My Little Realities: C15 - Discoveries

My Little Realities: C15 - Discoveries

>you wake at about 4pm
>they have weird clocks but their days are roughly the same so it works out
>the library is empty
>you wonder where everyp0ny and the little dragon went
>Twilight is still nowhere to be found
>you take a few moments to yourself
>they may have a will to fight, but these roots are on another level
>you haven't seen them hesitate in combat
>they are very deadly
>ponies on the other hand
>ponies are very soft
>inside and out, even compared to your pasty ass
>you feel a weird lump in your chest
>probably emotional, but it could be that stew you had a while back
>this all stinks to high science
>your eye twitches (the meaty one)
>you're highly frustrated right now
>your thoughts swirl around this situation
>you still have your escape plan
>it's what's frustrating you the most
>the perfect way out is using the bubble generator
>sure, you'd be leaving the coolest bunch of plush toys to fend for themselves and probably all die
>but it was a pretty good way to ensure your survival
>if there was no way to hold you accountable, unless you felt bad about it, what's the issue, right?
>you didn't want to leave this place
>pinkie pie may eventually drive you nuts, but all things considered this place was cool as all fuck
>like...  "We wizards now" level cool
>you half heartedly walk to what's left of your apartment
>mulling everything over, you dust off the modded VPT bubble
>doesn't seem damaged
>booting it up reveals an almost dead battery, but that doesn't surprise you
>you had some folding solar panels, so you'd be able to charge those up
>wut dis
>tertiary subtier ERcode #3256184At2
>wow, thanks faggot, real helpful
>this error code has shown up with other VPT bubbles, it was either a bunch of things or a faulty wire somewhere; you had a hunch that this was wiring as it probably wasn't the most gently-assembled device, what with all the soda can shoved in there
>you boot up your hand implant to see if you can feel for
>okay, your shit's all good
>you start palpitating various parts, opening covers and feeling the various currents and charges, looking for abnormalities or shorts
>something is odd
>you feel the problem in the machine, but something else is going on
>you just need to insulate this wire a little better with electrical tape and you should be good to go
>you've had a while to adjust to your hand implant, you know how pretty much everything feels when it's on
>you finish taping it back into working order
>red green up in this bitch
>there's a faint...  "Buzzing" you can't seem to account for
>it keeps distracting you
>it doesn't really feel like buzzing but it's hard to explain to folk without implants
>it's not coming from the VPT bubble
>this is confusing
>you get your hand out of the device's guts and start feeling around, slowly waving your hand like a compass, trying to feel where the sensation is stronger
>you open up a window display in your left eye and create a simple graph of direction/signal intensity
>for all you know, it's fucking Pinkie Pie's goddamn mane
>frizzy little thing can probably set off electrical storms with that staticky mane of hers
>especially with how much she bounces around
>you connect the battery to your little folding solar panel and stick that outside
>it may take a while but it'll charge the VPT battery
>you step out of your apartment into the direction of the magnetic field you've been feeling
>it's weak, diffuse, but present
>not in the direction of P0nyville at all
>it might be whatever those plants are after
>you continue off, getting pretty far from your apartment
>you've been trudging through the woods for a while now
>you put on some Shadow of the Colossus
>fitting dat mood
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRqfpmzofno
>it's gonna get dark soon
>you have your trusty Fort rifle and your old Glock
>night falls, you're still pushing forward
>you hope they aren't too worried about you
>you think they'll figure you're up to something and by now they should know you're more or less capable of surviving a night inna woods
>poor Luna, hopefully she won't have too many scars
>in any case, you walk through fields and dense brush
>you come across a large canyon-like formation
>the view is pretty damn good, under the bright moon and stars
>adventuring like this is fucking awesome
>it's like you're really in an IRL mmorpg or something
>getting back on track, you go past this canyon into some more woods
>rocks and trees and trees and rocks and waaaatterrrrrrr
>here we go
>since intensity equals source/(4pixdistance to point source^2) or something, you’re probably getting close
>or something
>it’s been a while since you’d done that math
>in any case, the signal it led to a huge ass cave, in any case
>not huge
>massive
>gargantuan
>the mere entrance was like ten fucking stories high
>this is the part where you're feeling a little less like adventuring
>looks pretty damn dark in there
>too dark even for your enhanced eye
>you do pick up some light
>fuck you, light.  Now you’re all curious and shit
>you swear at that voice that says "do it faggot"
>you win this time, voice.  This time
>you slowly walk in, curious about the light
>weapon at the ready
>you try to make as little noise as possible
>it's difficult, shit echoes hardcore in here
>slow and steady
>you walk down, deeper into the cave
>it's just a massive, shallow angle hallway
>looks like a natural formation, just impossibly big
>you’ve been going down this sloping, building-sized hole for a while now
>that light is getting stronger
>the light is coming from some sort of opening
>a massive cavern
>the hole is at the very top of the roof of the cavern, and the cavern makes the hole look like a small pipe
>in the small city-sized cavern is a sight that makes the blood drain from your face
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5YG1lHwZXw
>the alien craft is nestled down there, overgrown like a derelict ruin
>and aliens are budding from the growth
>the light comes from their antennas
>it is a veritable city down there
>you zoom in, looking at the countless alien plant-bugs working to bolster their already innumerable force
>you see them assembling things, growing various devices and crafts
>whelp, it's not Pinkie Pie's mane
>nope
>nope nope nope
>you back away slowly
>now is not the time to spit down a tall place or kick a rock off the ledge
>now is the time to make like a tree and get the fuck out
>the trip back is a blur of nope
>all you remember is crushing terror and being really goddamn tired
>but mostly terror
>it’s morning (again) when you get back to P0nyville
>most of the p0nies seem accustomed to you now
>at least when you’re not dragging a half-dead Princess and a tied up box of plant rape
>you need to find Princess Celestia or Princess Luna
>even Spike would do, with his funky letter magic thing
>hell, a pegasus or a unicorn that can teleport
>ANYTHING
>you push your sore, tired body across the village
>AH HA!
”Hey!  Wait up!” you yell out of a pegasus down an alley
>the gray winged p0ny turns to look
>wait
>isn’t that the flying catastrophe p0ny that crashed through Rainbow’s hospital window?
>oh shit, no way.  It totally is
”Hello?” she answers
”Listen, I need your help!  You need to find Princess Celestia or Princess Luna right now and tell them to gather the R&D team and the Elements of Harmony to Twilight’s library”
>her eyes focus straight at you, for once
”Understood, Mr. Muffin.”
>she takes off like a goddamn rocket
>Mr. Muffin?
>whatever
>better head to the library
>you try to hold a slow jog to the library and fail
>fast-ish walking it is
>you open the door to see Twilight (holy shit, they found her?), Pinks, Jack, Rarity, Spike, Dash, Shy and both Princesses calmly waiting for you
>you’re still panting
>where’s your R&D team?
>the gray cock-eyed pegasus is sitting, looking at you and out the window
>you’re never sure which eye is looking at what with this kind of eye thing
>way to make you feel like you’ve been making you all wait
”Uuuhh…  Hi” you say
>queue in that cliché cricket chirp
”I didn’t call you here for tea, as pleasant as that could be…’
>you seem to feel their impatience
”I was out last night…  Again… And I came across something that calls for every kind of concern.”
>everyp0ny is still quiet
“I’ve discovered the alien craft that Princess Celestia fought off”
>now you have their attention
“the alien plant things are…  growing an army”
>you feel the hair spike up at the back of your neck as Celestia’s mane and tail starts to flow a little more than usual
>”I think we need to either attack or be really prepared for an attack, there’s a lot of them and they’re making weapons of their own”
>you get the same “raised hair” feeling from Luna
>she doesn’t look too bad, considering she was shot, hit with an armored fist and shot again
>the two Princesses start poking various questions, so you just ask them to get one of the display screens from your apartment
>Twilight is back in the blink of an eye
>she teleports good
>she passes you one of the screen datapads, looking pretty serious
>you start streaming video from your eye implant
>the quality is pretty damn good, even in low light
>it’s practically a p0ny pileup as they try all try to get a good view of the relatively small screen all at once
>you barely resist the temptation to die of cute
>they all see the hundreds of thousands of pretty little petunias crawling around, making stuff and growing more
>the video shakes as this was the “gtfo” part of the recording
“Is that all there is?” asks Princess Celestia
“Well, I thought that it would be a good idea to escape alive…” You reply
>you catch Twilight looking at you, then Celestia, and then looking quite wounded
>you figure Twilight is still upset over something about Celestia
>you make a note, you’ll ask her about it
>she won’t get away this time
>Celestia speaks out to the bearers of the Elements
“Everyp0ny, I want you all to stay at the ready, to stay safe and to stay together if possible”
>they all nod in unison
“Sister, it seems we have more work to do”
>she turns to you
“Anon, if you can, continue working with the Equestrian Defense Team, we need to come up with anything that can help protect us”
>you nod almost automatically
>the labcoat ponies walk in and sharply salute you
>these guys are total bros
“Sir, we’ve developed the prototypes you’ve requested.  We’ve come up with an explosive compound, a toxic compound, the “shotguns” and “flamethrowers” you described”
>holy shit, they called you “sir”
>you can’t even remember their names and they called you “sir”
>feels good man
>you’ll have to learn their names for sure
>more than that, that was fast
>like scary fast
>they had understood the concept, worked up a machining plan and had built prototypes within 24 fucking hours
“Show me” you answer
>dis gon b gud
>they take you out of the library, then out past Sweet Apple Acres
>with the 6 Element Bearers in tow
>they should be in for a show, you think, chuckling
>your fatigue seems to have vanished
>you hear the ponies talking behind you, wondering exactly what all this was about and what you were up to with the labcoats
>the lead unicorn speaks up
“First the explosive compound we’ve come up with is this powder.  Magic enhanced flash-flame grind.  We put a half-cubic hoof of it over in near that dead tree”
>you sincerely hope the R&D team doesn’t disappoint you
>the unicorn softly counts back until detonation
“Please cover your years, everyp0ny.  Three…  Two…  One…”
>all you see is a bright flash over in a faraway dead tree
>the flash gives way to a fiery explosion that quickly turns into a mushroom cloud, leaving a crater the size of a house, with a distinct rainbow coloration
>what the fuck is up with rainbow colors up here?
>things were quiet since the flash, for a second or so
>but then the pressure wave hit
FUCKING BANG
>you stumble back, barely standing
>mother of science
>the six ponies behind you are awestruck
“Rainbow, ah think thay one-upped yer Sonic Rainbomb” says Applejack
“yeah, yeah I think they did” she answers, looking pretty blank
“MAH ZEBRAS” you exclaim happily at your R&D team
>they're a little confused with the zebra comment
“We’re glad you like it, sir.  For our next demonstration, we have your “shotgun” set up over here on this cart.
>you have to admit the gun was crude, but this probably wasn’t their area of expertise
”prepare to fire”
>the earth p0ny steps out and easily loads one of the large shells into the punt gun
“fire”
>he pulls the trigger and a solid “bang” rings out and the cart moves back a good foot or so
>the gun turns a pile of apples into mush, sending a lot of fruity chunks everywhere
“Ah’m gonna get reimbursed for mah apples, raight?” whispers Applejack
“Now for the “flame-thrower” says the unicorn, paying no heed to Applejack
>the earth p0ny actuates the second device on the cart and a large flame spouts out
>as you specified, the flammable liquid fired is sticky and slow to burn, it’s less of a propane torch and more of an oil fire
>good…  Good.  The fire will stick to kids
>they tell you they’d rather not demonstrate the biological agent they’ve come up with, as it could endanger Sweet Apple Acres, and it's also difficult to make so they don't have much of it
>hot damn, it must be brutal
>you congratulate them for their efforts
>at that moment, something starts cooking in your head
>like a tumor
>it festers in your mind
>it’s the best idea you’ve ever had
>it just might work
>you crack your knuckles and hunch down with the R&D team, Rainbow Dash and Twilight
>you tell them you need a lot of explosives, some guns and flamethrowers
>you ask Dash to prepare a team of scouting pegasus
>she can't really go on the scouting missions herself as the Echo Hotel needs to be ready at all times, but she can hoof-pick the right fliers
>you ask Twilight study maps of the region and be on the ready for her teleportation abilities
>she won't need to move much, but you hope she can beam stuff around
>the ponies are puzzled
>they have no idea what kind of spaghetti is cooking inside your noggin’
>it’s also best if they didn’t know
>you feel bad for procrastinating on asking Twilight about what's going on, but it'll have to wait
>you go back to the library and pass out on the couch
>again