appears to be a combination cider machine, monster truck, and tank.

-~The Super Speedy Cider Squeezy Six Thousand Mark 3!~-

>Guys!

"Heya boss, we finally found ya! What're ya doin' in a desert?"

>It's a long story. Well, you guys sure aren't an army, but I'm glad to have you!

'About that...'

"Behind ya, numbnuts."

32 grimaces and looks behind him as another changeling makes his way up the dunes.

#Of all the incessant nuisances this sand is going to stay inside my holes for the longest time, I can feel it!#

>29, you're here too?

#Well of course, mine wayward kin, does not the ant come to the defense of his bretheren? I would be remiss to not be capable of what a lesser insect is!#

>I'm happy to have you, anyway, even if we all might die horribly.

'Nobody's dying, dream, remember?'

>Oh right-

'But then again, surviving a large amount of pain isn't very preferable.'

>...thanks, Q.

'You're welcome.'

"Fancy boy here's just the tip of the iceberg, though! Lookit!"

32 feels a presence behind him, turning he finds himself face to face with a snarling angry looking changeling.

>Aw crap.

@You snivelin' grub, what've you gotten us into THIS time!?@

>Nice to see you too, 50.

@Not just me, the whole unit's here!@

50 steps aside and it's as if 32 has stepped through a doorway to the past as nine familiar faces look at him.

>But...you're dead...

@It's a dream, ya stupid bastard, now do ya want our help or not?@

>Of course, please!

@S'more like it!@

(Wooo, we're killing off 32, everybody! Not OUR 32, but A 32!)

There are a few scattered cheers, 32 blinks as he notices there's someone missing from the group.

>Where's-

[Leeeet's just table that, okay? She's...at large.]

$Brother...$

77 steps forward.

$It is good to fight alongside you again.$

32 grimaces, then shakes his head.

>In a twisted sort of way, I agree, 77. Now-

[Forgetting some people...]

>Who!?

[You know who.]

>...no.

[Yes.]

>It's DAYTIME! THEY'LL DIE!

'Dream.'

>...seriously?

[I'm moving mountains trying to get you back in power and you can't move the moon?]

'Rude.'

>Alright, here goes nothing...

[It's not that hard, you're just flicking a lightswitch, really.]

>Really?

In an instant, night fell over the desert.

[Really.]

$Bit of an anti-climax.$

The ground begins to rumble.

@Are ya SURE this is a good idea?@

>Would you rather fight all of them by yourself-do NOT answer that!

From below the sand rises a tide of pale-skin and sharp teeth, as one they regard 32 and his allies with luminous eyes.

@...if those fuckers eat me again, I will haunt you.@

32 frowns.

>I promised I wouldn't lead them to war...

[No, you promised to never to a war they would lose.]

$And we aren't going to.$

"Also, y'know, this is more of a battle. We got a deadline to keep after all."

>Right, let me on the Cider Squeezy.

"Who said you were riding with us?"

>...common sense?

-The Cider Squeezy Mk3 is a vast improvement over the previous iterations!-

~But what you need, my friend, is speed and maneuverability!~

>Well where the hell am I going to get that!?

[Just a moment...here he comes.]

The sounds of a rapidly accelerating hoverbike grow louder and louder in 32's ears until it arrives at the top of the dune in a cloud of dust and sand.

<Oh shit, I was going to fast!>

32 coughs, waving away the dust.

>I...know that voice.

The dust clears.

Pommel smiles down at 32 from the same hoverbike they rode out on that fateful day.

<Hey buddy, going my way?>

32 looks at his best friend, then to the castle.

>Yeah...I think I am.

<Sweet, hop on. I think I'll drive this time.>

[We're running up the clock here, find him, end him, make it quick.]

32 looks at his friends, all there, all prepared to fight alongside him.

>Don't worry...

He hops onto the bike.

>This won't take long.
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>29
"MM"
'Zecora'
[Trixie]
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>This seems illegal.

"Do you realize how often you say that?"

'It does seem to happen every other day, if I were to be honest. As if some higher force plays us every say, just like a godlike pianist'

"...Honest and pianist rhyme?"

>Huh... apparently.

"This is so weird."

>Right? Words spoken so apart in context and in look so strange upon thine eyes, yet a harmony between them seems to exist beyond what we can see.

"It's almost beautiful, isn't it?"

>Indeed, that words we've spoken many a day hold secrets we did not know. As with all things, much lives beneath it's surface that we will never see, only lacking in the proper context to drive us to discovery.

'And with every new reveal of those things, the sight of our world grows just a touch wider. Not through any real movement on the part of the grander scale, simply us removing our own divider.'

>With every crumb there lies a thousand tales yet to be told, a intricate weave of a journey long or short.

'And yet we can only see that which lies in our own path. We do not even realize that though separate we hold together other's tales, as if they the plaster and we the lath.'

>But what is the point, if not to seek the truth? To find the meaning within every tale, the beat of every heart! Be ye the soul in the flesh of a heart that yet beats, or one lost of this world! Within every inch of magic, there is-

*BOOOM!

>'”...”'

[THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE HAS MADE AN ERROR! CHEESE IT!]

>Well, that killed the mood.

“I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!”
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>Chitania
"Vendor"
~~~~~

"HOW!?'

>Pffft, 'test your strength' my ass!

"No, seriously, how did you do that? Your muscle mass is not high enough to contain the necessary exertion of energy required, you simply don't have enough tension to pull it off!"

>...

"...This is a part time gig, I'm studying to be a doctor."

>I'm happy for you.

"Mom's happy, yeah."

>But I would like to run something by you real quick, try to follow me.

"..."

>...I just punched through something specifically designed to be punched by the strongest ponies out there. I punched THROUGH it. And as you can see, no magic, no external help, no nothing. Normally, you would wish to investigate this, yes?

"Yeah?"

>But then I would like you to remember... I can do the same to a pony. How? How is not the thing you should be focusing on, I would think.

"...Here are your prizes! All of them! ALL OF THE PRIZES!"

>I don't even want any. Later, asshole.

"What a bitch... and yet, something is oddly attractive about her..."

>HEARD THAT!

"WHOOPWHOOPWHOOPWHOOP!"
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>56
"Dadling"
________

>Soooo....

“Go ahead. I dare you, 56. Go ahead and ask, see what happens.”

>...Lovely day out there, ain’t it?

“Yes it is, quite lovely. Real lovely, actually. In fact, you know what would make this moment even lovelier?”

>Drats, I opened the door for this o-

“IF I WEREN’T SNORTING BANANA PIECES OUT OF MY NOSTRILS!”

>I saw. Well, see. I see that, I see the piles of ‘nana on the floor, Mr. name-too-long. Mr. NTL. Hm. NTL, that’s my name for ya from now on. Anyway, yeah, I noticed. Not gonna ask, tho’.

“You sure? You look like you want to ask. Don’t be afraid. Ask.”

>Naaaaaah, ‘cuz I already know what happened!

“No you do-”

>Ya tried to wake up Batty and Moons by bangin’ on the door so they shoved a ‘nana up your nose and went back to snoozin’. Right?

Dadling blinked.

“Yeah, fuck you, t- OOOOOOOGH!”

A sudden sparkle from down the hall broke the sound barrier as it zipped the distance there to Dadling’s mouth.

As he soared past 56, the youngling caught a glimpse of what looked like a pristine bar of soap wedged in his cousins maw.

>…huh. That was… odd. What was that he’d said before catchin’ that soap to the jaw…?

He puzzled, and puzzled some more, until happily shrugging.

>Ah well! Guess I’ll wait then!

Because he was smart enough not to disturb two highly volatile mares while they slept. So he would stand with hard-won caramel apples in hoof until they awoke properly.
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>Spike
"42"
'77'
-DT-
+SS+
~~~
-Spike, why are you stopping at the arcade? We have the damn simulator! Better than anything they could offer.-

'To be fair, the simulator could also simulate this whole theme park, but I'm still preferring the real thing to a simulation.'

>Well, actually, about that. Check it out, guys.

Spike gestures to stripped down versions of the Simulator with multiple pods, the banner above displaying: Fawntine Industries Presents: Alicorn's Creed Multiplayer! (Slip into the role of a legendary hero of Equestria or the Griffon Empire and live the legends in this all-historical brawl!)

"Huh, a new form of fighting game?"

+I don't think that's what he means... Check out these personas, guys.+

Diamond tiara gestures to the Character Selection

'The Sentinel?'
77 looks at an earth pony that looks much like his Dusty persona from some time back. Armed with a bone knife.

"The Strong Mare?"
A dark colored earth pony clad in slipshod armors, including a helmet made from three helms slapped together

-The Sapper? Okay, what the hell is a sapper to begin with?-

>It's a type of engineer who specializes in using explosives to clear obstacles.

-Oh... Still, this is bullshit! My daddy holds our trademarks! I'm gonna sue their asses!-

+Oh, cool, PJ and I are in here too. She's the 'The Independant' and I'm listed under 'The Lady Maverick'. ... No way am I gonna dress that slutty when I grow up.+

>Ew... That's just wrong what they did to you.

'I concur. simply vile.'

-Their asses are SO sued.-

"Still not have as bad as what they did to Spike's persona."

42 points to 'The Hybrid', a malformed, mishapened mass of scales mixed with flesh, a humped back, a profile which lists a history of 'acts of degeneracy and serial rapist' and 'cowers behind stolen technology he does not comprehend', and piss poor stats

>And strangely, I'm actually flattered.

"you need help."
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>Applejack
"Rarity"
'Jetset'
{ AJ13 }

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'Hmm...'

>Well?

'I could have sworn she was here with 2 other fellows.'

>...so you don't know where she is?

'...You know there's an odd amount of folks not being where they're suppose to be.'

"Hold on...I'm done tweaking my detection spell and enchanted my sunglasses with it. If I look though the glasses, I should be able to see an aura coming off changelings. This way we don't bring attention to Arana."

>Great, but does it actually work?

Puts it on and looks around.
"Well I can see a glow coming from behind that Tilt-a-Whirl."

>Then what are we waiting for?
They run to the location and find a pair of black legs sticking out of a garbage can.

"A...Arana? Is that you, dear?"
Applejack lifts the changeling out.

{Oh...hello.}

>Hi....you...who are you again?

{I'm Applejack 13. I was on the tilt-a-whirl but I got flung out of the seat and landed in the garbage.}

"Oh you poor thing. Were you stuck?"

{I was, but then I found this half eaten cotton candy in the garbage. Can you believe someone threw this away? This might be my lucky day!}

"But you got flung off a ride."

{I know! And I only suffered a minor concussion, a bent wing, and a chipped tooth this time!}

>Uh...okay. Enjoy yourself then.

{Oh I will!}

>...Okay, so it works. Let's find Arana now.

"I can see a pair glowing in that direction over there."

>Well, let's check em out.
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Non-canon
>Idris
"Gwen"
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In a chaotic battlefield, two regents fought side by side as king and queen, protectors of their realm

"Oh! Look out, Idris!"

Gwen locks her autocannons and unleashes a flurry of lead to destroy the missile swarms, not noticing the sniper distantly behind her locking onto her head

The shot rang out but hit only steel as Idris protected his wife and returned fire from his particle projection cannon

>Are you alright, dear?

"I'm fine, but these numbers are daunting! We've been at this for over and hour, it's hopeless!"

>NOTHING IS HOPELESS AS LONG AS I SAY IT IS! BECAUSE I AM THE SOVEREIGN OF THE GREAT AND NOBLE GRIFFON KINGDOMS! OOOOOOH YEAH!

'Hey, you guys seem to be having fun.'

>"BAWKAW!"

>I-I mean, we are only distracted, handslave dragon.

'My name's spike, though we've never talked much, just wanted to say I'm glad to see folks enjoying this place.'

"Uhhh... charmed... Uh... Idris, perhaps we've spent enough of our money on this game of piloted machines."

>I-I concur, we should head over to the World's Fair thing... Farewell, handslave.

'Huh... Maybe I outta tell Celestia those two like the arcade games here.'
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>OO7
"???"
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>Alright, got to figure out a means to track her better.... maybe a magical stone of some kind? Or a television, or-

*CRUNCH!*

>OW!

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING FUCKO!"

>YOU STEPPED ON ME BITCH!... where was I... I know! A giant robot with dinosaur honing powers! That's the ticket!

"Your ideas are dumb!"

>YOU'RE DUMB!
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