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// The Assistant: Silent Ponyville Part 3 
// Story: The Assistant 
// by gamemaster36 
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(Thanks to Mikokittah for proofreading)



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My eyes shot open. I found myself lying face up at the bottom of the stairs. I feel the back of my head to see if I fell down. I find a small amount of moistness on the back of my head. I get up quickly realizing where I was. I looked over to the kitchen doors.
“Did that really happen?”

My thoughts were interrupted by sounds of a heavy struggle upstairs.
“Pinkie!?”
I start running up the stairs towards her room. 
“Assistant!! Help!!”
Her screaming sounded muffled and in dire fear. I finally reach her room.

A small top half of a white skinned filly was attached to her face. Pinkie was struggling to get it off. The filly finally lost it's grip and flew across the room. I was standing at the doorway watching as it flew past me. I look over to Pinkie who had a cut on her cheek. The radio was making loud screeching noises along with the half filly. Pinkie's eyes were locked on the filly. I look over as well.

The filly seemed to be blindfolded and in pain. It was pawing at the air furiously trying to get off its back. It turned over and tried to find where it was at. Its cry’s and screeching lowered in volume as it looked around. It turned its head straight to Pinkie faster then I could blink. Pinkie screamed in fear of the sudden targeting. The filly began to crawl madly fast towards Pinkie.

I prepared myself as soon as I saw it move. Once the filly was almost right next to me, I brought my foot as far back as I could. Once it got to my area of reach, I kicked my leg down at the filly as hard as I could. My foot made a sicking blow to the side of the filly and sent it flying towards the wall. It's landed head first against it leaving a large red mark were it hit. Its screeching immediately stopped, as did the radio.

I brought my foot back down to the ground. Pinkie was just staring at the dead body of the filly. She walked over and sat to see it up close. Her eyes began to get teary. She began to cry. I walked over and knelt down to her height.
“It's okay Pinkie. It's suffering no longer.”
She lowered her head and buried it into my chest.
“What is happening Assistant? Why are we here?”
“I don't know Pinkie, but nothing will happen to you as long as I'm here.”
She brought her face out of my chest and wiped her tears away with her hoof. She looked up to me.
“You Pinkie pr-promise?”
I smile.
“I Pinkie promise.”
She smiled gently and got up. She walked over to the closet in the room and looked inside. She brought out a balloon filled with big holes making most of it. She put it down and looked sad again.
“The balloon is ruined! Now what do we do!?”
I got up and started to explore the room. The only light was the lantern that Pinkie set down on the side table. The room was a mess, even before that filly attacked. The walls were chipped and peeled away. The curtains on the window were full of holes and the room smelled of dust and age.
“Wait!”, Pinkie said nuzzling into a large balloon basket.
She brought up her head to reveal a piece of paper. She brought it over to her bed and set it down. I walked over to look at it with her.

Laughter and smiles of youth,
Together as they find the truth.
Dreams of the future are held,
As fears of the past are expelled.

Pinkie tapped her chin In deep thought.
“This sounds like a riddle of some sort. Maybe it can tell us where to go!”
I nod my head in agreement to Pinkie's idea and begin to process the riddle. Pinkie starts to put it together out loud so we can both figure it out.
“Maybe the first line is talking young fillies playing. And the second one says they are together in one place learning.”
“Yeah.”, I respond. “And the third line is talking about how they have dreams of the future. This riddle is most likely talking about the schoolhouse.”
Pinkie rolls up the riddle and places it in her bag. She then brought out the map and pen and laid it out over the bed. She circled the schoolhouse and crossed out the bakery.

We both walk towards the schoolhouse, listening for signs of monster ponies with the help of the radio. Luckily, they seemed slow and didn't hear the static the radio gave off, so they were easy to avoid. The schoolhouse finally appeared in our eyesight. Pinkie and I ran over to the door of the small school. Pinkie tried the door and found it to be locked.
“Well now what do we do?”, I ask.
Pinkie just tapped her chin. She then raised her hoof to some sort of idea.
“OH! I have a key! Maybe it will open the door!”
Quickly, she pulled out a key with a red ribbon on it. She pushed it into the key hole and began to turn it. There was a satisfying click from the door. She and I smiled with small satisfaction from the sound. Then Pinkie went to grab the key again. Once she touched it, it dissipated into ash. The ribbon slowly falling to the ground as Pinkie followed it with her eyes.
“No...”
Pinkie looked on the verge of tears. She seemed upset about the key breaking down into nothing but ash. I gingerly ask her why she seemed upset.
“That was a gift from Gummy. He wanted me to have it, and now..... now....”
She turned and buried her head into my stomach. I was caught off guard by the sudden sadness. I just looked down at her until I finally realized what was going on. I pulled her head away and knelt down to give her a small hug. She calmed down and stopped sobbing onto my shoulder. She gently pushed me back to show she was ready to move on. She turned to the ribbon and picked it up. She pulled her straight mane back a little and tied it to the end of her mane.

As we opened the door to the school, we were surprised by the interior. It was well lit unlike the other two places we went. We slowly walked in listening for any surprise attack. Pinkie looked around at the signs that lead to different classrooms. I was busy thinking about what might happen to me here. I never really liked going to school. Now with my current occupation, it seems like a waste of my life.
“Huh?”, Pinkie said looking down the hall. 
“What is it?”, I ask her.
“You didn't hear that?”
“Hear what?”
Pinkie got distracted and looked back down the hall. Her face held one of curiosity and fear. I looked down the hall with her. I saw nothing but rows of lockers and doors to different classrooms. Pinkie was looking into her bag at something I couldn't see.
“You don't see that?”
I look back down the hall, then back to her. I shake my head. She looks back to the hall and stares for what seem like minutes. She then begins to run towards a classroom. I am caught off guard again with her sudden actions. She gets into the classroom before I can even move. I finally regain some sense and follow her.

I enter the room to find nothing in it. Not even Pinkie was here anymore, even though I was sure she went in there.
“What!?”
The room was still lit up like the others and had nothing more than a simple desk and a couple chairs in it. I walk over to the desk to see if there are any signs or clues of what just happened. I only find a box like the one from the kitchen.
“Another box?”
I open the box with less caution then before to find another note. I am reluctant to pick it up, but something was making me act without thinking. I grabbed the folded paper to examine. It looked less torn and old like the first one, but not by much. I unfold it's sloppy fold and see each word on the paper. The lettering was in some language that seemed familiar to me. It looked to be in the Maktoki lettering, a dimension I did a long time ago. The words seemed familiar to me, but I was unable to read them in my head. I had to sound out every word aloud.
“Mishnotic ftulo gatruri.”

A loud noise then came from the outside of the school. I look up from the paper to listen more closely. It seemed to be a siren. After being in Ponyville for as long as I was, I never heard this noise before. I looked back down at the paper to examine it more. I am stunned by what is there. The entire sentence I read changed. It now read, “Look Behind you!” I am reluctant to do as it says.

I raise my head and slowly turn. I am shocked at who I see, It was a familiar pair of dark red, blood shot eyes meeting mine. After all my many years of doing this, I was hoping I would never see him again. He smiled at my horror. He slowly opened his mouth to talk. His voice was extremely formal and dark.
“Dear Assistant.... it's has been far to long!”