Well, I found out one annoying thing about apparently being a super powerful entity. The fact that you get a permanent migraine as you try to get used to being aforementioned entity. OW.
In other news, I have no idea why my memories are all flooding back now of all times. Hell, I don’t even know if I'm a pony now, seriously! This shit's gonna make me go more insane than I already am if I keep thinking about it...
Oh look. Guards, yay. Glad that Princess Slut thinks so highly of me. Ugh, whatever...
"Welcome back, Pinkamena. Your quarters have been prepared for you during your absence."
Heh, how? Did Bitch Slave put hay on the ground to spite me. I really hope so, because it's another insult I can add to the list of things to make her suffer for.
"Cool."
'Home Sweet Home'... Come to think of it, I should add some more GrimDark runes here. Probably make me stronger.
Hey, wait a sec, these two just came in...
Perhaps we should prepare to fight, pony.
Yeah, yeah, Skelly-boy, I know.
"Pinkamena, my partner and I are your allies."
Wait, what?
"My name is Braelor, and this here is Statis."
"We understand that you might not trust us, which is why we brought you a gift from someone."
"Hey, that's... That's one of my sister's Gingerbread Supremes..."
And it's also one of my favorites... Most of my own cupcakes are based off of them, just with organs added.
"Yes. Our associate, Candy The Party Girl, managed to procure this for us and told us that it will earn us your ears. All we ask is for you to hear us out. This may very well be most interesting to you."
But how would they know I'm here... That other guy looks like a rogue, too. We're they following me? Must have been.
Pinkamena, I would give them a chance for now. Perhaps they will be... useful in the near future...
Yeah, yeah... Maybe. I'll trust it for now. Candymena must've had a hand in this. It makes sense.
"Guess Candy knows her stuff, then. Alright... take the fact I'm not stabbing you in the throat for saying my sister's name as a sign I'm interested. You've got thirty minutes before I change my mind."
"I thank you. I’ll give you the short version: How would you like to screw over Yharim?"
Heheh... Yeah, no, Pomp, I'm not gonna be saying 'metaphorical erection', but this does peak my interest. Also credit to them for not flinching, usually ponies are terrified when I threaten them. Gilda certainly was.
"Heh... Alright, I think I can spare a couple hours. Tell me more..."
Mena's teeth sharpen slightly and her eyes gain a crimson ring to them, pink miasma faintly emanating.
"We're very interested."