Sorry about the late upload, here’s the chapter though. P.S. I can’t fucking wait for Resident Evil Revelations!
I wake up, immediately noticing the blue wing draped around me. I look up from the wing to notice the face of Rainbow Dash. Her eyes were partially obscured by her prismatic mane, which only made the sight cuter. Dawwwwww.
I try to pull away from Dash’s grip, but the second I try, she mumbles something incoherent and pulls me in closer. Ugh, do really want to wake her up?
No, but you have to.
Fuck you subconscious.
I prod her head gently, not wanting to scare her.
“Hey Dashie, wake up.” I whisper in her ear.
“Ugh” Is the only response I get from the cyan pegasus. Okay, let’s try something else.
I move my mouth closer to face and plant a quick kiss on her cheek.
I see her eyes shoot open immediately. She inhales sharply, then blushes, realizing what happened. A gentle smile appears on her face.
“Hey, what’s up?” She gazes up at me, still blushing intensely.
“It’s a new day, let’s get out there!” I say with a bit of enthusiasm.
“Okay Danny, let’s go.” She yawns a bit and sits up.
“You have a really cute yawn, ya know?” I see her blush a bit at the compliment.
I reach for my laptop, ready to put on a song.
“Where are we gonna eat?” I ask her, opening my laptop. I check my
“how about some cereal?” I hear her ask, “I’m not really the best cook.”
“Sounds awesome.” I respond in a gentle tone. So this is what it feels like to not be able to say no.
I go to my music, selecting ‘Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites’ by Skrillex. The opening melody began to play throughout the cloud house.
“What’s that?” I hear Dashie ask in a confused voice.
“Just some Skrillex. He’s a tad bit more aggressive that deadmau5, but his music’s pretty awesome.” I explain to Dashie, who looks as if she is pouring some drinks.
Dash gives me an understanding look while walking back towards me with two bowls of what looked similar to cheerios, two spoons, and two glasses of orange juice.
“So what’s this song, anyways?” She asks, tilting her head in a comical display of confusion.
“Well it’s called ‘Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites’.” I say, my face beginning to show an eager look as the bass drop is right around the corner, “A tad different than his normal work, but still really good.”
“Oh, that’s interesting.” She looks at me with confusion.
“Just… listen.” I explain as the song nears the drop.
“YES! OH MY GOSH!” Then the bass drops and shit hits the fan. I begin to whip my arm around and see Dash doing the same with an energetic smile on her face. I look down at my cereal bowl and take a bite of the dry cereal. It tastes exactly like cheerios, but it is pony-related, which makes it 20% cooler.
I finish my breakfast to the background music of Skrillex kicking total ass. I click pause on the song, snapping Dash out of her trancelike state.
“You like?” I ask, throwing the laptop into my backpack.
“Yeah, it’s pretty cool. I like the feeling it gives me.” She says, her hair looking messy and unkempt from headbanging.
“So, I’ve get to my house.” I say awkwardly, not wanting to sound like a jerk.
“Oh, okay.” She says, looking mildly sad, “I’ll take you there on a cloud, I guess.”
“Hey, it’s not that I don’t want to be around you. It’s just that I need to get this party set up.” I explain to her, “I’d actually love for you to help me out, you know, with shopping and stuff.”
“That’d be awesome!” Her expression changes to happiness quickly, “I mean, I’d totally love to!”
“Great!” I chuckle a bit, seeing Dash in a good mood always puts me in a similar mood. I grab my backpack and throw it over my back, “Let’s go!”
I walk out the door, in shock at the sudden burst of light assaulting my eyes. I see that Dash is dealing with the exact same thing, as she is attempting to shield her eyes with her hooves. After a few seconds, the blinding light recedes, leaving me with a much clearer view of the sky surrounding me.
“Wait here, I’ll get a cloud.” Dash says before dashing off.
I don’t have to wait long, as Dashie soon comes rushing back with a cloud in tow. She flies the cloud down until it is at my waist level.
“Hop on!” She says, patting the surface of the cloud.
I jump onto the cloud, belly first. I grab the front edge of the cloud tightly and prepare for a rough ride.
“Okay, let’s go!” She yells, moving behind the cloud.
I begin to see my vision blur as I accelerate right past light speed and right into ludicrous speed. I swear that my skin should be peeling off of my bones right now. I feel that my backpack is still securely fastened around my back, which is good. I feel the rush of wind against my face begin to slow down until I reach a reasonable pace. I look behind me to see Dashie pulling on the cloud, causing it to slow down. She escorts the cloud down to ground level, right next to my house.
“Thanks Dash! Wait here while I make a print, kay?” I rush inside the house, nearly crashing into the door. I rush into the computer room, plugging my laptop into the printer. I make a print of the cover art for my album, then quickly put the pieces of paper into my backpack.
I run into my room to change into some clothes, rather than what I’m wearing. I rush out into the kitchen, but not before grabbing a few granola bars to snack on. I put the snacks into my pack and rush out the door.
“Hey Dash, ready to go?” I ask her, eager to get started on the job of setting up this concert.
“Are you kidding? Of course I’m ready!” She yells, getting into an action pose, “Come on!”
I hop onto the cloud, ready for another wild ride. I latch my body onto the floating mass and after another intense ride; I arrive at the entrance to Ponyville. I can see that the day is already in full swing, with ponies out doing their business. Dash sets the cloud lower to the ground, allowing me to easily get off.
“Well, first stop; Vinyl’s place.” I say, trying to get a mental picture of where I would be going today, “Gotta drop these prints off so she can make the album covers.”
“Okay, let's go then!” She responds, clearly happy to be able to spend more time with me.
I walk with Dash through the crowded streets of Ponyville, earning a few stares from the local folk. Eventually, I end up outside of Vinyl’s house.
“I’ll only be a sec Dash.” I say, walking up to the door of the house.
I knock on the door three times, which earns me a response from somewhere within the house.
“I’m coming!” I hear Vinyl yell. Well, I wonder how she’s gonna react to seeing me after yesterday. She hasn’t seen since before I got attacked.
The door opens before I can think any more. When she notices that it’s me, she nearly breaks down.
“D-Danny? Oh my Celestia, I heard what happened to you , I’m so sorry!” She wraps her hooves around me.
“It’s all good now, I’m alive. More than that manticore can say.” I smirk and think for my handgun, which is still resting in my backpack, “Little bitch got what was coming to him.”
“So you really killed it?” She seems mildly shaken, I thought that I’d never see Vinyl like this.
“Yeah, I really killed the manticore. Should’ve done it sooner, wouldn’t have ended up in the hospital.” I think over my actions out loud, “Anyways, I came here to give you that print I promised.”
I reach into my backpack and hand Vinyl the prints
“Oh yeah, thanks! Almost forgot about that Danny, I’ll get started on releasing them right away!” She says, grabbing the paper from my hand.
“Hey, do you know anywhere that I could get some lights for my party? I really need to know where to look.” I ask Vinyl, thinking she may know where to look for this kind of stuff.
“Well, there’s always the lights and party store.” She says sarcastically, “Maybe that would be a good place to start.”
“Ha ha Vinyl, very funny. Thanks for the info, though.” I say, walking towards the road, “See ya!”
“See ya Danny!”
“Well, now that that’s been taken care of, we can do some shopping.” Normally, the idea of shopping for anything not video game related appalls me, but this is different.
“Yeah sure, let’s get going!” She seems excited at the idea of shopping, which confuses me, as she doesn’t seem to be the type of girl that enjoys shopping.
I begin to walk down the road, then realize my own stupidity as I have forgotten to ask where the store is. Aw shit, damn I’m stupid. I turn to Dash.
“Hey, do you have any idea where the lights and party store is? I forgot to ask Vinyl when I gave her the print.” I see Dashie’s face light up.
“Yeah, I know where the lights and party store is, Pinkie’s always dragging me there to show me the new streamers and stuff.” She says, looking mildly annoyed, “Anyways, its right down this path, then take a right- ugh, just follow me, okay?.”
“Gotcha Dashie.” I say, causing her to blush.
“Hey Danny, can I ask you something?” She seems inquisitive.
“Go ahead, shoot.” I say, barley paying attention as visions of the awesomeness that will be my party begin to dance through my head.
“Well, it’s just, the way you’re talking about the incident last night. Did you enjoy killing the manticore?” This question stops me cold, not physically, but mentally. Of course I enjoyed killing it; I’m a teenager who plays violent video games, I was glad to find an excuse to be badass and kill some stupid-ass monster. I love the adrenaline rush that I got from fighting the thing, though I could go without the wound.
“Well, yes, actually I did. I kinda liked feeling cool and badass for once, instead of being a loser. Made me feel powerful and stuff.” I note her scared reaction and try to comfrey her, “Just the way I was brought up, always thought the idea of monster hunting was cool. Just the idea of taking down something way stronger than me was enticing, and most kids my age would agree with me on that mindset.”
“Yeah, okay Danny.” I can tell that she is unnerved by my attitude towards killing.
“Hey, it’s not that I enjoy killing period. I just enjoy killing monsters, I enjoy protecting innocents, I enjoy feeling powerful.” I say in a explanatory tone, “I’m not sadistic, never have been and never will be. I can get a little carried away when I get angry though.”
“What do you mean, carried away?” She looks at me quizzically.
“Well, sometimes I get really mad and my anger can get the best of me. It’s not one of my best traits and it’s gotten me screwed over many a time.” I look down at my feet, remembering all the times I called my mom a ‘bitch’ or ‘asshole’, or the times when I slugged my brother in the face so hard he had trouble getting up for three minutes, “I can be really violent and I make really shitty decisions when I’m angry. I’ve hurt people and regretted it later, called people filthy names, the whole nine yards. I’d rather not think about it right now.”
“Oh, okay. Sorry I brought it up.” She seems to recede a bit, making me feel crappy.
“Ugh, it’s not your fault. I’m a mess; I just want to leave all that behind. New beginning, new world.” I flash her a smile. She returns the smile, making all my negativity wash away.
“Okay Danny, let- hey look, we’re here!” She exclaims. I in front of me for the first time since I started talking to Dash and sure enough, we were facing a storefront with a large wooden sign over the door that stated: Ponyville Party.
“Well, let’s go in. I’ve got some shoppin’ to do! This concert’s gonna be soooo bitchin’!” I begin to gush as I mentally envision the concert. I don’t even notice Dash as she cringes at my curse.
I walk inside the door to the shop, accompanied my Rainbow Dash and an attention-getting ding. I see a cerulean-colored stallion with a light aqua mane approach me. I take note of his cutie mark: a single party hat with two stage lights flashing upon it. The stallion looks wary at first, then begins calming down.
“Hello Danny, welcome ta’ Ponyville Party! Is there something I can help ya’ with?” He asks in a stereotypical New York accent, getting my attention away from the crazy, streamer-strewn room that I am standing in, “Oh, and mah name’s Eiffel, I run this here store!” A pony named Eiffel with a New York accent, now I’ve seen ever- wait, nevermind.
“I’m guessing Pinkie Pie comes here a lot?” I say, most likely stating the obvious.
“Ohhhh yeah, she’s mah best customer; A little crazy, but still a really nice girl.” I see him smile a bit, then his face returns to a slightly more serious one, “So, what brings ya’here friend?”
“Well, you may have heard that I’m having a huge party on Nightmare Night. I need some lights, blinders, strobes, the works.”
“Oh, well follow me! I’ve got all of that stuff in the back.” He begins walking through the mess of stuff littering the room.
“Nice mess you’ve got here.” I decide to have some fun.
“It’s not a mess, it’s organized chaos!” He exclaims, apparently frustrated.
“Seems legit. Whatev’ man, I know that feel.” I say, sympathetic.
“Here are the lights.” What I see amazes me. I see strobes, blinders, searchlights, and even a few lasers!
“HO-LEY-SHI-YAT!” The pony cringes at my language, “How much a- you know what, I’ll just get the lights I want and then you can tell me how much they are.”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll be waitin’ up front, just holler when yer’ ready.” I watch as he leaves.
I feel like a kid in a candy store. I quickly grab a large blinder lights from the nearby shelf. I then proceed to grab four mini searchlights and a laser machine. This shit weighs a TON. I look over at Dashie, my eyes pleading for help.
“Lemme help you there.” She walks over and motions for me to put some of the lights onto her back. I set down the laser machine onto her back. On our world, the machine would’ve simply toppled over due to lack of balance, but apparently, that doesn’t affect ponies. She balances the large machine like a pro and proceeds to walk towards the front counter. I follow her, still weighed down by the immense amount of machinery I am carrying. After several trips back and forth, me and Dash manage to move all of my equipment.
“Yo, Eiffel! You here?” I set down the electronics down on the counter near the entrance. I wipe the sweat off my brow, this is tough work.
“Yeah, I’m here!” He walks over from a seat in the corner, “Looks like you’ve picked out you’re stuff.”
“Yeah, can you tell me how much it’s gonna set me back?” I have a nervous look on my face. I have a feeling that this is gonna be expensive.
“Well, the searchlights… 25 bits, 40 bits, 120, 200, looks like you’ve got around 300 bits worth of equipment here.” I see Dash’s face begin to show small signs of relief, “But I’m having a huge pre nightmare night sale, I’ll drop it to 150 bits! How’s that for a deal? Great deal, huh?”
“I really don’t know; totally different currency system than what I use. Dash, is that a good deal?” I ask for Dash’s ruling on the issue, as this is her money I’m spending.
“Yeah, that’s a pretty awesome deal. Here’s the money Danny.” She hands me a few coins with different numbers on them. Where did she? How? What? Never mind.
I hand over the coins to Eiffel, who takes them and puts them into a cash register that I hadn’t noticed earlier. He then walks back over to me.
“Hey, I don’t know exactly what cha need for this ‘concert’, but how’s about I throw in a free smoke machine. On the house, whaddya say?”
“Man, that’s really cool of you. I’ll be sure to pay you back ASAP.” I say, not accustomed to ponies being generous, let alone ponies with a New York accent being generous, “And yeah, a smoke machine would be totally awesome.” I imagine pumping out smoke right before the drop on a Skrillex song.
“Think of it as a gift from your new pal Eiffel.” He gives me a hearty pat on the back, “You an’ me should hang out some time. Just us two guys, it’ll be fun!”
“Yeah, that’ll be cool. Maybe after the party though.” I watch as his smile drops, “Sorry, but between setting up the lights, synching them with the sound, passing out invites, mixing the sound, and recording the sound, I’ve got a pretty busy week ahead of me.”
“Well I’ll say, looks like you need some help from your pal Eiffel! Just call me down any time and I’ll help you out.” I am surprised by his genuine generosity.
“Thanks man, I might call you down tomorrow, if not later today. I really need some help setting up these lights.” I suddenly am hit with a question: How am I going to get them home? “Hey man, is it okay if you hold these here until further notice? I really wanted to talk to some friends today, you know, after last night…”
“Oh yeah, I heard about what that manticore did to ya, almost snuffed ya’ out.” His look of concern morphed into a look of confusion,”How exactly did ya’ manage to get away? From what I saw of ya, you were pretty messed up.”
“Honestly, I just had the will to live. I killed the manticore, then started to pass out, docs saved me, you know.” I smile, remembering what gave me the will to live.
“Well, you best get goin’, wouldn’t wanna keep your friends waitin’.” Hey waves me a goodbye, and I walk outside with Dash following closely behind.
“I think that we should see Twilight first, kay?” I suggest an idea to Dash.
“Yeah, okay. Sounds good to me!” She flashes me a bright smile.
“Lets go then!” I begin to follow Dash, as I don’t quite know my way around town yet.
I walk next to Dash for about a minute, thanking her often for helping me out.
“I promise you that I’ll pay you back with whatever money I can make off of this concert. I hate mooching, makes me feel like a charity case.” I say, thanking her for the fifth time.
“I believe you Danny, just relax. 150 bits isn’t too much; I make 500 bits a week and usually have a lot left over.” She explains to me, as I’m still grasping the rough value of a bit.
“Okay but I’m still payi-“ I begin to say for the fifth time, one of my bad habits.
“Yo guys look, it’s Rainbow Dyke and her coltfriend!” I hear a voice yell from the clouds above me. I look up to see a group of three Pegasus ponies who I immidiatly recognized as the bullies from the Sonic Rainboom episode.
“I guess she’s not a Dyke, so let’s call her Rain-bi Dash!” The caramel colored pony laughs at his joke, “She’s such a whore that she date that thing, so she must be pretty desperate! Right Billy?”
“Yeah, let’s see if we can make Crashie cry again, like last time, right Score?” I can feel the rage building inside me as the grey pegasus insults Dashie.
“Duh huh huh, cry. Then can we get some potatoes?” Says the third pony, who is also grey, but larger and with black hair. He speaks in a voice bordering on mentally retarded.
I look over to see Dashie attempting to curl up into a ball at the insults being thrown at her. I am fucking PISSED, but I somehow manage to keep my composure. I see the three pegasus ponies decend down to ground level, about ten feet away from me. I stand in front of Dashie to protect her.
“Oh look, the monster wants to help pride pony. What’s your name, freak?” I begin to contort my face into pure rage. They hadn’t been at my party, not that I wanted them within ten feet of any of my friends.
“Danny Walters. I’m guessing you’re Hoops, Kevin, and Score.” I see them nod for a second, then continue their condescending glare.
“Get out of the way, we’ve got business with the Whore.” I begin to cough to mask my cursing.
“Cough!(Fuck) Cough!(You)” I see them twist their faces into confusion.
“What’s that, loser?” I snap, these douchebags are gonna get what’s coming to them.
“I said… FUCK *Spits* YOU!!!” The jump back at my scream of anger, “You three are honestly the most pathetic, lame-ass, retarded douchebags I’ve ever met in either of our worlds! I really don’t want to fight any of you, I would hate to hurt any pony. I f you hurt anypony, ever again, you’ll learn a lesson about how we deal with faggots on Earth. Seriously though, insult her one more time and I’m gonna fuck you up.”
I have gathered a crowd surrounding me and the jocks. Some ponies are whispering to each other with worried looks on their faces. I can only feel the anger intensify as I continue my rant while walking towards the three now-nervous assholes.
“I can be a great friend, or a dangerous enemy. You’ve just made an enemy of me, congrats.” I smile an evil smile, “I dare you to insult her one more time, see what happens.”
“Rain-ho Dash. Run guys!” Kevin says, smirking, before flying up into the sky with his two friends. Oh, not so fast you little bitch!
Oh yeah, I went there. I needed some kind of antagonist, even if they don’t take a front seat in my story. Sorry about the late upload, finals are coming up. Random Quote: ‘Ramirez, do everything!’- MW2.