9.1--I Don't Feel So Gouda
After watching Celestia raise the sun after the Summer Sun Fair, partaking in the big Summer Sun breakfast after, and saying their goodbyes to Pinkie and her friends, Cheese and Tomato once again headed out to wherever the Cheesy Sense was taking them. Much to their surprise, Cheese had no idea just what town Cheesy Sense was taking them; all he knew is that is was somewhere in the northeast, away from any other town or city he knew of.
The brothers had been on the train for a while now, the locomotive chugging along all day and currently through the night. Both had opted for a nice long night of rest after what happened in Canterlot. But one of them was not having a good night.
Cheese sprung to sitting position in his train seat, another night terror of Las Pegasus having caught him in sleep yet again. Breathing heavily, his stinging throat caught another tickle, and was swept up in a coughing fit. Every heave of his lungs hurt his chest, and he could feel something icky in his throat, trying to claw its way out of him. Each cough drained the little energy he had, which he hadn't really recharged during his rest back in Canterlot after fixing the fair. He was lucky that Cheesy Sense was still working.
He wiped his sweaty brow, and looked around the train car. Most of the other ponies were still asleep in their seats, Tomato included, and those that were awake were staring at him. He waved them off, and they turned back to their windows. After that, he grit his teeth and punched the seat, cursing himself for yet another nightmare.
For the love of gorgonzola! Why won't the dang vampires leave me alone? He leaned forward and rubbed his temples. A few more coughs escaped from his mouth, and he wiped the spittle away from his lips. Licking his teeth, he wondered just what it would have been like if any of those vampires had bit him--before shaking his head and urging himself to think of better parties in the past instead of the one that went horribly awry.
"First party in Ponyville..." he murmured. He smiled at that memory. "...party at the music store, where I earned my cutie mark... opening of the hardware store... success in Hoofington... the Birthaversary... the uh... uh... town holiday in Trottingham? Yeah, and uh... Halterside? Wait, no, that was humiliating... and that lead to Las Pegasus!"
Feeling his heart pounding and his sweat start to dampen his coat, he opened the window and let the cool air hit his face. He calmed down for a few moments, not caring that he was shivering from how cold the night wind seemed. Even so, it was preferable to him sweating so much.
He sneezed, and wiped his nose, and the coughing came back once again, this time threatening to make him cough his lungs out. The stinging in his throat turned to burning, and some liquid was dripping out of his nose. Once he finished coughing, he noticed his runny nose and groaned, wiping it all away.
"Hey..." one of the other passengers said. "Hey, pal, you mind shutting that? We don't want to freeze these ponies in their sleep."
Cheese blinked, and looked around, discovering that everypony was shivering, especially Tomato. With a sigh, he shut the window. Not long after, the other pony walked up to him, and presented something in his hoof. In the dark, Cheese only saw a little black dot, and a closer look reveled that it was some sort of small, hard candy.
The other pony grinned. "Cough drop? You sounded awful."
Cheese blinked, and took the cough drop, muttering "Thanks," and popping it in his mouth.
"You might want to go back to sleep," the other pony suggested. "The way you're coughing, you're clearly coming down with something. Need some rest to get better faster, you know?" And with that, he went back to his seat, and continued looking at the stars outside.
Cheese blinked slowly, and a yawn came out of his mouth. He slowly shut his eyes, figuring maybe a few minutes wouldn't hurt.
He heard a vampiric screech, and saw a muzzle full of fangs lunging toward him. It jolted him awake with a gasp, and he slammed his face onto the window. He laid there, feeling the coolness against his cheek, hoping it would counteract the sweat, his tense muscles, and his throbbing heart. It felt so wrong to fear sleep, but the nightmares were too much. Breathing through his teeth, he could only mentally cry about how he wanted to be left alone, and how much he wanted to forget what happened in Las Pegasus.
He looked across the aisle where Tomato lay, and was surprised to see the colt that was once silent and unmoving starting to toss and turn, an expression of distress on his face and some words coming out of his mouth. Peeling his cheek off of the window and leaning forward, he tried to discern just what his little brother was saying.
"No, Mom... I didn't mean to..." Tomato murmured, rolling dangerously close to the edge of the seat. "...how many times do I have to say I'm sorry...?"
Cheese listened to his murmurs, up until Tomato hissed angrily and made Cheese jump to his hooves. Holding his breath and trying to will his heart to be still, a blink quickly turned Tomato from the normal stallion he was to the vampire bat he once had been. As he stared at the monster before him, he started to wonder when it was going to wake up and attack him. A hoof came up and covered his neck, hoping that it would at least provide some protection.
He didn't know how long he had been standing there, but he sneezed after the landscape outside had completely changed, and opening his eyes after that revealed Tomato back to normal, still fussing in his sleep. Blinking, Cheese sat down, and rubbed his forehead.
Stupid. He felt so stupid. No other dangerous encounter he had been in had left him this jumpy, especially after more than a week--why was this happening to him now? He took slow, deep inhales, telling himself that it's okay, that it was all over, and that the rest of this trip was going to go smoothly.
He looked at his brother one more time, and watched him still tossing and turning. He didn't quite know what the nightmare was about, but seeing Tomato so disturbed in his sleep was heartbreaking. He rubbed his chin, and figured that he could do something to quell the nightmare he was having.
He pulled out his accordion from under the seat. He shakily lifted it, though he felt a sudden drop a couple of times. He had no idea why it seemed heavier than usual, but with some grunting and forcing his tired muscles, he managed to get it to his level. Looking at the still stirring Tomato, he began to play a tune.
He played it as slowly and as soothing as he could. He looked at the moon and stars, seeking inspiration for the lullaby he played, and he thought of a wolf's mournful howl, and how haunting and beautiful they always were under the moonlight. He tried to imitate a wolf's howl with his instrument, taking extra care to make it beautiful instead of creepy. He suppressed a cough, and kept on playing the long and gentle notes.
He smiled as Tomato's ear twitched, and his stirring ceased. Tomato curled up in a ball, snuggling against the seat and grabbing his tail to hold like a teddy bear. Any other pony would have laughed at this foalish behavior, but Cheese was glad he was doing it, for it was a sign the nightmare had ceased. The small smile that was gracing his face was definite proof of that. For a moment, Cheese could have sworn that his brother had become that tiny colt again.
Cheese stopped playing and set it down on the floor, his front legs practically limp from his few minutes of music. He smiled to himself, knowing that if he didn't get any sleep, at least his brother will.
It was the crack of dawn when the pair had left the train--stopping early due to some construction--and by noon, they had traveled into a cold mountain pass. Tomato wondered how far north they were to encounter mountains cold enough to be still covered in plenty of snow. He personally was thankful that he was wearing layers--made out of his button shirt, suit jacket, and the thick poncho that made him sweat back south. He still felt a little chilly, his hooves felt like ice blocks, and the cold air was stinging his nose as he breathed, but he was all right.
He wasn't sure he could say the same for Cheese, though. There was an obvious and exaggerated sway in his step, and the bags under his eyes were so big Tomato could easily use them to carry some spare bits. As he lead them on the path through the mountains, he was shivering like crazy, even under his poncho. Coughing was a common event during their hike, and some sneezes were ejecting more than confetti from his person. Seeing his legs shake under his weight, he worried that Cheese was going to collapse any moment.
The worst part was that Cheese was singing.
"Well they can bite me, baby... I perform this way..." Cheese rasped, his hoarse voice making Tomato cringe and shuffle away. He coughed, and swayed as he sung, "...I might be wearing Swiss cheese... or maybe... maybe covered with bees..."
Tomato looked around, hoping to spot some buildings in this mountainous region. At least one with a welcoming, homemaking hermit like Sedimentary Rock would be nice, one that could put Cheese in a warm bed, give him hot soup, fluids, and medicine, and keep him still for a while so that he may recover from this illness. After all, who would want a party planner in Cheese's state?
He groaned. "Cheese, where are we even going?"
Cheese sneezed, a burst of confetti springing from his person. Snorting his snot back into his nostrils, he replied, "...somewhere... somewhere in Montana... maybe in Waterloo... uh..."
Tomato blinked. "Eh... are those even real places?"
"I've got friends in low places..." Cheese replied, a cheesy grin uncomfortably stretched across his face.
"I'm not sure I want to know what you mean by that." The longer Tomato stared at Cheese's face, the more he wished he was carrying tissues. He shook his head, took Cheese's hoof, and then started to lead him down the path. "In any case, we better find a town soon--maybe somepony would be kind enough to give you medicine and stuff and offer you a bed so you sleep this sickness off."
Cheese sneezed on Tomato's hoof, and the younger brother prompted reacted by giving a cry of disgust, yanking his foreleg away, and then rushing to a snowpile near the path to wash off the snot that had been sneezed there. As he continued to wipe his pastern and fetlock, he shot a glare at Cheese.
Cheese rolled his eyes. "I'm not sick." Right after he said this, he once again fell straight into a coughing fit, prompting a raise of the eyebrow from Tomato. Cheese looked up, and glared at him, grumbling, "That doesn't mean anything," and starting to walk again, a few more coughs sputtering out.
"Really now?" Tomato said, following him once his hoof was clean.
Ambling in a slow and awkward dance, and coughing, Cheese said, "And also... sleep is overrated..." He yawned. "I once walked for... fifty... hours... straight..."
Tomato blinked. "Cheese, I know you've normally got a lot of energy, but that's not healthy."
Cheese rubbed his eye and sneezed on the ground. "I was never wealthy..."
"That's not what I said." Tomato looked off into the distance, and lit up upon seeing a town, nestled in what seemed like a desert landscape beyond the mountains. He figured that it was the end of the pass. "Okay, good, there is a town out here. We just need to make it there and find you a place to rest until you're back in tip top shape." The wind blew and Tomato shivered, looking around at the snow around them. "We better move fast, this weather's not helping anything."
"Parties to plan..." Cheese said in a wistful mumble. He shivered and coughed again. "Not letting a silly cough stop me..."
"Well, boo hoo, the party can wait." Tomato leaned over to look at his brother's face, and jumped when Cheese snored. With a shake of the head, he grabbed Cheese's tail with his own and started to drag him along the path. "The universe can spare one party pony for a few days."
Cheese snored again, and murmured, "No... no... no..."
"Yes, yes, yes..." Tomato replied. He grunted as continued to tug him along, and glanced at the snowy hill descending on both sides of them. With a deep breath, he muttered, "No worries, Tommy, just stay on the path, and you'll be fine. Hopefully, we'll make it to town by nightfall."
It didn't help that Cheese was stirring, and was pulling his hat over his head. "Get away from me... get away from me, you monsters..."
Tomato pursed his lips when he heard about that. Monsters?
Suddenly, Cheese's eyes shot open and with a gasp, he cried, "They've got my tail!"
Before Tomato could react, Cheese whipped his tail in an attempt to fling him off the mountain. Tomato felt himself thrown to the right, and catching a glimpse of where the steep, snowy mountainside led. He felt himself thrown to the left, which he realized was steeper than the other side. He was whipped to the right again, and whipped to the left again, and back and forth. His tail was still tightly wrapped around Cheese's, clinging for dear life, and Tomato was stumped on why Cheese was doing it.
"Che-ee-ee-ee-eese!" he cried. "Stop! Stop! Stop trying to throw me off the mountain!"
During a whip to the right, Cheese sneezed, and he staggered toward the direction that he whipped the weight on his tail. Tomato felt his face hit the snow, and then he was yanked from his place as Cheese fell and started rolling down the mountain. The two were soon tangled up in another Sandwich ball, and they rolled and bounded down the snowy hill, gathering snow in their clothes, and fur.
The snow gathered more snow... and more snow... and more snow, until there wasn't a trace of pony left on the outside of the ball, and a giant snowball was rolling through the mountains, bouncing along at great speed, and heading for the village.
A white stallion, with a pale blue mane swept over his eyes and a purple scarf around his neck, trotted around town, looking among the buildings and asking many of his neighbors where a friend of his went. So far, none of the ponies he had approached had seen the friend, and the stallion thanked them anyway for their time. He zipped from building to building, pony to pony, back and forth between the sides of the newly-finished cobblestone road, but nothing turned up.
With a frustrated groan, he muttered, "Where could he be?"
He looked to his side, and there was the bakery. Scratching his chin, he wondered if the friend he was looking for was visiting another friend of theirs, and went inside the bakery.
The baker, a pink unicorn mare with curly purple hair tied at the end, was handing some cupcakes to a customer and waving goodbye to them. She turned to the stallion, and smiled.
"Hello, Double Diamond!" she said. "What can I get you?"
Double Diamond trotted toward her. "The location of Party Favor? Has he been here, Sugar Belle?"
Sugar Belle frowned. "I'm afraid not. Why are you looking for him?"
Double Diamond leaned against the wall. "Well, we were going to discuss on how to impress the winter sport committee, so that they know we're warm and welcoming--and well, not in the same way as..." he shuddered. "...before."
"We've gotten the favor of outsiders before when we found those precious metals in the mountains," Sugar Belle said, using her magic to sprinkle powdered sugar on some lemon squares. "What makes this any different?"
Double Diamond rubbed the back of his head. "Well, this committee is looking for a good place for a new ski resort to be built. I invited them to our town so that they could take a look at the mountains here. I thought that if they're rad in the summer, since they've got lots of snow and all, they'd be outrageous in the winter!" He paused for a moment to think, and then added, "...with avalanche control, of course."
"Amazing how the pegasi replenished the snow so quickly after that weird sun incident a few days ago." Sugar Belle giggled. "Anyway, sounds like you'd be happy to share those mountains with other skiers, huh?"
"Well... if all goes well." Double Diamond sighed. "If we do manage to convince them to build that ski resort, it could help our town grow, you know?"
"Well, they better finish the train station and railroad extensions before then." Sugar Belle idly sorted a few of her pastries on the shelves. "I'd like for more ponies to taste my goodies."
Double Diamond laughed. "Well, I better better keep looking for our lost balloon buddy. See ya later!" He waved to his friend and walked out of the bakery.
Once he was out of the bakery, his smile turned into a frown, and he groaned. "I swear, that pony knows how to hide..."
He looked up, and spotted a dark blue pegasus mare. "Hey, Night Glider!"
The mare stopped and turned to look down at him. "Yeah?"
"Have you seen Party Favor anywhere?"
"No, but..." She turned her head, her eyes looking at something from beyond the house at the end of the street. "I see a giant snowball coming toward the town."
"Wait, what?"
He galloped to the end of town while Night Glider flew above him. Going beyond the house, sure enough, he saw a giant snowball jumping out of the valley near the mountains, and fly straight for them.
Double Diamond's eyes were as wide as dinner plates. "...that's one big snowball." He shook his head, and said, "Quick, we need to warn the others!"
Night Glider saluted and shot back, yelling down the street, "Everypony! Snowball alert! Snowball alert!"
The cry confused the townsfolk, and they looked among each other wondering what she meant by a snowball. They noticed her pointing to the sky, and a quick look at the white dot in the air had them jumping in fright before running for cover. A curious Sugar Belle poked her head out as well, and was promptly horrified by the coming snowy doom.
That was when Double Diamond noticed a light blue unicorn stallion with a curly dark blue mane popped up on the roof of the house, watching the snowball hurtling towards them. He narrowed his eyes at it, his mind processing the giant mound of white that was coming ever closer.
"Oh, there you are, Party Favor," Double Diamond said. Blinking, he shouted, "What are you doing?!"
Party Favor ignored the white stallion, still glaring at the snowball. He crouched on the roof, watching and waiting as the snowball flew closer and closer...
Then, in the blink of an eye, he leapt up, yanked a balloon from out of nowhere, and after a few stretches of the thing, he took a deep breath before exhaling in it. The balloon was swiftly inflated from a limp noodle to a gigantic, rubbery orb, blown bigger than the stallion that was inflating it with just his breath. As he started to fall, the snowball had made it to him--or rather his balloon, which was pressed inward by the momentum of the snowball and was pushing Party Favor back as well. For a brief moment, the unicorn could have sworn he saw a face pop out of the snowball.
The snowball was sprung back, just as the balloon popped and sent Party Favor falling onto the street. Even in the midst of pain from his landing, Party Favor thought he heard the snowball scream as it was launched back.
All was silent as he sat up and rubbed his back. He wished that the street wouldn't be so hard and wasn't made of rocks imported from the nearest rock farm--but at least he could spring back. Still, he looked up, curious about what he saw in that snowball. Had he been hallucinating or...
He heard the townsfolk cheering, and stood up to see all of them applauding him. He was quite surprised that ponies had noticed that, but his heart swelled under the praise that he was being given. All because he managed to deflect a snowball with just a balloon. Brushing the dust off of himself, he beamed at them.
Sugar Belle rushed toward Party Favor and hugged him. "Oh, you scared me! I thought I was going to lose a dear friend!"
Night Glider landed beside him. "That was amazing, Party Favor! I never could have done that!"
After being released from Sugar Belle's hug, Party Favor rubbed the back of his head. "You do what you gotta do to protect your home."
Double Diamond trotted to his side. "That was close! Are you okay, buddy?"
Party Favor stretched, a few cracks coming from his back. "I'll be fine." He finished stretching, and looked outside of town. Tapping his chin, he said, "Call me crazy, but... I think there might have been somepony in that snowball."
Double Diamond blinked. "Huh?"
Night Glider rolled her eyes. "Why would a pony be trapped in a snowball?"
Party Favor brushed his hoof on the ground. "Uh... maybe they were traveling on the mountain pass, and the stumbled down the snowy mountainside... and ended up rolling?"
"Happened to me more than once," Double Diamond remarked. "But are you sure there's a pony?"
"Well... I saw a face, but I want to be sure."
Double Diamond patted him on the back. "All right, we'll check."
Tomato Sandwich groaned.
Here he was, in the middle of nowhere, lying in a pile of snow. He stared up at the blue sky, his vision blurry because of the fog in his glasses. His body felt stiff and ached all over, his stomach was queasy, each individual hair on his coat was now an icicle, his clothes were covered in snow, and his face was feeling numb. He was thankful that he could breathe again; not much air was in the snowball. He wiggled his ears, and the stiff numbness gave way to an icy soreness. He bent his elbows and his knees, which popped as they did so, and he hoisted himself up to sitting position. He took off his glasses, pulled a cloth from his pocket, and rubbed the fog out of his glasses.
Once his glasses were back on his muzzle, he used both hooves to massage his head. They didn't help much, since they were practically ice blocks, but he still attempted to rub away the pain and dizziness from the ride in the snowball.
"Hey! I was right! There was somepony in there!"
Tomato looked up at the source of the voice, and he couldn't tell which one of the four ponies approaching him said it. From what he could tell, the ponies were light blue, dark blue, pink, and white respectively, and the dark blue one was flying. Rubbing his eyes, he noticed horns on the light blue and pink ponies. Finally, when they came close enough, he saw that the pegasus and pink unicorn were mares, while the other two were stallions.
The four stopped just in front of him. The white one was the only one that came closer, asking him, "Are you all right, sir?"
Tomato tried to stretch his aching muscles. "I... I've felt worse." He shook his head rapidly. "Brrrr! That's cold."
"Yeah, that's how our mountains are," the pegasus said.
"Allow us to introduce ourselves," the white pony said. "I'm Double Diamond..." He gestured to the pegasus. "...that's Night Glider..." And then he gestured to the unicorns. "And that's Party Favor and Sugar Belle."
Tomato was still stretching. "Nice to meet you... I'm Tomato Sandwich."
"Tomato Sandwich, huh?" Night Glider said with a wry grin. "Nice lunch, but I'm more of a cheese sandwich kind of gal."
"Cheese... Cheese Sand--" Tomato's eyes widened. "Oh, no, Cheese!"
"Are you... lactose intolerant?" Sugar Belle asked.
"What?" Tomato shook his head and started to stand up. "No, no, no, I'm talking about my bro--"
He stopped when he felt a yanking on his tail, and he turned to see that it was still trapped in the snow. He stared at it, wondering if his tail was still holding Cheese's.
Double Diamond leaned forward. "Your... bro? You mean a buddy or your actual--"
"Yes, my actual brother!" Tomato snapped. Seeing them stagger back, he cleared his throat, and said, "Pardon me, but... do you mind digging him out? I'm kind of stuck and in no position to do it myself."
"Oh, that's not a problem," Sugar Belle said, trotting to behind him. She started to telekinetically lift snow from the pile. "This way we don't accidentally scrape him with our hooves."
"And we'll dig your tail out," Double Diamond said, walking behind Tomato and pulling snow away from the tail. Night Glider joined him, and Party Favor joined Sugar Belle with a shovel made out of balloons.
Staring at Party Favor, Tomato asked, "Uh... you're a unicorn. Why don't you use your magic?"
Party Favor paused, and then shot a glare at him. With a sigh, he continued his shoveling and answered, "I can't. My dumb horn doesn't work."
"Really?"
"Yeah... something to do with minerals in my horn blocking magic. Puh, they're impossible to remove, so... yeah, forever useless horn."
"I, uh, I'm sorry to hear that..." His eyes widened as something clicked in his mind. "Wait... do you happen to have a sister named Silk Shimmer?"
Party Favor continued to dig, but this time giving Tomato a look of surprise. "Huh? Wait, how do you know my sister?"
Before Tomato could answer, Sugar Belle lifted some more snow, and came across a patch of yellow. "Hey! I think I found him! He's yellow, right?"
Tomato glanced at the still bewildered Party Favor, and figured that he'd discuss the whole search for him later. He turned to Sugar Belle and answered, "Eh, close, he wears a yellow shirt."
Party Favor shoveled some more snow off, and there was Cheese's face. Cheese gasped for air, sat up, and then started another coughing fit, which ended with a loud sneeze that made everypony jump. After that was done, Cheese mumbled, "Yay, I'm sitting in the white stuff...", and then plopped once again onto his back, shivering from the cold.
Noticing the slightly horrified stares of the others, Tomato said, "Don't worry, I'm 99 percent sure he means sandwich cookie filling."
Night Glider yanked Tomato's tail out of the sufficiently loosened snow, staring at Cheese. "He doesn't look so good."
Tomato stood up and brushed snow off his clothes. "Yeah, he's sick. I was trying to drag him to the next town when we ended up tumbling down the mountain and into a snowball and... did you guys see that?"
"Yes," the other four answered flatly.
Double Diamond stepped forward and added, "It was going to hit our town."
"Oh..." Tomato said. "Sorry."
Night Glider looked at Cheese, grimacing at the combination of shivering, coughing, and a runny nose. "So... are we going to carry the sick one back to town or...?"
Next segment has begun! And the location is none other than... *drumroll*
Our Town! 
Aaaaand, unfortunately, Cheese is indeed sick. And sleep-deprived. That's not a good combo, especially when it comes to traveling through a cold mountain range. Bad things happen when it comes to that combo...
On the plus side, it's fun doing a silly trope like characters stuck in a snowball. And Party Favor. Yay, we finally get to meet Party Favor and his pals! 
Also, diagrams are your friends! If you were wondering what a "pastern" is...
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And this is why you don't accept candy from strangers. This may not be foreshadowing, but Wayer Rune does seem to enjoy the "mysterious traveler" trope.
Oh. Okay, this is post-"Cutie Map." Good to know that this could be a lot worse. And yeah, Our Town could definitely use a party from somepony who hadn't been part of the cult... but from the looks of it, they're going to need to sweep out the propaganda hut and lock Cheese in until he lets himself get some sleep. Of course, he may need to have a frank conversation with Tommy first. Party Favor can offer some fraternal insight from a fellow party pony that may break through the stubbornness. We'll see what happens.
Nice chapter. This seems like this little part is going to be good. Great job.
It's the last sibling! I've been hoping to meet Party Favor.
that was good i wonder if party knows about the whole vampire thing
I think I'm coming down with something as well. Yes, a severe case of the warm fuzzies, this is.
Our Town, huh? Will you give it a name? (Well, unless the town is actually named 'Our Town.')
Rolling around in the snow can't be doing anything for Cheese's illness, whatever it is.
Quotation mark after 'Shimmer.'
Seeing as Our Town is incredibly isolated, I doubt they've heard about Las Pegasus (heck, they didn't even know about a new princess). Breaking the news to Party Favor that his brother just committed treason might be a tad awkward.
Sick Cheese is so cute, pff <3 I feel bad for him, though. I hope he can get some rest without having nightmares soon.
And I really loved how Tomato took charge of him when he was sick ^u^
Anyone catch these references?
//I see the chapter title//
INFINITY WAR FLASHBACKS.
“Mr. Sandwich, I don’t feel so gouda...”
Well, now what?