//------------------------------// // Reminiscing ...I had a rather wild start, hadn't I? // Story: The Wacky and Wonderful Misadventures of Buggy the Clown // by Hoppa_21 //------------------------------// Hurt. Pain. Agony. Not to mention the disgusting feeling of cake on the entirety of my body and clothes combined with the dirt, twigs and leaves from the crash. That’s pretty much how I felt after the ship came down. Like predicted I was unharmed in the crippling sense of the word, but that didn’t stop the bruises and cuts from the crash into this dark forest. On the plus side, I still have the treasure with me, even as I limp my sore body away from Canterlot. A bed sounds heavenly right about now, but I know I will need to at least make some headway before I even think about a break. Not to mention that I would also need a shower before that. I don’t think I can rest like I am now. Though sadly it is an all too familiar feeling… Honestly, this whole day reminded me of how I first got here. Or should I say fiasco? However, my situation at least was better back then after I made it out of the castle of these two. Not like now, where I’m trudging along, desperately trying to get away before the guards can get to me. Funny fact is that the guards could be considered the One Piece equivalent to the Marine. They have many rank equivalents too. Admirals for example. Only I normally never had to deal with those, seeing as Loony often wanted to hunt me down herself. Not to mention they didn’t have devil fruit powers. Of course for all I know things could have changed. Who is to say what the current admirals are like? Damn, I’m really getting all reminiscing now after being free after an eternity, aren’t I? Well, I guess I could think back on how things all started. It’s not like I have anything other left to do. A long time ago… „WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!“ I couldn’t help but scream, not comprehending what was happening to me. Was it really asked too much to buy a simple devil fruit on a convention? Then again, why exactly did I buy a fruit that existed only in Anime? I must have been crazy for not to be wary of that deal! Well, no matter what was going on, I couldn’t really do more than scream as I continued to fall into this seemingly never ending vortex, cursing Murphy for giving me such bad luck. Sometimes I really wished I could possess Captain Buggy’s Infamous Pirate Luck. That would be just what I needed. A bit of luck to stop this maddening fall in a soft non-deadly way. Was that too much to ask for? Before I could think further I dived into a soft as well as sticky substance. Muffled shouts of shock and surprise reaching my ears. I had enough survival instinct in me left to break the surface of this damp and sticky prison for breath, before wiping my eyes. As my sight was cleared I found myself in something akin to a throne room. Two thrones on one end in front of me, with two strange beings inside of it. The white one with the fat rump had a rather twitchy eye. I would recommend to euthanize her. A groan escaped my lips at this uncomfortable feeling of landing in whatever gross substance that is now sticking on my clothes. “Ugh. God dammit,” I said, before eying the both beings in front of me, as my brain slowly started to restart for a suitable response, “Fat horses?” While the white one reeled back on her throne and blushed as if struck, the smaller one of the two scowled at me. Hatred filling her eyes as she suddenly stood up – on two legs I might add – as she stepped towards me. She looked almost human. Or more like a creepy human-horse crossbreed. They also somehow looked a bit teenage. Though I will admit blue was generously gifted in the chest area for her age it seemed. Something that can’t be said about the flat-chested white one. A flash of light left me dumbstruck as suddenly a giant battle axe found itself in her tender hands, looking almost comically since the axe seemed almost as big as herself. However, something other drew my attention. Something that still left me baffled. It was just like if she magiced it to her! Of course I wasn’t dumb and knew magic didn’t exist. Parlor tricks didn’t fool me. So I scoffed, “Really?” I asked, “I have seen better magic tricks from on a fair.” Bluey gritted her teeth, before her hand reeled back with the axe behind her. “OFF WITH THE HEAD!” She screamed enraged as she swung her axe straight at me. I couldn’t even comprehend what was happening as she aimed directly for my neck. Just as it connected with me I seemed to understand that I was in for a beheading. For the end of my life. I screamed in terror as the axe simply sliced through me, separating my head off my shoulders. This fucking psycho! But I didn’t expect what happened next. I was somehow still alive. My head was higher up now, so I knew it wasn’t on its shoulders anymore, but I still was fully conscious and without feeling any pain. The jaws of the two beings dropped in shock. I tried to turn my head down, to wrap it pretty much around what was happening. And what I saw made me gawk in shock. Below me was my body standing still. I could feel it. I could move it as indicated as I moved my fingers, and still my head wasn’t connected with it. Instead my neck ended in a child-friendly stump of sorts, seeing as no blood was spewing from it and it simply looked like there was a layer of skin on it. It honestly still was a bit creepy, but also familiar. That was when it dawned on me. I somehow had gained an impossible ability. The ability of the chop-chop devil fruit! Admittedly this was rather neat. …And useful, considering the lunatic with her axe. Still, I couldn’t hold in the smug grin that spread across my face. “Surprised?” I taunted, “That’s the power of the chop-chop fruit. Your blades can’t harm me. I’m completely immune to them! Seems like your fat asses can’t do anything!” Though my cockiness didn’t hold on for long as I suddenly felt a heat to my side as flames danced on the edge of my vision. I turned just to see White Horse being a flaming inferno as her eyes glowed with embers of unbridled fury. …And some tears leaked from it? “HOW DARE YOU DESTROY MY CAKE! AND THEN EVEN MOCK US?!” Her body quickly melted into a glowing lava mass. Waves of steam and heat were wafting from her, making me draw back. I of course remembered this power. It was the same power of one of the Admirals from One Piece. And a quite fearsome one indeed. Not even Ruffy’s brother could hold himself against such a character. How could I stand up to her then? So I did the only thing that was logical in my situation… I ran. Right out of the throne doors. Though I could already feel bipedal hoof pairs follow me, as heat started to creep up on me. I stumbled a bit over the carpet, saving me my live as a swath of lava sailed over me, hitting the wall from the tee junction in front of me and melting it. I could only gulp in fright as I took a hasty right. ‘These horses here are all completely nuts!’ I thought as I ran for my life a lunatic horse and a magma horse right on my heels. Though I was now taking as much turns as I could to hamper their aim. Both horses seemed to get quite frustrated over this moving through the halls and they made their displeasure quite clear. At least the lunatic one was saying it out loud, while I imagined the magma flat-chest to be simply grunting in displeasure. “Get back here and face thine punishment like a mare!” the axe lunatic screamed. Not that I paid attention to her call. “FUCK YOU, YOU TECHNICOLOR LUNATICS! I’M OUT OF HERE!” And that I was. Another lava attack shot through a window, melting a hole through it. And this was then I took my chance and jumped out. A small bush was dampening my fall, as I now seemed to be in a yard or garden. I could see flowers, neatly cut trees and even a pond. At that moment curiosity got the better out of me. Not to mention that I wanted to see how messy I looked after diving into a cake. Let’s say running around with this smear was very uncomfortable, and maybe I could just dive in real quick to clean it. So to hell with precaution! A second was all I needed anyway. With that I quickly neared the pond, shuddering with each step of cake defiled clothes. I then sat down exhausted to look into the pond. I saw my reflection at that moment. And what I saw stunned me. This. This was my face. Not my own face, but the face of Buggy, the infamous trickster and Pirate Captain. A younger Buggy I noted. About the one you have seen in past sequences with a young Shanks. My brain pretty much crashed in shock at this other realization. So I didn’t only have the abilities, but also the look and the body to go with it? At that moment as I was still rather distracted by my reflection the two horses surrounded me, both seeming to be a bit out of breath as they huffed a little. Whitey noticeably more so than Bluey. “F-Finally *pant* giving up?” Whitey asked, hatred still clear in her eyes, though her body has reverted back and only her mane was on fire now. As I looked around I also noticed that quite a few guards there also standing right behind them, making an escape rather impossible for me as I was surrounded. But I still dreaded what they would do to me if I turned myself in. However, if I resisted any more it could only get worse… With that I was just about to lift my hands in the air as a gesture of surrender when suddenly a huge shadow overshadowed us all. I looked up to see a massive ship, no, a massive airship! I could only gawk at it in fascination and confusion, at what craziness my life had become, before a obnoxious male voice echoed through the garden. “Ho ho ho. What do we have here?” I remember. What a crazy day. And it only started just then. A lot of things happened. I met a lot of people. Some annoying, others obnoxious. To say I lived a wild life back then would be an understatement. But the way I say it sounds like I am an old man, even though I guess I am slowly getting old. Not that I could simply go in pension. I have nothing to support me after all. No treasure. So I will have to go on. Look for the wealth and luxury which is only reserved for snotty nobles. To try and make my own luck in this unlucky situation. And my own luck demands rest. Luckily, just as I was thinking about simply climbing up a tree to at least try to get some shut-eye despite my sticky clothes I found a small hut. Well, it was more of a tree constructed into a hut really, with some voodoo mask things. Not that I cared. I simply grinned as I sped up my steps, hoping whoever lived here wouldn’t be one of the unfriendly kind, or worse, psychopaths that lived in the woods sort. Luckily I’m immune to anything sharp that I may be attacked in that case, considering such psychopathic types prefer sharp weapons. Then again… that doesn’t stop Luna from having fun with me… In any case I found something interesting as I got near. The door seemed to have been rammed open. But it seemed to have been some time since that. The whole place as I walked inside was in disarray. A lot of broken things laying on the ground with upturned chairs, potions, ingredients and even a cauldron. Some dust was already gathering. It seemed abandoned which was pretty lucky for good old me. Though I still wondered what happened here. Not that it mattered. But this might actually be a place to take a breather and clean myself. …It might also help in the worst case now that I think about it. Luckily whoever lived here had a shovel. I needed to make sure I had a trump up my sleeve before anything else. Even if I’m lucky, I’m not sure I might get out of here uncaptured. So I have to hide this treasure. It might help as a bargaining chip if I get captured. But it might also get useful to move faster without it and come back for it at a later date. It’s safety, really. And right now I needed it. Of course some might question why I need a shovel if I could hide it in that hut, but… that’s too obvious. Not to mention that I’m a pirate. And pirates tend to bury their treasures. So I simply go around the house and bury it at the backside of it. It’s simple but genius at the same time! Anyway, I grabbed the shovel and already was digging up a hole behind the hut. Then simply dumped the bag and buried it again. My muscles were burning and my body was protesting, seeing how I was rather exhausted, but it had to be done now. After wiping the sweat, as well as some more disgusting cake from my brow and throwing the shovel far away, no reason in keeping a dirty shovel in the hut to indicate my deed, I went back to the front. Luckily there was a backroom with a simple cot, as well as a spare bathroom. That would do. Well, normally it would have, but I never made it inside. At least not in the normal way. You see, there was a blur. Something akin to lightning in a way that slammed right in my side before I could enter. It pretty much slammed me inside the living room and against a cauldron, making my head ring and my back hurt. I looked up alarmed as a pegasus mare flew inside, her wings stretched out. She had a really strange coat color. Something between blue and green. Turquoise or something like that. I was never that good with colors. Her hair seemed to be lightning themed, showing just that indeed yes, it was her who slammed into me. On her wings were even wing blades. Too bad she didn’t try to use those. That wouldn’t have hurt at least. Anyway she stomped towards me, a cocky grin on her face. I quickly searched for my knives, but then remembered that I didn’t have them. I was just about to throw a punch, but by then she was already onto me, staring down at me like I was her prey. “Gotcha,” she only said before her hoof-leg-thing collided with the side of my head and I knew no more.