//------------------------------// // See-through // Story: Hard To Find The Right Words // by Nameless Narrator //------------------------------// *MEGA DOOR SLAM!* “WHAT DID YOU DO, BUG?!” “For the last… day, was it? Sleep.” “I’ll break that smug creature’s neck!” “Stop it, Star Trail! You got your response, and it’s proper, all stamped and sealed.” “There’s no way it’s real, Crest. Even you can’t be that stupid.” “If I was able to give a damn, I would be asking what in Queen’s holes is going on, but I’m not, so I’ll keep lying here.” “This. Read it!” *Smack* “Good job throwing that piece of paper at my face. At your age, I would have expected you to have worse aim. Your senile brain forgot two things, though.” “Yeah, what?!” “One, I can’t move. Two, I can’t see.” “Cut that bull! Bladehoof saw you trying to climb over the fence in the garden, so that excuse isn’t going to fly.” “...yeah, she totally did see that...” “Oh, now you’re going to make up some nonsense about wind carrying you over there, right?” “No. Nothing happened. Nothing making me choose between the hive as a whole and myself whatsoever. You are right, fanatic. I played you all and almost managed to escape, but I wasn’t strong enough to make use of the love I stole from Palisade and now it’s all gone. Good job, you got me.” “That was oddly specific...” “Shut up, Crest.” “No, actually. You be quiet, Star Trail.” “What?” “The letter was clear. She’s to stay here under observation as a study case for a possible chance for rehabilitation and integration into society.” “What?” “You know that’s nonsense! There must be some changeling sympathizers in Canterlot who intercept messages about their lost kind. There is no damn way an order like this would be the princesses’ official stance on things.” “I hate to agree with the fanatic, but that sounds incredibly stupid. Although, you ponies are kind of big on the whole compassion thing. Still...” “Why the hay are YOU on his side? He wants you dead.” “Painfully tortured for a long time, THEN dead, Crest. Get your facts straight.” “Both of you SHUT UP! Good, now here’s the official stance of the law - the changeling is to be treated in the way the response from Canterlot ordered. Any transgressions against this will be treated as a crime no matter the offender. Are we clear, Star Trail?” “You don’t have to worry about me, Crest, I’m leaving tomorrow.” “Oh?” “I’m going to Canterlot on my own. I still have contacts in high places and I’ll find whoever is responsible for this obviously fake order and make them burn.” “I’m not sure if the rainbow mane of your huge-ass, literally, princess is flammable.” “And you are next, bug.” “I’ll be waiting. You can bet on that.” “Crest, make sure she doesn’t move until I get back.” “Yeah, you could break my legs- oh, wait.” “Star Trail. Until I’m told otherwise, I will act according to the instructions in the letter.” “You’ll regret it.” “Even so, my post carries a lot of responsibility with it, and I will deal with it the proper way.” “Yeah, well, if you’re a mind-controlled blob of green goo when I come back don’t go crying to me.” “That’s not physically possible. I should know, I used to make ponies into mind-controlled blobs of green goo.” “Heheh. Yep, Crest, you’ve got your work cut out for you. Oh, and one final thing before I go.” “I don’t like that murderous glare, Star Trail.” “You’ll beg for only a glare if something bad happens, because I’m leaving Puff here with you and… it.” “I would think taking your squire to Canterlot would be an adventure for him.” “Where I am going he won’t be allowed. So let me reiterate - if something happens to the stallion, your head will be put on a pike right next to the changeling’s.” “I’ll be sure to conjure up the most horrified expression I can just for the occasion not to disappoint you, Star Trail.” “Hmph. See you in few days, Crest.” *Even angrier door slam!* “Why does everypony keep doing that? The hinges are all wobbly. Note to self - tell Palisade to do some maintenance and make Puff watch.” “Yes, yes, keep talking about the structural weakness of the prison with the dangerous prisoner around.” “Who? Oh, sorry, you. You’re not dangerous, right?” “...no, I’m not...” “So, are you going to stick to your version of events? About you trying to climb over the fence.” “Yes, you caught me. I can actually see a bit and before I ran out of love I could move, although slowly.” “Now try the one about Red Riding Filly and the timberwolf.” “Umm…?” “I’ve been waving my foreleg at you while Star Trail was here, and I’m still doing it. You haven’t reacted in the slightest, not even to when I pretended to try to hit you and stopped my hoof.” “I have excellent self-control.” “You can’t see a thing. Plus, I questioned Puff about your shape in detail. You didn’t have broken leg and chitin on your belly nearly shattered to pieces. What happened?” “You misjudged me and I failed my escape.” “Are you really, really sticking to that story?” “Think what you want, pegasus.” “Alright, I will, which leads me to my reason for being here in the first place.” “To laugh at a broken pile of flesh and chitin?” “I’m not like that.” “You should be. I don’t deserve anything better.” “According to the orders I got from Canterlot you might.” “There clearly is someone intercepting the messages and writing fake ones to prevent us wounded ones from being killed on the spot. Not even you ponies can be acting like this to your enemies.” *Creak* “What in Queen’s holes are you doing?” “Sitting down on the bed.” “Right. Fine, use me in any way you want. I won’t resist or try to control you like the earthpony.” “Do you know what I really want to do to you right now?” “You can do anything, didn’t you hear? I can’t move anything besides my mouth, and if you shove something in there you’ll be sorry… or maybe not. Come on, give it a shot. He- hey? That’s my mane, what little’s left of it.” “Not used to having your mane stroked?” “I’ve had it bitten off few times by some rebellious slaves.” “Now it looks short, burned, and grey.” “Grey is my colour.” “Black chitin with the slightest hint of green and light grey mane and tail. I assume the belly plate was the same colour if your queen was anything to go by.” “Queen Chrysalis was- is beautiful. I’m… a pile.” “Not really. You’re smaller, cracked, but… I mean if you were a pony you wouldn’t look bad, proportions-wise.” “Are we getting to the part where you use me? Becauce I don’t really care about anything you have to say.” “Can I do something to make you feel a little better?” “Snap my neck.” “Can’t. Orders.” “Clearly fake orders.” “I’ll abide them until proven otherwise. So, can I bring you something? Vegetables, water, anything?” “Your neck to my mouth.” *Creak* “Well?” “Well what?” “I’ve been leaning next to your muzzle for few seconds now and nothing.” “I’m not interested. Desperate blueballed love tastes like crap.” “You had no idea I did it until I spoke.” “...” “You can’t see anything. You can’t move on your own. You were found stuck on a fence with a broken leg you didn’t have previously. You are saying you were trying to escape. I’ve talked to ponies who were afraid or being blackmailed. To be completely honest, the first pony I would suspect of preparing a scene like that would be Star Trail, but he wouldn’t be that pissed off afterwards. I know you’re lying about what happened, I’m just not sure why, because unless I seriously misunderstood you, fear isn’t your thing.” “...we warriors aren’t too gifted in the head department...” *Sigh* “I’ll be back in few minutes with few things, just try to rest up a little.” “Sure, there’s always a chance that I won’t open my eyes again.”