12:13 A.M. Need I explain more? · 5:18am Jul 1st, 2015
Insomnia and Youtube 1.
(This will most likely never be used anywhere else but hey, it’s a funny extra.)
Police chief Mean Streets still couldn’t believe what was happening in front of him. Less than five minutes ago they’d been calmly making their way up to a contact’s apartment and now here he stood while Gale single hoofedly had three changelings so scared that none dared move.
“Once again, I apologize for the inconvenience gentlemen, but we needed to have a word with all of you.”
As he watched Gale calmly address the situation, he could see why the princess had assigned him to the team. Mean Streets, being a fifteen year veteran of the Fillydelphia police department, could easily see the pure rage behind Gale’s expression.
After a minute of silence, Gale pointed to one of the three and said. “Take a seat, we may be here awhile.”
After another few minutes, Gale managed to coax the lead changeling into speaking.
“Look, I just want you to know how badly we feel about how bucked up things got with the invasion. We were told going into this that it was all with good intentions”-
Another reason why Princess Celestia had assigned Gale to this mission was his uncanny ability to sense when ponies, or changelings in this case, were trying to use any sort of mental magic on him.
Right as the changeling finished his sentence, Gale took his pistol out of it’s holster, turned to the right, and shot the changeling behind him. Killing it instantly.
“Oh my bad, did I startle you? No please go on, it was an accident.”
The lead changeling sat shivering for another minute before Gale started again.
“You said something about intentions?”
Another few moments of silence.
“Oh you were finished? Well then allow me to counter,” Leaning closer, he continued.
“What does ‘Chrysalis’ act like?”
The question came so far out of left field to the changeling that the only response it could muster was. “What?”
Gale glared down at the changeling “What nation are you from?”
“What?” The changeling stuttered.
Gale, already ‘getting tired of this shit’ let some of his anger seep through.“What isn’t a country I’m familiar with. They speak Equestrian in What?”
The changeling, now practically paralyzed in fear, could only seem to stutter a reply of. “What?”
Turning to his left, Gale kicked the box of picture frames against the wall, shattering all of them in a cacophony of white noise.“Equestrian motherfucker, do you speak it!?”
“Yes!”
“Then you understand me?”
“Yes!”
“Then describe who this ‘Chrysalis’ is.”
“What?”
Drawing his pistol, Gale put it almost against the changelings muzzle and shouted.”Say what again! Say. What. Again. I dare you. I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more god damned time!”
“She-she’s our queen.”
“And!?”
“She’s the strongest changeling.”
Getting even madder that this trip was going no where, Gale decided to say fuck it to the plan. “Does she act like a bitch?”
“What?”
Pointing his pistol at the changelings right flank, Gale pulled the trigger.
[“Does. She. Act. Like. A. Bitch!?”
“Yes!”
“Then why do you keep working for her?”
“We have no choice.”
Shaking his head in disgust, Gale started. “Yes you do. Yes. You. Do. Everyone gets to chose their path in life.”
Gale turned to his partner for the day and said. “We’ve got some things to discuss,” Looking back at the two remaining changelings he added. “Their not going anywhere soon anyways.” With that said, he calmly walked into the apartment’s kitchen and promptly started shaking with rage.
Mean Streets put a forehoof on his shoulder and asked, “Are you okay sir? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
How the fuck do they know that phrase anyways!? “No no, it’s fine. I’m good.”
Streets frowned and nudged his left arm with a wing. ‘Then why haven’t you put this up since we got here?”
“Look, I don’t expect you to get it but these creature. No, these monsters nearly killed the only thing from this world that I’ve come to care about. As far as I’m concerned they’ve committed the worst crimes any being can just by trying.”
Nodding his head in agreement, Streets asked another question. “What do you think we should do with them now?”
“Personally? Tie their wings together and chuck them off the roof.”
The End?
This may or may not become relevant to From Under The Cork Tree. I’ll let you figure that one out in due time..
