Unfortunately, none of them actually knew how to fly a spaceship, and as a result crashed into their apartment building. After the crash, they dug through the rubble to see what they could salvage. Unfortunately, the only thing in the place that was undamaged was The Right Honorable Major Judge Ursa. Trixie was happy about that, although it didn't do much for Sam and Max's goal of finding somewhere they could sleep.
"So, now what do we do?" Max asked. "I didn't see any comfortable beds in the spaceship."
"Wouldn't help anyway if we did," Sam added. "It's on its side and the artificial gravity cut out."
"There appear to be large caverns under the building," Jane pointed out. "Perhaps the molemen can spare a few bunks until the building is righted."
"How are we going to get across the river to them?" Sam asked. "I could throw Max and Trixie, but I don't think I can throw myself-"
"There is a ladder nearby," Jane explained. "You can use it as a bridge."
"Alright!" Trixie said happily. "Let's go! Trixie is hungry and needs a nap!"
Upon entering the tunnel, both proved readily available. Only two molemen were present, both apparently members of some cult that worshiped - amongst other things - a prophecy about Max, Trixie herself, and a Toybox that made Trixie's horn ache just to be near it. They were happy to provide food and beds for Trixie...and Sam and Max by extension.
Trixie was happy to curl up with food under her cape and hat on the comfortable mats that the molemen provided, but Sam and Max were distracted by skeletons that looked like them, along with a movie projector that gave off eldritch energy. Sam decided to play the movie. After Max tried to fix the volume, his aura interacted with the demonic energy of the projector, and the movie suddenly had sound...and Sam and Max were able to influence the actions of their ancestors, Sameth and Maximus, within the film.
However, as there was no analogue for herself to influence, Trixie decided to take a nap after eating. Curling up to Major Ursa under her cape, she slept.
Unfortunately, she did not fully escape the influence of the aura of the projector. As she slipped into her dreams, memories long suppressed and thought lost rose to the surface, revealing a pain long forgotten.
Trixie wriggled about in the basket, crying and whining. It was too cold. She wanted to be held.
A stallion's hooves reached in, lifting her from the basket. "Hello, little Trixie," he whispered. "How's my baby girl doing?"
Trixie's upset calmed, and she cuddled into the embrace as the stallion nuzzled her. A mare in a white coat approached, addressing the stallion. However, Trixie couldn't hear what the mare said.
"How is she?" the stallion asked.
"I'm sorry..." The mare addressed the stallion by name, but Trixie couldn't quite hear. "The labor was...she didn't..." Trixie couldn't make sense of what was being said, but she felt the stallion sag around her, like a puppet whose strings have been cut.
He held her close, tears pouring from his eyes. As the tears landed on her face, Trixie began crying again.
...
Trixie played with some of her toys as she waited for her Daddy. He'd gone out for something or other, she wasn't sure what. However, she was eager for his return.
As the door opened, she gasped happily as she rushed forward. "Daddy!" she called happily, throwing herself at the stallion from the first memory, who embraced her happily. However, she paused as she stared at the young mare beside him.
"Hello, Trixie," the mare said softly.
"Who dat?" Trixie demanded.
Her Daddy chuckled. "This is..." Another name that didn't quite register. "She'll be staying with us for a while, helping me take care of you."
Trixie wasn't entirely sure she liked the mare, but she listened to Daddy.
...
Trixie was dressed up in a cute little white gown. She wasn't sure what was going on, but her Daddy was dressed in black, the mare from before was dressed in white, and there were lots of grown up ponies around. Some ponies told her that the mare was going to be her Mom now, but she couldn't make sense of that.
After a much older stallion said some words, there was cheering. Rice flew through the air. Trixie remained confused.
...
They wouldn't let her near her Daddy. She didn't understand why. She also wasn't going to listen. With her first intentional use of magic, she distracted several of the adult ponies with sparklers like fireworks and rushed in.
There was her Daddy, laying back in bed looking tired, like he was going to sleep. He was holding the mare's hoof as he coughed weakly. "Please...take care of my Trixie..." he whispered, and then faded away.
She walked up to her Daddy and nuzzled him, but he didn't move. "Daddy?" she asked. When the mare started to pull her away, she demanded, "Why won't Daddy wake up?"
...
Not two days after the funeral, Trixie was in the orphanage, and the mare her Daddy had entrusted her to had run off with everything that she had once had. All she had left was her bear, Major Ursa...a birthday gift from her father.
The other foals didn't like her. She was the only unicorn there, all the others were earth ponies. She was an outsider. She was different. ...she was alone.
"Please...take care of my Trixie..."
...but she didn't.
She was staring at her Daddy as he died again, begging the one beside him to take care of her. But it wasn't a stallion clutching a mare's hoof now. The image had changed...a dying lagomorph, clutching a dog's paw.
"Please...take care of my Trixie..."
"I promise, little buddy..."
Trixie awoke, her eyes full of tears. The movie had ended, and Sam was nowhere to be seen. However, her Daddy was lying nearby. She crawled over to him. "Daddy, Trixie needs a hug," she whimpered, nuzzling his side.
He fell over, unmoving.
Trixie blinked. "Daddy? Why are you napping?" Confused, she crawled over, nuzzling his fuzzy belly and paws, trying to get him to hug her or pet her, but he didn't respond. "Daddy?"
Sam stepped in. "Did Max watch the end of the movie without me?" he demanded. "Well, can you both at least tell me how it ended?" He paused, noticing Trixie's distress.
She looked up at him, her gaze agonized. "Why...why won't Daddy wake up?" she begged, the void in Max's cut open skull giving Sam the answer he couldn't bear to tell her.
They Stole Max's BRAIN!!!
Oh dear...*sniffle* we're all gonna die and I'm full of feels, I do wonder how she will react to a certain pharaoh...
Great job on the update to this story, but I have a feeling this is going to end VERY badly - for the bad guys. As if a super-cheesed-off Sam on his own wasn't bad enough, now they will also have to deal with a Badflank Adorable filly who is ALSO really cheesed off. Anyway, I'll definitely be looking forward to more of this as soon as time and inspiration will allow.
They stole his brain..THEY MUST DIE~!
Whoever did so is royally FD
Poor Trixie. Just when she needs a hug, someone steals her daddy's brain. Someone is going to get a serious beat down.
The feels...
Oh great, now for Noir Sam to go interrogating everyone. Now I'm hyped again
Oh my... Now this one I'm going to REALLY love to see how it plays out... and see how Sam acts with Trixie there now.
Someone get a LARGE tub of popcorn and front row seat chairs to this, because this is where things get rather good!
Poor Trixie. Who knew her former life was rough like that. :(
Great update and nice way to fit this into the story.
I cannot wait to see how Sam, Trixie and Jane handle this crisis.
Keep up the good work upon such a great tale.
Anyone want to sign a petition?
It's not a petition, more of a roster.
A roster for the army whose sole purpose is killing all enemies of Trixie.
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Roaring rampage of revenge? I don't think Skunkape will live after this.
6019159 Where do i sign up?
Well then!
6019970 You already have.
To whoever stole Max's brain : I don't envy you. I really don't. Not only have you broken a little filly's heart with your thoughtless theft, but you'll almost assuredly incur the wrath of both her, and her Uncle Sam. I don't know what will become of you, but I'm assuming that whatever it is will leave you begging for a bullet to the head. Your fate is sealed, and 'tis a fate far crueler than death.
Anyways, now that I've gotten that out of my system... yeah. Nice work, and great chapter!
6019159 *writes name*
6023962 I would be surprised if the writer used that for the introduction to, "They Stole Max's Brain!: Trixie Edition".
-The Character
...Oh, she's gonna fuckin' kill them this time.
6024266 Thank you!
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Also... Bites thumb til it bleeds, and writes name in his own blood
Count me in! :3
6026587 Thank you too!
I'm off to track down an evil stepmare and make the old saying "Beating a Dead Horse" into reality. I hope Sam and Max come to Equestria, track her down, and make her suffer!
6019159 Time to sign a name.
6019159 *signs pulling out twin 44. Magnums* For Trixie....I'll do anything
Well now... this took a rather dark turn...
Eh, this Episode was mostly filler anyway. Nice job using the run time to flesh out Trixie's backstory. Now only two questions remain: Did the whorse poison Trixie's dad, and are Max and Angel Bunny related? Because if the first is true, she will one day face the wrath of a pseudo proto-Alicorn. And if the second is true... That would actually explain quite a bit.
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*signs and pulls out black hole gun* Agreed.
6019159 *sighns in blood ink*
im in.
*counjors bound cross bow with fire exploding bolts* *puts on pointed sunglases* lets rock.
6019159 You have the backing of myself, every able bodied member of the IDA, and this pointy stick. GOT MITT UNS!
6019159
*Signs the roster while grining*
"One moment, let me just get my Bosco Tech Hunting Suit"
*He smiles, showing his fangs, he slips on a pair of red tinted sunglasses, a red trench coat and a wide brim fedora. Cracking his neck he pulls an Anti-Tank Rifle off a nearby weapons rack*
"So..... Who wants the first shot?"
Shuld I be worried about the bloodlust in the comment section?
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...not really. It happens just about any time one of my PWNYs ends up separated forcefully from their parent figure and upset about it.
7623897
I have noticed... and that is what worries me...
I know that we are getting attached to the characters relations and that this is fictional story and so... still dosn't put ease to my mind that if this was what would happen if this was actually going on...
Just feels a little disturbing... and feels like we would underestimate the characters capabilities.
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I guess I see your point.
In all honesty, though, I think this is how people would really react towards the ones who put a young child they'd come to care about in such a situation. The fact my writing brings such reactions out, I take as a sign I did a good job.
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And that is very true. It really shows how well you have gotten people to care. I personally try to avoid the rage, to think through, and trust that the ones the character is close to, to dispense the justice they see fit, after all, we are spectators, not actors.
6019159 *draws scythe and cursed sword Bloodege. Signs with domination magic 40*40=1600 lashes*
Make it everypony and You'll have the backing of Hell's Various Arimes
IT STILL HAPPENS!!! Well, I am fully ready for this ride.
EDIT: ...I dislike the mare, the foals, and we-know-who-andI'mnottalkingaboutthebrainthief.
6019159
One moment...
*whips out headset com*
"Thunder? We're going hunting."
6019159
I'm in! So who is getting a Kamehameha to the face?
8879964
I've only got a few matches and a 🔪, but I'll gladly join you.