Chapter 24: Can I kill him?
“Ah, Pinkie, you have got to stop talking to yourself. Starting… now.”
“It could be worse, guy.”
“Could it?” Panting and my armor still riddled with buckshot, I collapsed onto the floor. “We should have stayed long enough to paste the other pegasus first.”
We’d had to pull back and find somewhere to hide—the second floor of some sort of food establishment called “Future Burger”. The floor we were on was populated with space-themed chairs and tables, periodically punctuated by a trash can or a condiment station. Cute place. Futurey. Burger-ey, too.
It didn’t seem like there would be anything good left to loot around here, because a good portion of the drink and burger menus had been spray-painted with “future pee” and “future poo”. That, and why would I ever expect to find anything in a building abandoned for two hundred years?
Riverbed encouragingly patted my head. “You could be on fire. I could, like, probably not have a face.” She conked her helmet and grinned, showing off the big cracked dent in the side.
“She should be on fire,” Violet queasily gasped, then collapsed by a nearby trash can. “I’m gonna be sick.”
Nodding, Riverbed agreed, “Yeah, I could be on fire. See? Could be worse.”
“I’m going to be dead. They’ll call for their backup and a platoon will be upon us like a dominatrix. I’m toast,” I babbled, mostly to myself. “I’m going to be toast, and they’ll have the butter waiting for me.”
“Like, I almost got my face relocated. Chill, guy.” It took a second of fumbling with the straps, but Riverbed managed to tug off her helmet. “Dayum. This thing was new, too. At least that’s three-fifty to replace instead of six-fifty for armor.”
“Breathe, Frosty. Don’t panic yet,” Gale hurriedly reassured me. “Everything is fine.”
“Everything is not fine,” I snapped. “They’ll know where we are. They’re going to capture me and probe my butt.”
Comfortingly, Gale massaged my neck. It didn’t make me feel any less panicked, but it made me more comfortable. “What could possibly be up your butt that the Enclave will want?”
“I don’t know!” I wailed, throwing myself on the ground face-first. “Isn’t that what they say happens to deserters?”
“I’m just gonna…” I heard Riverbed quietly sidle away, her voice becoming fainter with each scoot. “Just gonna fix my helmet over there, Guy.”
The hoof stroking my head vanished and the firm grasp of a claw replaced it. “Think of the bright side, wimp. If the Enclave bring their friends, that’s more targets to kill. It’s gonna be fun,” Toasty enthusiastically chuckled.
But I didn’t want to kill pegasi that were following orders! A hunting party was one thing, but a clueless squad of grunts was another. “Y-you don’t know that,” I unsteadily stammered.
“Not with that attitude.”
“What?”
There was the tell-tale whap of a wing meeting the back of a head. “You’re scaring her,” Gale chided. “And that doesn’t make sense, so shame on you.”
“Yeah? What’re ya gonna do about it?”
I tried my best to ignore the sounds of an airsick unicorn and failed miserably. “Could you possibly vomit any louder? I can barely hear myself complain.”
“I’m sorry you fly like a maniac. I can see why Tangerine has developed a fear of heights,” Violet shakily shot back. “Although n—” Whatever she was about to say was interrupted by a particularly violent dry heave.
Which also brought up an interesting question: “When did you even find time to eat?”
Violet looked a lot better now, to her credit. “When did you?” she snapped back, clambering off of the trash can and wiping her mouth with a little rag that she’d levitated from her ratty robes.
That was a pretty good question, actually.
“Uh—” I started, but a trio of little red bars that had appeared on my E.F.S. stole my attention instead. “Shh! We’ve been followed.”
“You’re dodging the question,” Violet muttered, but I didn’t have time to deal with her.
Thankfully, Riverbed was already done patching up her helmet. “Riverbed! Rivvie!” I hissed, waving her over. She squeezed her helmet back onto her head and trotted over, a slightly perturbed grin on her face. “Quiet. Lock and load.”
“Are the fuzz here?”
I slowly turned my head and muttered, “…What?”
An embarrassed blush lit up Riverbed’s face. “Uh, forgot who I was talking to, guy.”
There were a few windows that overlooked the street, so I pressed myself against the wall beside one of them to keep a lookout on the red dots. As I readied my laser rifle, I caught sight of the charge indicator light and reminded myself to keep an eye on it. After my little experience with S.A.T.S. with the rifle, I had a shadow of an idea how it worked. Just in case, I ejected the old microspark cell and replaced it with a new one. Whether or not they had charge was anypony’s guess, since there was no indicator on the outside.
It was also a good thing that Riverbed took her own initiative and set up shop at the top of the stairs, using one of the condiment stands as cover. She even had her shotgun pointed down the stairway for good measure. This was as secure as we could get, considering Violet really couldn’t do much in the combat department.
Speaking of which, Violet had collected a few of the tables and built a little bunker to hide in. Too bad all she was using it for was to read in relative safety. “Psst! Violet!” I hissed. “Do you have a sidearm?” Violet looked up and arched an eyebrow at me. She slowly levitated her book into view, gently shook it, then lowered it out of view to continue reading.
With a reply like that, I wasn’t going to share. My neglected submachine gun was going to be staying that way.
“It’s your funeral,” I muttered under my breath.
The shuffling of hooves and badly-muffled fluttering of wings made me begin paying attention to our surroundings again. It sounded like the two pegasi were around somewhere, but the other part of the group might have managed to get into the first floor while I was distracted.
“We’re not alone out here, guy,” Riverbed whispered at me through the radio.
I rolled my eyes. “Really? I didn’t realize,” I dryly responded.
Crunch.
Clack.
“Ow!” A female voice, slightly annoyed.
“Shh!” Angry rough male voice, sounded like the ghoul.
Scraape.
Shooting a glance at Riverbed, I realized that the window was less of a problem than what was downstairs. “What’s your stock on tac nades?” I lowly hissed.
“Smoke. Red smoke. Flares. Lucky HE nade.”
“Flashes?”
“Go fish.”
I blinked. “What.”
“Got any threes?”
“Now is not the time!” There were what, five of them? Only four of them were combat-effective, so at least we had that. They still had the advantage with their three shotguns in a close combat scenario. I had a shitty markspony laser and Riverbed had her own sawn-off and a plasma rifle. The second that the one with the PipBuck tracked down where us little red bars were hiding, we were dead.
If everything went to plan, dropping a smoke grenade to block the stairway might give us enough time to jump out of the window and cover our escape. “Stay quiet and wait for my go. Prep smoke.”
Riverbed stared right at me, shotgun in mouth and plasma rifle pointed down the stairs. “Me and what hooves, guy?”
“Just sit down and use them!“ If this upcoming kerfuffle didn’t kill her, I probably would out of sheer frustration.
Glancing down, she noticed the same thing. “Oh. Right.” She began to fumble with her gear, somehow managing to both keep watching and fail to locate her grenade.
I peeled myself away from the window and hovered to the opposite side of the stairs, allowing me to look directly at to the foot of the stairs—a blind spot that would go unnoticed because of Riverbed’s attention-attracting barricade.
The soft ping of a pin being removed meant Riverbed was prepared. “Ready, guy.”
“Pop smoke on my mark. Engage if you have a solution.” I alighted on the railing and aimed my rifle at the foot of the stairs. “One…”
Hesitantly, I pulled back the trigger on my rifle and felt the whole gun tremble as the capacitors charged up. Quickly glancing at the indicator light, I noticed that it actually switched from red to orange. “Two…”
Movement out of the corner of my eye made me whirl around, putting me nose-to-scythe with the unmaimed gray pegasus from earlier. There was something in her pale blue eyes that looked a lot like recognition. “Winds?” she breathed, frozen.
Without breaking eye contact, I shouted, “Wait!”
Right on cue, the pegasus was knocked out of the air by a violent projection of pre-war bits from Riverbed’s shotgun. Out of surprise and fright, I unloaded a laser bolt into the ceiling.
Note to self: figure out how to uncharge a shot.
Turning on Riverbed, I hissed, “I said wait!”
Riverbed let her shotgun fall from her mouth and dangle from its strap. “Oh, so now it doesn’t imply three,” she snarked.
That pegasus had recognized me, and there must have been a reason that she hadn’t killed me when I wasn’t paying attention. “No! I mean yes? You know what I mean!” I fluttered to her side and looked her over. Thankfully she had been sensible enough to have some kind of body armor, and the makeshift shotgun ammunition hadn’t penetrated it.
Angry stomping hoovsies from down below reminded me that her friends were probably not too happy. “Like, make up your mind.” Riverbed casually flicked the spoon off the smoke grenade in her open hoof and let it roll down the stairs. “To three or not to three, guy. It’s a number. Can you not, like, count to it?”
“Ceasefire! Ceasefire!” I shouted. Throwing all grace aside, I slapped the dusty gray pegasus across the face to try and snap her out of the impressively shocked state she was in. “Hey, call your buddies off. I want answers!” How did she know me? Why didn’t she take me down when she had the chance?
“Arc! Brass! I’m fine,” the gray pegasus coughed. She didn’t seem too badly hurt, but I still helped her to her hooves. “It’s okay.”
“You want plasma burns? This is how you get plasma burns,” Riverbed taunted—presumably at the ponies down below.
“No! No plasma burns! Riverbed, stop it.”
“Are we damn friendsies, then? Yeah? Let us up these damn stairs and we can talk.” It was the female voice again, but I couldn’t place any distinguishing accent. “Or did you mean ‘talk’, as in how you talked to Shroud?”
“He was asking for it!” I defensively shot back.
It was silent, and for a frightening moment I realized I shouldn’t have said that. “Okay, I can sort of see your damn point. He’s got a sort of slappable face,” the voice jovially replied.
Oh good, she had a sense of humor. I firmly stated to Riverbed, “No disintegrations. Let ‘em up, but be prepared for anything.” Letting them up would at least give us the upper hoof if it came time to turn them into paste. Their numbers should count for naught in the stairwell.
Riverbed stared down the stairs, then shot me a questioning look. “Whatever you say, guy.” She took a few steps back and sardonically waved her hoof forward, inviting the other ponies up. “Ast thou pleases, lady and hog jerky. Thy employer awaits.”
The mare with the broken shotgun appeared, aforementioned weapon strapped to her back. For a nearly safety-orange unicorn, I wasn’t really sure how I managed to miss her. It did bother me that her double-barreled shotgun was actually two shotguns glued together and their pumps merged into one super-pump. Or something.
And then there was the walking pile of meat also known as a ghoul. Again, armed with a shotgun and just as ill-mannered as the mare he was following.
“She tastes like bacon / There’s no mistakin’,” Riverbed began to sing. “From the lovin’ to the oven / Yeah you know what I’m ba—” She abruptly stopped head-bobbing when she finally noticed the murderous look the ghoul was giving her. “What? Too soon?”
“That’s insensitive,” it growled.
Riverbed rolled her eyes. “At least I didn’t use the word ‘crispy’, guy. Touchy.”
On the other hoof, the mare was a lot more worried about the gray pegasus on the floor. “Name’s Brass. Bodyguard, all-around the damned best gun toting badass,” she snapped at me. “And gun for hire, but I’m on contract right now.”
“I like her,” Riverbed giddily whispered to me. “Like, reminds me of me.”
The gray pegasus weakly raised a wing and flapped it. “Blue Jay. Fastest clay duck in the Wasteland. Ow.” The wing flopped back to the floor and Brass rushed to her side.
“I’m Arclight Spanner. Back in my day, you reckless mares would have been flogged for reckless endangerment.” The gravelly grating of the ghoul finally made me take a better look at him. At the time, I’d dismissed him as an earth pony ghoul, but now I noticed the meaty chunks on his back—wings!
So this group had three pegasi, did it? That was no coincidence. “What’s the bounty on me then? Still paying in bits or is it caps now?”
“What in the damn blazes are you talking about?” Brass demanded.
It was a good thing that Riverbed had her guns ready, since Brass didn’t dare risk taking another step. “Don’t try to hide it. The Enclave loves to make Wastelanders do their cleanup work. It’s all about payback, isn’t it?”
“Enclave? Buck the damn Enclave. No, what we’d like is some damn payback for what you damn mercs did to Shade. There’s a damn hole through his damn leg!” Brass continued yelling about revengeance or whatever, but something about what she’d said caught my attention instead.
“We were just passing through, Winds,” Blue Jay coughed.
Buck the Enclave? But…
Pushing the more pressing issue aside, I asked, “Wait, did you just use ‘damn’ several times in one sentence?”
“What’s the damn problem?”
My hooves flew to my mouth. “Luna’s grace, you also have a speech impediment. That’s adorable.” It was more likely she simply liked to curse and swear, but I liked my interpretation better. Out of excitement, I tapped Riverbed and squealed, “I found your soulmate.”
“Guy. I’m touched,” Riverbed breathed, a tear glinting in her eye. “We could, like, totally be besties.”
I heard the ghoul to my left let out a groan of exasperation and shout, “Why are we even talking about this?” By the time I had turned to address him, he was already halfway to me in mid-lunge. “You’re going to pay for what you did to Shade!”
Meat Stallion body checked me and tackled me to the ground before my brain caught up to what was happening. I tried to get up, throw a punch, kick, do anything to fight back but I was thoroughly pinned underneath an undead body. I snapped and struggled as the ghoul rotated his body and pointed his auto-shotgun at my face.
I watched the belt feed of shells advance and I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the end.
It didn’t come.
At least Rumcake would have one less thing to worry about if my face got redecorated.
X~~~X
So far, everything was going exactly as planned. Sodapony hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary yet—besides her offhoof comment of “You’re looking a lot better”—and Frosty’s little coltfriend was neatly tied around my hoof. Hopefully that was me being the suave little changeling I was and not me breaking Frosty’s character.
Speaking of which, the paladin himself trotted alongside of the bedroll I was lounging on. “Hey, quick question: where did you go with Sparkle last night?”
To my annoyance, in the time that I had replaced Frosty we still hadn’t left Stronghold except for a quick jaunt to the most defended whorsehouse in the Wasteland. “I’m honestly not sure. I let Sparkle carry me around because I got too drunk to fly.” In truth, I used that excuse to try and reforge a new friendship with her. Crazy was possible for me to pull off, but not Frosty-grade insanity. “Why?”
Rumcake popped off his helmet and dropped it next to me, sighing, “Sparkle caught balefire crotch.” I winced and shuddered just thinking about it. “She can’t stop scratching, and last I checked she was basically humping everything for relief.”
“Ew.” A fate worse than death, perhaps.
Similarly, the stallion by me shifted on his butt. “Yeah. Her bits glow a little, which is sort of funny.”
Suddenly, I developed an irrational fear for my own privates. “Wait. Do you have balefire crotch?” Getting balefire crotch would be doubly shitty for me and both of my genitals, morphed away or not.
Taken aback, Rumcake instantly denied it with a resounding, “No! Of course not!” We stared at each other in stunned silence until he asked, “D-do you?”
Pumping a little bit of mesmer into my gaze, I snapped, “No, and don’t ask stupid questions.”
“I—I’m sorry. I was just checking?” For a split second, Rumcake’s eyes flashed green, a sign that he had accepted the suggestion. “Just, uh—making sure that Sparkle didn’t hump you as well. Yeah.”
And then on the off topic of sex, “Real talk. What kind of pony goes ‘yep’ during sex? I mean, come on!” It had been nearly impossible for me to siphon his love earlier just because it was so distracting, but suffering through it had left me so happily stuffed with love that I couldn’t move. And, heh, stuffed with something else.
“Habit.”
“Well, stop it.” With a lot more force in my mesmer, I insisted, “I’m sure you can get over it.” I didn’t want to risk burning him out too quickly, but I really couldn’t handle his yep’ing every time I wanted to do it.
This time, Rumcake actually shuddered and blinked. “Uh, yeah. I could get over it.”
“Excellent.” I reached out and stroked his chin. “Now come here and cuddle.”
X~~~X
“HELLO.”
My eyes snapped open. Time around me had frozen—Riverbed was in mid-lunge, Brass and Blue were stuck shouting, Violet was… well, being Violet. “Am I dead?”
“YOU’RE HAVING A NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE.” Mort the skele-pony sort of glided to the ghoul’s side and tugged the shotgun’s belt feed backward just a bit. “Also, I’m dropping by to give you a convenience call. Time’s running out.”
Even if time wasn’t moving, that didn’t mean I could comically pick up the ghoul on top of me and leave. “I don’t know what to do, guy.” Catching myself, I groaned, “Aaugh, I’m turning into Riverbed.”
“YOU’VE NEARLY RUINED EVERYTHING I HAD PLANNED BECAUSE YOU’RE JUST SO SLOOOOW.” Comically, his intoning, echoing voice raised to a whining pitch. “YOU’RE NOT EVEN GOING IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION ANYMORE BECAUSE YOU SPLIT OFF WITH YOUR OTHER GROUP.”
Fixing my gaze on the skelepony, I growled, “I’m working on it.”
The little motes of light in Mort’s skull slowly drifted toward me. “Are you sure? I mean—”
“I’ve got it under control,” I firmly snapped.
Mort glided backward and sagely nodded. “If you say so.”
Then I noticed that he wasn’t wearing his dumb green suit anymore. “Hey, whatever happened with your jury duty or whatever it was, anyhow?”
“What? When did I…?” The lights in his eyes suddenly shrank in realization and he quickly snapped, “SAY NO MORE. THE FUTURE IS NOT TO BE MEDDLED WITH.”
“Huh? But I thought—”
“I AM NOT BOUND BY YOUR PERCEPTIONS OF TIME. I mean, ponies die every minute. How else do you think I do my job?”
I dumbly laid on the ground and cautiously answered, “Uh… quickly?”
“No, not—well, okay I’ll give you that one. Do you want the long version or the short version?”
“Short.”
“I am a time traveling skeleton in a cloak. And I sometimes collect souls.”
I blinked. “You know what, I can live with that explanation. So, the last conversation I had with you… hasn’t happened yet?”
“THAT, OR IT HAPPENED SO LONG AGO I NO LONGER REMEMBER IT.” A tiny pocket watch on a gold chain appeared in midair, urgently ticking at Mort. “I HAVE TIME AT MY WHIMS BUT I CANNOT DELAY MEETING WITH THE IN-LAWS. The clock is ticking, friend. Good-day, Frostivus Kay Winds.”
“Wait!” I reached out toward the edge of his departing cloak. “Before you go, can you raise your hooves in the air and cry, ‘nyaah’?”
“…why?”
With the assistance of Filly Frosty, I channeled the most adorable face I could muster. “Pweeease?”
Mort heaved an airy sigh. “Frosty, I have things to do. Maybe another time.” He promptly vanished from sight without another word.
Of course, that meant time caught up to me. Ghouley’s shotgun instantly jammed, and Riverbed knocked him off of me before he had a chance to fix it. The other two ponies screamed something or other—I didn’t catch much of it. Hysteria broke out a breath later when Riverbed slammed herself down on top of the ghoul’s chest and started to whale into it. Brass dashed in to break up the fight, but Blue decided to limp over to me instead.
“Winds, you’ve got a weird idea of company.”
The free-for-all brawl across from us had escalated enough so that Violet abandoned her bunker and joined us in spectating. “How do you know my name?” I asked her, adding a doubtful glance in her direction.
“Don’t you remember?
“No. My brain isn’t as good as it used to daisy sandwich.”
Blue tilted her head. “I was an assistant for a one Captain—ah, it’s old news. I know it was a while ago and we didn’t really talk so much as interact, but—”
<~~~>
Ugh, not again.
I found myself standing in a semi-circular conference room in front of five other pegasi. Four of them were seated at the nicely polished wood table in the center of the room, while the fifth stood slightly behind one on the left. The insignia on their collars were very high-ranking, which began to worry me.
The standing pony was none other than Blue Jay, sporting a uniform about a size too small and looking nervously uncomfortable. Her light blue mane did actually look a lot better in a bun rather than the giant braid she had it in earlier. Why was she here?
There was a sigh from my left. “Thankfully, the surgery has not appeared to have left any lasting effects. Nopony will notice the scar once her mane grows back in a slight bit more.” I couldn’t see the pony speaking because he was standing next to me, and I couldn’t turn to look for whatever reason. Out of the corner of my eye I could tell he had a pale orange coat from the shade of his nose. “However, we’ve run into a… slight… snag.”
“Stars above, you better not have burned through your funding already.” One on the left—a second lieutenant—snapped, leaned forward and slammed his hoof on the table. For some strange reason, I couldn’t make out anything about him. Focusing on him only created a fog that obscured him further. “Again.”
“No, it’s… we haven’t been able to work flexibility into the initiative. She’s good at following orders, but figures of speech will go right over her head,” the pony to my left answered.
Taking that cue, I glanced upward. One of them chuckled in response.
“That, or she might try to do it literally,” the decidedly sciencey pony to my left sighed.
A captain who was sitting on the right side of the table calmly drawled, “How does this affect the initiative moving forward?” Just like last time, trying to make out anything about him only made him blur more. Leaning back, he slapped the pony standing behind him. “Staff Sergeant Jay, make a note to grab expenditure sheets.” She nodded and did exactly that, fishing a small notepad out from somewhere.
“Uh…” Lefty pony nervously clopped his hooves together. “Out of our current pool of subjects, Ms. Winds is the first who hasn’t lost cognitive functions post-operation. We’re working on re-imprinting her again, which has set us back by several weeks. We know the program works so it shouldn’t be much of a problem.”
Secondey pulled a small stack of papers toward himself and leafed through one specific file. “What’s keeping us from using the Batch Three list? I mean, some of these recruits are pretty good. This Dust Devil looks like a good contender.” Tossing that aside, he picked up another one and glanced at it. “Even this Tailwind pony looks great.”
“We haven’t even started on psych evals yet, not to mention clearance or issues of red tape,” Lefty insisted.
“Is it safe to discuss in front of her? I mean, this is much higher than her pay grade will ever be,” the captain interrupted.
“For all she knows, she’s asleep in the janitor’s closet. We conditioned her to associate a song to sleep.” I felt a tap on my nose, courtesy of Lefty. “See?”
“Is she working right now?” a first lieutenant cautiously asked from the left side of the table. “As in, er, you know…”
“She should. She hasn’t said a peep, and that’s a sure sign she’s still receptive,” Lefty replied.
Reclining backward, the captain ordered, “I want a demonstration.”
Lefty gently tapped the back of my head. “Well, first we’ll have to make sure she knows that she can take orders from you.” On cue, I turned my head and blankly stared at Lefty. He was the shining example of what every science nerd strove to be—thick-framed glasses, unkempt coarse red hair, and eyes that didn’t entirely know what the definition of teamwork was. “Frosty, you are to take orders from Captain Silver Lining.”
I looked at the captain again and was strangely reminded of bananas. Odd. “Negative,” I emotionlessly droned.
Lefty sighed. “Hang on, I can do this. Frosty, Captain Lining is cleared to issue orders to you. Because he’s a captain. And he outranks you.”
All I apparently managed was an even more blank stare. I could feel the dead fish look starting to seep in.
Firstie scooted a little closer. “Is something wrong with her?”
“Think of Frosty like a cat. She obviously understands what she’s told, but sometimes she doesn’t know what to do about it.” Lefty pulled a little flashlight out of the front of his lab coat and shined it in one eye, then the other. “Or she’s lazy.” He frustratedly grabbed me by my collar and mashed his face into my chest. “Why do you do this to me? Why, why, why?”
I heard Captain Lining hum to himself, then dictate, “Airpony Winds, this is Staff Sergeant Blue Jay. I am ordering you to obey her commands. Do you understand?”
Immediately, I turned myself to face him and saluted. “Yes sir.”
At my side, Lefty sounded like he was having an aneurysm. “Go on.” The captain slapped Blue’s flank and gestured at me.
Still looking a bit flustered, Blue trotted around the table and firmly planted herself in front of me. “Okay, Airpony Winds. We’re going to run parade drills.” She cleared her throat, then yelled, “Atten-shun!”
I planted all four hooves on the ground and clicked them together.
“Left face!”
Dutifully, I took a step with my right hooves and pivoted, putting me facing left.
“Right face!”
I reversed the steps and complied. More orders trickled in and I followed them to the dot.
“Left face! Left face! About face! Right face! About face!”
Captain chuckled and clapped. “That’s good, that’s good. Make it harder!”
Blue coughed and took a breath. “By the numbers. Left face.”
Following the rules, I didn’t do anything. I simply stood there and waited for the numbers to come in.
“One.”
I took the first step with my hoof and kept it there, waiting.
“Two.”
I pivoted on the spot.
“Three.”
And then I clicked my hooves together again.
“At ease, Winds.”
“As you were, sir!” I shouted back.
This time, Secondey muttered, “That usually gets the recruits.”
Seemingly having recovered, Lefty added, “Frosty should do everything by the book. Unfortunately, that also limits operational flexibility.”
“I am entertained.” Captain chuckled. “I’ve seen enough. If it’s funds you need, by all means you’ll have them.”
Taking the cue, Blue said, “Cancel by the numbers. At ease, Winds.” Then she quietly added, “Okay, how do you make her stop?”
“Uh… cancel parade drills?” Lefty suggested. “I’d dismiss Frosty, but that might actually make her return to whatever she was doing before.”
Firsty called out, “Sudo follow me.”
I fixed my dead fish gaze on him and took one step forward. “Yes sir. Take the lead.”
Bolting upright, Firsty exclaimed, “Oh shit, that worked.”
“What?” Lefty gaped at him.
“Took a programming class in Penguin for credits back in academy.” Firsty scooted out of his chair and trotted toward the door, which I desperately tried to follow but the table kept getting in my way.
“…Why does that work? What did you do?” Lefty trotted to the table and shoved papers everywhere. “I could have sworn… uh, I’ll uh, I’ll work on it.”
“Come along, Airpony Winds. Let’s march thirty laps into the electric fence.”
“Yes sir.”
<~~~>
I came out of the memory with a lurching gasp, and a wave of nausea washed over me. My head hurt, and it was more from disorientation rather than how confused I was by what I had seen. “That was way too many revelations in a very short amount of time. I-I need a minute to think.” I unsteadily tottered to one of the chairs and sat down in it, throwing my head into my hooves.
Hooves clopped closer and stopped. “Uh, what now, guy? You okay?”
“I need time to think,” I groaned into the table. “Leave me alone.” Curiously enough, the fight had died down and its contenders were recovering.
Somewhere farther away, I think I heard Blue ask, “Not to ruin this beautiful moment you’re having, but why does the bathroom door have ‘THE FUTURE’ sprayed on it?”
~~~~~
Somehow, Riverbed had managed to defuse the situation and managed to convince the other group to depart without much more than a few caps and healing potions to make it up to their injured friend. The memory from earlier was still bothering me, and it wouldn’t stop nagging at the back of my mind. It bothered me more that they weren’t even after the Enclave bounty, if it existed anyway. Riverbed insisted nothing was wrong, but I had a nagging feeling that I hadn’t seen the last of them.
“I’m still mad you beat the ghoul up with his own jaw bone.”
Riverbed guffawed and snorted. “Aw, guy—you should have seen his friend! She was like, ‘that’s not physically possible’, guy, as I was beating him off with his own jaw.”
The sound of pages flipping abruptly stopped and Violet asked, “Beating him up, you mean?”
“Sure, sure.”
Changing the subject, I grumbled, “Does anypony actually know where we’re going?”
Before I had even finished saying that, Violet answered, “Check your map.”
The only way I managed to accomplish that was randomly cycling through functions until I stumbled onto it. “Yeah, I don’t know what I’m doing in here.” All I managed to do was zoom the map all the way into the far right corner and get stuck there.
Riverbed gave me a nudge. “Guy, don’t you read? We’re here.” To prove it, Riverbed pointed at the worn sign I was standing right next to, then at the small fenced complex behind it.
The cracked stone stairs led up into a squat two-story building overrun with dead shrubbery all over the walls. “Wait, where’s Violet?” I slowly realized, since there was suddenly only two of us out here.
“Oh, she went inside while you were playing with your PipBuck,” Riverbed smartly replied, almost happily so.
Great. Just great. Now I had to go find her and figure out why we were here in the first place. With Riverbed—predictably—at my rear, I made sure my claw-shotgun was still loaded and then tromped into the dark, frightening, cold dark darkness full of dark. And debris.
A shrill wail from inside cut into my heart, a guttural moaning echoed through the deserted halls, and my blood froze solid.
…And full of scary monsters.
If I wasn’t the badass mare I was, I would’ve peed myself a little. “Nope. Nope. Abort field trip. Nope. Nuh-uh,” Riverbed blurted, her hooves clopping on the weathered hardwood. “I will murder for fifty bits and a can of corn. I’ll do your dirty work for one hundred and an ice cream bar. But no way in fifty thousand shades of hay am I going to fight creepy deaky ghosty things. Nuh uh.”
Thanks to Riverbed, I was getting a little unnerved as well. “It’s… uh… the wind. Yeah, it’s probably just the wind or something.”
This time, a series of echoing sobs and cries made the two of us throw all sanity out the window and cling to each other. “Okay, maybe you have a point,” I whimpered. “Screw this place.” The feel of a pair of hooves sliding down my back then shoved me back to reality. “And stop feeling me up!” I regained my senses and pushed her away; she wouldn’t stop trying to grope my butt through my armor.
Gale strolled into view and chuckled. “Like it or not, you still have to go find Violet.”
“What do you mean by, like, you, guy?” Riverbed demanded. “You’re coming with me, like it or not.”
Creepy abandoned building? Crying noises? If we had an evil-banishing camera, then we’d have the winning combination for a horror game. Or movie. More importantly, why had Riverbed even answered Gale in the first place? That was directed at me, wasn’t it? “I’ll wait right here and cry in a corner, thank you very much.” Then pointing at Gale, I added, “And you shut your trap! You know how scared I am!”
“Guy, there’s nopo—oh, right.” Catching herself, Riverbed nervously pranced in place and peered into the darkness “C’mon, guy. We can do it, right?”
I groaned. The last weird creepy building that I had been in was a surreal enough experience for me, especially with the epic mass hallucinations. “Okay, if you start seeing freaky things then we’re leaving. Violet can probably take care of herself,” I responded while trying my best to gather my courage.
While I was doing that, Riverbed asked, “What about you, guy?”
A few calming breaths later, and I was ready to take the plunge into a dark and probably haunted research facility. “I think we both know that my mental health is invalid. For all I know you’re a figment of my imagination and this is actually some sort of post-apocalyptic alternate universe that I’ve made for myself.”
“If it is, then this is a shitty AU. It, like, doesn’t even have smut,” Riverbed nervously chuckled, readying her own weapons.
There was a certain possibility that I could use my submachine gun, but I couldn’t be bothered with finding it. “Let’s sweep from room to room. Violet couldn’t have gotten far.” That was the best I could come up with, since my E.F.S. wasn’t going to tell me anything useful. My collar told me otherwise, because it was nearly searing hot.
Riverbed began to say something in response, but I didn’t catch it. The sensation of something violently pulling on my burning collar made me scream in fright. My stomach twisted, my vision flashed white, my breath caught in my throat, and then I met the floor at a particularly high speed.
“Oh, so you finally made it.” Scratching noises from somewhere to my left gave me an idea of who was responsible. “Took you long enough.”
“Thank you, Violet,” I barely managed to choke out, hopefully in the direction her voice was coming from.
As I stumbled to my hooves, desperately trying not to vomit from the forced teleportation, the crying echo came back again. That got my head back in the game in an instant, and I blinked away the stars in my eyes. I had been forcibly relocated into the doorway of some kind of dark, dank, musty old storage room. Violet seemed to be more absorbed in rifling through one of the many bins of notebooks and paper in the room.
Without even turning around to reply, she mentioned, “Don’t worry about that, he’s mostly harmless. Just help me find Professor Double Check’s notes.” Either she had known what I was going to ask, or she was just being obnoxious as usual.
Hold on a second! “What do you mean by he’s harmless?”
“Yeah, there’s a colt stuck in a bear trap.”
“What?”
“Mhm.”
“Is he okay?”
“He’s stuck in a bear trap.”
“That literally answers nothing.”
Violet let out an exasperated sigh. “It’s only his leg, and you’ve demonstrated that meat limbs are not only optional but fashionably outdated.” She gestured at the far end of the room. “Could you check over there? I’m getting the feeling that this place is organized by department rather than alphabetical or decimal.”
That sounded like a lot of work, but there was only one way to escape from all this paperwork. “I’ll go help what’s-his-face then. Where’s lucky mister bear trap?”
This time, gesturing with a floating box lid, Violet dryly responded, “Out, around the corner, past the stairs; you’ll know when you see him.”
So I did exactly that, sidestepping rubble and only losing my way once, because “around the corner” was a vague expression when it came to a three-way junction. I finally stumbled upon the navy-blue unicorn face-first on the floor, his right hind leg firmly clamped in a heavy-looking bear trap. It looked like it had been covered up with something to act as a trap, because there was a dead ghoul leaning against the end of the hall with a quite shiny curved knife thing tantalizingly buried in it.
The stallion began whimpering again, and I realized that all the noise had been coming from him. “Oh good, this one can’t get away,” Toasty snickered. Apparently she had snickered just loud enough, because Trappy the unicorn sat up and sort of spun around to face us. Although for the record, he looked perfectly average for a stallion and not actually like a trap.
“Are you gonna help me out of this thing or are you gonna continue staring like a twat?”
Toasty trotted around the stallion, examining him. “Mmm. You smell like my new best friend,” she purred, nudging his black cowpony’s hat to sniff his ear.
Curiously enough, all Trappy was wearing was some sort of ballistic vest-looking thing tucked full of smaller razor-sharp knife things. “I can give you something else to smell if you don’t shut your trap and help me out here.”
Whatever. “Well, with an attitude like that, I don’t think I want to help you.” It didn’t seem like there were any other traps around, so I got closer so that I could pop open his saddlebags. “And especially with your dumb purple mane. You look like a disaster. It doesn’t go with your hat or your eyes.”
Besides his hat and his knives, he wasn’t wearing anything else, so his sun and moon cutie mark was showing. What kind of cutie mark was that, anyway? Gale appeared next to me and examined the stallion’s butt. “Maybe it’s a tattoo?” And it was attached to a very nice butt, as well.
“Hey! What are you doing back there?” I wasn’t going to bother wondering why this unicorn didn’t just free himself, but free loot was free loot.
“Seein’ if you’ve got anything good in here.” The answer to that question was a resounding no. “What are you even going to do with this many bladed implements? Is that a fire axe or are you happy to see me?” I began to pull weapon after weapon out of his saddlebags, getting more and more confused with each item. Combat knives, little retractable knives, even a few of the cute little flippy knives that griffons had sometimes. “Dude, why do you even need all of these?” I extracted a particularly long serrated one and gasped, “Oooh, I like this one.”
“That’s a bread knife!”
I continued to hold it, then I cocked my head at it. “Seriously? That’s a pretty serious weapon to carve up some baked wheat.”
“Who said it was for carving baked wheat?”
I blankly stared at him. “Uh, you did.”
Suddenly, Toasty returned to my side and begged, “Hey, can he be our new best friend? Please?”
Just like me, Gale gaped at Toasty. “Wait, you were serious?” Gale asked.
Toasty excitedly nodded. “Yuh.”
“Uh.” I looked at the stallion, then her again. “I mean, we could always use more ponies on our team.”
“Who are you talking to?” Trappy nervously asked as he twisted his head back and forth, trying to get a better look at me.
“Aw, he’s cute,” Gale cooed. “He’s like an injured little puppy.”
Oh, I needed a name from him. “What’s your name?”
“Midnight.”
Seriously? Of all the stallions to run into in the entire Wasteland, it was one with a strangely edgy name? “Okay, that’s dumb. You’re gonna stay being Trappy,” I insisted.
“You mean I’m gonna stay trapped or are you naming me Trappy?”
Keeping him trapped wasn’t a terrible idea, and it seemed like he had enough random junk on him to sell for caps. “Well, let’s go for a bit of column A and a little of column B.” I mused, staring at his hat. “Depends. How attached are you to that cowpony’s hat of yours?”
“What?”
“You’re right. How about you owe your life to me and call it even? That hat’s barely worth anything anyway.”
“What? No!” A few weak sparks burst from Trappy’s horn and he winced.
“Okay, whatever then. Have fun in your trap if you think you’re fine on your own.” I shrugged and continued to dig through his saddlebags regardless. “Just be careful when you free yourself or else you’ll bleed out when the teeth come out. Oh, and don’t forget to set your leg afterward—that’s definitely at least fractured.”
Trappy dejectedly glanced at his stuck leg and then at me. “Can you please help me?”
“No, because you have a stupid name!” I burst out, gesturing with some kind of bayonet-looking thing I had found tucked away with three others, each painted in a different camouflage pattern. “I mean, what sort of parent names their foal ‘Midnight’? It’s like somepony naming their foal ‘Tangerine’, or ‘Rumcake’, or ‘Violet Dusk’. Do you dirt-munchers actually just have a thing about dumb names?”
“What?”
A grin crept onto my muzzle. “Say what, one more time.”
I heard Gale facehoof. “Don’t you say it,” she warned.
“W-why?” Trappy stammered again.
I loudly sighed and groaned, “You’re supposed to say 'what' again.”
“Why?”
All I wanted to do was make a dumb joke and he’d ruined it beyond salvaging. “Can I kill him?”
“No. Stop.” Gale gently sandwiched my head between her hooves.“Stop trying to kill everypony we meet. You’re making a bad impression. How about I’ll help him out of the trap and you can angst with all his dark and edgy knives.”
Begrudgingly, I agreed and let Gale take over. She warmly smiled at Trappy and approached the bear trap clamped to his leg. “Okay Trappy, I’m going to try opening the trap. If it hurts too much we can stop if you’d like.” She placed our claw on the inner edge of one side and wedged our armored hoof into the remaining space. “I’ll start on three. Ready?”
Trappy hesitantly stared at us, then at the hunk of metal around his leg. “How about you not call me that? Just because I don’t have any magic left in me right now doesn’t mean I can’t shiv you.”
“Seeing as Frosty refuses to call you Midnight, I think we can compromise with ‘Middy’.” Gale shifted her stance and took a deep breath. “I’m going to open the trap now. Don’t move to suddenly—can you do that?”
“Mhm,” Tra—er, Middy whimpered and grit his teeth.
Gale grimaced. “Three.” She began to pry the jaws of the trap apart, and she was desperately trying not to stare at the blood and flesh sticking to the metal.
Of course, Middy screamed bloody murder and begged Gale to stop. It was a lot of incoherent pain noises, but I did catch my personal favorite a second before it started—“I mean really w…ho the buck starts at threeaaaaauuugh!” Gale didn’t stop pulling until the trap was nearly all the way open.
“Carefully move your leg—and use both of your hooves, quickly!” Gale commanded. It wasn’t hard to keep the trap open thanks to the power armor, but the two of us were getting a little annoyed by the mewling whimpering coming from Middy. When he didn’t budge, Gale rolled our eyes, sighed, and sarcastically despaired, “Oh no, I’m losing my grip.”
That got him moving, and he hastily—and much faster than he should have—heaved his leg out of the way with a pained scream. The bear trap snap shut and we plopped down on our haunches. “Whew, thanks for the help. What was your name?” He hissed in pain and clutched at his oozing leg.
“My name is Gale. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Midnight.” Gale flashed him a wry grin and continued, “Actually, I shouldn’t have introduced myself like that. Frosty would have preferred ‘My name is Frosty. Winds, Frosty,’ then realize she’d quoted it wrong again.”
If she wasn’t actually right, I would have snapped at her about it.
Middy gave me a weird pained look. “You wouldn’t happen to have a healing potion or a whisky or whatever, would you?”
Gale glanced at the stallion’s oozing, slightly crooked leg. “Perhaps we should set that first.” Why was she even being so nice to him? I mentally prodded her to stop immediately. “Hmph, Frosty doesn’t like me talking to you. Good luck with her, but I shall be a moment’s away if you need me.”
I was unceremoniously dumped back into control of my body and I nearly face-planted into the stallion’s exposed crotch. “Okay, fine. Since Gale likes you so much, let’s settle it at ‘you owe me your life’ and now you get to be my new butt slave forever.”
“…Butt slave? ‘Splain.”
“Well, our group is currently made of three mares. Adding you not only brings balance back to the force but also gender equality,” I smartly replied. “That, and I need a new stallion to call my own anyway.”
“I’m not going to be a slave!” A long-bladed, heavy knife appeared in Middy’s mouth, drawn from the sheath strapped to one of his forelegs. It had a forward bend at the halfway point, and the front of the blade had a huge leaf-shaped head to it. I nonchalantly slapped it away with my claw before the swing connected. Still, he defiantly yelled, “What makes you think I’ll listen to you anyway?”
Rolling my eyes, I grunted, “Fine, I’ll at least fix your leg. Can’t see why you can’t just walk it off. That enough for you?”
“Eat a dick sandwich,” Middy spat.
I brushed it off with a huff. “That’s not even your line.”
Footnote: Level up!
New Perk: Unquestioning Loyalty – Orders given to you by a party leader grant you a bonus to combat skills.
Current Sub-perk: Diplomacy – Remember thy Charlamane. You gain +8 to Speech.
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Oh man, tough. Nice to see you back, though!
There's a lot of 'not going to bother with it' going on.
If only I had money to make it happen. I've spent more on other silly commissions lately.
The world may never know! Stay tuned for the next episode.
Yeah, bear with me on this one. This is the same idea of Frosty's racist barn-- She just can't possibly be bothered to do it because it's just way too much work. You can say she's somewhat trusting, I suppose. If they deserved it, they deserved it.
It took long enough that everyone is up already, yeah.
If you don't look at it, then it doesn't exist right?
....no.
Sparklenotes was the best pun-worthy device I could come up with. Bear with me.
Professionals have standards, right?
Apparently you can aim for the groin and eyes in Fallout 2. Since Frosty's Pipbuck is a 2k (from Fallout 2), it still retains that ability.
It's Psycho Mantis! C'mon!
What's the hardest part of a vegetable to eat? The wheelchair.
I'll see myself out.
Itt's not particularly anyone rather than just yet more wastelanders wandering about.
I forgot how this worked, and nobody corrected me about it. Aaaugh. I'M SORRY
Not very good at it. I tried so hard.
Violet exempted herself.
Oh shit. It did, but I forgot to update this portion afterward since the train bit was 'new'. IT'S A NEW LIGHTBULB.
Ah yes, I've done that a few times.
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What the hell? I thought I already replied to you. Damn it, knighty. All I can really say is that you and Seraphem give me warm fuzzies with your responses.
Guess who. Hehehehehehehe.
I want to purge my memory of charlemenge.
His Crusader Kings II DLC broke my savegames as far as playability is concerned.
Is my OC a canterlot native in this instance? (If he were then it's not OOC to have done that, especially if frosty melted the nice barrel for his shotgun. But questionable sanity was more of meant as an eccentric/mad scientist rather than excessively impulsive to point of suicidal. Then again, he has good reasons to dislike enclave...)
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Must resist Monty Python-based impulses.
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Remember: Ponies are about one-third the size of humans. A hundred floors would be the equivalent of around thirty floors in the real world, and we clearly see buildings at least that tall in Rarity Takes Manehatten.
I actually stumbled upon some Frosty Winds smut the other day. Congratulations, your fic is now popular enough for fansmut to start appearing.
WE NEED UPDATES!!!!
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I just did! What more do you want from me?
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I've commissioned a few, but some has been giftart/requests by other people. 10/10.
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r34 m8
Nonodys safe
Wow, the OCs survived! Or at least most of them. Didn't see one I remember from the previous chapter. Probably guarding the door on the street or something.
Yeah, I don't have as much to comment on this time as I usually do. Good chapter.
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Aha, welcome back!
All will be answered in time. Eventually.
Ah, but that's what makes him so ruggedly mysterious and handsome! But yeah, this will be addressed in the big reveal later on.
Sorry, sorry. I forgot to account for feasibility while writing here. My fault.
Uh... Pretend it's Fallout! Yeah, you can equip powerfist on top of power armor. Yeah.
I wanted to do a Lucky 32 reference thing. No idea why I wanted it, to be honest.
Russian roulette is pretty popular these days, don'tcha know.
She's an NPC, so she has as much ammo as she needs to, right? Right?
There's only so much time to goof off with sidequests. And it's a reference to this one thing in Fallout 3.
Exploding bees.
Flying glass. It's in there somewhere, I remember.
Well, Memories is a collection of side-quests and delaying the main quest as long as possible. Everything will make sense eventually!
Well, I tried to say this from my cellphone, but I got an error message. So I'm doing this from my computer.
You'd think a stallion would leap to the chance of getting to do some smut with three mares. Although I guess, butt slave really isn't a good job description.
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That, and one of these mares is definitely giving off a psychopath vibe.
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Hey, welcome back.
...I have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote it. At the time, it seemed like a good idea.
There's a lot of expressions that don't carry well into pony-related things. I think I considered 'shouldered' here, but that doesn't work as well either.
How did this get past me AND my editors? I could have sworn we got this scene done right. I'm pretty good about keeping Frosty's ammo count under tabs, so that's usually not a problem.
I have to agree on you here. I'll have to repurpose this into something else, probably like the Medic's Quick Fix Megaheal Uber. It's what I originally sort of thought about it, but I just wrote it really badly. Ugh.
This one's tricky. A: I actually don't know how good penetration is on a shotgun because I am neither gun enthusiast or armchair infantry. It worked better in terms of literary reasons. B: Apparently frag grenades are useless against armor, which makes HE grenades more useful in that regard.
You know, writing Violet was the most nonsense thing I did at the time.
Yeah, I didn't like it either but the last editor wanted these Rangers to feel a lot more like the original Brotherhood. At the time, it seemed like a good idea but it really is just sort of out of nowhere. Fuck, I don't know what I'm doing.'
Violet comments on it the first time she gets a better look at Frosty. After she gets her book, if I remember properly.
Oh, the DLC is actually DLC. There's a reason the story feels a lot like a game.
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This bit takes place around Chapter 4-5. I did my best to allude at it.
No! I've already used up my quota for redundancy from the Department of Redundancy Department!
UM. UH. Pretend it was a second air vent! Yeah!
And 10% quark.
Minds. Blown.
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> firsty not found in sudoers file. This incident will be reported.
Probably for the best what after all that discussion concerning "balefire crotch" earlier...
Went.
Yup, this chapter was great. Truly, Penguin is the programming language of the future.
This is getting interesting. I don't know if it's the Hoovengting raider plague, her programming done by the Enclave coming apart or the stress. But it seems like Frosty is becoming a bit more erratic and not just in her actions. She's gradually becoming hard to follow both in her head as well in action she takes.
It almost seems like the plague is fighting her control for dominance. Which is strange, you wouldn't think a virus would work on the software, but corrupt the hardware instead.
Frosty better find a solution to her problem soon or at least a way to stabilize it. If it keeps going like this, we might not be able to continue following the story through Frosty's perspective when things get dicey.
5408740 I suppose I should let Bobulator reply to you first, but I have things I wanna say.
Because once he was known as Tabber, and Doc knew who he really was, his options were limited. He was waiting for other opportunities to arise. His current hate-on for Frosty is purely based on her blasting his leg apart and focusing on her as "the cause of all his problems". Nothing actually logical, just revenge.
This bit is a reference to this bit in Ch. 18:
Frosty has good reasons to think this way, courtesy of Rumcake's awful, awful wording.
This bit is Violet trying to make a joke, and no one getting it because Violet says everything serious with a straight face. In a later chapter Frosty is forced out of range and she just teleports back.
Because she made the spell, and she included herself.
Ch. 21 and 22 are really just parts 1 and 2 of the same chapter; you'll see where this act is heading very soon. Ch. 22 is one of my personal favorites... but, then again, I said that about Intermission 1 and you hated that, so maybe I should keep my mouth shut.
Act 3 is, in general, the "escalation in conflict" act. Memories's "This Coming Storm" from FO:E. It's going to get a lot worse before it gets better, so be prepared for that.
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Yeah I get that now, all he's after his revenge because.. ummmm.. reasons... and it's all about blaming her for his own screw ups and her not being a good little victim and dying like she was supposed to.
Doc knowing about him and being able to blow the whistle if 'Tabber" suddenly vanished, while Frosty started acting a bit different.... okay did not think about that explanation and, yeah that works.
Hmm, fair enough. And yeah I knew what it was in reference to. Guess I forgot to take into account that while I was able to see what he was really getting at, and how it was just him badly wording something, and see all the ways he's proved he does care about her as more then just some hot piece of flank. Frosty.. is neither that smart, that good at dealing with ponies, nor that able to have time to work all this out. Still, if she actually looked at things and didn't just give into moaning. Bahhh that was more being upset at Frosty for it then the story. Made sense from a story POV why she was thinking that. Still annoying and upsetting to see her feel like that.
Well, I was right... it made no damn sense to do that.
Yeah I realized what a stupid question that was later after I thought about it.
Well to be fair, I can see why and it wasn't bad. You just forgot to take into account how explosively hair trigger and volatile my reaction to anything related to that...... thing.... is.
Ohhhh boy. Well, while that was the depths of darkness for the story, and did serve an important part, and was so well done. It was also: Only a single chapter. Followed by the single greatest moment in the entire story, and the chapter that above all, is an embodiment of what I loved most about the story. That took all the darkness and made it worth it. That turned everything around. And came right after several major victories for Littlepip. Surviving Canterlot, recombining the Mane 6 figures, her revelation in the dream afterwards, taking out The Goddess etc...
Frosty has just been nothing but beaten down over and over, had one tragedy after another, on brutal trauma followed by another. And the one little bit of happiness, the one thing she had that might have helped her, get's blasted to pieces right at the start. And, at least at the worst, Littlepip still had Calamity and Ditz with her to help, even if only by being there for her. Frost's 'friends' have all become complete assholes to her. When the asocial shut in that doesn't give a buck about anypony but herself, and whose only issue with a pony getting brutally murdered in front of her is how loud it was.. is the only one even trying to cheer her up any. Yeah.. that's not a good sign.
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Oh man, I'm still working on getting the next chapter out, so I'm sorry for the delay.
There will be explanation eventually.
Lyra.
Well, I'll do my best not to make it cheesy and corny, but I dunno.
I was trying to do the giant wood statues thing. Seemed properly phrased at the time.
I was working off the assumption that the radio was in the helmet half that Frosty's not wearing. Because she's too cool.
Nah. Not only is it part of her character, but I recently found out that it does actually bother some people because protagonists MUST be pure-hearted angels. Take that how you will.
This bit part of the 35% feels of Memories.
Hopefully I'll be able to answer everything in future chapters. Away, and happy holidays!
Okay short chapter... and after last time, no full on commentary for this one... might do one later given how much I really liked this chapter but, the commentaries... do kind of cloud my judgement for stories, especially ones THIS intense. I get SO into it, that thing seem to drag out longer, be taking place more then they are, plus I get very very in depth and connected. Star thinking more and more about every little detail, getting to caught up in those and losing the bigger overall picture. Or just simply putting so much effort into it, that it becomes stream of consciousness writing, and so when something happens that hits hard, emotions go nuts, and the full cavalcade of them spew out at once. Rather then later on, after having time to digest, process, and think about the sudden shift.
So no commentary, just overall thoughts about the chapter.
First up, before getting into the overall stuff, a few points I did pick out as being really awesome, or that I just really really liked.
That, was an awesome saving throw on the apparent goof from last chapter about it. (Yes I did notice that double barrel, and pump action, do not go together at all. but at the time, I had much MUCH larger issues to worry about.) this fix.. is awesome, and totally fits into the setting, and.. it is something I could really see being done. (Though would have been even MORE hilarious and awesome if they were using duct tape instead of glue.) But yeah this was an awesome recovery from a goof. And a way to turn what at first could be a weak point, an error, something not that good. And through creativity, turn it into something awesome.
I.. for some reason.. just REALLY loved this scene. It.. felt more like the old story, then one I really loved, not the.. darker, more depressed feeling one the last few chapters had been. It's, going back to what was always this stories greatest strength. Frosty being a lovable dick to other ponies. But without the added cruelty or bitterness of trying to hurt them with it. Not doing it because she's pissed at them, or upset, but just because it's who she is to snark off at the slightest chance. Just, her getting so distracted over something so simple. having fun, finding enjoyment in the most bizarre ways. That feeling of more lighthearted fun that's been missing for the last few chapters. And this exchange was the best of the bunch in that regards.
This... I... I don't even know where to go with this, but it was hilarious.
Okay I do now where to go, and this is why. This just shows how important tone is. Because this whole bit so far this chapter, hell the whole chapter itself, has had a much more lighter tone, more comedic, more, having fun type feel... this works. It's a hilarious image of something ridiculous and over the top... plus a rather good reference. (Kind of, don't see how beating someone over the head with their jawbone is as impossible as beating them to death with their own skull.)
If this had been coming off in a section with a more serious tone, where it had been focused on drama and angst and not on humor, this would have been appalling. She ripped the ghoul's jaw off! It would have come off far more serious. Not a joke like it's clearly meant to be, but rather her brutally maiming the ghoul. Tearing part of his body off with her bare hooves. Possibly crippling him for life.
But because the story's tone here wasn't so serious, it works great as a bit of comedy, and you can imagine something goofy or harmless overall. Him just grabbing his jawbone back and sticking it back in place. So again this shows the importance of keeping in mind the overall tone around an attempted joke for how joke like or serious it will be.
(Also possibly a reason me and apparently a few others saw Violets "You'll Implode" line as being serious, because everything around that had been pretty damn somber and serious in tone.)
Yeah this is another in the "references that make no damn sense for the characters to make like this". And yeah I do get that things like this aren't supposed to be serious, and just a fun little laugh for the audience. But hey, If I want to nitpick these things I'll nitpick them. But I do actually have a reason for getting so hung up around small details I'll get to later. But really just wanted to point this out, to contrast with this...
This one was hilarious, and it does kind of make sense from an in 'verse perspective.
Ugggghhhhh... Frosty.... yeah this one was all on Forsty so that groan was a good kind. Groaning at the character for saying it, not the writer for writing it. I liked it.
And finally, really loved this line from Gale. Just, nothing to add, just really loved it.
Okay so those are some specific lines that I felt I needed to comment on because I either really liked them, or to explore and point out why they worked as good as they did. Okay now onto specific lines I did not like. And don't worry, there's only two of them.
Ummm yeah.. no. The Enclave despise and hates the surface ponies. Sees them as nothing but threats to their glorious regime. Isolates themselves as completely as possible from the surface and it's ponies. So, first off, given they have almsot no contact with the surface at all. How the hell would they get in the habit of having enough clean up work down there for the surface ponies to be needed? And why would they ever trust a surface anything? I just, do not get how this makes any sense.
And the second, isn't so much a line, as an idea and how something works.
That.. also makes no sense. Teleportation has always (in both show and FoE) been one of the highest order spells, one that is almost impossible for ponies. In the entire canon, we've only seen two regular unicorns able to do it. Twilight "Element of Magic and greatest magical prodigy since Star Swirl the Bearded" Sparkle, And Rarity, who outright chalks her ability to do it to years of magical practice and help working on the spell from said Twilight. It was such a unique trait, that it was what Alicorns that used her as template got as their color specialty. Much like Trixie's Invisibility, and the Twins telepathy and ability to augment each others spells. Both of which were explicitly pointed out as being nearly unique talents for their respective ponies.
Now, I could possibly buy Violet, with enough study and given her odd quirks with magic. Maybe being able to pull off a teleport spell with enough effort. As in Teleport herself or others with the spell. But the collar is supposedly some incredibly common spell that was used to keep keys and other small valuables you want on or near you most of the time from getting lost. And a teleportation spell being that common? No can't buy it. Especially when added to.. where is the energy for the spell coming from? Teleporting, again, is a really hi level spell, so where is the energy for that coming from when it's attached to the collar? Putting energy into something to maintain a spell, sure. But enough to teleport? Maybe once before the thing is out of power.
PLUS, we already saw the collar react to reaching the edge of it's area, it froze in place. that I could buy happening. But suddenly, it teleports now? Just, the details don't add up.
And that is why I went on this whole little diatribe about this. Details. Details matter. And yes going to explain that, because I think it also factors into some of m larger issues with the story.
Okay, when you are going for a more comedic, lighthearted, just having fun tone, yeah you can get away with a lot of stuff that makes no sense, as long as it's funny. But when you are tying for a more serious tone, or trying to be more direct, more grounded, more 'this is important" then details matter all the more. This story, tries to do both. Be overall lighthearted, fun, more comedic, while also having the more serious feels and events. And for the most part, it does a pretty decent job of meshing the two. The trouble comes not from the overall tone. But from the details. When some details are just jokes, not serous, not thought out much beyond "this is fun" or fall apart when looked at to closely. It makes it hard to know when some little detail IS important. makes it a lot harder for the story to be subtle. Just, keep that in mind cause it's going to come into play later.
Play on with the actual overall thoughts of the chapter. Really, we have four parts to talk about. The battle, the interlude with Tabber and the rangers, the aftermath of the battle with a reminder of that there are actual over arching plot threads here, and Frosty going nuts, even for Frosty.
First the battle.
Again I really really liked this, and it's back to what the story does best. Blending some comedy, while still keeping a sense that the situation is serious. It didn't have the serious, dark, somber tone the last few chapters have had that kind of muted the attempts at comedy or made them feel really off putting rather then liven things up.
Yeah how they got into this still makes no sense and.. okay, I know I talked to you two about his privately, but OCD wants me to also put this out in writing here, for anyone else that happens to read through these things. And, kind of feel more like I'm making it official. My biggest issue, and what really set me off and made the whole end of the chapter have that huge OH FUCK NO! reaction. Wasn't so much the events themselves, but the fact it was clearly Frosty about to murderer innocent ponies, for no good reason. Yes, it was supposed to be her being paranoid about being taken in by the Enclave, about being captured. And her lashing out at what she though was an Enclave patrol. But that didn't work when her paranoia about it came out of nowhere. (She was considering waltzing right into their HQ just out of curiosity to find out what was going on not a few page before this) And when it was so completely, and totally clear there was no way this was possibly an Enclave patrol. If there was any reasonable, or even, any reason at all for her to believe this really was an Enclave patrol, then her actions wouldn't have been so wrong and so hard to take. Like say, all she saw was the pegasus in the Enclave uniform, or the pegasi were out in front of the group enough that they might not be the same group, but a group of surface ponies, tailing some Enclave scouts. Some reason.
I bring this up, not just to have it down in print here, but also to illustrate one of the reasons I liked this part so much. It plays up her paranoia, made her fear of the Enclave more believable, gave that more focus to temper her actions. It did a good job of explaining WHY she did this. that... is likely also why as much as I've complained about sudden dark stuff, or Frosty acting like a villain or stuff like that, I really liked the end scene. Because to me, what really matters is "why?" why was the character acting like they did? Why did they do that act? Most of the time, if I can understand why they are acting like they are, even if said actions are ones I don't like. I can deal with it and accept it. Before, I could not understand any reason for her actions beyond turning into a wanton murderer. This then tempers that, better lets us see why, the fear, the certainty that they were Enclave. Without at the same time having the proof they are in no way possibly them right in our face. So yeah I really liked that about it.
Also, one HUGE reason I loved this scene and this chapter..... nopony dies! They manage to realize the mistake, and work it out without Frosty actually murdering any of them. Something... that I really REALLY wanted to see yet..... okay insert that word you all are likely of hearing about here... The way the story was going, it just, didn't seem like hat was a possibility, that things would just keep getting darker and darker, and she's end up killing all of them. Working it out, realizing her mistake, getting things calmed down without killing anypony.....
SO!
MUCH!
YES!!!
Okay the Ranger/Tabber interlude,
No. No Tabber, you suck at infiltration, and everything we see just makes his clearer. Not getting the eye color right because you just prefer your own? It only works because the ponies you are around are idiots that never actually thinks anything thorough, never seem to even tr to understand Frosty or get to know her her pay attention to he details beyond her being nuts at times. And Frosty is so unstable and random, it's hard not to have any changes chalked up to that if they even payed attention enough to notice in the first place.
That said, I did have one issue with his whole bit.
When the buck was it taking place? The way Tabber is taking about it, it had to have been a few days at least, not the few hours that it's been for Frosty. Enough time for him to be annoyed a them staying there. A random trip to some brothel. And for Sparkle to develop her Balefire Crotch.
Also... that whole bit.....
Okay Hey getting back to the major plot points the story seems to have forgotten.
Mort.... what the hell? Okay pop in to say 'hey time's running out" and then leave with nothing. it's... just.. yeah nothing about this plot arc feels like it matters, at all. The only time it's brought up is when Mort shows up, then it's all but forgotten about, has no bearing on anything that's actually happened... and.. how the hell is it supposed to when so little is known, even to Frosty? It, so vague, so open so... unconnected to anything that it feels like it has no bearing on the story at all. Yeah not really liking the execution of this sub plot. Since you could just cut the scenes with Mort out, and maybe a few lines shortly after, and nothing at all would feel like it's missing.
The memory.... well.... that's a pretty big reveal.
Here my issue is still with how disconnected these things feel. When they occur they are big events and could lead to so much, but then.... story just forgets about them. There's no... theme between them, nothing tying them together. it's just more random events going on along with the wacky hijink of the chapter. No exploration, Frosty just gets over it, no wondering for more then a scene or two, no impact, no... anything.
It's not what they are that I don't like I love that, it's how the story seems to treat them like they don't matter. And if the story doesn't seem to think it matters, why should the reader?
Like, okay it hits Frosty really hard, but then... what? Does she reflect on it, try to work out what it means? hell she has a pony that was there, that could possibly explain all of this, could tell her what that was about... and doesn't even try. Yeah I get at the time she was overwhelmed by the memory, but after? A major potential source of information, that could let her know at least something about what was going on, make it feel like this is actually part of the story and not some random interludes... and just goes away without a single question.
As to what it was.... well.. holy shit.. whatever they did involved outright brain surgery... did they implant something into her brain is that what's causing these issues? And, was amusing seeing, even in her brainwashed and obedient state, she's still a snarky asshole to ponies in charge.
And finaly, Frosty going nuts near the end and toying with Midnight, being, very very disturbing. Very creepy, and yet, I really liked that.
See above about how, a large part of how I react to a situations and a character actions being based on how well I understand WHY they were doing it, and what those reasons were. Here.. the 'reason' isn't that she's enjoying playing with him, trying to be sadistic, or really any rationale reason. this is her just out right snapping and being insane. it's her brain shorting out, giving into the stress, the virus, it's not he acting at all rationally, and the reason for that are understandable.
With how easily she shifted gears, how quickly Gale and Toasty swapped out control, or out of it she was, how little she seemed to even realize what was going on, or see it through some bizarre lens. Yeah this was her slipping off the edge of insanity she's been walking along, and starting to slide down the slope. And it was done really well. the humor the jokes, they were at odds with the tone, with how creep and serious it was, but in a good way. The disconnect, the unease, the way they clashed with the very serious situation, it just added to the whole scene feeling really creepy, really tense, and really off putting. But that's was the whole point of the scene so it works.
Now looking back, yeah you can see signs of her slipping all alone, of her mental state deteriorating. The prevalence of he Head! Frosties, how much more easily they can take over. outright appearing in front of her, talking to he, arguing with each other over her. Stepping back, looking at this from outside.. it's terrifying, it shows her loosing her mind, it's a great picture of growing insanity. And yet, as it happens, you don't really think about it. because the 'voices' are also their own characters, are real.. to the reader anyway, have their own personalities, feel like separate entities rather then parts of Frosty, you can over look that they are things made up entirely by her mind. But whe ou stop, look back with that in mind... she's been getting worse for a long time.
BUT! here is where an issue comes into play. Remember above when I went on about how little details matter? this is why. When so man little details are just there as jokes, or are mistakes, when there are so many tiny things that don't matter, or that you have to ignore. It makes it harder to pick up when something is a small detail you should be paying attention to. When it's not just the story creating something for that moment and forgetting it later, not a mistake, not some needs of the story at the moment but with no bearing past that point. But rather a bit of subtle foreshadowing, something the is important. Tiny details all around tend to get dismissed due to the amount of them that you have to dismiss as either jokes, or errors. The more thought, the more consistency, the more little details hold up to being looked at, the more tin, subtle things you can add, since they will be picked up on, looked at, treat with the same "this matters" way everything is.
Frosty getting worse, it's been clear, yet also, like the above two things, disconnected. ti's been something that's, popped up now and then, somepony calling her out on it, or making a comment. But then, after that scene, forgotten about for a few chapters. Like the last time, after she killed Famine and the other three are trying to talk to her about her issues. They bring it up, she just dismisses it, some hints maybe she might be realizing they could be right. And then nothing. Until she snaps, and becomes so paranoid, she tries to murder innocent ponies because she thinks they are something they are clearly not.
It's something that is there if you look, but at the same time easy to miss as you read because, it's just one more thing that seems disconnected from the overall story. As above, if the story doesn't make a point about it, why would the reader know it's important, when so many other little things aren't important?
Note I am NOT saying the story is bad for having those little moments that don't matter, for having the jokes. Yeah I might quip about how out of place they are, how they don't make sense when you think about them. But this is why. It makes it harder for the story to be subtle. And I like subtle, I like bits that you really have to look at, examine, things that seem little, but hint at so much more. I wasn't saying they were bad as they were, and I get they were there as jokes, and just rule of funny. I wasn't saying they were objectively bad, just that I would have preferred jokes that made sense, things that didn't fall apart when you thought about them. Simply my preference and why I didn't think it works.
But that when you are going to do things like that, it makes it harder to also pull off being subtle, so you have to pay attention to that and know when you need to make clear, something actually matters, versus just being some other little tidbit you can ignore.
But overall, I really liked the chapter, and best one of the act so far. it's back to the stuff I liked about the story in the first place.
I'm saddened unknownlight didn't comment on the author note on this chapter, oh well.
I like this chapter, don't know why though, its just been my favorite, word to happiness ratio-wise
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The night before this chapter was supposed to be posted, I spontaneously decided that I wasn't a fan of this scene, so I cut it and forced Bobulator to write a brand new scene to replace it (the one that starts with "Ugh, not again").
Needless to say, Bobulator wasn't very happy with me.
thank you Unknownlight
Yep Frosty needs a one of kind self hugging jacket.
I usually don't post comments to stories written several years past, but let me toss in a technical detail:
You can't pry the jaws of a classic bear trap apart by pulling them away from each other. Instead, there will be U-shaped springs on each end of the jaws that can be pressed down, allowing the jaws to fall open. In small traps, sometimes there's only one spring.