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// Chapter 7; We Have Noting! 
// Story: This Day is Going to be Perfect 
// by Freewing Alchemist P 
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Chapter 7; We Have Nothing?


    She was a worrier, not the best but not the worst either. Her Queen had failed, she called out for aid and all she got in returned for her plea for help from her hive was, “Your of no future use. I don't care  for weaklings”

    A tear came down her multifaceted eyes. She had nothing, now. A changeling with out a hive was nothing. Why had this happened she had always been good the the Hive why did they leave her? But where was she now? In prison, some scientist lab, a torture chamber? She opened her eyes. The room was covered with all manner of junk, she lifted her head. She was laying on an old worn out couch. She felt like she had been crushed but she struggled to get up, surprisingly she was moving! Her limbs had been wrapped in metal, but it wasn’t confining. In fact she felt like she could move even better.

    She was in a home? It was covered in all manners of devices that look very unusual to her. Pieces of metal, other odd and ends everywhere, books of different types was surround her. The whole place was lit with rows of lamps that branched out from the main room but they were all out. There was no windows that she could see and there was for anyone so see in to the house. She saw a light from a far away room, her curiosity got the best of her.

    She made her way to the room and carefully pushed it open the lightest bit and peered through the crack. There was a stallion there working at a metal bench, tinkering with something that remedied her of the device that she had now. He nimble, crafted his device and with out any work.
    "Oh, you're up." The stallion stated without looking at the door. He seemed focused on his task.
    "What..." She clicked.
    "What am I doing, or what are you doing still alive?" He questioned.
    "..." A slight clicking noise followed the silence.
    "Yes, look what you are up and from what I found out from town. You are a changeling a creature that feeds off love, you can change your form and your kind attacked Canterlot. Why did I not turn you in?"

    She did wonder that, so she nodded. She opened her mouth to speak but then shut it.
    "The point is, why should I? By Equestrian law I am essentially a prisoner here.” The stallion made sure she heard that clearly. “So in a very real sense that means you are too. I am not afraid for my safety because I have no love in my heart and so thus nothing for you to feed on. This place is a junk yard so I can find iron easily, it's poison to your kind. Am I right?" He shifted his gaze to the female changeling.

    She looked around and saw a broken photo with a mare in it. She focused on the image trying to get a mental image, she need a form...
    As if he seance what she was trying to do. "Don't bother, that mare is my ex. So what is your name?" She could tell, he was not lying, she could sense no love in his heart.
    The stallion heard a clicking noise before she started to speak. "I have no name or at least one that is translatable in your language."
    "Would you like a name?" He asked. "I'm Chain Link by the way."
    With a few click. "Why not, I can't even fly, I am too hurt right now."
    "Yes, that device is a walking cast and it could help you move around and heal at the same time." Chain Link turned around and gave her a slight smile. He slowly walked around her examining her closely. "Yes, I think I have a name for you. You're all sleek and shiny like grease but the curves? How about Grease Blossom?"

    She could sense something inside him start to grow. Was it Love? No, admiration perhaps She thought to herself then about it for a moment with a click. "All right that will do but what will I eat? Chain Link is it?"
    "Yes it is. I'll think of something, it's not like I have anything better to do." Chain Link went back to his work on the metal bench.
    "Are you not afraid that you will be found out if someone from your family comes and visits?
    "You mean am I afraid that you and your other, um, come and get you?"
    "Hive and I've been abandoned by them. I have no where to go." She told him bitterly. Even saying it aloud hurt her a lot. 
    "Same as me, like I said before I am more a prisoner here then a resident."
     "Can I join you?" She clicked out. Grease Blossom felt something stir in her, she joined him at the workbench. A spark of hope? But from who? me or him. Grease Blossom doesn’t sound too bad a name anyway. She mused to herself. “What are you working on?"
    "I'm working on something truly interesting something that could..." Chain Link faded. "I'll wait to tell you."
    "Why?" Grease Blossom chattered.
    "Weather we could ended up as allies or just two individuals stuck in the same place. Time will tell though." He continued his work in silence. Grease Blossom looked as his work and started to think about what this strange stallion was up to.

    The two stayed up the rest of the nigh, Chain Link working whiled Grease Blossom stayed by his side. It was her realization that the two had much uncommon, they had nothing and they were nothing, but they could possible take what they wanted from this world.