My Little Realities: C7 - Close Encounter of the Xeno Kind

My Little Realities: C7 - Close Encounter of the Xeno Kind

>you wake up to Twilight knocking on your face plate
>they fuck is it with this world and knocking on your head to wake you up?  Gonna have to talk to them about that
"mmmoobrgl hmmmmuuurgghhh?" you say
>you're always perfectly coherent after a nap
"Welcome back, Anon" says Twilight, looking unimpressed
>maybe she was expecting you to be all bright and cheery
"Hi again.  How long was I out for?" you ask
"Just a few hours.  Here look, it should be almost done!"
>oh right
>horeee shiiiiiiit
>look at that clock go, it's been three days in there
>dem results gon' be clear
>as you watch the completion bar on the screen race forward, you get a little nervous
>if this universe was hostile, you might end up having to go on an all liquid diet through your hydration bladder system
>that won't be fun
>you wonder if the ponies would be able to set you up with an isolation bubble
>DING
>your heart stops
"Foreign organic matter, inorganic compounds, single celled, multi-celled organisms, bacterial and viral species identified, analysis complete"
>pollen count is very high
>there are weird fungi in the ground, but shouldn't be invasive
>hunh
>nothing too weird
>you check results
>’the fuck is this shit
>so magical ponies evolved here but this place has the biological virulence equivalent to your average trip to a foreign country
>may get the shits if you drink unfiltered water but who cares
"Well Twilight, I don't know what kinda wizardry you're all made of but it looks like I won't perish or unleash a pandemic if I take this suit off"
>Twilight's face brightens up considerably; she grins at you and says
"That's so great, means you can eat right?  You must be so hungry..."
"Should be fine, yeah.  Brace yourself; I'm probably not good looking to you folk"
"Now now Anon, it can't be that bad" she says as you start unfastening the head gear
>Twilight then continues, saying
"And we're from very different species so it's probably mutuAAAAAAH!"
"Oh come on I can't be that horrifying" you reply, deadpan
>hunh, she's not looking directly at you
>she's looking at something behind you
>yep, there's probably something really fucked up behind you, isn't there
>you flip your Fort 308 from African carry to shouldered while turning around only to see some fucking spawn of Satan about to burst through the last unbroken window of your mangled apartment
>if you had to throw a wild guess, this thing may just be from that ship Celestia fought off
>it looks like a zergling that had really wild sex with a giant spider
>fucking sweet babby Jesus, that thing is totally going into your bug collection when you finish giving it a bullet enema
>it plows through the window, taking half the wall with it as you as you light it up as fast as you can squeeze the trigger
>who are you kidding, you were totally jerking the fuck out of the bang switch
>in your defense, it's hard to depress that trigger straight to the rear then bring it to reset properly when a couple hundred pounds of xenos "FUCK YOU" is heading towards you at ramming speed
>regardless, that thing isn't more than twenty feet away so it's head rips open as .308 Winchester A-MAX medicine greets the newcomer
>you score hits on its thorax and abdomen section
>it makes a wet but hard "clunk" sound as it hits the ground a few feet in front of you
>you reload, those 20 rounds go fast when you fire at "tactically shitting self" speed
>you seen enough horror movies in your life to know a few things, first, that fucker might not be dead
>so you give it another 20 rounds
>head, chest, abdomen, you leave no spot unfucked
>the thing has too many goddamn legs and arms
>you shove a fresh mag in and hit the action release before the empty has hit the ground
>search and assess, looks clear for now
>and second off for those horror movie lessons; there are probably more of these things around so sleeping over here isn't a great idea
>you look at Twilight, she jammed herself in the corner of the room, hooves pressed against her ears
>her eyes wide with panic
>now your hearing is fine, most of your inner ear and ear canal is artificial, it caps sound at around 90db
>308 inside a room?  Good thing you’re just running a Vortex tuning fork and not a fucking brake
>you hope you didn't burst her eardrums, but she definitely has some hearing damage, even with adrenaline rush hearing occlusion
>because guns are FUCKING LOUD
>anyhow you'll have to deal with that later
>she's looking at you with a traumatized expression
>you're drenched in the assailant's internal fluids
>you say the first thing that pops into your head
"Twilight... " you start, unable to hold back a toothy grin
I'm so very hungry right now"
>WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?
>a scream of utter terror rips out of her throat as she scrambles up
>aw fuck, you just know there's more of those things out there and we can't have a panicking purple pony prancing around
>you leap at her and grab her as gently as you can
>she struggles frantically, yelling between ghasps of air and sobs
>man you really fucked up this time, completely full retard
>you’re going to the dunce corner for that faggotry
"Twilight, please I'm sorry, I won't hurt you, please, just calm down..." you say as she flails around
>she slowly calms down as you hold her and comfort her
>you feel horrible.
>interrupted by sobs, she says
"Just what...  What... is that thing?" she manages to say, her tearful eyes locked on the psychedelic ground meat corpse splattered over your carpet
>for some reason you aren’t convinced Oxy-Clean will get that shit out
>Alien fuckface = 1, Billy Mays = 0
"I don't really know, but I think it probably came from that ship...  Twilight, I'm really sorry about that but we gotta move right now, I don't want to assume that thing was alone.  Do you know if you can get us to town with your magic?
"Maybe, I'll try to concentrate over this ringing...  my ears really hurt..."
"Wait, I just need to grab a couple things, it'll take just a second"
>you rush to your safe room
>you glaze over your small collection
>small to you anyhow
>you get that familiar feeling of “girl in front of walk in closet trying to choose outfit for important date” you keep getting whenever you can’t bring everything that you want to bring
>you decide to bring your go-to “shit that will fuck you up” guns
>Mossber 590A1, slung
>SR-15, one point sling over that
>you bet your ass you're taking the CZ 550 in 450 Rigby
>you're one belt away from transforming into a Square Enix character, fucking rifle sling mess is starting to look like bondage
>you start shoving a VLTOR 10mm Bren Ten in your belt, along with a S&W 29 in .44 Mag when Twilight walks in
"What's taking you so lon-
>too busy to reply, you grab your Savage 110BA in .338LM, propping it up against the wall while you fill a duffel bag full of hundreds and hundreds of rounds of 5.56x45 77gr OTM with cannelure on stripper clips, boxes and boxes of 000 2 3/4" federal plated (full power stuff, not the reduced recoil loads) and slugs, more Hornady Crit Duty for your Glock and TAP .308 for the Fort rifle, Double Tap 200gr Gold Dots for the Bren Ten, 300gr JSPs for the 44 mag, a hundred rounds of 500gr brass solids for the 450 Rigby and those 300 gr Berger VLDs for the 338 that you handloaded, topping it all off with spare magazines by the dozen for everything that's fed that way
"Can you still transport us now?" you finally say, wearing and holding probably over 100lbs of guns and ammo
"Just...  Wha?  Do all you "hooman" explorers and scientists have this kind of weaponry?"
"Twilight, we should probably talk about that later..." you say
>you give the bulk of your collection that’s still in your safe room a mournful, sorry look as you lock the room up again
>you mumble farewell to the rest of your guns, telling them you’ll be back for them very soon
>she gives you this "my brain is so full of fuck" look
>with that, you feel a strangely familiar clap and flash of light