He was out, he made it out. He had to sit down for a second, weakly he stumbled over to a tree and collapsed. He was out of Rapture, no more suicides, no more of that hell. He spent a few more minutes just sitting and thinking when he realized that while he was out of Rapture he was probably not on earth, because unless scientists had started genetically modifying, well, everything, he shouldn't be seeing lizards that looked like hydra's or winged horses flying in the sky with what looked like mail bag.
"Well" he thought, "I've seen humans shoot lightning out of their hands and ghosts wander the halls in Rapture, mythological beings, why not"
And with that he stood up and decided it would be best to get out of the forest. He walked without interruption for a while until he found another clearing, and surprisingly, at the other end was what looked to be metal sticking out of a group of bushes. Boris rushed forward thinking there would be something to use as a club or shank. What he found was much better, behind the bushes was looked like a neighborhood worth of different nicknacks, there was a whole array of guns, a ton of metal scraps, a couple of power tools, a few pieces of furniture, what looked like a whole towns worth of cloth, and finally that brewery that got teleported. "Oh" Boris realized "it was all the things that were accidentally teleported during the testing."
"Ok, I can work with this" Boris thought with determination.
Just because he was out of Rapture did not mean he was going to give up his B&B, and about finding civilization, well who needs society anyway. And with that he got to work.
One Four Day Epic Montage Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After Boris used telekinesis to move the sign into place he stepped back and admired his the finished product, he had built a reasonably good building and home, and with plasmids to help, it was all the more stable. He had made a rather large first floor with one bedroom for him, a back room with some cooking equipment, and a large main room with a living area filled with some couches and a nice armchair, with a bar sort of thing off to the side for eating and checking people in, he had also dug a small cellar for multi purpose and a second floor with three more bedrooms and a bathroom which really was just a metal tub with bucket near a manual pump and a mirror. Each bedroom was equipped with a bed, mattress (stuffed with hay), sheets, a blanket, one pillow (also stuffed with hay) and a dresser. Morning meals would likely consist of whatever he had that specific day, surprisingly he had also got the brewery equipment set up in the back room (going of what he remembered it looked like) but had no idea how to work it. But perhaps the best part of the day was when he got some wild hens into the henhouse thing he had created, Boris is having omelette's. He also had a small garden set up out back with some peppers and other vegetation growing.
One thing that had greatly confused Boris was that throughout all of this he was using plasmids practically non-stop and he still felt zero EVE drain. At least halfway through the first day he should have been completely dry, but he was still rearing and ready to go, but if there was another thing his grandmother had taught him was not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
A few days after the creation of "Boris's B&B: All are Welcome" he was working in the garden when he heard the sound of trees crashing nearby, nervous he charged up a swarm ready to chase of any wild life. Suddenly a few trees got utterly brutalized by a glowing floating cart with two broken wheels, a blue unicorn wearing a cloak stepped out of the trees beside the cart with her horn alight with the same glow.
He quickly got rid of the plasmid realizing this might be a customer, why was he not freaking out, he has seen angry ghosts, dudes in diver suits brutalize people and little girls sticking needles in dead bodies while giggling, it would literally take a pink demon appearing, letting loose a banshee shriek, and disappearing to startle him. The unicorn scanned the clearing until she got to him, her eyes flicked to the sign and back to him, finally she sighed and seemingly steeling herself she took a few more steps toward him, cart following.
"You, creature, the Great and Powerful Trixie demands a room, go and get this Boris so he may tell Trixie where to put her cart"
Boris was not really affected by the insult, he'd been called worst,
"I am Boris" he grunted, standing to his full height and brushing himself off,
"how many days do you need, I accept any payment methods except credit"
this knocked Trixie of balance for a second before she recovered,
"Trixie would like to pay on a night by night basis until she fixes her cart wheels and finds a road, she will pay five bits a night, is this adequate" she questioned loudly.
Boris nodded, not really knowing what a bit was or what it was worth,
"lay down the cart down there and then come inside" he said while pointing to a patch of grass near the building, he then walked inside and waited behind the counter.
A few minutes later Trixie walked in with a saddle bag and her cloak still on, she walked up to the counter and levitated five gold coins out of her saddle bag and onto the counter, Boris's eyes widened slightly at the gold but nevertheless he took the coins and slid over a key with a one on it,
"up the stairs and first door on your left, bathrooms end of the hall" he said in a neutral tone.
Trixie walked up the stairs, stayed there a few minutes and then came back down with a book levitating beside her,
"do you serve dinner as well, Trixie can pay" she said,
Boris checked his stock and he did indeed have enough to spare, procuring a wooden bowl and spoon he left to the back room and came out with a bowl of maple oat meal, he slid it across the counter to her,
"on the house" he said when he saw her horn lighting up,
" your my first customer" he explained
Trixie took this in stride taking the bowl and spoon with a small "thank you" as she ate they both made some awkward conversation with him learning she's a traveling magician and her learning that he's a human. When she was finished she went to the couches with a book and read for a bit, eventually she turned in and a hour later Boris did as well.
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Over the last few days that it took to fix the cart Boris had actually become friends with Trixie, he had learned that she came from a small but proud family of earth ponies and had been put down from the start by her parents who wanted a earth pony boy, she had set out at the age of seven to prove them wrong, to prove that she could be a great one way or another. She had gained a apprenticeship under another traveling magician who had not only taught her but became more of a father to her than her real one, he had allowed her to take his last name Lullamoon, she has also told him about her travels. She in turn had learned about Boris's aspiration to own a B&B to live up to his grandmother, she also learned about Rapture but that was by accident.
Early morning on the second day there was a problem in the form of a hydra trying to eat Trixie's cart, she was still sleeping. Just as he was chasing it off using swarm and winter blast Trixie stepped out the front door and stared wide eyed a Boris firing ice and insects at a hydra. This made for a very interesting explanation, she was left wide eyed at the explanation of plasmids and tonics, and she was also terrified at the idea of Rapture and splicers.
When the time came for Trixie to leave she had left a small blue dot on the front lawn, claiming it was a sort of magical beacon that she could use to find the building again, she swore to come back at one point with more stories. They exchanged goodbyes and off she went, he would miss her company.
One week AT (after Trixie)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One week after Trixie left Boris was getting annoyed, someone was hiding in the back room and he was done with hearing noises at night, at midnight he snuck down with a winter blast charged and moved into the back room, he spotted a figure opening cabinets. He moved slowly but surely towards it. When he was about to fire his foot hit a loose board, the figure shot up and made a break for it, Boris was quicker though and fired on the figure, hitting it. Another strange side effect of this world was that his ice worked indefinitely, it kept the target frozen in time right there until he unfroze them. Deciding to keep them there until morning Boris headed upstairs and went to sleep.
That morning he went back down, ate breakfast and fixed a second bowl for the thief. He went to the back room, locked the door behind him and then took a good look at his prisoner. He was a brown barely teenager earth pony with a darker brown mane, his cutie mark was a wooden mug with froth coming out he had saddlebags filled with some apples and other foods. He was frozen in a running position with wide eyes, his ribs were showing and his mane was filled with twigs, he generally looked like a runaway who had small and far in between meals.
Making sure the door was locked he unfroze the pony, who immediately starting cowering before the unknown creature. Boris simply sat down on one of the spare chairs and slid over a bowl of oatmeal before simply leaning back and watching. The earth pony was incredibly nervous, staring at the bowl while his stomach growled, eventually hunger won with him inching forward and eating.
Finally Boris spoke "so what's your name?" he asked
the earth pony looked back up from the half eaten bowl,
"H-home Brew si-sir" he stuttered
"the names Boris, what are you doing out here Home Brew, and more importantly why are you stealing from me."
The Earth Pony looked ashamed for a second for a second before telling Boris that he had run away from home but didn't elaborate. This made Boris contemplative, he had seen runaways before on earth, he didn't want to see any here, as he was thinking his eyes drifted over to the brewery equipment and then back to the ponies cutie mark. He had heard from Trixie that the mark represented their special talent.
Finally he nodded over to the equipment that was set up and said "can you work that"
Home Brew's eyes scanned the equipment with surprising intensity. He turned back to Boris and nodded nervously, Boris got up opened a drawer and pulled out a key with a two on it, he tossed it to the earth pony,
"you got a job, help around the place and work the brewery equipment and You get room two and free meals"
Home Brew was stunned for a second before a small grin broke out on his face.
"Y-you got it boss" before following Boris out.
"You got two days to get situated here before I give you chores, tell me what you need for the brewery and I'll see if I can get it"
Boris went behind the counter and gestured to the stairs "rooms up there"
At the foot of the stair Home Brew turned and nervously cleared his throat, "h-hey boss what are you"
Boris simply grunted "human" without turning around
"o-oh, okay" and with that Home Brew headed up. Boris was pleased with himself, he had got a worker to not only help around but also one who knew how to work the brewery.