Jack walked out of the library. Unable to quite settle his mind. He was close so fucking close! He could smell the sweet smell of laser chared bandit, bandit nuts roasting on the fire, bandit tit flambe, asshole alamode...
Such fragrences weren't quite enough to distract him from his surroundings, the bustle of the pony town around him. Mares and Stallions trotting along, talking and gossiping. Living... Primitive as much as their life was, they did enjoy some semblance of... Civilized life...
What was it like to do this? When had he actually sat down and just... Talked... Not gloated, not swore, not threatened or made a sarcastic quip... The concept was becoming...
Alien.
Then he pushed all that namby pamby, sissy shit into a deep dark pit he made in his stomach loooong ago, specially made for such useless, dickless unmanlyness type thoughts. Instead he decided his time would be best served by looking for the spiritual successors to the wastes of flesh that murdered him. That would give him a starting point on the revenge he was oh so looking forward to.
And of course, this wouldn't be my writing style for jack if in fact I was not leading into a pony.
And what a pony to lead into!
As Jack looked up, wondering if his double lay within the castle over the horrizon the most stunning thing caught his eyes.
A sight so bold, so transcendant that one would have to make it an easteregg in a video game...
Perhaps even several.
Jack had only seen this display of purity in its most awesome and inspiring of forms once before...
"M-My god..."
Naturally, when he saw a strange object, attached to this expression of concentrated greatness he had to discover what could possibly be so wonderous, so awesome, so... HIM to naturally grow this god-like phenomenon...
And while he ran toward the horrizon, chasing a blur, we turn our omniscent, poor grammer filled gaze onto a young robot, with so much potential. So much apptitude, so much power, that its creater sealed it away within the most foul of dungeons... O.k yeah it's just Clop Trot stuck in the basement... Neither Twilight nor jack carried it out...
Why you may ask?
Well... Would you?
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"Twilight do you here something?"
"No. Why?"
"It's... It's kinda like... A noise..."
Twilight chuckled at her walking fax machine.
"Well if you heard something, it had to a been a noise. One does not simply hear visuals."
This was true, in fact one could not simply do anything these days. The dragon's ears perked up as he followed his heart thing to the place to do stuff. His keen sense of obscure descriptions and confusing narrative ultimately lead him to the door of the basement.
"It's coming from down there."
Twilight sighed, she was tempted to remove her basement, or ward it with the strongest 'STAY THE FUCK OUT' spell she knew. She felt somehow, having this basement would bring untold grief and unending headaches upon her.
"Leave it be Spike. I'm a little too tired of dealing with the goings on of my basement.