Sage - Equestrian Invasion (Day 5 - 6, unfinished)

Beginning of Day 5
>You awake to the sound of a loud fucking bang, you instinctively bolt up off the couch/bed. It’s the television
>You left it on overnight.
>Scared the shit out of you. You notice that in the process Rainbow Dash rolled onto the floor.
>Your sudden movements invoke a moan from dash, her slumber having been disturbed.
>Gently, you apologize for your stupidity and kiss her on the head, half a mind on the plan for the day.
>Today is Monday, there’s work to be done.
>You shut off the television and make your way over to the door of the girls’ room. You knock in attempt to awake them. *Knock,Knock,Knock*
>Silence
>You knock again
>Silence
>*Worry levels rising*
>You call out for them, and receive no answer still. You open the door, and your stomach falls to your ass
>Lyra is sleeping on the floor, snoring like horses snore. That’s all you see
>you put your ear up against the bathroom door. You hear nothing but a trickle of water
>You immediately start to panic
>Your first thought is to tear shit up looking for them
>You think maybe you should try to be calm about it
>You quickly awaken the once again sleeping beauty in your living room.
>RD: “A-Anon? Uggh. Get back down here with me, it’s too *yawn*early.
>That’s exactly what you’re trying to resist. As much as you wish you could just lay here with her, there are urgent matters at hand.
>You look out the window of your dwelling and, to your fucking horror, you see a group of people standing out in front of the building.
>Shit shit shit
>The girls are out there. They’re talking to somebody.  This is bad. The person is wearing a badge. What in the name of Christ happened? Nobody had come into your house since last night when you arrived home.

>You need options. You could go down there and ask what the problem is, considering you didn’t think they had evidence on you. Every instinct you had told you not to wait.
>You weren’t just going to sit there. You quickly get dressed. For some stupid reason, you decide taking your old knife in your pocket is a good idea.
>If things ever got to that point, you were pretty much beyond screwed. You open the door and step out into the sunlight.
>Slowly approach the girls and whoever the fuck this was
>As you near the group, the girls notice you. So does he. He doesn’t seem pleased by your appearance.
>He says goodbye and walks away; that bastard.
>TS: “Oh, good morning Anon.”
“Good morning girls. Forgive my haste, but we need to get ready. We have to get to work today if we’re going to hope to find the portal”
>You get them back inside the building and begin preparing breakfast. You need to know why they were outside in the first place, but that can wait until later
>To save time, it’s just waffles and fruit for breakfast, you trying to accommodate their generally vegetarian tendencies
>You all take places at the table with rainbow Dash at your side
>It goes largely uneventful, until someone breaks the atmosphere.
>TS: “Hey Anon? There’s a question I had for you. If what you said about that television show is true, then why weren’t we recognized at your school?
>You hadn’t thought about it. Sure, not everybody took up an interest in a tv show about magical talking ponies who were all best friends, which had a primary targeted audience of prepubescent females, but with the shows cult following, wasn’t it somewhat likely that your school of 3,000 would have at least one other than you? Apparently not. *You’re a special kind of faggot*
“I don’t know what to say to that. I guess people don’t take time to watch TV.”
TS: “ Oh, alright”
>More silence
>AJ: “Can ah ask ya a question might quick Anon? What’s a Nig-ger?”
“…”
>All: “…”
“Um… ,”
>*shit*
“Well, you remember when you girls were watching TV, and the guards were arresting all those brown people?”
>AJ: “Yeah.”
Well…um…  a nigger is kind of an impolite word you use to refer to people with brown skin. We call them “black” people
>AJ: “But that don’t make a lick uh sense, they’re not even black”
“I don’t make the rules AJ, I just follow them”
>The rest of breakfast went well enough. There wasn’t much to do but get ready for the school day.
>With all the recent happenings, you wanted to take extra precautionary measures, so you gave Twilight the old phone for the day. You were primarily concerned about scruffy, however
>That demented cock mongrel would have his twisted eye out, you were sure.
>At 7:15 you all piled into the car and went on your merry way.
>As you pull out from the building, you almost collide with a pic related car. Holy shit that fucker must be blind. Asshole needs to fucking watch where he’s going
>You decide you don’t have time for this shit and simply continue on to the school.
>With spike and Lyra still back at the building, the girls fill the time with random chatter about the more intricate nuances of the human world
>Apparently Twilight was still bothered by the violence
>TS: “So let me get this straight, humans kill each other and make fun of it because they think it’s fun? Is that what we’re supposed to be getting out of it?”
“Well, only some of the time. Other times it’s for legitimate reasons.
PP: “That doesn’t sound very fun…”
>Odd; you’d always thought Pinkie would be the most likely of the group to be a murderous psychopath
>Before long, you’re about half a mile from the school.
Wait what the fuck
>In your rearview, you can see that same vehicle from the building, the one you almost ran into.
>It’s hard to imagine you would be going to the same place.
>You decide to test the nigga.
>You out the pedal to the metal, running a red light in the process.
>This mongrel is as careless a bastard as you are, speeding narrowly past an incoming car.
>TS: “Anon! ARE- you-CRAZY?!”
>R: “I’m sorry darling, but your antics do seem to have caused quite the dilemma.
>As you look in the rearview mirror, you ee that 2 cars had swerved to avoid you, hitting eachother
>Oh shit. My bad
>That red light had been pretty much your only idea. You’re not sure how to lose the imbecile on your tail, and you’re anxious to get back to matters at hand.
>*Gears Turning*
>You’re thinking of ideas
>Maybe you should just get out and fight?
>Not at all a creative or impressive sequence of events, but god damn it you didn’t feel like dealing with this fucker
>You stop and pull over in the parking lot of McDonald’s
>You get out of the car and look back at the one that was on your ass
Girls, stay in the car. This won’t take long
>Applejack is about to say something, but you close the door before she can speak.
>The other car starts to pull into the parking lot, but stops midway.
>For a good few seconds you and the car just stand there and exchange stares, as if you in a staring contest
>Perhaps the biggest sperg you’ve ever seen steps out. He’s complete with the whole package: merch, neckbeard, heavy breathing; Why is it that every mlp fan in this god damn city is a fucking autist?
>You could run at him head on, but he has a thick hide. A punch would probably just reflect off of his blubber.
>You could just go with the usual. If it isn’t broke, why fix it, right?
>You run up at the faggot, fully intent on crushing his testicles into nothing with your left foot
>The sperglord brings up his meaty arm and swings a great swing, letting a fierce war, but you will not be dissuaded.
>You buck right, easily dodging the enormous stick of lard.
>You charge straight at the sperg and aim straight between the balls
>You crack a smile at the resulting agony
>The fag doubles over in pain on the sidewalk, clutching his barely existent “manhood” with his disproportionately large hands, beginning to cry
>His cries are music to your ears.
>You bend your knees to get closer to his face
>You whisper: “Keep them coming. I will take every one of you down if it means keeping these girls safe.”
>He can do nothing. You consider reaping a trophyand taking his shoes, but change your mind once you look at his feet.
>Considering the situation, you judge the situation to be somewhat diffused for the time-being
>You get back into the car. The girls look calm, it appears they’re ok with the way you handled things.
>7:25. You had more than enough time to make it back to the school.
>The ride there is short and sweet, some mindless female chatter taking up atmosphere in your automobile.
>You make sure to park around the back. It just seemed like a good idea.
>7:35. You had about 20 minutes before class started, and the halls didn’t fill until 5 minutes before the bell range. You consider taking this chance to clear the current wing of the building.
>It wouldn’t be convenient to be caught in the middle of the search.
“Well, we’ve got about 15 minutes to spend. Should we get to work?’
>TS: “Sure, but have you any idea how we should start?”
>AJ: “Considerin’ how last time went, ah reckon we should go in groups from now on.”
>FS: “T-that sounds safer”
>PP:”SEEAARCH-PARTY!”
>Pinkie pie throws her arm in the air, releasing a cloud of confetti and streamers, seemingly out of hammer space
>the fuck…
>It was one thing to watch it, but witnessing it made it all the more mysterious. Fucking magic…
>AJ: “So, how should we partner up?”
“Well, when the bell rings, we’ll want to get out of the open quickly, and if your schedules align, then we can just divide that way.”
>RD: “Anon and I have first class together, so we’ll go together.”
>Dash hugs up on you, clinging to your person like the defensive alpha that she is.
>*processing*
>*Error, 404 not found*
>*searching for solutions*
>Rainbow Dash, Rarity, and Fluttershy had been enrolled in classes, but the other 3 were mysteries to you
“Applejack, Twilight, Pinkie; do you 3 have classes to attend?
>TS: “Um… not that I know of…?”
>AJ: “When Ah got here, Ah set off to fahnd the rest of these girls, ah haven’t been in the classrooms yet. I just happened to stuble upon a ball game and let mahself in.
>PP: “When I got here I went to look for the others but I saw this group of people and one of them had really funny hair, so I started to touch it but I don’t think he wanted me to so he walked away but I asked him if we could be friends and then I started singing a song and thenIsawthismanwhostartedtalkingtomeaboutmyclassesandIsaidIdidn’thaveanyandthen-“
“PINKIE!”
>PP: “Oh, sorry Anon. I got carried away. Long story short, he gave me my own schedule to follow.”
>Jesus she could talk fast.
>Again, even more peculiar to hear firsthand
“Ok, so Twilight and Applejack are free. Fluttershy, you and pinkie are going tohave to attend class in order to avoid suspicion. Is that fine?”
>PP: “SURE THING ANON!”
>FS: “Yes, that’s fine.”
“Twilight, Applejack; you two are going to have a tougher problem. Almost all of the school is going to be occupied during the day, and it might not be such a good idea to wonder the halls with staff around. You two should probably lay low while classes are in session, like in the library or something”
>TS: “It’s ok. I can continue to do research in the library. I’m sure Applejack can find something, right Applejack?”
>AJ: “Uh, yeah, sure. Don’t you worry about us. We’ll be just fine sugarcube.
“Fair enough then. Rainbow and I will head in our direction. Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy; could you three head in the opposite wing? Twilight and Applejack, I’m assuming you both could head back in the direction of the library.
>They all comply
>You all part for the first half of the day

>You and RD are in first period.
>Teacher is talking about Black Bears
>You look over at RD
>That look on her face doe
>You can tell that lack of close contact with you has slightly upset her
>You try to get her attention when teacher turns back
“Psst”
>She turns her head to face you.
>You look into each other’s eyes and fall through
>She loves you, and you love her. Nothing can change that
>Your mind races ahead of your heart
>Nothing can be seen; except for the final day
>The portal is open.
>Reality has been transcended itself.
>There is nothing but pain
>She has to leave, you know this is goodbye.
>She’s sad, distraught
>No, not this
>The world starts to disintegrate beneath your feet
>You fall, and continue falling in a void of black, gaining sped with no end in sight. Her cries are all that you can hear. You left her.
>You allowed this. You caused her sadness.
>You abandoned her, she is-
>BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
>AH FUCK. FUCK YOU TOO SCHOOL BELL
>During the blackout, 1st period appeared to have ended.
>Rainbow Dash stood next to your desk, waiting impatiently.
>You both say your heartfelt goodbyes
>Next is study hall
>You could check for Twilight and Applejack at the library.
>Sure. Why not
>Walk to the library
>*Scanning*
>*Searching for targets*
>*Targets acquired*
>Twilight is trying to help Applejack to learn how to use a computer
>Oh shit
>They’re on the internet
>Google chrome
>Time stops. You could have died right then and there.
>By some twisted hand of god, they’ve made it to the computer’s history

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>Forget the TV show drama, if Twilight sees this she will surely lose her shit
>*Desynchronization Imminent*
>Fuck Fuck Fuck
>Quickly approach them from behind
“Hey, find anything interesting?”
>They both face you
>TS: “Anon! You’re out of class?”
“It’s study hall right now. I just figured I’d take a trip down here while I had the chance.”
>AJ: “Howdy Anon. While you’re still here, can you understand what this machine is trahin’ to tell me?”
>…
>…
“Oh, that. Um… that just tells you that the computer is working properly. There’s no reason to be concerned about it.”
>Thank god they didn’t have this technology in Equestria.
>You proceed to close the window, but not before completely wiping the computer of all of its history since the beginning of time.
>*Implosion Averted*
>AJ: "Oh, uhh… thanks then partner”
“Sure thing”
>You didn’t really need to go anywhere did you? It’s freakin’ study hall
>You supposed you could hang around here a time longer.
>Not much of importance happens for the rest of study hall.
>Twilight seems to have discovered Harry Potter in the library.
>And the Hunger Games
>She seems to be intrigued by wizardry.
>Oh, right.  You had forgotten about that.
>Anyway, time for second period, science. You’re with Rarity for that class
 >You walk quickly down a surprisingly empty hallway to your science room. Somepeople are already here.
>You wait.
>The bell has just rung, Rarity is still absent
>*Panic Levels Rising*
>6 minutes and 19 seconds more pass. Rarity is still absent
>*Warning; we are now at Defcon 2*
>After a few moments, none other than Miss Rarity walk through the door
>*We are now at Defcon 4*
>Rarity takes her spot beside you.
“Where the hell were you?”
>R: “So sorry if I made you worry darling, but I ruffled my apparel during the first class and the problem simply could not have gone without being rectified.
>Bitch
>Made you sit here and worry like a bitch
>The rest of the first half of the day goes relatively smoothly.
>Now it’s time for lunch.
>Surely you’ll see them all in the commons.
>As you walk into the commons, you scan he area for people of peculiar skin color and or hair color.
>After moments of searching, you spot Rarity and Fluttershy together near the window
>You make your way over to them, stealthy as an assassin
“Hey. How’s the day been?”
>FS: “P-people here are kind of rude.”
>R: “I must say Anon, when browsing the populace of the area, it is easy to say that fashion ranges so widely for your world!”
>Well, at least nothing bad has happened today
>You’ve got two, now you need 4 more.
>You feel a pair of arms grab you from behind, and you almost elbow the bastard right in his fucking mouth.
>It’s Rainbow Dash, and she’s happy to see you.
>You’re still a ladykiller Anon.
>Finding Pinkie shouldn’t be too hard
>Speak of the fucking devil
>Just then, out of the corner of your eye, you spy a pink twister mercilessly tearing through the commons, wringing nothing but speech and enthusiasm upon many poor souls.
>You should probably go and get her.

>TS: “I think that bell is the fourth bell, and Anon said we should meet in the commons after the fourth bell. Let’s go Applejack”
>AJ: “Sure thing Twi, just lemme see about this here fancy dohicky
>From the movies she had seen in the human world, Applejack was fascinated by the devices used in those western shootouts. Applejack was looking at a picture of a pistol.
>AJ: “In the movies, them hero type folk always win using them there things. Remember when we were watchin’ the television? The guards in this this world use em’ too. Ah guess they’re like a thing used to keep order”
>TS: “And you’re planning on getting one?
>AJ: “It sure would be neat, wouldn’t it?

>You had managed to calm pinkie enough to get her follow you to the library.
>>In the process, Twilight and Applejack also somehow happened to find you on their own. And that made 7 of you. Probably.
 >You could use this chance to continue looking for the portal, wherever the hell it was.
>Luckily you had remembered to also bring the walkie talkies(God Damn that sounded stupid), so that you could again, communicate over distances.
>To avoid immediate suspicion, they were put inside the backpacks
>Lunch lasted 50 minutes. You have about 43 left. Need to work quickly.
>You all disengaged from your herd and formed your respective subunits
>Twilight, Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy were together checking the math and English wings.
>Applejack and Rarity were, in conjunction with one another, checking the science wing
>There was no doubt in your mind that there were people in the band hall. Certain areas would have to wait for another time
>You and Rainbow were searching the upper levels; the nurse was undoubtedly in her office at this time.
>Felt strange, trying to do this during school hours. It felt unsecure.
>At least scruffy had to be careful as well, that deranged imbecile was out for company
>It was a mystery why that lunatic had ever been hired. He went about the school like he was somebody.
>Nigga you ain’t shit

>As you and Rainbow continue your hunt, several moments pass in comfortable silence, without any awkwardness whatsoever.
>This doesn’t persist for long, however.
>RD: “Hey Anon, do you think things will go back to the way they were?”
“I certainly hope not. I wouldn’t want to forget about you Rainbow, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
>You see the beginning of a blush in her face.
>*Time is a tool you can put on the wall, or wear it on your wrist*
>You really did love each other, and with each passing moment you dreaded the passage of time as a cancer, one which could not be halted.
>Facing such a predicament, it was rather easy to be caught up in the passion of love, to drop your guard and surrender your will in admission to your love
>*The past is far behind us, the future doesn’t exist*
>Your bodies are attracted as if 2 pieces of a whole
>You two get closer, engaging in oral stimulation in the middle of the hall way.
>There still lied the wish that this could continue indefinitely.
You find that you rather enjoy the peace of the moment, and relish in the fact that
>Until you feel a peculiar presence gazing upon you.
>You disengage from Dash’s mouth, certain that you were being watched.
>God damn it
>You see him standing at the end of the hall, watching you like the imbecilic creature that he was.
>Your stares meet, and instantly your body is flooded in an arctic sensation that can only be described as invasive.
>This fucking guy
>He had problems, and it wasn’t hard to see it.
>His eye twitched impulsively, signifying malfunction. The flakes of his hair scattered where he walked.
>What’s most unsettling, however, was his speech impediment
>For a second, he just stood there, watching you and Dash with a fixed gaze. He then started to approach you.
>He surveyed your presence and sniffed the air, as if he was trying to identify you as a foreign creature
> “H-HI I’m D-Donny-y, pretty lay-dy. I l-like your hairs.”
>He was touching Dash’s hair. He was fascinated by the color.
>Dash had a perplexed look of fear and disturbance.
>Ah hell no
“Hey, Donny, uh… how bout’ that … terrorism?”
>D: “Oh, H-hey An-ananus”
>Oh god what do you do now

>-----*Time is a ruler to measure the day, it doesn’t go backwards; only one way*
>You are a librarian, a lonely, old, shriveled librarian.
>Thanks to the wonderful school district for which you worked, you could browse live feeds of all library computers from your own workstation.
>One computer specially caught your eye, computer MF- 192.
>Whoever was browsing this computer obviously had problems.
“ Hey Bill, come over here; Check this out.”
>Your coworker may be a moron, but you report to him for the timebeing.
>An assortment of illegal webpages, all dedicated to the sale of weaponry. How the student was able to bypass the school’s web filter you did not know, but this was serious.
“Whaddya think Bill, this seem like a problem to ya?”
>B: “Probably. I’ll tell ya though, that reminds me of a joke I heard the other day, it made me laugh”
“Really, jokes over something like this?”
>B: Don’t ruffle your feathers Lauren. Just file a report to Hornscrabble.
>You quickly set to file the report.  Your curiosity is beckoning
“Hey Bill, what was that joke ya heard anyway?”
>B: Uh… let’s see here, how did it go? Oh yeah! Ok, what’s the [spoiler] difference between a gun and a preschooler? [/spoiler]
> Oh god
“What?”
>B: [spoiler] A gun doesn’t cry when you put bullets in it [/spoiler]
…
>----
>You are Anonymous
>Well just great, not only do you have a plethora of homework assignments, but you also have work on Wednesday. Apparently you had “run out of off time”.
>Twilight was smart right? Surely she could help you with stuff.
>The plan was for the 7 of you to meet at your car as to leave the school and go home
>Just your fucking luck that there was a highly anticipated high school football game that night. That was going to draw a lot of attention to the main hallways.
>Oh well, you’re in no rush right?
>You loved having the girls (and spike?) here.
>It could surely wait.
>At last the 6 of the girls exit the building. You’re relieved to see they’re still all in one piece.
>*As if you would allow otherwise*
>Not much is to be said, so you all pile into your vehicle and head home.
>In all honesty, you were worried about the place. You left a magic wielding pony and an (untrained?) dog at home alone.
>Upon your arrival at the building, you proceed to traverse the stairs with haste to your door.
>You are shocked by what you see on the inside of your dwelling

>You carefully instruct the girls to remain silent as you enter your home
>You’d expected the place to be fucked up in every way imaginable, but maybe Lyra and Spike either knew better or didn’t have the time
>This, however, was entirely unexpected.
>There, inside your home, on the couch, were two sleeping spergs.
>The fuckers were sleeping on your couch, snoring like absolute whales.
>SP: “Heh-heh-hem-ha-hu-huh.”
>It almost made you sick.
>What made you even more so was the fact that you’d left Spike and Lyra here, and had likely seen the spergs, having hidden or been taken
>They probably didn’t find either of them, or else they probably wouldn’t be here still.
>This was bad.
>The problem requires serious damage control
>But, how to tackle this problem was of some concern.
>Your usual tactic wouldn’t work, not against 2 of them at the same time.
>Your thoughts turn to the buck knife still in your pocket from this morning, but are reluctant. The girls probably wouldn’t be ecstatic about murder. Still though, it was tempting.
>Would the spergs wake if you attempted to turn the couch over the stairs leading up to your building? >Fuck it, it’s a plan
“Hey, Rainbow Dash.”
>RD: “Yeah?”
“Go to the bedrooms with the others. See if you can find Spike and Lyra, I’m guessing that they’re still here.”
>The girls quietly trot over to the bedrooms in a single unit, like deer among obese wolves.
 >Once they’re inside, you go to action
>You begin turning the couch at a 90° angle. Thank god these spergs were apparently heavy sleepers.
>The couch continues to move toward the door, and the imbeciles remain completely unaware of their surroundings.
>You continue to inch closer to the entrance.
>The couch is now at the door, but this is going to be the hardest part.
>It needs to turn a corner with very minimal collision with the wall and miniscule turbulence with the floor
“God damn it”
- - - - -
>Somwhow, you managed to get the couch out the door and in front of the stairway leading to ground level
>This was going to be very satisfying.
>You push the couch over the top of the staircase with your foot, watching with content as the bastards quite literally roll to the ground.
>Their shouts are music to your ears, provoking a formation of a thirst for violence in your psyche.
> These faggots are worthless, and you wish to see them all burn; to see them all die slowly by your own hand. Their meaningless lives will be torn away from them, pain will be wrought upon their souls, leaving nothing but despair and misery in its wake. Nothing will save them, not even-
>You are returned from these thoughts by Rainbow Dash.
>Spike and Lyra had been found in the Laundry Room and Shower, respectively, seemingly unharmed.
>These spergs really were some dirty bastards, not even bothering to check the bathroom.
>But they were still conscious.
>Like an animal you race down the stairs more than one at a time
>As one of them is getting up, you summon all possible force into your left fist and connect it with the fucker’s cranium, sending him down to the pavement with a slam, putting him out cold
>Once again you feel satisfied, the collision of skull and concrete providing an orgasmic rush of pleasure.
>By this time, the other one is charging at you, ready to crush you with one of his massive arms
>A single moron is incredibly easy to take down alone.
>With every intention in the world, you make an arc around his abdominal space, easily avoiding his swing.
> You rear your foot and bring it forward, punishing his “manhood” with decimation, relishing in the auditory submission to pain
>You procede to kick him in the head, removing him from the realm of the conscious.
>At this point, you’re very tired. Must have taken more energy than you’d thought.
>As tired as you now feel, the issue still has not disappeared.
>You now have two unconscious spergs in front of your building.
>Chances are, more may show up. You’d hope that these two wouldn’t come back when they woke up. >You’re always up for conflict, but their timing had been mildly inconvenient.
>…
>Eh; Fuck em’, just call the police.
- - - - - -
>Well that took some fucking time
>Now it was 6:45.
>And with the departure of the law from your humble abode, it finally hit you that the spergs had been sleeping where you and Dash would normally sleep
>Now it just felt dirty, trying to occupy the same space, like the atmosphere had been tainted.
>In truth, you should probably be concerned how safe it really is for the girls here, but you didn’t have the luxury of caring where you slept.
>It was only Monday, and you all needed to get through the week.
>But god damn.
>Now you would need to have the thing cleaned.
>But fuck it for now, you didn’t quite have the time for it.
>A can of Lysol would have to suffice in the meantime.
>And then there was dinner.
>Sometime soon, you would have to take a trip to the store to replenish your stock of edible morsels.
>You weren’t keen on leaving the girls at home where you couldn’t watch them, yet at the same time you weren’t sure how well a group shopping trip would end. Last time you’d all gone out in public, it hadn’t exactly been peaceful.
>But still, you briefly thanked the fact that you lived in America, or, rather, in a first world country,  where food was in no shortage at all, seeing as how you had something to prepare for the night, but probably only for the next 2-3 nights.
>For tonight though, it was going to be pasta with broccoli and mushrooms mixed in. And you think you have some sausage in the freezer for spike
>Take sausage out of freezer, discovering the expiration date to be in 2010. It’s frozen, so it should be ok, right?
>... Yeah, he’ll be aight.
>As you begin to prepare the night’s supper, you ponder the things that have happened over the last 5 days. They seem unreal, as if they would only happen in a dream. You sure are one lucky bastard, that’s for sure. You even somehow acquired a girlfriend, Rainbow Dash, whom certainly at least a quarter of /mlp/ would die for. Going from alpha to extra alpha; It felt good.
>As the meal preparation progresses, the girls seem to be engaging in conversation about further inquiries of the human world. Now that you had a full school week ahead of you, there was more for them to discover.
>You were nervous though, nervous about the issue of time. Not that you had a time limit on the portal, but that this adventure would ultimately come to an end. Such thoughts were dangerous, however.
>Then you remembered that dinner was in the works, refocusing on the currently burning stove.
>Before long, preparation was mostly complete, and the 9 of you all took your established positions in the dining room.
>You gave spike his food first this time, hoping you wouldn’t kill him with earthly bacteria.
>That kind of stress was not needed.

>The rest of the girls are served.
>They seem to like it.
>AAAnnndd… commence dinnertime small talk. Or whatever comes close to small talk under these circumstances.
>R: “So, Anonymous, please tell, how is it that you earn a living in this world, if everything must be paid for?”
>They all turned and faced you for your answer.
>It was an uncomfortable feeling, and it didn’t help that you didn’t quite like talking about your money.
“Uh… I h-help people.”
>R: “You help people? In what fashion?”
>You catch the slight grin on her face.
“Well… there’s this group of people, and what I do is help them, I help them stay away from problem areas. Kind of like a guard, but I can do it from pretty much anywhere.”
>R: “Really, well that sounds like quite an extraordinary responsibility!”
”Sure, you could say that.”
>AJ: “So is that what most people do? They trah to help each other?”
“Well no, that’s what some people do. It’s like having a cutiemark, except it may not stick to you forever. Some people do more than one thing at a time, some do several different things in their lifetimes, and some people aren’t happy with what they do. Other people don’t even have jobs, and have to get money from the government.  Most of the time though, it’s your choice what you end up doing for the rest of your life
>You actually aren’t certain just how true that is.
>But fuck it. It wasn’t important at the moment, even though you knew your funds were about to hit an all-time low.
>Damn, being a lady- killing, sperg-wrecking, charismatic, generous brute could be fucking expensive.


>The rest of the evening proceeded without incident, allowing a peaceful transition into the night.
>Considering you had all lasted another day, you must have been doing something right, right?
>It was 11:30, and the girls were settling in for sleep.
>Spike and Lyra had beaten everybody else to the punch.
>TS: “Thanks again Anon. The idea isn’t exactly making me ecstatic, but I know we’ll be able to find the portal soon. It’s being narrowed down by quite the margin. Anyways though, I suppose we’ll all be getting some rest.”
>AJ: “Yeah, I think we’re all hitting the hay then too. G’night y’all.
>They all, by single file, retreat into the bedroom, closing the door behind them and signifying an official end to the day.
>You went ahead and sprawled yourself over the couch in the living room, making every effort to forget who had been sleeping here just earlier today.
>It isn’t working too well.
>You could smell the mixture of Lysol and must. You should probably find something else.
>You go into the kitchen and rummage through the cabinets with as little noise possible.
>Having forgotten for a moment which cabinet contains what, you foolishly open one that is sloppily filled with metal pans/pots.
>NOPE.
>As soon as it was opened, it was closed. You knew that if you were to try to open it again, the contents would only spill out onto the kitchen floor.
>And that would make quite a bit of noise
>Guess you’re not dealing with that tonight.
>As you exit the kitchen in your relatively small apartment, you spy it in the corner of your eye.
>What a fucking idiot you are. It was in front of your face the entire time.
>It’s a can of febreze, vanilla scented.
…
>That’s better.
>Having resumed the position on the sofa, the smell having diminished, Rainbow Dash exits the other bedroom and takes her own position up with you.
>And this was a fine way to end the day.
>Sure, you had to rek 4 spergs in the course of 24 hours, you caused a moderate car crash and traffic jam, probably almost caused the universe to implode again, and also almost had a heart attack, but at the moment, everything seemed ok, considering the circumstances.
>Rainbow Dash cuddled up next to you, her hands on your chest and her back facing the TV.
>Somehow, she was out like a light within moments.
>But that was just fine.
>She looked beautiful all the same.
>And there you held each other for another half hour, before sleep finally seized you.



End of Day 5



Beginning of Day 6
>BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
“Ugh, yea,yeah,yeah. Fuck you too.”
>BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
*Cringe*
>That’s basically how your morning started: expressing profanities at you alarm clock while it beeped for several minutes straight, before Rainbow Dash stood up, turned it off, and made you come to the realization that you had, in fact, been in a heated verbal conflict with an inanimate object.
>Just fucking great.
>You could already tell this was going to be a great day.
>You stood up, walked over to what was once your bedroom, and knocked on the door.
>And knocked twice after receiving no response.
>…
>The door does eventually open, revealing a highly perplexed Twilight Sparkle, obviously thrown off by having been awoken from her slumber.
>Now that made her seem like even more of a princess.
>Not that you considered her your “princess”.
>That would kind of be like a betrayal to Rainbow Dash.
>Even though Twilight was an actual princess. But you just weren’t the cheating type.
>But then again, there was no evidence of how thee inhabitants of Equestria went about their romantic procedures. There was every reason to dispute the notion that their standards were the same as those of humanity; or, at least, of America.
>The very long thought process continued internally, leaving you a prisoner and a subject to your own mind.
>But doesn’t that apply to any intellectually capable being?
>Ok, now you’re really leaving that train, there’s no time for it right now.
“Hey, Twilight. Uh, you girls need to get ready. Or, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Pinkie need to, at least.”
>As you look over her shoulder, you can see that that they all had failed to be woken up by your knocking.
>God damn these girls were heavy sleepers.
>Just then, you got an idea. A delicious, not so awful idea.
>You step quietly across the bedroom, being very careful not to wake the girls.

>Once you have made your way to the closet, you start rummaging through it. >It’s quite cluttered, as you’d never quite been one for organization or neatness.
>And jackpot.
>There was a bag, a black laptop case from a couple of years back. It was from your last years as a class clown, before you decided to get semi-serious about grades.
>In it was contained a nice bag of tricks, some used and some new. After a brief moment of searching, you exited, closed the door, and made your way to the kitchen .
>Hopefully there was still some of the stuff left in the refrigerator for this to work.

>You proceed to venture to the kitchen in search of your special ingredient.
>A quick search promptly confirms your fear. You are, in fact, fresh out of it.
>Son of a bitch.
>Well, there goes that plan.
>Along with a chance to troll the hell out of 5 beautiful creatures from another world.
>But what the hell right?
>It’s natural for the universe to work against Anon’s favor, is it not?
>Yes, quite.
>These thoughts stop when you realize you’d been being dramatic about a miniscule misfortune.
>There’s still the entirety of the day to get through.
>When you return to the room, it is found that Twilight had already woken her and your? friends.
>As they each stir from slumber and into the world, you watch them rise.
>It’s a sight that a lot of people would probably pay to see.
>As they wake and get up, their bodies stretch and maneuver, inadvertently exposing the lateral surfaces of their breasts, as well as some thigh action.
>Their curves and sleek, defined forms entertained your eyes in the dim light of the bedroom.
>Needless to say, it really didn’t take long for you to subconsciously muster the motivation to start pitching your tent for the morning.
>But then you realized that if Rainbow Dash caught you ogling any of her friends, she would probably kick your ass.
> You wonder if that’s someone’s fetish in Equestria.

>You yourself weren’t into that shit, but it wasn’t too far-fetched for some pony to be, right?
>…
>Maybe you’d been spending too much time on /mlp/.
>You make a mental note of how thoughts such as these were only conjured by a certain group of people.
>And so that was the end of that.
>You disengaged your stares before you were caught.
>The remainder of the morning unraveled without excitement.
>As the girls finished what they could of their morning routines, you all congregated in the living room for yet another discussion on a plan for the day.
“Fluttershy, Pinkie, Rainbow, and Rarity all need to attend their classes as long as they’re here. If they don’t, it will attract some very unwanted attention. We can’t have anyone trying to dig into your pasts or living situations.”
>FS: “Oh, ok, I think I can do that!”
>PP: “Oki doki loki!”
>R: “Very well then darling. I must say that the fashion trends I’ve seen in you world are so casual! Why; I think I could even plan a new lineup with the inspiration I’ve garnered here!”
>RD: “Fine, that’s cool then. It’s not like I can’t stand a couple of eggheads.”
“You know what Dashie, one of these days I should really introduce you to some of the guys from the-…”
>*BOOM*
>At that moment, you all flinched.
>The girls literally jumped at the sudden noise.
>It sounded like a combination between a thunderstorm and a hammer being struck on a wall, amplified by a factor of 3.5X
>For a moment, it was only your head that turned. You were lucky that all you got was a slight, but violent head jerk.
>It took every ounce of will and opposition to reflex to keep from jumping and shrieking like the girls around you.
>You could tell though that Rainbow Dash was failing at trying to retain her nonchalant stance.
>*In Unison*:
>TS: “What. In the name of Celestia was that…?”
>FS: “W-what was t-that?”
>RD: “What the…”

>As these three surveyed the area in attempt to find the source of the noise, the other three immediately eyed you.
“I, , um, … have no idea what that was”
>In all truth, you kind of wanted to say that sounded like a gunshot, but figured that would just sound stupid. Gunshots weren't THAT loud.
>For several seconds, the room remains silent, save the seemingly endless snoring of the two animals you were housing.
>Begin to suspect that it was just a momentary thing. It probably stopped.
>Nope.Wrong
>A second boom, sounding more like a car crash, louder, more violent-sounding the first one rings out.
>Welp
>What the hell IS that?
>Continue to wait in silence
>You’re still fighting to keep your relatively cool posture
>R: “I’m sorry, but I simply must say; Anonymous, darling, you really should investigate t-these strange vibrations.”
>The fuck?
>Why me? I want to live…
>AJ: “Yeah partner, someone should see if there’s a problem. Would you, Sugarcube?
>You hesitate
>But now they’re all giving expectant looks.
…
>Looks like you aren’t getting out of this, and are going to have to go out there.
>This is going to be a bitch.
>You’re not proud of cowering; those impacts just really sounded like fatality.
>You’d both witnessed and instigated enough violence in your short lifetime to know the sound of a deadly weapon.
>In all honesty, this was strangely out of character for you
>In the past week, you’d demolished at least half a dozen spergs, and wished eternal painon half of them.
>How pitiful.
>After taking a moment to soak up the self-condescending thoughts and remember whoyou were, the anxiety began to recede. It felt more like home now.
“Alright then. I’ll see what’s going on, but you must make no sound whatsoever. That means you Penk, and you too,Shy.”
>P: “AWWW-”
“SHHHHHTCH” >
>you exclaim with an exasperated look about your face
>P: “Awwww. But nonny, what if I need to cheer for you?!”

Please don’t. I can’t see that turning out to be good thing.”

>And with some more instruction and contingency planning, you’ve gotten them to an awareness level that you feel is the most secure they could be at for the moment.
>You grab your house key from the living room tableand head out the door, giving your housemates some reassuring glances.
>It was just your luck that something like this would be going down right before school too
>As you walk away from the building and into the street, closer to the direction of the source of the booms, you survey the surrounding area. And it was quickly apparent where one of those crashes had come from.
>There was a wreck right in the middle of the street.
>A 3 vehicle collision right in front of your apartment.
>It wasn’t exactly a pretty view at all
>Just from your standing position at the side of the road, out some blood sprayed on the broken windshields.
>Those poor fools.
>The damage done to the vehicles was totaling.
>But still, you feel the need to check for survivors.
>You make your way around the now inoperable car, expecting to see the body of the idiotic driver. I mean really, only idiots get into car crashes.
>As more of the interior of the vehicle comes into your view, the reality of the situation at hand becomes clearer.
>It was not at all what you had expected.
> Oh shit.
>Some of the anxiety from before is now creeping back to you, and a single drop of sweat traverses the side of your cranium. Time is also now moving more slowly, as the scene before you turns bleek.
>But this was not a simple car crash.
>The driver had a god damned hole in her head, a small hole, a clean hole. It damn sure wasn’t a hole that could have been made by shrapnel or broken glass.
>Your suspicions appear to be confirmed when more vibrations ring out amongst the formerly frighteningly still air; only, this time, it’s a string of them.

>You struggle to rationalize something that the sound could have been, but subconsciously you already knew what it was.
>Even more strings of pops begin to ring out from what sounded like more than one source simultaneously.
>You hit the ground next to one of the other cars, still checking the interiors.
>The other two vehicles were in similar shape, the only exception being that one of the drivers did not have a hole in their head.
>This is bad. Really bad.
>And the pops sound like they’re edging ever closer.
>Just as you are about to make a run back to your apartment building, a flood of people come running out of the apartment complex.
>Screams and shouts are heard all around and you are engulfed in the crowd, people pushing and shoving through and around the rest of the crowd.
>It’s clear that they’re all running for a purpose. And it almost certainly isn’t exercise.
>They’re running away , but from what EXACTLY?
>The situation is made crystal clear for everyone present when yet another string of pops ring out ahead of you, behind the fleeing crowd.
>It is at this moment that you watch several bodies hit the floor.

>And so the man crept through the apartment complex. Logan, a depressed, psychotic, angry misanthrope stalked the paths, searching for visible targets. He and his “partners” had only one goal in mind: to kill as many people as possible.
>Nobody was to be spared. From the beginning, they would aim to kill indiscriminately, with no regard to age, gender, race, or any other personal identification attribute.
>The crowds continued to flee.
>Very well then. So be it.
>As the mass of people attempted to escape Logan’s sights, Logan simply sprayed his weapon at them, bringing several innocents to prone. He could hear his partners doing the same in another part of the complex.

>They were trying to run. They couldn’t run.
>Logan made his way deeper in, until he reached the gate to the swimming in the center.
>A woman, most likely in her mid-40s, crossed his view. He ran after her.
>He chased her to her residence, and kicked the door down after it had been locked.
>He stalked about the house, searching for his prey.
>Logan heard tears, emanating from a closet in the master bedroom.
>”How fucking pathetic. Are you ready to FUCKING DIE, sweetheart?”
>No coherent response was made.
>Logan put his ear up to the door and listened carefully. What he heard disgusted him.
> “Our father
> Who art in heaven
> hallowed be thy name;
> Thy kingdom come…-
>Logan didn’t finish listening. He kicked the closet door open. The woman let out a piercing scream of fear, and the home invader promptly filled her with lead for her good behavior. But now that she had been dealt with, the trio of gunmen still had crowds to mow down.

>You are now Craig. But you are referred to as Sigma. You and you bretheren had been tracking and stalking your target for a couple of days now.
>You had all codenamed the operation “Operation Waifu Recovery.”
>Not a popular name amongst the brothers, but it was one that expressed your goals very clearly. That, and they couldn’t override your status as one of few grandmasters of your secretive order.
>Either way, you intended to recover your waifu, and let her to see you for the supreme gentleman that you were. You longed to touch her sleek, gentle form.
>It almost gave you an erection already, thinking of how Rarity would enjoy holding onto your large, soft shoulders.
>You were even sure to put on deodorant this morning, in case the plan went well.
>No such luck would come.
>You’d arrived at the target’s apartment complex at dusk, and initiated your wait.
>All had gone well. There were no complications.

>It even looked like you might have been able to ambush the target ahead of schedule.
>But then shit happened.
>The gunshots started.
>People started falling to the ground.
>It was then that you and your brothers decided it would be best to live and fight another day.
>And now you were running, trying to make it back to the entrance of the enemy compound, back to your Prius to make an escape.
>And holy shit your chest felt like it was on fire. You’d already run something like 13 meters and you had expended your remaining energy.
>The folds of your skin were perspiring, and your glorious facial hair was becoming rustled.
>You turned a corner and came face to face with a man holding a gun.
>Thanks to your quick thinking, you remembered something you’d learned at the academy.
>Often times, you could intimidate and deceive an opponent by acting bigger, and more confident.
>Your skills were not to fail you.

>And so our sperg went about trying to come off as a great and powerful social justice wizard. He went on about how his work was for a noble cause, and how his destiny was intertwined with that of his waifu.
>This only served to agitate the gunman.
>The final straw, however, came when the gunman took note of the shirt the sperg was wearing.
> He recognized it. It was a fucking pony.
> Taylor, one of Logan’s partners, had heard about the phenomenon that had recently been sweeping young men.
>He fucking despised it.
>Without another word, Taylor pumped lead into the fat atrocity standing before him.
> The tub of lard stood for a moment, swaying slightly from side to side, blood leaking from his mssive gut.
>The land whale only went down after another several round of metal.
>As Taylor left the body where it lay, he cursed under his breath
>T: “Fucking brony faggots”
>If only he could get his eyes on one of those ponies.

>You are once again anonymous.
>And you never thought something like this would happen. Not to you. Not now.
>As the crowd continued to move against you, you pushed toward you apartment.
>You continued to inch closer as screams wrapped the atmosphere, and as strings of pops continued to ring throughout the complex, followed by louder screams.
>But then you saw something else you didn’t expect.
>It unnerved you in more ways than one.
>As you approached the staircase to your building, you watched a sperg come around a corner from nowhere.
>Even in the face of a gunman, in true sperg fashion, he managed to make a colossal faggot out of himself before being cut down by metal.
>Well, it took the gunman a second volley to put the beast down for good, but still.
>You shook off the inherent atrocity of what you had just seen. In reality, you were extremely stupid. >You’d overreacted at the start of all of this because violence had never quite hit you at home. But you’d seen and been through enough violence to know that this wasn’t going to be enough to break you in the right mind. Unnerve- slightly. Break- hell no.
>But even so, this couldn’t go on forever, otherwise they’d eventually sweep the entirety of the complex.
>Either you needed to get back to the apartment and then out of the area, or the law enforcement needed to show up soon.
>Speaking of which, where the fuck were the cops?
>You were pulled from your deliberation by the vibration of another string of shots
>It was then that you remembered to run.
>Hoping that none of these psychotic motherfuckers saw you start running, you take the stairs up to your apartment 2 and a half at a time. And you’re pretty sure you pulled something while doing it.
>Proceed to knock softly at the door, having finally arrived
>No response
>Knock again at the same intensity
>No response still
>This is starting to become a pattern

>You were about to knock again, when you realized you had a key in your pocket.
>Of course.
- - - - - - -
>You were Twilight Sparkle
>And you’d felt kind of silly.
>Anon told you that everything would be fine, and you had no reason not to believe that right? Or maybe all of your friends were just going through a major overreaction.
>There’d been a bang, but soon after there was a far louder boom. And you didn’t quite know what they were, but you were trying your best not to stress about it.
>AJ: “Ya’ll think Anon’s going to be alright? Ah’m still not quite sure what to think of all of this.”
>FS: “I s-sure hope so.”
>R: “Oh come now darlings, Anonymous has shown himself to be quite a toughster since our arrival, has he not? I think we can have SOME faith in him!”
“Rarity is partially correct. I honestly think you’re all just overreacting. I mean really, what’s the worst that could be happening?”
>PP: “We could be missing a really fun barn party…”
“Yeah;Probably not.”
>another string of cracks rings out.
>PP: “Fireworks maybe?”
- - - -
>Anonymous
>You burst through the door, walking into an unexpectedly awkward scene in your small living rom
>Or, maybe that’s not the best word to use.
>It’s not that the girls were doing something awkward. They actually weren’t doing much of anything, really. As you stand in the doorway, silence simply reigns for several moments, and everybody just stands there, looking at each other. Under different circumstances, this might be uncomfortable.
>But there are kind of bigger concerns at the moment.
>Like how you’re going to navigate the three or four psychotic strangers who are currently wringing terror upon your neighbors.
>Well, maybe, as an option, you could wait them out. They don’t have the dedication to start busting down individual doors, do they? Certainly not to units that are on the third floor.

>Mind you however that this is all wishful thinking and questioning.
>Given your history, aura, and nature, bad luck will surely not abandon you. If anything, it’ll screw you over like it always used to.
>PP: “Anon! We missed you! Did you bring us a surprise?!”
>What?
“Uhmmm… no. W- was I supposed to?”
>PP: “Ahhhh;I forgot to ask you about the thing, didn’t I?”
>apparently so.
>there were no surprises here. Or more accurately, no peaceful surprises.
>the rest of them just stand in a circle and listen as pinkie pie goes on to tell you about one of the best surprises she’d ever received. It was about the time her friends hid her surprise birthday party from her, and subsequently went totally psycho. Or whatever the next stage in her mental process is. You could, after all, make the argument that pinkie was a psycho as she was. But that’s beside the point.
>She must have forgotten that you already knew all about it.
“Oh, really? Well how could these girls have done that to you, pinkie? They should allbe so very ashamed of themselves.”
>The other 5 in unison: “WHAT?!”
>PP: “ Exactly, that’s what I thought at first! I thought that they could all have their fun times and that I didn’t need them because I had my own good friends who would always have fun at my parties because they weren’t complete meanies, and that I could always get along without my old friends because they didn’t want me and I din’t want them, and-
>Youu use your left index finger to flickher on the forehead with enough force to make her take a step back, bringing her out of her current train of thought.
>PP: “And that’s how Ewuestria was made.”
“Very nice pin-
All: “Wait, What?”
>PP: “But they were my besties, and they just wanted me to have a really fun surprise.
>Wow. You take a moment to assess Pinkie’s mental processes. Is she really for real?Or is she just fucking with you? It’s harder to tell in person.

“I see. Well, I, uh, suppose that’s fine then”
>And you all indulge in a small round of talk. It was mostly nostalgia for the 6 of them, but you were getting firsthand accounts of the shit that went down.
>Twilight makles a small break amidst a lull in the conversation.
>TS: “So, Anon. I assume all went well outside? Although it would be great to just sit here and recount our lives, I just feel that we need to use our time a bit more wisely if we’re going to find that portal…”

>Wow, ok.
>She’s basically preaching to the choir. If there’s anyone who stresses over time management, it’s probably you.
>You aren’t entirely idiotic. Action needs to be taken, that much is for sure.
>But what you don’t know is whether or not you should tell them everything that’s going on.
>And up until now, since your return to the apartment, it had been a relatively casual conversation, being that the 6 teenage girls with little experience in fighting in their human forms were oblivious to the horror that was literally at your door step.
>That said, the atmosphere in the room was largely misplaced. Here you were acting as if nothing of importance were going on, while simultaneously, some people were having the times of their lives outside.
>I mean sure- you could keep hidden from the girls the fact that dozens of people are out being murdered in the street right now, but somehow that doesn’t seem very plausible.
>Or you really could just tell them the reality.
>There couldn’t be too much harm in that, right?
>But how would they respond? Would they react with fear? Interest? Disgust?
>Would they like to participate?
>…no, scratch that thought.
But fuck that. You may or may not tell them the truth, but you sure as hell aren’t going to bring them outside with everything that’s going on out there. School can wait, and you’ll just be hoping that the portal- wherever it is- will still be open, if it hasn’t closed already.

>It’s not worth any of them getting hurt.
>And with those deliberations, the feeling of the room became noticeably more tense.
>Possibly a bit colder.
“Alright-listen. I need you girls to understand me when I say that the portal isn’t exactly my biggest concern.”
>You were going to need to explain this to them. It was going to feel like Déjà vu, but you need to make sure that they don’t think you no longer care, or that your head isn’t in the right mind, especially when your housing 6 of them, a talking dragon do, and a magical Technicolor talking pony with a special liking for humanity. Or what used to be a special liking for humanity.
>AJ: “Well then, we’re all ears sugarcube. But ah reckon you maight need to give us a proper explanation.”
>Alrigh then.
“Alright then. How to go about the situation…”
“Um, do you all remember the first couple of nights you were with me? We had just come back from the school, and we were watching television together. I know that some of the programs you saw were a bit less than peaceful. There was a lot of viokence- humans killing human like nothing?
>They all nod their heads slowly, obviously somewhat unappreciative of the graphic nature of the images they had seen.

“You see, the thing is- every so often in this world, we will have a certain type of person start to cause trouble. And sometimes, that trouble is kind of hard to deal with.”
>TS: “And just what kind of trouble would you be referring to, exactly?”
“It’s violent trouble, the kind of trouble you saw on the TV that gets a lot of people killed.”
>TS: “…I’m still not entirely certain what we should make of this, Anon. I’d appreciate it if you could tell me WHAT the issue is here, because I’m sure there’s a way to work around it.”
>really
>really nigga
>You gonna make come right out and say this shit directly?
>To Twilight’s credit though, you were doing a terrible job explaining everything to them.
>In fact, chances are that all you’ve done is confuse/irritate them, seeing as how your entire talk has barely had any substance or logical train of though.
>You’re really going to have to organize your thoughts better next time.
>But for now, plan B you guess
>’Bout to rip that shit off like a Band-Aid
“Alright Twilight, fine. In all honesty, I really had no idea how I was going to say this, so I’m just going to be as fucking direct as possible about it.”
>Twilight winced a bit at your having used profanity against her, but had no problems expressing a “Thank you”
“The truth, my dear ladies, is that as it stands, there are people out in the streets and in the apartments, innocent people who are being shot and killed in cold blood with guns. They’re kind of like the ones you all were watching on the television, only bigger, and far more deadly.”
“But wait! It gets better!”
“The people with guns will even hunt the others down into their own homes, and will shoot them in any convenient fashion!”
>You wrack your brain for more things to say.
>nada
”And that is the situation, I swear”, you remark with a slightly more serious tone.

>…
>Wow
>You really suck at this
>As you primarily sarcastic tone of voice draws silence, it is painfully obvious that you weren’t being serious enough.
>This is because their faces are not at all amused.
>They’re either giving you looks of confusion, or of speechlessness
>Certainly not the shock, horror or fear that might have been appropriate for them in this situation.
>Rather, it very much appears that they don’t fully understand the true weight of what you just said.
>But then again, could you really expect them to, after that all that bullshit that just came out of your mouth?
>It’s pretty much the equivalent of describing World War II by saying “There was a land of bad people, and they killed a lot of people. Like the WWI, but worse. Europe was causing problems, and Germany was going ham. Some countries, not surprisingly one of which was Sweden, decided not to do shit, but Germany started taking over any way. Then Amurika used Japan’s asshole to wipe the floor, and everybody did the dinosaur.” What the fuck am I typing?
>you really need to work on your storytelling
>more strings of cracks ring out
>You can still hear screams outside the windows
>And this time, it looks like the girls hear them too.

>You have you expectations as to how they would react to mass murder
>Generally uneasy, it would seem.
>It almost felt sociopathic. Being that they didn’t quite know what a gun would sound like, they didn’t grasp what was happening.
>As you stand in the middle of the room contemplating, an idea comes to mind.
>You don’t like the idea. Not at all, but they’re stuck here, it would be stupid of you to hideit from them. It’s not enough to be told, they needed to see it. You make a gesture to Rainbow and Twilight to step to the window, but they hesitate.
>Interesting
>Now they were definitely starting to get it.

>You, on the other hand, were calm, the tides of “evil” had no longer plagued your flesh, no longer tainted your blood.
>You were level. Sort of.
>There was something.
>Something that was stalking and harassing your nerve
>It almost made you angry.
It was difficult to understand, but your emotions at the moment are somewhat unstable.
>One moment you may feel security, confidence; the next it may be the inverse- insecurity, concern.
>The situation in the past 6 days was taking a toll on your mental stability by sending you back and forth through various states of thought.
>And such is your current emotional roller coaster.
>At first, it was more inconspicuous- your sentimental instability.
>One might think that after spending the past 8 months on 4chan, they would have seen it all.
>Or, even before then, rather, you would still have said you were desensitized to the world’s atrocity.
>The gore, the rape, the cp, mixtures of all of the above, were nothing.
>being called an edgy faggot on /b/, and an autist on /mlp/? Whatever
>Yet here you were, losing that nerve
>The cause was relatively obvious, but you felt no rush to officially admit it to yourself.
>The truth is that these girls mean more to you than life itself.
>That might sound like it’s coming from a cringeworthy fagggot, but it’s true. When you used to watch them on TV, you felt strongly about them, but living with them in the flesh is kind of intense.
>The emotional roller coaster is really your shift between confidence that thing swill go well, and the insecurity you fell when you might not be able to handle the girls properly.

- - - - - - -
>Your whole mental tangent took up about two seconds in real world time.
>The scene before you is unchanged
>And the looks on the girls’ faces are of true concern. Possibly with a bit of fear
>The mood instantly shifted, and there was more silence.
>RD: “W-what…”
>AJ: “T-there are people…”
>TS: “Dying…?”
>You nod, waiting for whatever is to come.
>It’s somewhat grueling.
>It almost seems… no, it’s almost overwhelmingly apparent that the people and events around you are now moving forward at a slightly less than moderate speed, almost as if in slow motion.
>The tension is numbing
>And just like that, there was no longer any remnant of the preceding heart of conversation.
>Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash, despite their respective concerned features, are also obviously curious- almost morbidly so,- to witness the atrocity of the human world through their relatively new and inexperienced human eyes.
>They both slowly approach the window in the side of the living room, one on either side of the pane.
>Rainbow on the left side of the window, Twilight on the right.
>As the two girls stand an arm’s length from the window and its curtain, the screams and vibrations begin anew, with rejuvenated luster>They both reach out with their hands to pull each end of the curtain back, only to hesitate for a second.
>Although it was a mere fraction of a minute, it somehow had felt like a day’s worth of anticipation.
>The curtain is pulled back though, and the scene shown isn’t what was expected.
>Or, at least, not what you’d wanted
>Someone like you may or may not have looked twice at this, but these girls were personally becoming acquainted with the darkest side of humanity for the first time. For some reason, this thought reminds you of rape.

>And shit was this going to be a time.
>Since your return to the apartment, it seemed that the casualties had continued to mount.
>A running riot had been made of the earlier crowd, or what had been left of it anyway.
>The corpses were far more numerous, far more concentrated than when you were outside
>Unexpectedly, 3 people- 2 women and one man- are seen running across your collective view, attempting to get to the other side of the street.
>Away from the gunmen.
>They make it a third of the way before being gunned down
>Fucking idiots. They should have known that would happen.
>The gunmen approach the bodies.
>One of the bodies tries to move, and its dubious effort is graciously rewarded with lead.
>Well, lights out
>At this point in time, the blood has had ample time to ooze out of its victims. And onto the pavement, and continues to seep from underneath the rug of recently expired meat.
>Twilight, repulsed, quickly back tracks from the window, only to trip backward over spike, who had managed to enter the room unnoticed during the spectacle.
>She falls back and lands on her “flank”, and attempts to continue inching away from the glass leading to the outside.
>Rainbow Dash, however, is frozen. Her face is struck with a stringent look of anxiety, the face one gets as if they have just received tragic news. It’s a thousand-yard (914.4m) stare.
>Her hand, still on the edge of her side of the window’s curtain, is not clenched, and not pale, but is visibly shaking, seemingly slowly enough to escape her consciousness
>Carefully, you come up behind her and gently take her by the arm, bringing her from the window so tht she may begin to recede from shock
>FS: “Uhm- R-rainbow…?”
>Dashie appears to make an attempt to respond, but only manages to utter a broken breath.
>Darlings, just what appears to be the problem? What did the both of you see?”, Rarity questions with a significant degree of concern in her voice

>Rainbow Dash remains breathing, while this time Twilight makes an effort to answer the question.
>And it has definitely grown colder in the room.
- - - - - - - -

>…
>So that happened.
>Happened quite quickly, you might add.
>You weren’t surprised that it happened, but you also hadn’t quite expected it.
>Such a fun day this was turning out to be, and it isn’t even noon yet.
>Perhaps in accordance with your surprise, maybe you’re even a bit irritated.
>You’ve never spoken to anyone of this, but you have mental issues yourself, which both derive and are derived form a longing for violence.
>And only now are they receiving sufficient stimulation
>But this really shouldn’t be happening
>It wouldn’t be happening, were it not for those edgy fucks out there.
>With all of today’s violence, the gears in your mind are being turned.
>They are speaking to you, telling a variety of things.
>Primarily, they are centered around the girls in your home, a couple of which are still recovering from shock.
>You knew you needed to watch them, and now probably seemed like an appropriate time to take action
>In doing that, something needs to be done about the fellow psychopaths outside your house, who you just noticed have started going and kicking down doors into homes.
>You suspected that might happen.
>They need to be dealt with.
>Call the police maybe?
…
>no, fuck the cops.
>This shit has been going on long enough already, and it’s starting to get old.
>Time to take matters into personal hands.
>Unfortunately, you have neglected to keep some ammunition on file.
>But then you remember the knife in your pocket.
>Now there’s an idea.

>Now there’s an idea.
>With this knife you could probably do something.
>Not exactly sure what yet, but something, like the shit you’d spend hours doing in the dark in your apartment, alone.
>Probably isn’t going to be very safe. Downright dangerous, maybe. Oh well.
>Sure, it’s risky as hell, but you’re more than willing to give it a stab.
>Pat the knife in your pocket, take a breath, and start to make the way over to the door.
>Oh, wait, that’s right…
>Before you’re going to do anything, these girls must be made to be calm first.
>Twilight and Dashie are still hesitant to move. The others are just standing around, looking anxious.
>Wait a minute, that’s it!
>Just maybe.
>You’d actually momentarily forgotten that there was a magical pony living in your home.
>There simply wasn’t much reason you had to interact with her.
>You’d never particularly been a Lyra fan
>wander the house, looking for this unicorn.
>not in the bedroom
>in the bathroom.
>She’s sleeping in the bathtub.
>As you’re about to wake her up, an exceptionally unpleasant odor assaults your nostrils.
>Fuck, you forgot about that horse smell. Guess bathing isn’t just going to get rid of it.
>Try shaking her awake, but it doesn’t work.
>Try again, and it still doesn’t work.
>Alright then.
>Turn the water on and let it run.
>She doesn’t seem to respond at first, but it gets to the point that the water rises up to her muzzle. When she goes to snore, she takes a big breath of water, and starts coughing up a storm. For a second, you’re worried you might have made a big mistake.
>Whoops.
>Just let her come out of her choking spell. Being that it was moderately violent, Fluttershy grows concerned and, in her nature as an animal caretaker, comes to see what has happened.
>FS: “W-what’s going on?”
“Oh, it’s nothing. There was just a small accident with the water.”
>Lyra just glares at you.

>Fluttershy still looks concerned, but she relents, and returns to the other room.
>Turn and face the unicorn again.
“So.”
>L: “Sooo.”
“You sleep well?”
>Her face in response can convey little else aside from “really human, are you shitting me?”
>right.
“Look, I’m uh- sorry about that, but there’s something I need to ask you. I actually need a favor. Could you help me?”
>Being Lyra, she can’t help but show a bit of curiosity. It’s a good thing she generally like humans. Although that would mean you should keep her the fuck inside. If she saw the outside, you’re not even sure how she would react.
>Aaaaand now you don’t know if she’ll want to help you after all. But it’s still worth a shot.
>L: “Really? With what?”
>alright, here we go. Gots to be more careful this time around.
“Ok. So, while you were asleep, something sort of happened outside. Something bad happened. And,TLDR; we need to teach some guys a lesson.”
>L: “What?”
>Oh fuck, did you say that out loud?
“To make a long story short, there are some bad guys that we need to beat, and I think that with your magic, it would be a lot easier. Humans can’t use magic, so they would be at an enormous disadvantage.”
>You hear a loud “bam”, followed by slightly muffled cracks.
>L: “Really, I could help stop the bad guy for once?!”
>That question actually makes you think.
>She witnessed a lot of the chaos in equestria. But as a background pony, she was never in the glory, never powerful enough to overcome the big villains.
>That would mean she either had to fall victim, or stay hidden during all the crises while the main six were at the center of everything, even though she would have wanted to do something. That must have been hard
>Sounds kind of sad, actually.
“Yeah, so, how about it?”
>L: Yes!, Yes! What do you need me to do?!”
>She gets out of the tub and follows you into the living room, near the door.

“You know how a unicorn can use her magic to levitate things or other ponies, and apply force on those levitated objects?”
>L: “Yes.”
>Well, I was wondering if you’d could levitate the bad guys buy their necks, and squeeze, and keep squeezing until they stopped moving. I think that would be the easiet way to go about things, but I’m open to suggestions.
>She stands there to contemplate your request for a moment.
>It doesn’t take very long, however, for her to come to the realization that you wanted her to kill a human.
>L: “WHAT? What they hay, Anon!”
>her questioning attracts the attention of the other, nearby girls.
“What, is there a problem with that?”
>L: “Yes!”
>AJ: “Hey! What the hay’s the problem over here.?”
>L: “Anon, tell them what you just asked me.”
>R: “What did you say, Anonymous?”
“Listen, we need to do something about those guys outside. Normally, the guards in this world are relatively quick to respond to an emergency, but they don’t appear to have shown up yet. I don’t know where the hell they are, but I don’t think we can just keep sitting here, waiting.”
>AJ: “And your solution was…?”
“You know how unicorns can use their magic to levitate objects and ponies, and how Lyra is for some strange reason not only a pony in this world, but able to use her magic?”
>They both nod simultaneously.
“I just think it would be a lot easier to deal with these guys if we could use unicorn magic to levitate these guys by the necks and force the energy out of them, seeing as how those metal bullets are likely to keep us from getting close.”
>R: “Wait, hold on a second. Anonymous, don’t tell me- you would have Lyra KILL those humans? With her unicorn magic?!”
“That’s the gist of it, yes. That’s the most permanent solution to every problem”
>They just look at you now with these faces.
>Oh shit. There are those looks of fearful unease you were looking for earlier.

>It seems you may stricken a type of nerve
>TS: “What the Hay Anon!?”
>Oh dear.
>R: “Why I…Anonymous!”
>and Dashie and Fluttershy are just giving you faces that are crossed between disapproval and something that says “What the fuck dude?”
>So you guess that’ a no.
>Very well.
>Guess we’re going about this the hard way.
>You actually reach your hand into your pocket and run your left index finger along the edge of the knife’s casing.
>Sure feels fine enough to kill a motherfucker with.
>They won't be crazy about you going outside to confront these guys, knowing that you have the intent to kill, but it hardly matters at the moment.
>Your fingers grip the knife and you step outside and lock the door for the 3rd or 4th time this morning.
>Scan the surrounding area.
>The gunmen must not have seen you exit, otherwise they would have shot you immediately. Or, that’s what you would do at least.
>You have 2 real options.
>1. Wait around a corner for one of the motherfuckers to turn, and then go all secret agent on his ass.
>2. Search for them, turn the hunters into the hunted. Stay on their backs and attack from behind.
>each option comes with its own dangers and potential to cause even more death, but let’s not dwell too much on that.
>How unfortunate.
>In this type of situation, you’d seriously consider giving anything to be able to free run, and to have a pair of assassin-grade hidden blades.
>Why does reality have to be so unfair.
>AC-style would be fucking badass
>Your mental tangent caused you to foolishly drop your guard.
>You were standing in the middle of the walkway, a 6-second sprint away from a set of stairs
>A bullet goes past your head.
>Shit
>You run around a corner, against the side of a neighbor’s unit.
>Or try to
>As you’re turning the corner, you run straight into another gunman and collide with him.
>It’s a good thing this guy was surprisingly lightweight

>He’s pushed back by the collision, into the rail of the walkway, holding on to his gun with a single hand.
>You lost your footing, and tumble for half a second on your toes, before running at full speed to the nearest unit.
>you enter the open apartment and position yourself leaning against a wall next to the door, and take a deep breath.
>When you open your eyes, you’re greeted by a grisly sight of the room
>They’d already cleared this one, already killed the resident inside.
>Poor son of a bitch
>If you could get the gunman to come inside, you could surprise him.
>The knife was clenched in your hand as if your life depended on it. Oh, wait… that’s right. It sort of did.
>And then a realization strikes you like the twin towers
>Oh. Fuck. Me. No.
>NO No No No No
>If they were already on this level, then they were going to continue clearing the rooms, one by one.
>Your apartment was on. This. Fucking. level.
>That meant you couldn’t just hide here.
>Even if you took care of this one, there was at least one more. He would continue his onslaught while you were held up with his friend. He would have enough time to…
>This was bad, really bad.
>There’s another bam, followed by much louder cracks.
>But there are also footsteps, coming in your direction.
>You’re leaned up against the wall, right next to the open door, on the opposite side of the window
>You can now see the shadow of the man, and he stands at the vacant door way for a brief moment.
>Wait for him to take those final steps into your dead neighbor’s living room.
>As he does, time is somewhat distorted in your perception
>As quickly as your sympathetic nervous system will allow, your heightened reflexes and adrenaline-toned strength slash out in the general area of the throat.
- - - - - - -
>Things are happening. They’re moving. Memories and thoughts are flooding your psyche.
>You are remembering.
>You see the first time you ever took a human life.

>At the time, it had been strange, been alien, been unnatural, and been stressful.
>The thought or act of killing another human being, however, no longer disturbed you, or gave you any quarrel.
>The prospects of humanity were of a lesser significance than other things.
>No, it was relatively miniscule
>It had taken you quite a while to come to another epiphany. It was one that you weren’t certain you were ready to admit to yourself.
>It was somewhat cringeworthy .
>Be that as it may, you were finally beginning to get an idea of that which truly frightened you the most.
- - - - - -
>Be from a local police station.
>Be a local police officer
>And you were currently rushing.
>Rushing to get to the location of your most recent call.
>There had been an electronics issue back at the station, causing most if not all calls to be dropped, delayed, or rejected.
>It was some equipment malfunction or some shit.
>This call was from an unresponsive caller at an apartment complex a number of miles away.
>Gotta go fast.
>But still, this fucking city.
>After what seems like an eternity, you arrive, and your stomach almost falls down into your ass.
>What the fuck happened here?
>There are several motor vehicles wrecked in front of the entrance to the complex. Bodies litter the ground around and at the entrance.
>And form a trail leading deeper into the compound
>Get out of the car and take a few steps forward.
>With a brief look around, your hand reaches for the firearm at your side, while you spot a figure dressed in black on the second level
“Freeze! Police!”

>The gunman is set off by the approaching siren, and is ready and waiting for the officer to arrive.
>He waits for a second, but does not hesitate.
>He has already far passed the point of no return. Killing a cop would be of negligible weight.
>He watches the officer arrive and begin to investigate the scene.
>Their eyes meet.
>The pig raises his pistol and the gunman quickly retaliates.
>The criminal has more firepower.
>The law is cut down, and one more body is added to the score
>That was easy.
>And with that issue taken care of for a short time, the gunman turns his attention to the nearest door on the second tier.
- - - - -
>Now be the main 6 and Lyra were trying to be patient.
>The 7 girls had quite adamantly criticized Anon’s idea to kill those humans.
>Sure what they were doing was horrible, but by killing them, Anon would have shown himself to be no better than they were.
>And now, again, the 8 of them were locked inside Anon’s house, with little other choice than to wait.
>Waiting in random periods of silence and conversation.
>Twilight and Rainbow, by now, had pretty much recovered their senses. Rather than paralysis by fear, the impression left on the both of them by what they saw dictated that they simply do their best not to be put in that same situation.
>Lyra had been pretty stubborn with Anon on not killing anything.
>She was talking to the girls about how she didn’t really want to end the life of a human, not when they were so different from the magic villains of the pony world.
>That girl really does have a special liking for Anon’s kind, seeing as how she’s going on about how there have to be more people in the world like Anon.
>Secretly, she hoped her mettle would never be put to the test by people like the one’s Anon had described.
>But there’s something peculiar about that kind of hope. If something can go wrong, then it most likely will.

>There’s a bang on the apartment door, and the room immediately falls DEAD silent.
>Anon has yet to return, and the door is currently being assaulted.
>The man on the other side bangs on the door again, and the girls all flinch.
>Twilight Sparkle believes she knows what is happening, and is trying to think quickly.
>They all need to hide, and fast.
>TS: *in a whisper: “Girls! Over there!”, twilight quietly exclaims, while making a gesture with her head toward the window.
>TS: “We need to stay out of sight, and make no noise whatsoever!”
>There wasn’t much of a need to question a statement like that.
- - - - -
>You are Anon.
You are standing in the doorway of the still quiet room, a puddle of blood forming beneath you.
>*drip, drip, drip,
>The man who was going to try to kill you is holding his neck, trying to stop the blood from flowing out.
>It doesn’t look like it’s working very well.
>He relents, and uses his left hand, while on one kneed and one hand, to pull out a side arm and attempt to aim it at you.
You kick his arm to throw the aim, and he fires at the well.
>You then kick his chest, and pin him to the ground with your foot.
>Contemplate leaving him here, and risking his survival, or ensuring his death.
>It’s been a while since you were in a situation like this, so your skills are a bit rusty.
>People have survived slashed throats before, right?
“Hey. What’s up buddy? How you doin’?”
>The guy just flips you off, blood coating his fingers.
“I see. Alright then. Well, I hope I missed your jugular.”

>Bring your foot down on his chest with moderate force. He violently gasps for air, only to appear that he may be choking on his own bodily fluids.
>That is unexpected.
>Look at the gash in his neck.
>The blood penetrated his esophagus?
>A quiet gurgling sound answers your question.
>Well shit. That wasn’t quite as you intended, but you suppose it works.
>As you make your departure from the apartment building, a thought briefly crosses your mind. A somewhat awful, somewhat risky, wholly delicious idea.
>You eye the sidearm your attacker had dropped. Missing a single shot from the magazine. Unless this guy was a total fucking moron, he was probably carrying spares. It could probably come in handy.
>You pick it up, fully intent on using it to its fullest, yet hesitate for a moment.
>Is this really a good idea?
>With all those girls under your supervision, maybe this isn’t the smartest decision to make.
>They really don’t want you killing anybody, and the cops would just love to catch you with a murder weapon.
>You did not legally own this weapon, and no doubt the previous owner had used it for violent crime.
>Ponder for several seconds.
>*bang, bang, bang
>what the hell?
>those… those aren’t gunshots…
>silence follows
>alright, fuck it
>Pick up the sidearm and take off balk to your unit with the speed of a Kenyon and a half.
>*crack, crack, crack.

>And so there they were again, hiding on the fire escape from a comparatively mysterious hostile force. Twilight Sparkle shut the window quickly, and with attempted grace.
>In all honesty, she couldn’t say for sure they’d made it out hear unheard.
>She was just hoping that if they all stayed quiet, then they would all survive the day.
>She would try to remain hopeful, so long as someone didn’t see them on the fire escape, yell out to them, and give away their location.

>She placed an ear on the wall, and strained her ears to hear the inside of the building. Her compatriots, however, continued with their whispers.
>R: “I say, I’ve almost certainly had just about enough of aggressive villains in this world out to get us at nearly every turn! Why can things never go without any sort of drama?”
>AJ: “For Celestia’s sake Rarity, what is it yer goin’ on about now? This ain’t nothin new. Equestria has its own drama on a biweekly basis. Now I ain’t not crazy about the thought of the things that come after us,but just buckle up and keep your voice quiet. That’s all we need right now.”
>R: “Forgive my distress applejack, but I’m sorry that our adventures in equestria don’t encompass the prospect of being forced into sexual submission, nor that they tend to include the possibility of being “shot down” by metal bullets like helpless animals!”
>with those words, Applejack shoots Rarity an accusatory glare, and Fluttershy experiences the mental equivalent of a flinch.
>RD “Hey! You both wanna cool it? While you’re at it, you also wanna remember why it is we’re out here, on the fire escape? Seriously, you guys need to bucking chill.”
>Rarity groans, her volume above that of a whisper.
>Applejack and Rainbow Dash both suck their teeth.

>Actually be Twilight now.
>And you love your friends, but sometimes they really would be helpless without you.
>As all that racket is going down, you listen with your ear up to the wall intensely, trying to hear something on the inside.
>With a few bangs, it was easy enough to tell that the door had been kicked down, but there was silence after that.
>You dare to look in the window.
>You slowly peer your out , looking into the bedroom and its adjoining bathroom. The human is standing in the restroom, his back to you.
>It’s not safe yet.

>AJ: “Why does it matter?”
>R: “How ever could you ask such a silly question? Obviously the social nuances of this world…-”
>RD: “It doesn’t matter! You both just…- ”
>PP: “argue, argue arguing, arguing, argue…-”
>Your eye begins to twitch. You’re getting frustrated.
>Trying to not go off, but you’re rapidly failing.
“QUIET! ALL OF YOU!”
>and there goes that.
>They all turn and look at you in shock
>That was definitely a lot louder than a whisper.
>Oh for buck’s sake-
>This time everybody flinches as tiny metal cylinders come blasting through the wall.
>When it pauses for the moment, you all know that you have to get moving.
“Run! Up the metal steps, hurry!”
>run with your friends of the metal stairs, which presumably lead to a roof.
>make it to a ladder, and climb said ladder to expectedly end up on the roof.
>Oh no.
>Peer over the ladder, the man is still following, getting close to the last set of steps.
“This is bad, this is very bad, oh… what to do, what do do…”
>R: “Why- of all the things, this must be one of the worst possible things!”
>AJ: “Fer once Rares, Ah agree with ya, and that’s the scary part.”
>Spike stands poised toward the latter, trying his best to look menacing
>S: “Grr.. .rowl.”
>It’s not working very well. .
>And the nerve is still internally building.
>You can hear the human coming up the ladder, but you can’t seem to come up to a solution to the problem at hand.
>You were all now stuck on the roof, approximately five stories high, and in these relatively frail human bodies.
>The man in pursuit finally climbs up and over the ladder, and wastes no time in lifting his large metal instrument, as you swallow hard, fully expecting some sort of pain to befall you.
- - - - - -
>L: “NO!”
>The only mare of the group grips the metal instrument in the human’s hands with her magic, and yanks it out of reach.

>She tosses it, and sends it flying off of the roof.
>The masked man glares at the pony, out of confusion at first, but then out of anger. He goes to pull a knife out of his pocket.
>But now the equine isn’t just fed up with the being trying to harm her friends, she herself is straight up angry.
>Lyra uses her magic to slowly bend the human over forward against his will, then to bring him to his knees, his knees and legs buckling and shaking in attempt to resist , and finally to force him to lie prone on his stomach as his face slams down on the roof.
>All the while she’s being somewhat forceful. She uses her magical grip to push down, and to exert force on the human’s body, hard.
>She’s pushing down and exerting as much force as she can, to the extent that she begins to think that she can hear the magical aura around the human start to crackle, trying to ensure that the man will not be able to get up.
- - - - - - - -
>Be back to being anonymous.
>And one again you are being reminded that you really need to find yourself a better life. One that preferably involved keeping in contact with your pony-ish friends. This wasn’t to say that you hated your life right now, even though it was kind of troublesome, but nothing seemed to go your way. Why can’t something good happen to you and the girls for once?
>Shrugging to complaints off, you burst into your apartment like you own the place, only to find your heart and throat where your ass should be when it appears that the room is void of occupants. Suppose that the broken door should have been your first clue.
>This is accompanied by the fact that there are bullet holes in the wall, many heavily concentrated around the window.
>Uh huh. But they probably didn’t… did they?
>Actually, they probably did.
>Go out the window, and take the steps of the fire escape three at a time. Miss a step and almost take a tumble down the flight.

>Proceed to take the steps two at a time.
>Climb the ladder, and finally arrive at the roof.
>As your eyes start rising above the edge of the building, you see the girls, looking flabbergasted.
>When you fully emerge on the rooftop, you find yet another unexpected sight.
>Oh shit, well would you take a look at that.
>Found another gunman, held to the roof by Lyra’s magical grip.
>For some reason, it looked like the guy had a pretty good indentation in his back.
>Looked pretty painful.
>It could have been an injury, but then it occurred to you that it probably just meant that he didn’t take care of himself, the fucking savage.
“Nice catch; is he yours?”
>TS: “Well you see, we kind of… the thing is that we… uhm, wait, what?
>She doesn’t appear to understand your question.
>Just as you remember that they aren’t going to get most of your references.
>Right, might need to tone the power level down just a bit.
“eh, never mind. More importantly- do any one of you lovely ladies care to describe to me just what has happened in the last 20 minutes?”
>before any of them can answer, Spike raises his voice in challenge.
>S: “I’m not a lady!”
>nigga really you’re going to make this an issue?
“Hmm… are you sure?”
>S: “Yes I’m sure! What kind of question even is that?”
“You’ve changed species every time you’ve gone through a portal, haven’t you? So is it completely crazy to consider the possibility that you may have changed genders between worlds, and not realized it?”
>As Spike ponders your question, obviously blind to the depth of your wisdom, Twilight speaks up.
>TS: “Look, Anon- as amusing as it may be to have this conversation right now, I get the feeling we’re not quite of the woods just yet.”
>Just then, the periodic cracks that you’d managed to drown out at some point in this whole clusterfuck of a situation became suddenly noticeable again.

>Holy shit, those guys are still going at it? Have they really not run out of people to kill? Are they really that slow, or are there just that many people?
>PP: “Hey Nonny, what are those pretty flashing lights over there?!”
>Look in the direction she’s pointing.
>See a cop car. Must not have noticed the flashing lights on the way up. One of the lights is broken, not to mention that it’s only about eleven fucking o’clock in the morning.
>Near the motor vehicle is a dead police officer.
>Hah.
>Well, he was worth every tax dollar, truly he was.
“That, Pinkie Pie, is one of the cars the guards in my world use to get around, seeing as how humans can neither fly nor teleport. The guards are called the “police” here. And by the looks of it, the particular police officer who was driving that car has been “defeated”.”
>TS: “When you say “defeated””-
“Yes, just like you saw in the window.”
>TS: “Oh…”
>At this point, Lyra is breathing quickly, having expended a lot of energy on exerting so much force on that one guy.
>As she releases her magic grip, the girls are really on edge, ready to move, jump, or do something, as if they expect the gunman to get up and try to kill them again.
>You realize that they must not realize that the fucker is dead.
>Walk over and inspect the body.
>…
>Yep, that’s about as much as you expected.
>At least you learned in one of your school classes.
>Takes a few moments find the break you’re looking for, but it’s there.
>Lyra definitely separated this guy’s cervical vertebrae from his thoracic vertebrae… and his thoracic vertebrae form his lumbar vertebrae. Basically, she broke his spinal cord into three different parts.
>God damn.
>She probably did this by accident, and that only makes it worse. She has no idea what she just did. You’re not even sure this guy felt anything before he died, but he died instantly, that’s for sure.

>New note to self: never give the girls a reason to have to hold you down by force.
>Although, there are probably situations in which that might be nice…
>Nope. Nope. You aren’t into that kind of shit.
>But still. It’s about time.
>Maybe now someone can take a load off your back for once.
>The truck stops at the entrance to the complex, an unloads an orgy of men clad in black and green
>This could be exciting
>You kind of want to stay to watch, but the girls probably wouldn’t appreciate that at all
>There, standing on top of the roof, as you’re about to inquire as to your next course of action, you forget that you’re standing out in plain view, and that you’re still carrying a murder weapon
>And it’s not like it’s a generic weapon.
>The guy apparently felt the need to decorate his shit all edgy-like
>As the officers pile out of their vehicles, the leading special weapons and tactics operator sopts you on the roof.
>SW: “There, on the roof! Police! Stay where you are! You are not under arrest!”
>The officers begin to disperse into the boundaries of the compound.
>SW: “Check you angles and call your vectors! 2 groups, the stories and the ground, move!”
>Fuck
>Some of them are going to be coming up here, some of them are going to be hunting for gunmen.
>But it should be ok, right? Technically you acted in self-defense. You didn’t break a law.
>But then there’s the murder weapon on your person, which probably has your prints on it.
>Pinkie abruptly intrudes.
>PP: “Hey nonny, who are those guys?!”
>But there’s no time to answer questions. You’ve got another idea. You hate it. It’s a terrible idea, but they have to relocate somewhere.
>Add to that that the police are on their way up, supposedly for questioning.
>Yet you can’t help but feel that those guns and vests suggest otherwise.
>They’ve seen your fucking face. That keeps you from really wanting to jump/run.

>And at the same time you can’t let the authorities question the girls. They’re not even supposed to exist here.
“They’re guards. But they’re special guards. They have more power than your standard officer.”
>TS: “Do you think that there’s any chance they might be able to help us?”
“Fat chance. They may be guards, but the social opinion of them is pretty low. Officers in this world carry reputations for unnecessary brutality and impracticality when it comes to written law.”
>TS: “Oh.”
>RD: “Well that isn’t going to work. Anybody else got any ideas?”
>Silence
>There’s no doubt you are going to regret this later.
“Look- I have another idea. It’s probably the worst one I’ve ever had, but there isn’t exactly much time to think. Lyra, I’m going to need your help. Fluttershy, Rainbow: get ready to jump.”
>FS: “J-jump? From here? Oh… that looks quite high.”
>Weren’t you a fucking Pegasus last week?
>OH yeah, that fear of heights. Forgot about that.
“You’re all just going to have to trust me. I don’t have much of a choice. Lyra- I need you to use your magic to lower Fluttershy and Rainbow to the ground over on this side of the building, outside the metal fence. Then we’re going to need to do the same thing with Applejack and Rarity, and then Pinkie Pie and Twilight. Twilight will be holding Spike.”
>But then how is Lyra going to get to the ground?
>You suppose she could jump from the fire escape. She should be able to survive a three-story fall, right?
>R: “And just what about you, Anonymous? Surely you will be coming with us?”
>Everybody pauses and looks up at you with curiosity.
“*Sigh*. Actually girls, we’re going to need to split up for a bit.”
>Pull out your phone and look through your contacts. Even as you’re making the call, you’re thinking to yourself how bad of an idea this is.
>RD: “Split up? No way, I’m not leaving anypony behind.”

>The phone is dialing your contact.
“Just trust me, Dashie.”
>R: “Anonymous, my dear- While I am certain that you do have everyone’s best interest in mind, I am afraid I must be with rainbow Dash on this one. How is it that separating could be a good thing?”
>Finally this bastard picks up his phone.
>A: “Yeah, what’s up bro?”
“Hey. Look- I’ve got a bit of a problem, and long story short, I’m going to need your help.”
>A: “Ahhh salty.What do you need?”
>Listen to this fucking imbecile.
“Is Nicholas there with you?”
>A: “Uh, yeah, why?”
“Put the phone on speaker.”
>A moment passes
>N: “What.”
“Listen guys. I need some acquaintances of mine to stay at the house for a day. I’ll answer your questions later, but I need you to pick them up at the McDonalds’ on Westheimer and Wilcrest.”
>A: “Like, right now?”
“Yes.”
>Pull the phone away from your mouth for a moment.
>Signal to Lyra to start lowering the girls to the ground.
>Walk to the corner of the roof, speak quietly enough that none of them can hear you.
“Another thing though guys. These acquaintances aren’t…from around here. They don’t know a lot about how things work here in America, so they can’t exactly be independent.”
“I’ll pay you guys when I get the chance, but Nicholas- I’m going to have to ask you to keep them fed. Do you think you can do that?”
>N: “Bitch what the fuck I look like? What the fuck is your stupid ass doing that you feel like you need to drop your stupid ass friends here?”
>This fucking guy
“I can’t let the police question them. There was a shooting, everything went to hell, and I just need to make sure they have somewhere to stay without them being seen by the cops. Can you or can you not do that for $70?”
>N: “A shooting? What the fuck…”

“Like I said- I’ll answer questions later, but now I just need you guys to do this for me.”
>You’re not even sure you’re going to be able to afford $70, but fuck it.
>N: “I guess, god damn nigga.”
“Try to remember that the one with the Rainbow hair is the only one who eats meet. And don’t just feed them fast food bull shit every day. Please- make the attempt to feed them something decent. Go and buy some fuji apples or some shit like that. And pancakes”
>N: “Oh my gaaawwd.”
>A: Shut up and just go get some stuff for those friends… fat ass…
>N: “Bitch fuck yoou”
“And for Christ’s sake, Alex- please, try to refrain from smoking any of your shit while they’re with you.”
>A: “No wooorrries bro”
>Right.
“You sure?”
>A: Yeeeaaahhh
“Both of you: please, if anything , don’t let any of your friends hit on them. None of them are in the position to handle relationships. For the love of god- if you do anything, make sure they don’t start any romantic relationships.”
>N: “Yeah”
“Then start heading there now. Take the CRV”
>A: “Alright man, be safe”
“Alright”
*beep*
>You’re still not at ease. The only problems with Nicholas are his temper and his laziness. You’re worried he’s either not going to keep his end of the deal, or that he’s going to go off on one of them.
>Alex is a different story. He and his friends are ladies men. Always going through drama over one guy’s girlfriend or another. Cheating, seduction, fighting, all that shit.
>But let’s just get this all over with.
>Lyra is just about to lower Pinkie and Twilight to the ground.
“Hang on.”
>they momentarily pause
“Twilight, look over there. You see that big yellow M not too far from here?”
>TS: “Yes”

“I need all of you girls to run straight to it. It’s going to look strange that there’ll be a greenish pony with you, but don’t stop running until you get there. When you do get there, look for my brothers. One is going to be wearing a red hoody. The other one is going to have his pants lower than everyone else. Look at how mine are around my waist. His are going to be around where the flank would be. I’m trusting that you can remember all of that.”
>TS: “Of course I can.”
“Good. Lyra, If you’ll please”
>Twilight and Pinkie are set on the ground with haste.
>Now Lyra is all that’s left.
“Alright Lyra. This is when you depart.”
>L: “Ok, but how exactly do I get down?”
“Remember when you all were coming up here, and you came up the metal stairs?”
>L: “Yes.”
“Go back to the window you came out of. Then just jump to the ground. Your magic should be able to help you land safely.”
>L: “You’re sure about that?”
>Sure
“Yes”
>Within the next ten minutes, Lyra makes a moderate thump as she hits the ground. Remembering the murder weapon on your person, you throw it as far as you can in the direction leading out of the apartment complex.
>It lands on the roof of another house.
>Look at the girls and wave your hand at them to leave.
>Twilight nods back.
>They start running, cutting through lawns at between houses. Before long, you’ve lost sight of them.
>You can’t shake the feeling that something is going to go badly, but now is the time to deal with some real serious stuff.
>Cracks are heard somewhere is the complex
>You have no way knowing just what is dying at this very moment. Lean against a ventilation unit and decide to wait for the cops to show up.
>A few minutes pass. You think nothing for several moments, simply in anticipation of what you’re going to say when they question you.
>You were extraordinarily calm, given the current circumstances.

>But that was part of the problem.
>It hadn’t occurred to you until right then that- someway somehow,- you were going to need to explain the death of the gunman laying in front of you.
>There were no open wounds, was no blunt trauma, were no bodily fluids of any sort. Only an indentation in the dorsal cavity and a fractured spinal cord.
>Would they believe that something had fallen on him? Not likely. It wouldn’t look good to say that you had jumped up and down on his back. That would be too excessive, and they could charge you that way.
>Steps are heard. People are coming up the fire escape.
>They get closer, and closer until finally 3 men clad in green and black rise on eye-to-eye level with you on the roof.
“Morning, Officers.”

- - - - - - - - - - -
>The girls had taken off running quickly.
>Twilight was able to relay Anon’s instructions as they ran, coming closer to the big M hanging in the sky.
>They arrived with little delay, and waited in front of what looked like the entrance, trying to look as casual as possible about having a greenish-bluish pony with a horn in their midst.
>Every time the door opened, they were acquainted with a peculiar smell. The girls were unsure of whether or not they liked the smell of the place.