From Order to Chaos

by Neoandermcd


Trouble in the Waste what a surprise

PoV: ???

I had been running for two, maybe three days? It’s hard tell out here in the waste sometimes especially if you spend most of your time hiding from a group of diamond dogs that are chasing after you. ‘I better get a move on while it’s still early’ I thought as I got up and stretched my sore limbs. I decided to do a quick look over of my materials one more time just to be sure that I didn’t leave anything behind. As I opened my old tattered bag and dumped the contents out onto the ground. I started to do a mental check list of my items as I put them back into the bag. My dull green colored canteen which was half full, some old dried out hay (which tasted awful, but it was either that or starve), some twigs I picked up along the way so that I could make a campfire at night, a small piece of flint, my grandpa’s old dull knife (not useful for cutting, but combined with the flint it could still help me light a fire) and my compass that had a crack going along the center of glass frame though worn out I still consider it to be lucky since it has helped me on numerous occasions. I stared attentively at the object fond memories flashing before my light orange eyes. Shaking myself out of my thought I decided to put the compass around my neck instead of putting it away in the bag since I knew I was going to need it later.

Satisfied that I didn’t leave anything behind I secured my saddlebags to my sides and crawled out of the hidey-hole cave that I resided in the night before. Keeping myself close to the ground I poked my head out to see if the coast was clear the morning light just barely crossing over the horizon. My ears flickered in each direction listening for the sounds of my pursuers or wild life. Hearing/seeing nothing I crawled out of the hole and stretched my limbs once more just to make there wasn’t any…kinks I think is the word before the long day ahead of me. As I lifted my hoof towards my compass I noticed my once brilliant yellow coat was smudged with dirt spots all over. Looking at the rest of my body I could see that I was more of a dull dirty yellow rather than a brilliant yellow. Taking a whiff of myself, mostly out of curiosity, I almost gagged at the stench ‘wow I really need to wash more often…or at least wash off some of this dirt’ I thought to myself, but shrugged it off for now. Grasping my compass I watched as the needle span around a bit until it lined up facing East. If I remembered correctly the closest town was Port Redstone, but even then I still have to travel a bit away from the town just so I could get there safely. With a nod of approval I let the compass fall down, a slight tug signifying that it was still secured around my neck, and I began a fast trot towards my destination.

~A couple of hours later~

I was now resting/bathing at a small water reserve that I stumbled upon. The surprisingly cold water brought goose bumps all over my body, yet it still felt refreshing. The water washed away the grime, dirt and sweat that once covered my body from head to hoof. As I retracted my head from the water and shook the water from my mane I felt my hair slap me across the face. “Need a hair cut” I said out loud to no one in particular while inspecting my maroon colored hair. It was way over due really. You see I like my mane to be long so that when I sweat my hair keeps some of the moisture near my head which helps me keep cool, but not too long to get in the way of seeing which it was right now. With a sigh I combed my mane back with a hoof to make myself look somewhat presentable.

‘Just a few more days everypony just wait a bit longer’ I thought memoires flashing before my eyes as my fellow townsponies rebelled against the dogs. Disregarding their own well being to buy me enough time to run and get help. “I wonder how everypony’s doing?” I thought out loud. “I hope….NO! I can’t afford to think like that right now” I said lightly slapping myself. I then finished my bath, filled upped my canteen, gathered my belongings and headed out once more.

~Time about midday~

‘Crap. Crap. Crap’ I thought as I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Turning a corner I had only a few precious seconds before they caught up AND THERES NO WHERE TO HIDE OH BUCK ME. So with no other option I pushed my sore legs even harder and ran. ‘Just a few more feet’ I thought not even half way towards the valley of spikes when the very ground below me began to shake. Suddenly I found myself falling face first to the ground “Ouff” I said and quickly tried to get back up only to feel something grip my leg.

“Told you we get pony” said a diamond dog and it was obvious since they’re the only one who naturally speak like that.

“Only cause we use my plan” said another.

“Both you shut up” said the dog that was holding me by the leg. He then hoisted me up and held me right in front of his ugly/smelly face “Pony thought he could get away, but we outsmart little pony by digging”. ‘Yeah because doing the one thing your good at makes you so much smarter than everypony else’ I thought sarcastically and then tried to wiggle my way out from his grip, but to no avail.

“What now?” asked one diamond dog.

“Pony made us come out really far. I say we eat it” said another while licking his lips.

“Would agree, but Alpha says keep all ponies alive” the leader of the group responded back though he look quite upset about that statement.

“Could say that pony fell from high place and died” chimed another one as he popped out from the hole.

“No not take chance. Alpha to smart, figure out it a lie” said the leader and gave a look that said ‘and that’s final’.

“Let me go” I yelled as I swung at him only to hit nothing but air.

“Quit moving” the leader growled, but I didn’t listen and kept on trying to hit him. “Grrrr pony annoying. Where rope” he barked out and a second later one of the dogs was coming towards me with a menacingly look a piece of rope in his paws.

“Ahhhhhhh~” screamed a female voice from out of the blue.

“Wheeeee~” screamed another though this one was a mix of two voices.

The dogs immediately tensed up and started to search the land for the screaming voices.

“This is all your fault!” yelled a male voice.

“Mine! You’re the one who wanted to have a race!” yelled another male voice.

“Yeah, but you could have said no!” the first male voice retorted.

“And you could have not began the race to begin with!” retorted the first male voice.

“It’s both of your faults and would you hurry up and think of something before we crash!” yelled the first female voice.

“If you’d stop chocking me to death I’d have a chance to think of something” yelled the first male voice though it seemed more chocked out if that made any sense. The dogs utterly confused/lost at the events playing out gave up looking for the voices and stood there with a dumb expression which is rather difficult for them. Hint hint that was sarcasm.

“Oh I have an idea” yelled another female voice. “Why don’t we fly” she said like it was obvious which in fact should have been if they had wings to begin with.

“But that’s too easy and boring~” whined the first voice. “We have to be more creative…OH! I got it. How about we…” he didn’t get to finish his statement as the first female voice and the second male voice yelled

“SHUT UP AND FLY!”

“FINE! Geez you guys are no fun at all” he complained.

“Well does this look like a game to you?” retorted the second male voice.

“Do you really want me to answer that? Because by golly I wil…” he said right before a loud earth shattering crash could be heard.

The force of the impact caused the very earth to shake and kicked up a small dust storm obscuring my vision, but it only lasted a minute before it started to clear up. The dogs surrounded their leader ready to protect him from this possible unknown threat while the figures in the center of the dust cloud started to move about. Their silhouettes making them look like some demonic monster caused the dogs to shake in fear only for the cloud of dust to dissipate and reveal three ponies, two mares and a filly I noted, and two strange looking creatures. They seemed to be squabbling amongst themselves something about racing, a bet, cheating and muffins?

The dogs were confused about the situation and looked towards their leader for advice. He seemed to be contemplating the situation and without knowing shifted his arm, with me going along with the ride, closer towards his mid section which was awfully close to his private area. ‘You know as a male pony I know what I’m about to do is a low blow, but desperate times call for desperate measures’ I reasoned to myself as I rocked back and forth a bit trying to get enough momentum for what I was about to do, the dog completely oblivious of my action and ignoring me. Satisfied with how far I rocked I then swung forward right towards his tender area and smacked him as hard as I could. The results? The dog yipped in pain, threw me to the ground and went into the fetal position while massaging his manhood. Shaking off the blow from the throw I quickly got up and made my way towards the odd travelers, one of the travelers I think a giant lizard snake goat pony thing…he was a lot of things Ok and I may have fallen asleep during history class, but honestly who doesn’t. Anyways he seemed to have been watching the exchange between me and the dog and did a subtle gesture with his head to hide behind him. With no real choice I decided to oblige with his request and was now hiding behind his pink tail flipper thing… again like I said he was a lot of things. Looking out from my hiding spot I could see the lead dog make his way towards the front of the pack, a scowl present on his face, as he tried to intimidate the creature before him though it had little to no effect since the creature was much taller than him, about three feet taller than him if I had to guess.

The creature had a stoic look as he eyed the dog with little to no care, his companions realizing what was happening and ending their squabble to witness the exchange of words “I know I’m quite the looker, but is there something I can help you with?”

My PoV:

I asked, the dog recoiling back in surprise, but then resumed his death glare at me. He then pointed towards the colt “Pony ours return him” he said broken grammar…oh great now I doing it…’Bob Saget!’

“Ohhhh, he’s yours is he?” I asked the dog condescendingly.

“Yes” the dog said oblivious to my attitude.

“Hmmm I see” I said to him while nodding my head sagely. I then picked up the colt by his neck and inspected him “Strange I don’t see Mutt face anywhere on here” I said and placed the colt behind me once more noting that the colt was unnaturally light for his size and age, his age being around thirteen or so if I had to guess.

The dog looked at me confused and asked “How does strange looking lizard know Mutt’s name?”

‘………..(multiply the dots by a sideways eight)………Are you bucking kidding me’ I thought as I epically mentally face palmed. Doesn’t make sense? Well when do I ever, by epic I mean I imagined Chuck Norris busting into my mind like a boss and round house kicking me in the face…yeah it was pretty epic…and painful, but that’s neither here nor there. Derange was laughing hysterically at not only the image that played out but the audacity of the name of the dog in front of us.

“You’re kidding me right? Please tell me your joking….your not are you?” I asked with a sense of dread and disbelief. The dog responded with a simple nod of his head “Somewhere fate is laughing at me” I said as I rubbed my eyes with my index fingers.

“What do you think I’m doing over here” Derange said in-between his laughing fit Ditzy and Dinky oh so helpfully join in on the laughter.

The diamond dog, know as Mutt, cleared his throat to get our attention “Well?” he said while tapping his foot against the ground.

“Well what?” I asked feigning ignorance.

“Is weird looking lizard going to give Mutt his pony” he growled at me annoyed.

“First off chief…” I said only to be interrupted by the dog

“Me no chief me Gamma” he said with a sense of accomplishment.

“Yeah whatever” I waved him off and continued “First off I’m a Draconequus not some bucking lizard and Second…” I tried to say only to be interrupted once more.

“But isn’t your right leg a lizard leg?” Dinky asked confused.

“Well yes technically young Dinky, but Draconequi come in many shapes and sizes, also yes that is what she said, we just happened to draw on the ‘not very creative’ stick” Derange answered.

“LIKE I was saying” I said before anyone else could chime in “And Thirdly…no wait Secondly why should I?”

“Because he ours” the dog answered.

“And why is he your?”

“Because Mutt says so”

“So I say he isn’t therefore he’s no longer yours”

“That not how it works” he yelled angrily.

“Oh? Please enlighten me on how it does work?” I asked only to get a confused look from the dog “How does it work then?” I asked simply ‘stupid dog with their small vocabulary and terrible grammar. I mean honestly go look at a Sweetie bell or something’.

“Dogs bigger and stronger than ponies so ponies don’t get choice. Ponies have to listen to dogs” he simplified.

“Slavery at its finest” Minuette said with disgust.

“Quite pony Mutt is speaking” he yelled at Minuette.

She sent a death glare towards the dogs and was about to say something, but I interrupted “At any rate I believe our business here is done so we’ll just be going on our way now” I said and motion the others to follow, including our newest little companion, only for our path to be blocked by a different group of diamond dogs. With our path blocked we tried to proceed around them, but apparently they weren’t having any of that as more and more dogs seem to pop out from the ground eventually surrounding us completely. “Look I know what you’re thinking, but serious don’t” I warned them as I glared at the lead diamond dog.

“Mutt thinks ponies and stupid looking lizards are coming back with us to den” Mutt said with a devious look.

“Hey~ I’m not stupid looking your stupid looking” Derange whined childishly.

“Quite lizard” Mutt yelled and barked out orders to his fellow Diamond Dogs to bring out some more rope.

While the dog was distracted I closed the distance between us and yelled “Alright no body move or else Mutt is going at like Old Yeller” I said as I held him point blank range with a revolver. The revolver had a reddish colored grip with a black cylinder. I pointed the gun right between the eyes of the dog, yet the dog looked more curious then scared.

“….What lizard holding?” he asked confused.

“This?” I said nonchalantly as I twirled the gun in every which way I could my audience captivated at my twirling skills. “This is the greatest handgun ever made” I said and tossed it in the air. With a quick turn I span around once in place while I also reached into hammer space and brought out a tattered Desperado cowboy hat. The once deep black hat was more of a dark gray then a black and the white band at the base had dirt splotches on it, it also conveniently had holes to accommodate my horns which in all honestly kicks ass because you know how hard it is to find a hat like, pretty damn hard. Placing the hat on my head, also seeing at the very top left corner of my vision I noticed a plus 1 in perception, I held out my other hand and caught the gun, the gun pointing towards the dog of course, and finished my dramatic little speech with a mad grin “The Colt Single Action Army Revolver. Six bullets being more than enough to kill anything that moves”. My audience was so shocked with surprise that they were breathless, stupefied, amazed or any other word I forgot to mention. Hiding underneath the brim of my hat I had a huge grin going on at being able to pull off something so amazing so spectacular that…

“Uh what is a ‘handgwuan’?” a random dog asked confused getting a couple of similar question from the sea of dogs and worse from my own companions, Derange being the exception.

“You know in retrospect we should have know that there were no guns here, which explains why they don’t understand what it is” Derange said offhandedly.

“Hmmm yes we should have foreseen this dilemma that we are now in. Perhaps we should give a demonstration?” I asked my counterpart while readjusting my hat so that everyone could see my eyes.

“Indubitably” he responded back like a sir, a top hat and monocle now resting on his head and eye, respectively.

“Which we will if you move one more step” I threatened as I glared at Mutt while pulling back the hammer on the revolver, a satisfying click resonating from the gun. We then glared at one another for what felt like hours, everyone else remaining deadly silent. Like a ticking time bomb the situation was ready to blow up at any given second. The dog’s eyes took a quick glance towards my companions, then back to me, to my companions once more and then back to me again. Then faster than a whip he sprinted right towards me, but thanks to my unnaturally quick reflexes I was able to jump back away from his strike. I readjusted my aim and fired, a loud bang echoed out for miles. Time slowed down to a crawl as the bullet existed out of the gun and made its way towards the dog’s skull. As I watched the bullet go towards its target it made me think back to my life back home. Normally I wouldn’t even considered killing a living thing, unless of course in self defense, yet here I was now killing a dog for merely doing what he had to do to survive.

Don’t get me wrong I’m not supporting slavery in any shape or form, but I can’t fully despise every slaver for doing what they have to do to survive. Especially since my own people did in fact enslave one another, though to be fair we eventually saw the error in our ways and ended it, none the less that is exactly what they should be doing. I applaud this ‘Griffon’ chap for getting the ball rolling, but that is where it should end. It’s like how a child doesn’t understand the meaning of pain until they experienced it. Sure they can understand the concept, the idea, but they’ll never truly understand it until they feel it. Though I highly doubt the ponies would have cared if Grif, yeah I’m being informal deal with it, didn’t tell them the pain and suffering that slaves were going through since to me they live an ‘Ignorance is bliss’ kind of life style. So in a nutshell I understand why they do what they do, but I don’t agree with it and I know my point of view is never considered the favorable one, or coherent one, yet it’s just who I am and how I think.

Anyways back to the story. The bullet was merely an inch away from reaching its target, Mutt having a look of utter shock as the bullet slowly made its way towards him. The bullet shot true in the end as it hit Mutt right between the eyes causing his body to flail backwards. I stood there, a gentle breeze blowing by, right beside his limb body and then glared at the remaining dogs. The sea of dogs shying away from me as I pointed my weapon towards them “Anyone else want to come at me” I asked casually. Their eyes were a mixture of fear, surprise and confusion which is hard not to be since I just killed their leader with a strange weapon and why do I get the feeling that they aren’t looking at me.

“Ow” was the response I heard followed by the sound of someone getting up. Turning around quickly I jumped back in surprise to see that Mutt was completely unharmed except for the red dot on his forehead. There was an awkward silence in the area as I gaped at Mutt while the latter rubbed his head wincing every so often as he touched the red mark. “That hurt” he said and eyed the weapon with a fearful yet curious look.

“Eh to be fair it wasn’t technically supposed to hurt” Derange said surprisingly surprised as well.

Then suddenly he reached for a bag on his belt, but before he could even open the strap I aimed and shot his hand. He yipped in pain and began to wave his hand back in forth in the air to try to relieve some of the pain. Just as the first bullet did to his head the second did the same to his paw leaving a small red dot on his hand instead of a bullet hole in it, though the difference between the two was that second red mark seemed smaller than the first and the bang of the shot seemed to be quieter. Without waiting for an excuse this time I quickly fired off the remaining shots in succession.

*Bang* One in the knee…I will keep at least some of my dignity and not make the obvious joke.

‘Wait when the buck did we ever have any!?’ Derange asked in my head.

“Ow” Mutt yipped as he rubbed his knee.

‘That was also the last day he was an adventure. A moment of silence for our fallen brother’ *Derange bows his head for no longer than a second* ‘Aaaannnnnnd done now let’s cap this bitch yo’ Derange said in a terrible imprecision of a ‘gangster’.

*Bang* *Bang* Two in the chest “Quit that!” he yelled as he swiped at me like how one would swipe at a fly.

*Bang* and the last bullet in the head once more though it just simple bounced off like a BB gun pellet. Mutt looked at me unamused as I continued to fire the empty revolver an empty click sound oh so helpfully reminding me how much I bucked up.

Eventually I stopped firing and gave a sheepish grin “Ok so yeah that’s totally not how I imagine this working out” I said while rubbing the back of my neck.

With a glance and a subtle nod the dogs began to encircle us with menacing smirks plastered on their faces. “WAIT!” yelled Derange making him the center of attention. He then calmly walked over towards me, grabbed the gun out of my hand, walked over towards Mutt and…pistol whipped him in the face…I don’t even…

“OW!” Mutt yipped as he glared at Derange.

“Wait” Derange said with a realizing look as he glanced at the gun “That wasn’t the idea I had” he said and tilted his head in a thinking like posture “What was it again?” he asked himself until he got suckered punch in the gut courtesy of Mutt. “Dude…not cool” he said as he fell to one knee while holding his gut. ‘Says the man who pistol whipped him’ I thought sarcastically until another thought occurred ‘Wait he just got hit so why aren’t I…’ then I felt the same gut retching pain as Derange did and buckled over. “But on the bright side I remember what I was going to do originally” he proclaimed as he got back up and stood in front of Mutt calmly though Mutt was in a defensive like stance just in case Derange was going to sucker hit him again. Derange then tossed the pistol towards Mutt; who clumsily caught it; pushed him towards his fellow brethren (who also caught him) and said “HIT THE DECK” while comically/dramatically jumping away from them.

Before I could even question why Derange would do something like that a memory occurred. The last few times items I summoned didn’t work they’d usually….oh piss on a barby. “ITS GONNA BLOW” I yelled and dove under the nearest source of cover while making sure my hat stood in place. What? Don’t judge it a pretty nice hat it just need some re-coloring and cleaning. I then covered my ears and closed my eyes waiting for the inevitable outcome. After five minutes of hiding I dared to take a glance from my hiding spot only to notice that one: everyone was looking at me strangely, two: the pistol did not explode in a fire bomb of explosionness and three:…

“Why the buck were you hiding behind me?” Minuette asked as she glared at me.

“Eh because you were the closest and big…” I said calmly until I barely caught my mistake.

Though she must have heard some of it as her glare turned to a death glare “What was that?” she asked rather calmly.

‘Whatever you do, do not say she’s big and or fat’ Derange warned me though at the same time putting some distance between me and the scary little mare. Though I had only one really thought going through my mind ‘I’m going to die. I’m going to die. Oh buck I’m going to die’. Ladies and gentlemen one of the only times you’ll ever see me panic, case one: Having to deal with pissed off women.

“Well? I’m waiting” she said in a low growl as she bored holes through my skull.

“What I was saying was that you were the closest *gulp* and most beautiful unicorn mare so the uh bomb wouldn’t dare hit such a thing of beauty” I said while sweating a monsoon and oddly enough only a small puddle was forming below me.

“Ahem” Mutt coughed out to get our attention. He and the rest of his pack mates resumed the whole ‘were evil and going to kidnap you’ bit until,

“Wait” Derpy cried out holding a blueberry muffin “It’s muffin time” she said.

“You kidding right?” he deadpanned.

Her response was to put on a serious look and say “There is nothing funny about muffin time”. She then proceeded to hand out varies kinds of muffins to well everyone, where she got all those muffins I’ll never know. After about half an hour, which was spent mostly talking amongst our own groups, we were all done eating our delicious muffins ‘Double chocolate chip muffin. Classic, delicious and satisfying’.

Mutt was standing there arms crossed and asked “Anybody else want to interrupt?” after a couple minutes of silence he smiled deviously and said “Good” the dogs once more stalking towards us.

‘You know in retrospect we should have made a plan to escape’ I thought to Derange.

‘Yeah also couldn’t we have drugged the muffins to put them to sleep or something?’ he asked.

I stood there and thought about that for not even a second before I mentally face palmed and screamed in my head ‘FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF’.


Hey so yeah i think i know what. 'Seriously about four months for 4000words' well no actually all toghther it summoned up to a thousand and sadly i was barely half way done so in the end i decided to chop it up a bit. Anywho more action coming up in the next chapter though hopefully it won't take that long.