There are a lot of things that I've done, experienced, whatever, that I never intended to. They just kinda happened of their own volition. Like how I accidentally shut down an Air Force Base when I was 2 years old. Or, more recently, how I accidentally stole a Kanohi Olmak from a museum, or nearly causing a nearly-over inter-dimensional war to flare up again with said Kanohi. I've been shot, stabbed, and otherwise injured beyond count in my time, most of that since said museum incident.
Wait. Does it count as "inter-dimensional" if the different worlds have, due to preexisting shenanigans, been brought into the same solar system? Ah, whatever. You probably wanna know about how it all kicked off, am I right? Yeah, well, here goes nothin'. So, I was at this one museum near where I used to live, back on good old "Datum Earth," as I call it. There's a long story behind that, and I'd recommend looking it up. (It's from the "Long Earth" series by Terry Pratchett and Steven Baxter, FYI.) It helps to have names for various different iterations of one's homeworld so everyone knows what you're talking about, take it from me.
Augh, sorry, I tangentialized there for a second. That's ADHD or whatever for ya. Anywho, back on the Datum, in a museum. I was wondering about, looking at various exhibits, when I found myself in a room filled with a large quantity of masks from several cultures worldwide. I was looking at the few they had in the Egyptian corner, when my eyes fell upon one that seemed to be made entirely of gold (or maybe brass, it's hard for an untrained eye such as mine to tell the difference,) which made them open all the way, and my jaw nearly hit the ground.
I recognized it at once, as it stood out immediately from the other paltry samples around it. The lateral ridges running front to back on the top; the fin/blade/spike-ish extensions on either side of the... weirdly-shaped... mouth bit; the perforated mesh betwixt the fins and mouth; the slanted eyes; the holes on either side of the eyes, like ports for something to plug into; and the overall alien-spaceship-looking air to it's design. All characteristics of the legendary Kanohi Olmak, Mask of Dimensional Gates. They had it labelled as a death mask for some lesser noble back towards the beginning of Egyptian history.
I took this all in within a moment, barely caring about the presence of a nearby tour guide going through his standard routine. My reaction?
"Holy FUCK!" I said.
He turned to me, and said, "excuse me, ma'am--"
I cut him off immediately. "I'm a dude, sir," putting extra venom on the last word, "don't go judging just because I have long hair, and you've also got this mask COMPLETELY mislabeled. It's a Kanohi Olmak, the Great Mask of Dimensional Gates." I began pulling up the Bionicle wiki page about it, but he cut me off.
"I am sorry, sir, for mistaking your gender, but we do not allow profanity here."
"I apologize for my outburst," I replied, tacking on some extra formality, both to match his, and to try and make up for the earlier exclamation. "I just never expected to see a REAL Kanohi Mask, I thought they were only something from the old Bionicle storyline..." He waved his hand dismissively, like he got this sort of thing frequently, glaring at me all the while.
"Yes, yes, they based that off this specimen here. Now..." He trailed off, tapping his foot and glaring at me. What, did he expect me to "vacate the premises" for accidentally swearing? Well, no dice, pal.
I went back to staring at the mask, and shortly after heard the guy clear his throat, still tapping his foot. I looked at him with the most deadpan raised eyebrow I could muster.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Leave. Now." He commanded. I was about to argue, possibly getting myself into more trouble, when I noticed the mask rapidly beginning to glow, and it didn't feel friendly.
"Get down!" I yelled, as the glass case began splintering and cracking from whatever forces were raging inside. I turned as the case exploded, fully expecting to feel shards of glass entering my body, but the pain never came. All the shrapnel seemed to avoid me, which was weird, but it hit the guide guy worst of anyone. And, of course, alarms went off everywhere.
The mask began floating, and hovered over towards me. I backed up a bit, but it followed me, so I reached out a hand, and the mask placed itself withing my outstretched palm. I could feel it thrumming with ancient and pent up energy. Suddenly, a beam of light shot out, and struck one of the other cases, shattering it as well. Another mask came my way, and I recognized this one as well, to a lesser extent. It was basically one of the masks worn by the Protectors from the G2 Bionicle line, but stylized.
I didn't really stop to worry about why two masks seemed interested in me, seeing as guards were headed my way, so I grabbed the second mask, and crammed the Olmak onto my face, and thought "HOME!" as strongly as I could. A portal appeared, and just before I could jump through, the guards arrived.
"Halt!" they cried, but I had no such option.
"Sorry!" I called, and jumped in. It closed not a second later, and I found myself in my living room. I quickly gathered as much stuff as I could into an old backpack, like a couple pocketknives, a few tools, phone charger and external batteries, some extra clothes, stuff like that. Anything I might need for running away.
I then grabbed a few non-essentials, such as a certain pocketwatch, a ring, necklace, watch, a high-quality lightsaber I'd bought online once, a couple old NERF guns and the one NERF sword I owned, my laptop (and it's few accessories,) and shoved them into yet another couple of backpacks, and headed back to the living room. I left a note explaining what happened, grabbed some of our old camping gear, (sleeping bag, pillow, a few blankets, etc,) and sent a text to my family, giving them the short and sweet of it;
"Accidentally caused some shenanigans at the museum, now the government's probably hunting for my ass. Will be back after things cool down... Eventually. Full explanation is at home. I'm sorry this happened. Love you all. Please don't try to find me, though." That done, I went to the top of the stairs, turned around, and thought: "Get me out of here. Someplace safe. Someplace I can hide." A portal appeared in the air above the steps, and I jumped into it. A literal "leap of faith," if you will.
Of course, it was at that precise moment that the front door opened, and I saw the briefest glimpse of my parents and sister, looking up in shock and confusion at the portal, and myself entering it. I didn't have a chance to say goodbye. It closed right after me. I fell for a couple minutes, judging by my watch, though I wasn't sure if time flowed the same in between the dimensions as it did within each individual dimension. I chuckled a little after a while, and said, "into the rabbit hole I go, it seems. Curiouser and curiouser as well, eh?"
When I eventually was ejected out of the exit portal, I came out almost horizontal, feet first, like I'd just jumped off a swing. It was the dead of night, I noticed. I landed a little harder than I liked, but I managed not to fall over and break my stuff, mostly because I suddenly had some sort of armor now. I needn't have worried, though, because something far more concerning happened. My stuff seemed to vanish into nonexistence, piece by piece. I panicked for a moment, before I had an idea.
I reached behind my back, about hip level, and felt... well, it felt like a... "soft" spot in the air, for lack of a better term, and I could sense multiple items on the other side. It seemed that, should I but focus on one with my mind and stick my hand into the space, the object would solidify, and I could pull it out. I smiled, and sagged against a nearby tree, which was part of a somewhat dark and foreboding forest. "Hammerspace," I said, grinning like an idiot.
On a whim, I concentrated on the Olmak, willing it to shift places with the other, unknown mask. I was rewarded with a glorious sound, as the masks complied with my desires. It was one from the old Bionicle flash animations, used whenever one of the Toa switched masks. It was, however, a rather unique sound, and as such, would stick out even at a very loud party. I removed the strange mask, and pulled a flashlight from one of my Hammerspace pockets.
Once I actually got a good look at it, I found that it looked a whole lot like a Kanohi Arthron, the Mask of Sonar. Except almost the entire bottom half of it was "missing". And a few other details were changed. This was not, in fact, a Kanohi Arthron. It was, as I said earlier, a stylized version of the elemental protectors' masks. The main part of it was a deep midnight black, whereas the ends of the flanges that stuck backwards off the top of the mask were a translucent lime green. The whole thing had what looked to be scales faintly carved into it. Needless to say, I didn't know what power it possessed. With nothing more to learn from it at the moment, I put it back on.
I looked around at my surroundings, and noticed what looked like a small town relatively nearby. I squinted, but couldn't make out any real distinguishing features, aside from a large tree near the middle, which almost seemed to be glittering, in a strange way. Abruptly, I heard a whirring from my mask, felt something shift on the right side, and then there was an object sliding across my right eye's field of vision. It turned out to be a sort of telescopic lens, and I could now see things a fair bit clearer.
The "tree" I had seen turned out to be some sort of carving, all angular and such, and appeared to be made up of one solid, translucent substance. Alarm bells were ringing in my head at this point. I quickly scanned the rest of the town, finding one building that looked like a miniature circus tent, and another that looked like a gingerbread... house...... More alarms went off as time went by. More out of fear than actual sense, I muttered "show me thermal," to nobody in particular, and the view switched, from a monochromatic blue-and-white, to a spectrum of reds, yellows, whites, blues, and black. I zoomed in, focused on the few sources of movement in the streets. They shaped up to be four-legged creatures of some sort. Most certainly equine in origin.
I don't remember getting to my feet. I just suddenly remember running at top speed, away from the town, crashing through the underbrush, mask set to some sort of night vision, and mentally cursing myself. Of ALL the various worlds I could have fallen into, it HAD to be fucking THIS one, didn't it. I had landed myself in the world of talking, sentient horses, where friendship is... (gags...) MAGIC... (shudders). I jumped over a wolf-shaped pile of wood and sticks, and kept running, thinking nothing of it.
I have to say, here, that although I knew where I was, and the name of said location (sort of), I was NOT a fan of the TV show that this place was a reflection of. I do everything possible to avoid it and anything pertaining to it at all costs, due to the controversy surrounding the subject. I mean, I'm divided over it, to a degree. I like to be open-minded about things, so naturally, a part of me is curious about the show.
But I never actually act upon that curiosity, because another part of me is.... Well, not so much REVOLTED by it, but... desperate to stay away, due to seeing how male fans of the show were treated at my high school, and online. So, I ran. Even though I've graduated, long ago, I still run. And it's not like I didn't try using the Olmak again to escape. It just wouldn't reappear. Just. My. Luck.
I eventually stopped, and made camp for the night, setting up my tent, sleeping bag, blankets, and a tarp I'd brought. I didn't bother removing my armor or helmet (which the mask both was attached to, and served as a visor for). The padding inside it was actually pretty comfortable, in addition to the pillow. I made sure to turn off my phone before going to sleep, both to conserve power and because I wouldn't be able to use it anytime soon, seeing as this planet, which relied more on magic than science to get things done, most likely didn't have any sort of satellite technology.
I awoke the next morning, and had no idea what time it was, due to the fact that my watch was still set for Datum Earth Pacific Standard time. It read about 7:30 pm. I kept it on my wrist, though, for the little comfort it offered. I heard something moving outside, and unzipped the front flap a bit to see what it was. When I laid eyes on it, I had to blink and rub them a bit. There was a Gukko bird roosting outside my tent, though it flew off in a flurry of giant wings once it noticed me.
"Ok, THAT just happened," I said, stunned. With that, I crawled out of the tent, zipped it up, and took a look around. I was in a very small clearing in the forest. A few of the trees had a strange feel to them, but there was nothing else unsettling nearby. I could hear strange birds in the trees. The trees themselves looked like very eerie willows, but that didn't bother me too much.
It was at this point that I noticed a familiar synthesized female voice cutting through the silence around us, and gradually getting louder. I soon saw why: the source of the voice was being dragged unceremoniously by a large gold-and-purple being, whose mask seemed to have something similar to ram's horn curving down the sides, like the ones on the stereotypical iron helmet from Skyrim, except that the mask was golden. This seemed to be the G2 Makuta, but given he was in the same world as me, dragging none other than GLaDOS herself behind him, I had my doubts.
I waved frantically to get his attention, at which I succeeded. I quickly made a "shoosh"ing motion, and indicated to him by way of pantomime that I wished to speak with him, without GLaDOS getting involved. He carefully dropped the end he had hold of, and waved a hand in GLaDOS' direction. The orange-yellow glow of her singular "eye" faded significantly, and her constant death threats and complaining died out. She was, for lack of a better term, out of it. Makuta marched over to me, and I felt the distinct urge to go hide in my tent. Perhaps, if I had, things would've been different, but it was too late now...
"What do you want, human?" He demanded. I knew then, from his unique baritone voice, that this was not the fallen mask-maker of Okoto. No, this was Makuta Teridax, master of shadow, who felled Mata Nui himself and took over the entire Matoran Universe, but in a forcibly powered-down state. I had no idea what was going on, but I decided to bluff it.
"I am requesting your help, Teridax. And I will help you in return, eventually, assuming that THING on your back hasn't dulled your edge by that time." He was obviously intrigued by my offer, if you knew anything about him. I could see the gears turning in his mind (not literally,) at the thought of returning to his dark throne, as it were. I had to let a bit of my (very feeble) dark side come into play here.
"I just KNOW you're planning something," I said. "It's classic 'you,' Teridax. I look at that... suppressing thing on your back, and I see a leash. Whoever managed to knock you down a peg or two decided to rub some salt and dirt in the wound; add insult to injury. They wanted to turn the Big Bad Wolf, the baddest of the badasses, into a little lapdog to use at their bidding. Back on my world, within the circles that knew of you and your universe, you were the bad guy that everyone loved to hate.
"I mean, that whole 'slipping into the central processor before Mata Nui could and taking everything over' move? The ultimate coup d'etat! Everyone was at their deepest point of hate at that moment. But, inside, deeper than they'd admit, they LOVED it. They ate that shit up like CANDY! I'm still geeking out a out it, all these years later. You know how some beings will look at someone they idolize, and think, 'that's my hero'? Well, in a weird way, the Bionicle fans did the same with you, but more along the lines of 'he may be a complete scumbag, but I wouldn't have anyone else, because he's my villain'.
"Every world needs a proper bad guy to throw it into jeopardy once in a while, to keep things interesting, else it gets stagnant. And you, good sir, were the top-of-the-line, grade-AA, very best at being the absolute WORST bad guy. And then, all... THIS... happened," I gestured vaguely in his direction with both hands. "I'm starting to think you're going the way the LAST major threat here, and you've seen how HE ended up." Teridax scowled at me, dangerously. The only real threat I knew of was Discord, so I was referring to him, but I was sure that Teridax' took it a different way. "But I can possibly change that, if you just do me a few couple small favors."
Once my monologue ended, he gave me an intensely dark look. Like he was trying to decide if he should kill me outright, or torture me. Then he spoke. "You're not like the other humans-turned-Toa that have shown up here. Why do you not like this world?" I frowned. "Well, you're the expert mind-reader, you figure it out," I said. As I felt his mind slip tendrils into my own, I have him a pointed look, adding "Look, but don't touch. You'll find what I'm asking of you in there as well."
"Yes, I COULD do that. But why? Why can you not just go back to your home world? I know you have an Olmak, I felt you arrive last night."
I deadpanned, slightly. "Dude, you were just looking through my mind, how can you not know this?" I sighed. He was playing dumb, I was sure. "I got it under shady circumstances, and I'm on the run from gods know how many organizations because of it. And now, it's not working, let alone showing up when I summon it. To make if worse, I'm stuck in friggin' Equestria, of all places! Where I came from, all of this was just part of... Actually, I better not say. Just.... will you do it, or not?"
He thought for a moment, most likely debating how it'd benefit him in the long run, and then reached out his strange hand. It had three fingers, and two thumbs, and they were all clawed. "Yes," said Teridax, "I will... ASSIST you." I shook his hand.
"Oh, where are my manners?" I asked. "My name, while I'm HERE at least, is Caldoric." He nodded. I'd decided not to use my real name, for various reasons.
"An interesting choice, Toa," he began, but I had to cut him off there.
"Please, don't call me that. We both know I'm all kinds of unworthy to bear that title, now. I'm a... Well, let's just say 'pariah,' and have done."
And with that, he used what parts of his power he could access, and enough of mine to flesh out any shortcomings, to conceal a good sized area around the small clearing, making it so that anyone who came near would not be able to see or approach whatever I would build there. Only someone with a Kanohi Rode (Mask of Truth,) or possibly a Kanohi Akaku (X-Ray Vision) would stand a chance of surpassing it. It was linked to my mind, so I could "open" and "close" the field and allow someone in. That was the first favor done, and he set off again, once again towing GLaDOS. After he'd gotten a fair distance away, he brought her out of her stupor, and she went right back to berating him, and throwing stupid insults and vague threats around as usual. The second favor would be to not let anyone find out I was here until I decided to reveal myself.
"Well, THAT went over like a lead balloon. Now, let's go see if I can find something useful around here," I told myself, psyching myself up to explore my new surroundings. I discovered there were some wild pigs, cows, and such living nearby, which I could possibly kill for food, as well as a river that was usually filled with fish. There were also, possibly, edible plants around, but I was hesitant to mess with them. I took a look at the options on the HUD to see if there were any way of setting a waypoint so I could return, and noticed a certain readout in one corner.
It stated that I had two masks collected, one accessible, and only one whose powers were usable at present. It also, theoretically, gave the name and power of which mask was presently in use, assuming I had unlocked it. I ticked a box that kept that up on the standard viewscreen. There was, joy of joys, a waypoint option, with teleportation settings, though they were locked, requiring something else to unlock them.
I took the opportunity to take in my armor, since I'd been busy up till then. It was almost all black, with the lower arms being white, the legs and the fingers were grey, and there was some stray extra plate armor on my right shoulder and forearm, which were reminiscient of Edward Elric's automail in FMA. I also had a cloak/cape hybrid, which was either black or a very, very dark grey.
I set a waypoint, which I labeled "DrakeHeim Keep," for personal reasons. After that, went off exploring deeper in the dark forest that was now my "home." I must say, it was a rather pleasant walk, despite being on another plane of existence. Having spent most of my life in the Pacific Northwest, I was comfortable in forests, to an extent. There was a certain dark serenity there, amongst the creepy trees, which seemed to hold up the desolate grey-brown sky above them. They were a comfort to me, a sort of reminder not to get complacent, because things could always be worse than you first thought.
Almost to prove this point, I was swooped down upon by a very large dragon. I mean, seriously, tempt fate, and you'll get a response. Part of me was excited, because I love dragons. Part of me was scared shitless, for all the natural reasons. Part of me was angry, and that part was yelling and screaming at the dragon to put me back down and go to hell. And the rest of me was strangely calm, even resigned. I'd see soon enough what was in store for me. Within a few minutes, we came to a cave, where the dragon dropped me, before landing itself. I was cornered.
"What do you want with me?" I asked, more out of habit than anything else. I wasn't sure if all dragons could talk here. I'd heard of one, who lived in the town I'd arrived near, but he might have been an exception for all I knew at the time. I hadn't even seen the show before, except for a snippet or two when I was at my friends' house, and their little sister was watching it.
"Not you specifically, mortal," the dragoness corrected, "but the sheer, untapped power you hold within you, just waiting to be released." I raised an eyebrow.
"You sure about that? The only power I've got is being annoying, causing accidents, and being a total klutz."
"You shall be the final piece," she continued, as if I hadn't spoken. "Your power will be the driving force behind my great creation, made to rival the most powerful beings in this universe."
"Uh, what? No, thanks, I think you've got the wrong guy--" I never finished the thought, for with sudden speed belying her size, her face was abruptly right in my personal space, breathing some sort of solid air at me. I fell over, curled in the fetal position, having had my breath knocked out by both the smell and force of the blast. A moment later, I was unconscious.
When I came to, I was unable to see, because I was in a dark, highly enclosed space. I was a bit freaked out because of this, but I was glad I wasn't claustrophobic. The inner surface was smooth, and curved. And the outside was not attached to anything, because my moving around caused whatever I was in to roll over violently, until I was on my back. I needed some way to break out of here, and I had an idea. I reached into my Hammerspace (via my sleeve,) and pulled out the lightsaber handle I'd brought with me. It was aerospace-grade T60-61 billet aluminum, and it had two sharp points on one end. Perfect.
I began using it to scratch at the surface before me. A moment later, something heavy settled on my cage, holding it still, and I heard the voice of the dragoness who had trapped me, now muffled by the walls of this... thing I was in. "Hush now, my little knight in the shadows. Your day of awakening shall come soon enough, and by then, your master will have come to claim you. Sleep, now, and dream of darkness and destruction." Well, THAT wasn't a good sign.
Without really knowing why, I pressed the button on the lightsaber, pointing the operational end at where I'd been scratching. I was rewarded with a distinctive loud screech and a blast of warmth as a blade of light and plasma shot forth, piercing the wall, sending cracks all around. I heard a scream of pain and rage from outside, the weight was removed, and fresh air rushed inside, allowing me to breath freely once more.
"Gotcha, bitch," I said, gave an almighty kick with both legs, and the container shattered violently. As I picked myself up from the mess, I saw that the jail that had temporarily held me had, in fact, been an egg, though I was unsure at that point as to what purpose it would have served by holding me.
"Wha--? Impossible! How are you still alive?" The dragoness screeched at me, clutching her left forepaw, which I saw had a large, scorched hole through the "palm." Score one for me, it seems.
"Surprise, motherfucker," I said sarcastically, "nothing's impossible; only improbable. And, it seems, that goes double for this world." I hefted the lightsaber, giving it a few swings to test the weight and feel of it, before I resumed speaking. "I don't particularly know or care how I ended up in that egg thing, but I've had it up to HERE with this place. And I think I've just found something to vent some karma on." And with that, I charged.
I'll just say it now: I have no weapons training whatsoever, so it came as a shock to me that I was able to hold my own against a dragoness. Then again, it's hard to lose against an unarmed opponent of ANY size when your weapon can melt through titanium like it was nothing. Pretty soon, I had dismembered the dragoness, and I held the humming blade against her throat.
"I wish it hadn't gone down like this," I said, disappointedly. "Normally, I love dragons. But you left me no option. And now your life is forfeit." She turned her head to me, and opened her mouth to speak.
"You cannot stop us. Our plans WILL come to fruition. There is nowhere that the Hand of Makuta cannot--" a quick slash of my blade put an end to her words, and she drowned in her own blood.
"So uncivilized..." I muttered, turning off the lightsaber and dropping it into Hammerspace once more. I returned to the shattered egg, and began gathering up as many pieces as I could, storing them in Hammerspace as well. I'd need to analyze them later... somehow. Knowing what I did about dragons, I figures it wouldn't hurt to look around the cave for valuables.
My curiosity paid off, in the form of heaps and heaps of coins (of various denominations,) gems, gears, (widgets?) and other treasures. I took it all, sorting it out into separate Hammerspace pockets. It was made easier by the fact that the late dragoness seemed to have had OCD, or was very organized. I found a couple of old Kanohi and Toa tools as well, which might be handy. The masks in question were a Mask of Quick Travel (Kualsi) and a Mask of Telekinesis (Matatu.) I put them both on, but their abilities were locked as well.
After I had looted everything from the cave, (and placed a waypoint,) I spent the next hour or two walking back to the waypoint I'd left at the tent. I arrived right about sunset, having fought off (read: "took a few swings at and then absconded the hell away from,") two or three small groups of wolves made from scraps of wood on the way. I got into the tent, shoved the sleeping bag off into the corner, and tried to catch some sleep. But I just couldn't seem to shut off my brain. So, I began sorting through the tools I'd found, deciding which to put into use and which to set aside.
Over the next few days, I knocked over a few trees to use for a more permanent dwelling, and began digging out sub-levels below ground (using some digging gloves I'd found in the loot,) to expand into later, Minecraft style. Most of the local area seemed indecisive between "normal" and "Minecraft" physics, which I used to great effect.
There was one memorable evening when the ground suddenly lurched beneath my feet, and the sun and moon spun crazily across the sky for a minute or two before slowing to a stop. I was pretty sure something had just happened involving the local princesses, which I'd heard could do such things. After that, things settled into a routine: dig out more tunnels, flesh out the preexisting cave system I'd found, furnish any bits I saw need for, collect food, etc.
It was on the evening of the fifth day that things changed. I was digging about as usual, working on making a replica of the Gate Room from Stargate SG1 on the third sublevel, just because I could, and pondering what I should dig out next. In the midst of my musings, the icon for the Olmak began flashing, and the words "commencing teleportation" began pulsing gently on one screen, while a thirty-five second timer appeared on the other.
"No, no, no..." I murmured, racing upstairs and grabbing all of the loose stuff I'd left lying around the house.
Five seconds...
"Abort!"
Three seconds...
"Cancel Teleportation!"
One second...
"Stop!"
No luck. A portal grew beneath my feet, and I fell into its gaping maw, and through to another location, and continued falling. I crashed through something hard before I hit the ground, with the sound of splintering wood and the tinkling of smashed dishes, with one or two latecomers. I raised my head and opened my eyes, to see a grand chandelier above me, hanging from the ceiling of an even grander room. There were two noble-looking Alicorns, one on either side of me, with highly shocked expressions on their long faces. Evidently I had interrupted them in the middle of having tea together, hence the broken china. I proceeded to wheeze like Loki after being onwned by the hulk.
The figure to my left was the tallest of the two, with a white coat, a pastel tri-colored mane (and matching tail,) that seemed to flow in an unseen wind, and a fair bit of golden ornamental jewelry. The one to my right was smaller, almost younger looking, with a dark blue coat, silver jewelry, and her mane and tail were a midnight blue-black filled with stars, which behaved the same as those of the first figure. From what little I knew at that time, I could infer that these two were the ruling entities of this world, the Princesses Celestia and Luna, respectively. Definitely the two people I LEAST wanted to have dropped in on.
"Seriously," I said, reaching under my mask to massage the bridge of my nose, as the Princesses exchanged concerned glances. "Fuck my life. Sideways. With a shovel."
I had a feeling... that it was going to be a long night.