//------------------------------// // Work's At Night-Tonight! // Story: Flustered Town's Origin // by MLPkillers //------------------------------// The Unicorn was back in Flustered Town, making his way to his client. He didn’t have to grab the Celestia Statue; he did it for more satisfaction from a client; also to bring back a traditional artifact to its owner, after all... It will be passed down to the next generation. He notices his peer’s homes, they worked with him at his job, he doesn’t know them personally, but that they work at the same job as him. Their homes looked decorated for Nightmare Night, it’s not even near “that” night. His eyes caught a sign at Lume’s house. “Fellow works at the Organization, remember to bring your hide to the Organization. Don’t forget!” Coomber totally forgot about the Organization tonight, he could’ve missed it, then...! Coomber caught his recent client, going to his home. He has the statue that was stolen from him. The Unicorn heard hoof steps Approaching him, he turned to the sound, smiling with relief, he must’ve completed the job, so why is he coming back? (”He better not try to hand my payment back! That statue is irreplaceable!”) Coomber stopped 5 feet away from the client. Having a smirk and satisfaction look. Coomber reached into his bag, grabbing the statue and holding it up to his client. “Is this the statue that was stolen?” Coomber asked, already knowing the answer. The client’s face turned bright and cheerful. “I can’t believe you brought the statue back-! The assassin started walking away in the direction he just came. “Alright, see you...” Coomber started making his way back from which he came. Was he going to steal the statue? Is he mocking him? “Hey, Wait!, I was kidding!” The Unicorn felt panicked, not wanting to have his statue stolen again. He looked and was frantic. Coomber walked back to the Unicorn and hoofed over the statue. “You’re very generous, you know that?” The Unicorn said with delight and relief. His vintage statute was now back in his possession. He expressed a grateful look to Coomber, who felt like he actually did a good deed. He put the statue in his bag. “Oh, I also got you something else to keep an (eye) on your statue...” Coomber Reached into his left bag grabbing the optic organ. He asked if the client could close his eyes and hold both hoofs out. The client agreed, extending both hoofs out to Coomber. Coomber moved the hoof with the eye in it and put it over the client’s hoofs. He wanted to peak and he should’ve. Coomber dropped the eye in the hoofs of his client. It felt slimy and squishy. He wanted to throw it, resisting the urge to do so. “You can open your eyes now.” Coomber said, a sound of laughter in his voice. When the Unicorn opened his eyes, his eyes widened completely, like when he saw a pony getting stabbed over a sandwich, that was stupid and of no importance. He frantically threw the familiar eye behind him. He felt disgusted. Coomber smiled, almost giggling. “That’s the sickest joke ever!” Coomber kept his smile. He should’ve kept that eye, so he wouldn’t get his statue stolen again. “You know. You should’ve kept that.” Coomber jokingly said. Why on earth would he want to keep that!? That’s despicable, at least the statue’s back. “That’s disgusting as Tartarus! Why would I want that! At least I know my payment that I little regret didn’t go to waste!” “To keep an (eye) on your statue.” Coomber playfully said. The Unicorn became conscious of his statue, he checked his bag in anger and fear. The statue was gone. He looked back at Coomber, who had a hoof out to him, the statue was in it. He took it when his eyes were closed. He snatched it back from the killer/assassin. “That’s rude.” Coomber said casually, having a snicker snake through. The assassin Detected hoof steps behind him, they were heading in his path, stopping a small distance from the assassin. “Coomber turned around to find a pony in a red spiral cape. His eyes were black as avoid would be. His mane was as orange as his tail, both having the same art style: cutting sharp and short. His coat was the color of the void: pitch black. He looked mean and ready for a job. He always looked mean, Coomber thought. “Hey Coomber, did you forget about the Organization of Killers”? The void colt reminded Coomber nicely of his job. Nopony who’s ever late will be let off easy, they might even lose an organ or 5 bones. “Organization of Killers?” Coomber’s client asked, becoming a little concerned and interested. “Don’t put your nose in this. Your soul fears the Unicorn you’ve hired. I saw the whole thing. Now... How about you leave before I hire the Unicorn you fear to kill you.” Coomber said annoyed that his client was eavesdropping on his and his friend’s conversation. The Unicorn looked as he saw a ghost or death. He turned and started bolting with his statue, which he put in his bag when he started running. While that spooky Unicorn was speaking, he noticed something in his eye, it creeped him out. It sent shivers down his spine. “Blade, how come you didn’t invite him to join the Organization?” Coomber asked confused; Blade normally spreads the word of the organization for ponies who aren’t employed yet. “Because he had no guts and freaked out over an optic organ; Seriously, did you see the way he looked; he seriously looked like he saw a demon or Death.” Blade walked past Coomber, who started to follow, ready to ask more questions. “Blade, how long have you been in the Organization?” Coomber casually asked his friend. Blade didn’t pay attention to him by turning, but he did he his question; basically since the beginning. “Too long. You have been here 5 years, right?” Blade asked Coomber, remembering when he first joined as the lowest rank; he saw potential and decided to help him out. “Yes, that’s correct.” Coomber happily responded, only Blade would remeber when he joined that facility; just don’t get on his bad side... “Then you know that at least. Make sure you turn your attention to where your walking.” Coomber turned his attention to the front. Stopping himself from hitting a wagon; he would’ve got stabbed through the eye. He caught up with Blade, who notices him. “Nice advice. Have you wondered what happens to ponies when they die?” Blade smirked, ready to answer the question; he knows but decided to still keep that information a secret. The soul is checked by the God of Life. After the God of Life evaluates the soul, it’s sent off to the God of Death; where then it will be decided to go to Tartarus or back to the God of Life, where then the soul gets a new body and life. “Are you religious or a preacher?” Coomber asked curiously; he didn’t believe the spiritual world. The Unicorn showed no response, just a tiny bit insulted “I just know.” Blade vertically said. He truly knows. “Alright...?” Coomber said nervously. Blade stopped, alerting Coomber they will be late if they don’t pick up the pace. Coomber notice this and did the same. “You notice we will be late too if we kept walking?” Blade reminded his friend in a small amount of panic in his tone. Blade looked at Coomber, signaling him to come to him. Coomber walked over to him. Stopping when he was on the left side. He turned around, already knowing what he was going to do. “Good, you know what I was going to do, don’t want to turn your back on the Organization now do we. Blade snickered, knowing no pony leaves the organization with their lives, he smirked at Coomber. Coomber was casual, he didn’t have any pride in the Organization. Most of the workers there are prideful idiots. Blade teleported the both of them in front of the Organization. The place looked a little... Odd than normal.