Chapter II
Chapter II
Written Script pranced a little as he came out of the restaurant, humming to himself as he did so. That went a lot smoother then I expected! he thought as he briskly trotted down the road. Now all I have to do is get flowers delivered, and I'll be set for tonight!
Script honestly wanted this evening to be as special as the mare he had married. It had been two years now, but he still felt like a newlywed, especially whenever he saw her smiling face.
As that thought crossed his mind, others soon followed. Memories of her working in her garden, of how her mane seemed to glow in Celestia's sunlight, when they first met, all swirling in the happy stallion's brain. That's why he wanted today to be special, surprising even!
It's also why he had pretended to forget their special day.
Written Script had the whole day planned out to the smallest detail: He would pretend to forget about today, let her think he was a forgetful plothole, while in the meantime, he got everything prepared for their big night. (After all, how is it a surprise if she knew it was coming?) After she had had some time to stew over his (apparent) lack of brains, he would have his best friend Caramel deliver the roses along with the note, surprising her in the process. If everything went as he expected it to, she would have the best night of her li-
Written Script's plotting was interrupted, however, when he heard a sound that made his blood run cold. It was a long, drawn out howl that was louder and more terrifying than anything he had ever heard before. It sounded similar to a wolf's, but only if this wolf was capable of making a screeching, ear shattering scream that overlapped its usual howl.
The direction of the howl, however, was a bit odd. Instead of coming from the Everfree Forest like he expected it to, it instead seemed to be coming from the direction of White Tail Woods, a place that everypony knew was completely safe.
Written Script's heart just about stopped at that point. He knew that Carrot Top liked to roam those woods when she was feeling upset or needed to think something through, and he had left her very, very upset this morning. Even as the ponies around him started screaming and running away, his brain instantly jumped to the worst-case scenario, and he started to run in the direction of White Tail, hoping against hope that he was wrong about what had happened...
* * *
I crept up to the town as silently as I could manage, fully aware of how exposed I was. I tried to keep a low profile, but it was hard, seeing how there was absolutely no cover between the forest and the town. It was also in the mid-afternoon, so I didn't exactly have the cover of night to protect me. Not to mention that I pretty much stood out like a sore thumb in the looks department, or the fact that I was carrying what looked like a dead body.
Other than that, I felt sneaky, all things considered. Kinda like an alien ninja.
Lucky for me, however, it didn't seem like very many ponies came this way, or even looked in this direction. That being said, I was able to get fairly close without being seen. And by fairly close, I mean that I reached the halfway point between the town and the forest that I had called my home for the past six months. Honestly, I felt like this was a little too close, especially after watching that blue pegasus break the sound barrier everyday. After making sure no one was around, I carefully laid the poor mare on the road, satisfied with a job well done. There! She should be safe here, now all I need to do is... I thought, but trailed off as I saw the fatal flaw in my plan.
She was covered in blood.
Don't look at me like that! I didn't lay a claw on her! It just so happened that I had completely forgotten that I had just recently killed a wild pig. Naturally, as an extension to this boneheaded forgetfulness, I had also forgotten to clean up before I had taken her back to town. As a consequence to my thoughtless action, she now looked like she had just stepped out of a slaughterhouse.
Now, I wasn't really sure how things went down around here, but back home, when someone showed up in town looking like a mass murderer, it usually meant jail time at the very least. Sure it was only pig's blood, but I've been watching this town for a while. Despite the whole magic thing, I was fairly certain that they didn't have the level of technology required to perform a blood analysis, much less a proper forensic analysis. As I thought about that, memories of history class came to mind where people would get stoned or burned at the stake for simply being different.
Imagine what they would do if they thought you were a murderer.
I wasn't certain that these people would react like my ancestors would, but being this close to town was making me jumpy. Plus, I was already a fairly paranoid individual even before the alien abduction, so it wasn't too surprising that my mind was jumping to conclusions this quickly.
However, I was still me, despite my paranoid frame of mind, and I had a nasty habit of putting other's needs before my own. Honestly, I had enough weighing down my conscience, so I didn't need “send an innocent to the hangman's noose” added to the list. So, being the glutton for punishment that I was, I decided to err on the side of caution. Caution for her, not me, in case I was unclear about that.
True, this would mean more pain for me, but I was already hosed as it was in the pain department. No sense in spreading that pain around, if I could help it.
I gulped nervously as I stood up to my full hight, acutely aware of how stupid this idea was. I then threw my head back, and let out the most blood-curdling shriek I have ever heard in my life. Seriously, up until this point, I haven't had much of an opportunity to scream all that much. Usually I would just quietly weep like a pan- I mean, shed manly tears of awesome over an amazing life lost. Because of this, I ended up scaring the crap outa-I mean, startling myself at how freaking manly my voice was.
Almost immediately, I could hear the shouts and cries of alarm. I waited a fraction of a second longer, just to ensure that some of the flying ones had seen me, then bolted for the relative safety of the forest. I just hoped that that blue pony wasn't looking this way, otherwise I would have had zero chance to reach my cave before she caught me.
Hey, I might be fast enough to catch a wild pig, but I had no illusions as to which one of us would win a race.
* * *
Written Script barreled around the corner just in time to see something bizarre turn and bolt towards the forest. The small amount that he could see from this distance made him think it was some kind of white, tailless dragon. Most ponies probably would have paused upon seeing something like this, but Written Script's mind was too busy worrying about Carrot Top to even consider the danger to himself.
As he started to accelerate, Written slowly became aware of an orange form lying on the road in front of him. He faltered for a second, then redoubled his speed. “no...no, no, no, no, no,” he muttered under his breath as he quickly closed on his fallen wife.
About ten feet before he reached her, he froze in his tracks, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. There was so much blood... just so much... Quickly he dashed to her, his worst fears realized. She's dead! Some monster has come out of the woods and brutally murdered my wife! She was-
She was breathing.
She was breathing! Written Script quickly bent down, examining his wife for injury. Other then a rather large bruise on the forehead, she seemed to be completely fine. Sighing in relief, he gently cradled her head, blissfully unaware of all the activity around him. “Thank Celestia...” he whispered into her blood-covered mane, not even caring that he was getting covered in the sticky substance.
After several seconds of this, he slowly became aware of somepony shaking his shoulder. He looked up to see the face of the local weather manager, her face a mask of concern. “Is she...?”
Written shook his head. “No, she's fine. Looks like all she got was a bump on the head, but she'll be fine,” he said, his relief palpable.
Rainbow Dash sighed at these words, though her expression was still one of worry. “We should still probably get her to Ponyville Medical, just to make sure,” she said, letting her hoof fall to the ground.
Written nodded, tears of relief running down his face. “Yeah...yeah... What was that thing, anyway?” he asked in alarm as he slowly levitated Carrot Top to his back.
“...I don't know, but I betcha fifty bits Twilight might,” Rainbow said as she looked out towards the suddenly foreboding White Tail Woods.
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We like monsters who are misunderstood
Yeah but if they decide to hurt him in anyway thats unforgivable Ill have to jump in the story and slap those ponies myself
Yeah, we know. It is the primary draw of the story. Monstrous human becomes a monster and acts monstrously is really boring. Average nice guy becomes monstrous and and stays nice guy-ish in spite of everything? Now that's an interesting read.
We like how Frankensteinian your stories protagonist is because we like those who look like monsters but refuse to act like how they look no matter what is done to them since this shows strong will and character. Also it makes the story more interesting and less cliche.
4900390 especially if he gets blamed for something like this
Perfect songs to fit the theme!!!
4900227
Indeed we do.
4900413
Oh, it is almost inevitable. Perhaps Carrot Top will vindicate him, or perhaps not.
4900516 I assume she would tell some pony and they would jump to a conclusion
What will carrot top think when she wakes.
maybe 'is this heaven?' Or 'is this the promised land? Or even 'OH F***! IM DEAD!'
I'm really liking the story so far!
4900433 The first one fits the best. Thank you!
4900559
Wouldn't be surprised. You know how Ponyville is.
4900907 But I really hope he does not go cliche about it and have the ponies actively going after him be the mane six
4900933 Nah, I'm going to try to avoid that cliché.
4900941 Yay! I wouldnt mind them having a secondary role but thank you for avoiding the mane six are the biggest xenophiles in town cliche
4900950 They will be a part of the story, but for the most part they will not be hunting a hideous monster in the woods. They might be problem solvers, but they are not monster hunters.
4900969 Yay!
4900969
AwesomeSauce!
Yes, yes, good.
I'll throw a like at this story to complete the review trifecta.
4900227 Eeyup. Wonderful chapter
So he can cry in that twisted body? That changes matters quite a bit.
And no, you most certainly didn't disappoint. Carry on with the bizarre happenings and our guy behind the stage curtain, dude.
So many adverbs...
Still, I'm liking the story. Have a thumbs up and a fave.
Really though, Kill those -ly words, it'll make your narrative voice much stronger.
Sometimes we don't really know what people want until it surprises us.
I mean, who would've thought that talking technicolor ponies would ever become so popular? 
4900227 There needs to be more stories like that
I loved the new chapter and can't wait for more.
It's not often a story makes me favorite it before I finish reading the first chapter.
This is ridiculously amazing. Seriously, I can't count all the ways by which I love this.
Liked, faved and followed! That's a new record!
When I imagine Our Hero I get something that looks like a Vorcha from Mass Effect, crossed with a Nosferatu from Vampire: The Masquerade. Am I getting warm?
Also, can he speak? I mean actual words, not just animalistic howls and screeches.
I imagined the rake the whole story. Or something with its likeness. I enjoyed this quite a bit, and shall follow it to Oblivion! Faved and followed
Moremoremoremore++++++++++++++++++++
Please update this story soon. And don't stop writing it!
4917199 I know, right!?
Definitely looking good so far.
Moto! Moto!
Hm. Too early to judge, but I'll see where this goes
Interesting premise, and the possibilities are quite endless for this one.
Here! Have my approval! I have lots!
nice. keep up the good work
Okay... I'm in.
Seduce me.
4900848 I feel like someone should make an animated trailer for the story with that as the theme music! =D I would do it, if I had the materials and knowledge of how to do so. C:
4957951 Hey there I've got a bucket of chicken.
4983100 jjames10: *smacks* I am not one of your fried chicken tramps!
4983100
Sorry, I prefer Sweetie Bell.
Gray render much?
Also,
http://youtu.be/u9NStVkSCuk
For a good song since he does have animal innstincts according to chapter 1
After reading your author's notes in chapter II, a quote came to my mind:
"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it."
- C. S. Lewis
I thought he was green....
Ah usually don't like readin' about scary thingamabobs.
But it seems ta be written really well....
0.0 *continues*
That Skinrender simply must become evil. Oh, the acts of sustained and chronic cruelty he would perform...
4900987 question if RD is the fastest pony in Equestria how did Written Script get the 1st? Is he a superpony?!?
well he retain full mental capabilities, thats means of course he can read and writte.
i like it.