"We are in so much trouble," Big Mac protested.
"Only if we get caught," Discord corrected.
"Remember Big Mac, you haven't committed any crimes until you get caught." The Little Dragon's wisdom-filled the room.
The moon hung low in the sky as the clouds blanketed over the coal chilled land. Big Mac and Discord both carried large bags on their backs, while the little dragon carried a small box. The mist of darkness covered them like a veil. Like three robbers in the night they crept unnoticed.
They snuck through Spike's window to make sure no pony saw their location. Big Mac struggled to get through the small window and required some assistance.
"Suck it in Mac," Spike said as he struggled with Discord.
"Quiet it down will you," Discord whispered out of breath.
Big Mac took a deep breath in as Discord and Spike yanked him into the room. Spike screamed as Big Mac's behind went straight on his face.
"Spike!" Discord whispered in panic.
Discord grabbed Big Mac and rolled him off of the little dragon. Spike gasped for air as he reemerged.
"I'm alive, I'm alive," Spike gasped. "No offense Big Mac but you are heavy."
"I get a good workout out every day."
Spike sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Well, I suppose I found only one downfall to that."
"Ok, you're alive, good." Discord said as he put his bag on the table. "Now get off the floor and help me with this."
"Excuse me," Spike said as he stood up and wiped himself down. "I just almost became a ghost there, so give me a second."
Discord rolled his eyes as he grabbed Big Mac's bag off the ground and put it on the table. "Alright good, you unfortunately survived. Now, will you please help me with this."
Spike and Big Mac grabbed one of the bags and dumped it on the table. After Discord emptied his bag the table was a collective scene of numerous colors. The rainbow display on the table would have been very concerning to anypony.
"That's a lot of hair," Big Mac said in awe.
"Ya, if Twilight saw this she would be very concerned," Spike said as he scratched his head.
"If Fluttershy was to walk in on me right now, I don't think I could tell her what I was doing. She would ask me what I was doing and I would tell her that I was looking for ghosts." Discord froze as he played the scenario in his head. "And she would still have so many questions."
"Well just be glad that we haven't had to explore that avenue yet," Spike reassured.
Spike opened his book and flipped to the marked page. "Alright, it seems that after you get all the hair you have to…" Spike froze.
"What?" Big Mac asked in concern.
"Well, first we have to arrange them by colors, then we have to cut each individual hair to a certain length, and finally we have to craft them into certain shapes."
"Are you serious?!" Big Mac and Discord said in unison.
"Dang it, this isn't good." Shira looked around the corner as she held Capper to the wall. "We got one at 4 o'clock."
"At what," Capper asked.
"That direction," Shira said as she pointed.
Capper looked around the corner as he saw who she was pointing at. A normal looking unicorn with brown hair, a white coat, and a black suit and tie walked casually in the crowd.
"How can you tell he's bad?" Capper asked.
"I just can, alright," Shira quickly informed. "Now we need to keep moving, and quickly."
Shira walked into a crowd of ponies. Capper followed on four legs to help conceal himself. They casually swapped past pony after pony trying not to cause any alarm. Shira kept looking over her shoulder keeping track of the white pony. As Capper started to get lost in the crowd and falling behind Shira grabbed him by the arm and started to pull him along.
Capper still found it quite odd about Arch's behavior. He had been very quick to leave them after their discussion about Capper's parents. And now they're being pursued by what possibly could have been another one of the creatures they had previously encountered at the casino.
"Wait, I have a question," Capper asked. Shira glanced back at him in acknowledgment. "Why are you running from this thing? I mean back at the casino it seems like your friend could easily take one of these creatures out."
Shira continued to pull him along and stopped as they approached a cross-section. "Arch is a very skilled warrior but not even he could take on very many of them at the same time." Shira looked up at the light as the street flooded with carts. "Besides the one you saw was a pathetic wimpy one compared to some of the bigger and more experienced ones."
The light turned green and before the cartoon of the street could even stop Shaira quickly pulled Capper across the road. She looked at both directions before deciding to go left. Capper looking behind could not see the pony following them. Perhaps Shira had another method of sensing the creature's presence.
They continued their way down the street until they came in front of a large shopping mall. Shira had no hesitation; she pulled Capper along and into the building. The mall was large with high ceilings and kind of resembled that of the casino.
"Is he still behind us?" Shira asked.
Capper began to turn around before he stopped. He instead looked at a window in front of him. The reflective surface revealed that the same pony he had seen earlier was walking past the entrance door. Capper swallowed hard and quickly turned back to Shira.
"Ya, he's right behind us," Capper reluctantly informed.
Shira casually continued forward. They took a quick turn into one of the many clothing stores. Capper walked up to her as she pretended to admire a hat. She picked it up and tried it on.
"Where is he?" Shira asked as she tried another hat on.
Capper used the same reflection trick with a mirror inside the store. "He's in the center of the alley looking for us."
Shira groaned as she looked around. She quickly searched all the possibilities of getting out of the situation. If she saw, them she could attack them sneakily without anybody seeing him and if they went somewhere private then he could kill them with blunt force without worrying about witnesses.
"Hey," Capper said as he picked up a hat. He put on a scarf and wrapped it around his neck and much of his face. "Maybe we can just walk right past him."
"Well, that is an idea now isn't it," Shira chuckled.
The brown-haired pony stood in the middle of the aisle looking in every direction. He searched the face of each individual while still keeping a steady pace forward. As he walked forward two individuals casually walked past him. One of them put their arm around the other and laughed at something they the other had said. The brown-haired pony nearly glanced at them and glanced back to search for his targets.
"We're in the clear," Capper whispered almost amused.
Capper had a big brown hat followed by a black and brown scarf that covered most of his face. A light brown coat covered most of his body. Shira had a bandana tied around her head and a leather jacket. They purposely walked on four legs as they were walking up four before. Their disguises were quick and subtle but just enough to make it past the brown-haired pony.
They continued to walk and turn to the entrance of the mall. Capper turned and looked once again to the reflection of one of the store windows. From there he could see the brown pony continuing his search. Too bad it would be in vain.
Once outside Shria took off the clothes and continued on two legs Capper did the same.
"That wasn't so bad," Capper boasted.
"Ya well, were not in the clear yet."
Minutes went by and eventually turned into hours that went by feeling more like years. Every piece of hair had to be accounted for and had to be arranged perfectly. Discord had never seen so much hair in his entire life and he hated it more than anything.
Big Mac grounding fronted in frustration as he counted thousands and thousands of pieces of hair. Spike would scream in anger every time he would sneeze or moved too quickly. The wind taking away hours of progress as the hair flew all over the room. When the book said that that colors had to be very precise to each other they had no idea how picky it would be.
Their first attempt at doing the spell ended horribly. Flames went everywhere and the three were sent flying across the room. They had tried to rush the process and in return, they failed so this time they knew they were going to have to do it right. Amethyst pink blue green peridot blood wine red turquoise lime green dark blue baby blue gray white black yellow-orange sunset orange-red these were the many colors they had sort. The only good thing was that Discord had memorized many colors and discovered many new shades he never even considered existed.
The hours of excruciating pain went by as The Three Amigos forwarded the thousands of strands of hair.
"Alright there," Discord gasped. "We're finally done sorting it by color." Discords magic could not touch the hair as the spell would not be complete if he did. "How are you guys doing?"
Spike played down another bowl completely made of pony hair and carefully arranged by color. " well we have 36 done so for about a third of the way there."
"No no noooooo," Big Mac cried.
Discord dragged his feet over to them and plopped down next to them. " I guess I'll help," He cried.
Spike and Discord did most of the weaving as they were the only ones with fingers. Big Mac carefully handed them the hair sorted by colors. Each colored hair had to be touching a specific color when weaved into the basket. This meant a Big Mac had to be very precise on the order he gave them the hair. Moving hair with assholes was far more difficult than he could have ever imagined but luckily after about ten thousand pieces, he had created an efficient system of transporting the hair.
Discord has never created anything in his life that wasn't done with the snap of his fingers. Weaving a basket strand by strand was the most horrifying experience he had ever had. He would have taken prison of a million years in solitude stoned and then having to weave a basket strand by strand.
At last after what felt like an eternity, and what was a cycle of the Sun and Moon, the boys had finally completed their mission. Every last strand of hair was used up. They had to sweep the entire room nearly a hundred times and clean off every corner of the walls to make sure that every hair was used. And finally, each basket was made properly color by color.
Spike put down his magnifying glass and the basket he was examining. "Oh, my stars!" The dragon praised. "We did it. The last basket is good." Spike jumped up. "WE DID IT, WE'RE DONE, AFTER YEARS WE'RE FINALLY DONE!"
The trio jump for joy laughing and crying at the same time. After a short celebration, the three collapsed on the ground and started crying together. They have fought through the war together with the most excruciating painful war of their life and they had all survived it because of each other. The enemy has powerful weapons and strong Magic but the Three Amigos prevailed with each other. At last, they would have scars and wounds that would never heal from their treacherous battles.
"Now we can finally do the stupid spell," Spike said as he wiped his face of Tears.
"Hold on first I have to go save myself," Discord said as he stood up. "because I am done with looking at hair ever again."