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// The Beginning of Crimson, Phase One 
// Story: King Crimson's Bizarre Adventure through Horse World: The Crimson-ing 
// by 81298821227777777_ 
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Crimson picked up the pay phone and called the operator.

"Hello?"

"HELLO YES THIS IS CRIMSON."

"Excuse m-"

"YES I LOOK FOR DIAVOLO HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?"

"What? Listen, you nee-"

"HELLO WHERE IS DIAVOLO THIS IS CRIMSON."

The operator hung up.

King Crimson hung his head low. Every since he ended up in this new, strange, and rather colorful world filled with colorful horses and magic and whatnot, he had not been able to find his user, Diavolo, which he had so rudely been parted with.

He stepped out of the booth, multicolored equines moving both ways down the sidewalk. Of course, none of them could see Crimson, what with him being a Stand and all, leaving King Crimson feeling quite lonely. He wandered off, through the crowds, until the city around him seemingly disappeared, leaving him amongst a forest. King Crimson never liked big buildings, so he continued beyond the edge and deep into the woods.

"DIAVOLO?"

King Crimson had never been away from his user before. It was such a strange experience for him, wandering from place to place for days searching for his user, Diavolo. He remembered back to the last thing he was doing before ended up in this world: He was fighting someone, some guy with a column-like haircut in a wheelchair, when he and Diavolo were surrounded by a brilliant white light. The next thing he knew, he was pulled away from Diavolo, fell over, and then he was here. But that happened days ago, and ever since, King Crimson had been wandering about, searching for his user.

Crimson glanced around. He had been walking for hours, despite feeling like moments, and he found himself in a small clearing. The world behind seemed to be drowned out while he was strolling. Crimson decided to sit on a large stone nearby and collect his thoughts. The days Crimson had spent in this place left him sad and alone, with absolutely no one to talk to. Not that he had any desire to, but it would've been better than the constant wandering.

Then Epitaph spoke. "Crimson."

"WHAT YOU WANT, SMALL FACE?"

"Finally, you decided to respond. I've been trying to get your attention for hours."

"CRIMSON DID NOT HEAR."

"Of course he didn't. Now, look, I don't why you're going about, looking for Diavolo, but don't you think we could be better off without him?"

"SMALL FACE IS STUPID. DIAVOLO IS MY MASTER I MUST FIND HIM."

"Stop calling me Small Face. It's Epitaph and you know it is."

"YOU KNOW CRIMSON CANNOT SAY FUNNY WORD, SMALL FACE."

Epitaph sighed. Trying to argue with King Crimson is the equivalent to speaking to a burning tree stump that just ate a 5-year old, which Epitaph suddenly realized and stopped talking.

"I'M SORRY, SMALL FACE. CRIMSON IS JUST SAD BECAUSE HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO."

"We could keep walking. That was working out incredibly well for us, until you stopped walking."

"CRIMSON IS TIRED OF WALKING."

"Strolling, jogging, running, sprinting. Anything that involves moving forward is better than sitting absolutely still."

"CRIMSON LIKES SITTING."

"And Crimson is wasting time, like he always does. Come on, let's-"

A rustling sound came very suddenly from a nearby bush, immediately catching both Epitaph and Crimson's attention.

"WHO IS THERE?"

The rustling grew much louder, and then began to fade into silence. Crimson's gaze locked on to the bush as he stood up from the stone and stepped towards it. With one swift motion, he hacked away the petty shrub.

"HELLO I AM..."

No one. Crimson stared into the near-total darkness of the forest.

"It was probably just a rodent or somethi-"

"NO. IT WAS HORSEY," Crimson said in his usually loud voice as he pointed at the ground. A trail of faint hoofprints came to, and then away from the shrub that previously stood.

"What would one of those little horses be doing out here?"

King Crimson inhaled. "THIS MUST BE THE WORK OF AN ENEMY STAND!"

"What-?" Epitaph had no time to react as King Crimson began sprinting alongside the trail hoofprints.

"Whoa, Crimson, slow down! We don't even know if this one is a Stand user!"

"IT'S LIKE SMALL FACE SAID. WHAT WOULD HORSEY BE DOING OUT HERE?"

"That doesn't mean that they're a Stand user! Maybe they were just wandering around like us, or maybe they just... like..."

"DON'T WORRY, SMALL FACE. CRIMSON CAN HANDLE THIS."

King Crimson stopped at a narrow, bumpy dirt path, where the trees above let light shine through ever so slightly. The tracks that he had been following turned onto the small path and followed it onwards. Without a second thought, King Crimson continued his pursuit. Only a minute down the road, the tracks he had been following had stopped abruptly.

"Huh."

"HORSEY DISAPPEAR? MAKES NO SENSE."

"Maybe they... um..."

"MUST BE STAND USER."

"Okay, fine, let's assume this equine just so happens to have a Stand. Where would a Stand-bearing horse have gone, Genius?"

Crimson looked around. The path he had been followed continued into an opening nearby, and deeper into the forest from where he came. The tracks seemed to turn off into the forest, despite leaving no other visible trace, and the area around him was completely silent.

"..."

"So...?"

"SO..."

"Yeeeeesss?"

"HORSEY STAND CAN TELEPORT!"

"I..." Epitaph then realized that arguing again would not only be fruitless, but also that such an idea at this point was not entirely retarded, as King Crimson's ideas usually were. "Alright, you've convinced me. So, where are we off to know, Smarty Pants?"

"UH."

"'UH'?"

King Crimson continued along the dirt path into what he thought was the clearing, which turned out to be the other edge of the forest. Large plains spread out before him, with lush fields resting in the soft breeze blowing past. A somewhat small town stood out in the plains ahead, with strange buildings and a large farm off to the side. The path they had followed seemed to turn into a cobblestone paved road, with a sign not far off.

"'Welcome to Ponyville' ..."

"CRIMSON KNOWS WHAT TO DO NOW."

"And that is...?"

"WE GO TO HORSEY VILLAGE."

Epitaph sighed. "Brilliant, Crimson. Just brilliant."