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// Cell Buddies 
// Story: Friendship is Epic - Book 2: Dat Mareami Heat 
// by FlareGun45 
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Today I decided to take the day off from work, but this time my friends and I didn’t do TTT again; we went to the Ponyville spa to just ease our stress and relax. We were having such a relaxing time. Wait, where we? Noooo, we were having a rough time, no relaxing, EXTREME! Sarcasm for the win! Crystal and Blaze were in the hot tub, Aqua was lying down with paste on his face and cucumbers on his eyes, and Engineer was in the tanning salon. What's the deal with the tanning salon anyway? Is sweating that good? Is it healthy? Oh, and me? I was in the mud baths. While we were relaxing, we talked.

"Ah, so relaxing! Can't think of a better relaxation than this!" Blaze said. 

“Really Blaze? You can’t find a more original way to start a conversation than to just talk about how relaxin’ this spa is?” Engie asked.

“It’s just a common conversation starter for spas, relax Engie. No pun intended.” Blaze said. "Hey Aqua, it was a good idea having a day at the spa."

"Hey ya know me. All work and no play makes Aquatic a very dry pony, and trust me, I don't like to be dry." Aqua said.

"Amen to that." Crystal said.

"Here's your strawberry daiquiri, Miss Iceblast." the blue spa pony known as Lotus Blossm said to Crystal, serving her a strawberry daiquiri on a tray. No there was no glass, it was just the tray (sarcasm). 

"Thank you." Crystal said as she took the drink and drank it, but then spit it out. "This drink is too cold!"

"Umm, it's suppose to be cold." Lotus Blossm reminded her.

"Oh really? I thought it was supposed to be chocolatey?" Crystal asked.

"If she don't want it, ah'll have it." Engie said.

"Oh yeah right, Engie, it's gonna melt the same second it goes inside that room." Blaze said.

"Ah shoot, of course not!" Engie said. "C'mon sweetheart, gimmie dat daiquiri!" the spa pony brings the drink into the salon where he is.

"Here you go, Mr. Engineer." Lotus Blossm said to him, serving him the drink instead.

"Much obliged, partner." Engie said taking the drink and sipping it and then spitting it out. "Nope, it's still cold. Ah didn’t know it was gonna be THAT cold!”

"How could it still be cold? That room is as hot as the sun!" Blaze said.

"Actually, ah had them lower the temperature in this room. It was too much heat, so ah decided to cool down the room a bit." Engie said.

"Oh yeah right. Let me feel that room." Blaze said as he flew out of the hot tub and went inside the sauna. "What in Celestia's name? It's freezing in here!"

"Y’all were just in water, of course it would be freezin for you, Blaze." Engie pointed out.

"This is a tanning salon; it’s supposed to be hot, not cold!" Blaze complained.

"Actually, this isn't the tanning salon, this is the freezer." Aloe, the pink spa pony, said. "That's the tanning salon!" She pointed to the room next to the freezer.

"Why are you in the freezer?" Blaze asked.

"To cool down, it's hot outside!" Engie said.

"But it's 50 degrees outside! It's November!" Blaze said. "Rainbow said we're expecting snowfall in a few days."

"Look, why don't ya relax?" Aqua suggested. "Trust me, ya won't regret it."

"That's what you said when you got me to eat that hot dog in the trash can." Crystal said.

"No, I said NOT to eat that hot dog in that trash can." Aqua reminded her.

"Still, you said 'you won't regret it'." Crystal said.

“I meant that in NOT eating it. Then that night ya got sick." Aqua reminded her.

"Well who's fault is that?" Crystal asked.

"Ya fault." Aqua said.

"No, it's the fault of the pony who threw out that hot dog in the first place! Who would throw away a nice juicy carrot wiener?" Crystal asked. "And why are our hot dogs made out of carrots?” Suddenly, my friend Psyche just bursted inside the spa and walked inside dragging his front hooves in exhaustion. "Where have you been, Psyche?" Crystal asked.

"Sorry I'm late; my boss really wanted me to get this report done. It wasn't easy, but I'm finally finished." Psyche said.

"It's a good thing too. Relax, mate. Lay down, let the spa ponies take care of ya." Aqua said. 

“Yeah I know what to do, genius!” Psyche said angrily at him.

“Oh… sorry.” Aqua said.

“No, I’m sorry, Aqua, I’m just in bad mood from the exhaustion. You’re right I need to relax.” Psyche said. Aloe and Lotus helped Psyche down on a massage table so they can massage him. "Oh yeah, I really needed this!" he said.

"We all did, Psyche. We all did." Engie said.

"Hey where's Flare?" Psyche asked.

"Here I am!" I said, sticking my head out of the mud bath, with my face covered in mud, and I was wearing goggles.

"Oh there you are!" Psyche said.

"Yeah here I am!" I said. "Rarity confused me the first time I saw her in a mud bath. She hates mud outside, but she likes the mud here. It doesn't really add up."

"It's because of the formula and temperature that's inside the mud, which is good for ya body." Aqua said.

"Ah saw Rarity the other day, and she said she has a giant rat livin’ under her sink." Engie said.

"Whoa, really?" Crystal asked.

"Yeah, she wanted me to use my repellent to kill the rat." Engie said.

"Awww, that's not nice. That's killing a living thing!" I said. "I wouldn't even kill a fly, or an ant."

"Good job, Flare! You know what you're doing!" Crystal said.

"What are you crazy? You know how annoying those fly's are? And don't get me started on the ants!" Blaze said. "I had a picnic with Rainbow, and after we went kite flying, the ants just ate up all our food! Just like that! All our food!

"Teaches ya to cover your food, eh Blaze?" Crystal teased him and giggled.

"Yeah it sure does." Blaze said.

"Eh Psyche, so what was yer report about?" Engie asked him.

"Well my boss needed the report on-OW! Careful!" Psyche advised to the pony who was massaging him. 

"Sorry about that, Mr. Illusion." Aloe said with a smile.

"So my report is about the-oh lower-I saw a new type of star pattern that made the shape of an office plant, so- not that low, a little higher- so my boss needed the report on that new star pattern; it needs a name, and I have to fill out the concordance for that pattern. Plus I need to-Oooh right there, thanks- plus I need to get better telescope because by the looks of those stars, it may be something else." Psyche explained.

"Maybe they're airplanes." Crystal said.

"No they weren't planes; I know that for a fact." Psyche said. "If they were planes then my telescoped would've had a visual on them, and the computer didn't really have any readings of there being planes in space."

"Oh that should totally be a movie: Planes in Space!" I said. 

"Sounds like an awesome movie, Flare." Aqua said.

"Yeah for sure! It should be about two ponies who got hitched, and were about to go on their honeymoon in Germaney." I explained. "So the new newly wedded couple take a plane over there with a bunch of other passengers, but the pilot was actually an alien, and the plane gets caught in a UFO trapper beam, so the passengers got captured by the aliens, but some passengers, including the couple take the plane out into space so they can escape the aliens, but they know that some passengers were left behind, and the husband's nightmares get them to go back, but what they didn't know is that there was an alien already on their plane, there's a bomb on the plane, they defuse it of course, then they go back to the UFO, rescue the rest of the passengers, take over the UFO, but then they can't control it so they go to the alien's homeworld. They get captured, and after they think all hope is lost, they escape, defeat their leader, and before they take the plane back to Earth, the couple decide to honeymoon in that alien world instead, plus did yoohoo, the end."

“They did yoohoo?” Crystal asked.

“Yeah, they were having fun by jumping on an alien bed and drinking Yoohoo while they were at it. That’s what I’m going to do with my wife on my honeymoon. I just hope the ceiling isn’t too low.” I said.

"Wow, you just thought of that story just now?" Blaze asked. 

“Yeah sure, let’s go with it.” I said as I closed my laptop and set it aside.

Suddenly, we all hear a cell phone ringtone go off, but not one that repeats; it was a quick one, so it had to be text message. "Uh, what's that noise?" Aqua asked.

"My phone, I got a text message." Psyche said taking out his phone. 

“Is that yer marefriend, Psyche?” Engie teased.

“Engie, you’re 26 years old and you live with your mom.” Psyche got back at him.

“Oooooooh burn….. and snap!” Crystal said.

"Oh you're kidding right?” Psyche complained as he looked at his phone.

“Of ah was kiddin’. Psyche is forever alone.” Engie teased.

“Ok that’s takin’ it too far, Engie.” Aqua said.

“Sorry guys, my boss wants me to go back to the observatory and write a report on an asteroid that hit..." Psyche started.

"Uranus? Did the asteroid hit Uranus?" Crystal asked and giggled.

Psyche gave Crystal a face. "No. It hit Pluto."

"Oh it hit Mickey Mouse's dog? Aw poor dear." Crystal said. “I know how it feels.”

A cutaway shows Pluto the planet complaining, “No, you have no idea how I feel! I used to be a planet! Now they demoted me! How do you think I feel about it, huh?! And now asteroid had to hit me! Can my life get any worse?! Oh yeah… it can! They made a Fairly Odd Parents episode of ME out all planets being blown up! So you all have NO idea how I feel!”

“Pluto, if it makes you feel any better, you wanna switch places again?” Neptune asked.

“Don’t talk to me, Neptune.” Pluto said angrily at the blue planet. “They named you after a sea-god, and they named me out of a cartoon dog!”

“At least no one makes dirty jokes out of your name.” Uranus reminded Pluto. The cutaway ends.

"Sorry I have to cut this short. My boss really can't give me a break. I've been working for weeks without a break!" Psyche complained.

"Then tell yer boss ya don't wanna do it, you'll do it later. Simple is that." Engie suggested.

"It’s not that simple, Engie. My boss is a very strict pony. One tardy got me on probation! If this is tardy, I might get fired!" Psyche said. "And you know much I need the money."

"No, but we know how much you need to relax, man." Blaze said. “I didn’t even want to be here at first, but after Aqua explained that we need to relax to get the stress down, you’ll need this.”

"Sorry, but relaxing is just gonna have to wait. Cya later." Psyche said as he walked out of the spa, but he hit the wall on his way out.

“Ah was just gonna say ‘don’t let the door hit ya on the way out’, but… umm… ah guess the wall will do.” Engie said.

"See? Look how tired you are, brah!" I said.

"I'm not tired!" Psyche yelled, and as he was about to walk out, he hit the wall on the other side of the door.

"Yep, tired." I said

"Shut up!" Psyche yelled and was about to walk out again.

"LOOK OUT! WALL!" I yelled as the door shut on Psyche's face. I just lawled so hard after that! Psyche glared at me, then he trotted away. “I’m sorry, Psyche, that was funny!”

"You know? It would always seem that Psyche never has time for fun." Crystal said.

"Oh ya know how busy he could be." Aqua said.

"Everypony needs a chance to relax, brahs, even Psyche, and he stinks." I said.

"But instead, he has to write reports about giant rocks that hit Uranus." Crystal said.

"Pluto, Crystal, not Uranus." Blaze corrected her.

Crystal started to laugh. "HA! I got you to say it, Blaze!" Blaze gave himself a facehoof after she said that.

"I'm gonna give Psyche's boss a call, and Psyche's going on vacation." I said.

"Ya heard 'em. His boss is strict!" Engie said.

"I think Twilight can help me out. She knows a memory control spell, but she never uses it since its dark magic, but she's been studying dark magic ever since she got back from the Crystal Empire." I said.

"Are ya sure that Twilight will help ya out here?" Aqua asked.

"No, of course not." Blaze said. "Flare, Twilight knows better than to do something like that."

"But this is a friendship situation!" I said. "If she knows that this is a friendship situation, of course she'll help me out!"

"Well, he does have a point there, Blaze." Aqua said.

"Of course I do! Flare: 1, Blaze: 0! In your face, brah!" I teased him.

“Well this is gonna be mah final appearance for a while so ah’m gonna make the best of it.” Engie said, but I didn’t let him say anything because I already changed the scene. Buh bye, spa! Buh bye, Noble Six! You won’t be seeing until the next chapter!

So Psyche was writing his report in his observatory, and he looked really tired. He sighed and said, "Oh Luna, why does my boss have to give me so much work? Also... I wish my mom were here." He then takes out his necklace that was in his pocket, and held in close to him "Oh mom. It's not easy not having you around. I hope you're happy. But I know you'll always be in my heart." Suddenly, Psyche's phone started ringing, so he answered it. 

"Talk to me.” Psyche said as he answered the phone. “Oh boss, uhh... I'm doing the report right now! Huh? You changed your mind? You want me to go on vacation? I dunno. Are you sure? Ok if you say so. Wait, and you want me to eat at Flare's Pizza Parlor and order 2 large pizzas for 16 bits? Is Flare paying you to advertise for him? Wait, time out. You want me to say what? I'm not gonna say: 'Flare is the most awesomest pony in Equestria.' I already know Pinkie is. Why are you laughing? Alright, alright quit yelling, I'll go on vacation!" Psyche hangs up his phone. "What was that all about? My boss said he wants to give me a vacation, but why does he keep mentioning Flare? Wow, I guess Flare would do anything to advertise." then he smiled. "But who cares? I get to finally have some relaxation!"

The next day came, I was inside a taxi wagon on my way to Psyche's house so I can drop him off at the airport for his vacation, and Spike was with me because, why not? "Isn't this great, Spike? Psyche's finally gonna get the relaxation he deserves!" I said.

“It’s funny how our names sound similar. Psyche and Spike.” Spike said.

I chuckled. “Wow, I didn’t notice that before!”

"So you have any idea where he's going?" Spike asked.

"No. As a matter of fact, I haven't even called him, but one thing's for sure, I got him a cab, so he can ride on down to the Airport and go to.... well.... wherever he wants to go." I said.

"What if he already has a cab, let alone a ride? How do you even know if he's taking a plane? He could be taking a train, or a wagon, or a boat." Spike said.

"I'M ON A BOAT!" I yelled. 

"Actually, you're on a cab." he corrected me.

"Oh pull over at that house right there." I said to the pony pulling the taxi wagon. The pony stops near Psyche's house, so Spike and I jumped out of the wagon, and the two of us went over to Psyche’s door so we could ring the doorbell. I didn’t feel like doing the Sheldon Cooper knock this time. Once I rang the door bell, it made one of those Big-Ben chimes, but before it could get to the last part of the chime, the door bell made a sound effect of a bomb falling from the sky and falling on a street and many people were screaming and there was shooting and tanks and fighter planes and even… wait… did I just hear a tug boat horn? Luckily it was over and Psyche answered the door.

"What's up, Flare? What's up, Spike?" Psyche asked.

"What was that?” Spike asked.

“That was my London World Party III theory doorbell.” Psyche said.

“But it didn’t sound right.” I said.

“Yeah I get that a lot.” Psyche said.

“Yeah I didn’t hear the sound of rain. It always rains in London.” I pointed out.

“Right, well tell that to Engie. That was my birthday present from him. I’m thinking of taking it down.” Psyche said.

"Well then, dude; we're here to drop you off at the airport!" I said.

"Uhh, why?" he asked.

"So you can go on vacation." I said.

"I told you, he might not be taking a plane." Spike said to me.

"He's right, I'm not, but I'm not going anywhere either." Psyche said.

"Why not? Your boss told you to go on vacation, so we're gonna help you out." I said.

"I know, but I can't afford a trip." Psyche said. "Hang on. How did you know my boss said I should go on vacation?"

"Is that important?" I asked.

"Yeah it is actually." he said.

"Well too bad. What do you mean you can't afford a trip?" I asked.

"My job doesn’t pay well. I'm lucky to have enough money for food and shelter." he said.

"Twilight doesn't have a job, and she gets a good amount of food and shelter, and she goes on trips. Same thing goes with Fluttershy." I said.

"First of all, Fluttershy does have a job. She gets paid to tend the animals. Second, all of Twilight's trips are actually for business, the princess pays for it." Psyche said.

"Except for when we went to Appleloosa, AppleJack paid for that." Spike explained. "Also, the Cakes paid for the trip to Canterlot for the dessert contest."

"Yeah, so sorry Flare. I guess I'm having a staycation." Psyche said.

"Stuff your socks, Psyche. You're going on VAY-cation." I said.

"Oh yeah? How am I supposed to get enough money to go?" Psyche asked.

"I'll pay for your trip." I said.

"Oh, Flare, you don't have to do that." Psyche said, feeling bad.

"It's no problemo, brah! You know how big Flare's Pizza Parlor is? I got more money then all the gems in Rarity's trunk!" I said.

“Thanks for making me hungry, Flare.” Spike complained.

"Well... if you insist." Psyche said.

"Only if I can go with you though." I said.

"And me!" Spike said.

"No!" Psyche and I said it at the same time.

"Well excuse me!" Spike said, feeling insulted.

"Oh don't take it that way, brah. Twilight needs you, and besides, Rarity invited you for a tea party at her house!" I said.

"What? No way!" he said excitedly.

"Yes way!" I said.

"Alright, it's no problem." Spike said.

"Isn't this great, brah? We're going on vacation together!" I said to Psyche excitingly.

"Well, I don't think this is gonna end well, but you're right, I do need a vacation, and if you going is the only way, then I guess I can live with that." Psyche said.

"PRAISE THE WIZARDS!" I yelled giving Psyche a hug.

"Hey whoa, man!" he said.

"Oh sorry." I said, letting go of him quickly. "So where you wanna go? Please say cruise! Please say cruise! Please say cruise!"

"Well a cruise is nice, but....” Psyche started.

“YES! He said cruise! We’re going on a cruise!” I said excitedly.

“Well actually…. if this is my only chance of going on vacation for a long time, then I guess it's a good time to go back to my hometown of Trottingham." Psyche said.

"Trottingham? Oh gross! That town is disgusting, and vial, and there are thugs there!" I complained. "Oh, no offense, brah."

"None taken, I tend to agree." he said.

"So why you wanna go there?" I asked.

"My mom's there, and I really haven't seen her for a long time." Psyche said.

"That seems like a good enough excuse for me." I said.

"Excuse?" Psyche asked.

"Yeah, excuse." I said.

"That isn’t an excuse, it's a fact." he said.

"Hey whatever you say, brah." I said. “And tomatoes are fruits.”

“They are.” Psyche said.

"Okay so why am I here again?" Spike asked.

"To help with the luggage, duh!" I reminded him.

"Oh right." he said. So Psyche packed his bags, and Spike struggled trying to put them on the cab.

"What's in these bags rocks?" Spike asked.

"No my bags have the ones with the rocks in them." I corrected him.

"You packed rocks?" Psyche asked me.

"We are going to Trottingham after all, so I'll need a way to defend myself." I said.

"Why can't you use your magic?" Psyche asked.

"Some of my magic hasn't been working lately; it just gives out a little spark." I said, as my horn sparked. "See? I just tried doing armor lock, and it just gave out that spark."

"Well thank goodness that's one less thing to worry about." he said.

"Twilight says I should just rest my horn for a while." I said.

"Your dumb." he said.

"Why would you say that?" I asked.

"You... just are." Psyche said.

"That's not very nice." I said.

"I never said anything about me being nice." Psyche said and gave me an evil grin. We both laughed.

“I don’t get it, how is that funny?” Spike asked.

So the cab takes us over to the Airport. We took our stuff, Spike waves goodbye to us, and he heads back to Ponyville. After that, we went to the line where we had to drop our luggage off. "Man, I really don't like waiting in these lines." I complained.

"Here I go a tip for you, Flare." Psyche said as I then started tipping over and I fell on the floor. "Uhh, what are you doing?"

"You said you had a tip for me." I said.

"Yeah, ha ha, very funny." Psyche said sarcastically. 

"Hey Psyche, looks like I've 'fallen' for you." I teased and laughed.

Psyche sighed. "Get up, man. You're making a fool outta yourself."

"Pinkie makes a fool out of herself too all the time." I said, getting up.

"Pinkie is a happy, hyper mare that loves to party. You on the other hoof just do it for attention." he said.

"I don't see the difference." I said and shrugged.

He facehoofed himself. "How can you not see the difference between you and Pinkie?"

"How can you not see the difference between you and the mysterious doctor?" I asked.

"Don't compare me to him. I'm just annoyed, but I never tried to ruin your life." Psyche reminded me.

"No, but you both annoy me." I teased.

"You think I'm more annoying than you?" he asked.

"I never said that. I just said you annoy me in general, but I'm more annoyed at myself then you." I said.

"Hmm... seems to make sense to me, but why do you keep doing it?" he asked.

"Have you heard my backstory yet? Were you not at my shop during that time?" I asked.

"Yes I was there. You say you can't help it, but you could if you tried." he said.

"I do try." I said.

"You don't seem to try hard enough, bro." he said.

"You know my sister, she acts just like me." I said.

"Yeah, same thing goes to her." he said. So we dropped off our luggage and went to the security station and waited line for our turn. We both had embarrassed looks on our faces when we reached there.

"You alright, brah?" I asked.

"Yeah I'm fine." he said.

"You hate these airport security stations, don't you?" I asked.

"Look, if it was mares I wouldn't mind, but stallions touching my sides, searching for anything suspicious, it makes me feel uncomfortable." he said.

"Oh that doesn't bother me. I just hate taking off my shoes." I said. "You know what, dude? You're lucky you don't wear any shoes."

"It's a good thing I don't." he said. It was taking a long time for us to get up, and I was wondering what was taking so long. Up ahead, there was a squeaky giggle, and the security were having a hard time which whom revealed to be the Pillsberry Doughboy, who giggled everytime the security guard touched him. 

"Sir." the security guard said, losing his patience.

"I'll get it together! I promise!" the Pillsberry Doughboy said, with his hands back up. The security guard tried to check him again, but of course, the Pillsberry Doughboy giggled, of being so ticklish. I shouldn't judge because I'm pretty ticklish too. Just then, two guitar ponies were playing on stage.

One of the ponies asked; "Ronnie, how happy are folks when they save hundreds of dollars switching to Geico?"

The other one said; "I'd say happier than the Pillsberry Doughboy on his way to a baking convention." Those two then played their guitars again, and the Pillsberry Doughboy hummed the tune as he was heading to his flight.

A voice in the background then said; "Get happy, get Geico! 15 minutes, could save you 15% or more!" So it was our turn to go through the security station. We got ourselves checked and we went to the line where we go inside our plane.

"For Wizard of Hope's sake, I'm tired of these lines!" I complained.

"Get used to it." Psyche said.

"Where's the fast pass?" I asked.

"This isn't a theme park, dude." he reminded me.

"I know, but I'm used to getting fast passes so I don't have to wait in line." I said. We then eventually turned in our tickets and we went inside the plane. Psyche counted the numbers above the seats, so we can find ours.

"14... 15... 16... 17..." Psyche counted, but after he counted from 17, I tried to mess him up.

"22... 99... 45... 45... 45.... 69... 45..." I said, trying to mess him up.

"Dude, quit it with that." he instructed me.

"Okie doke!" I said. He continued to count, but when he got to 23, I attempted to mess him up again, and most of the numbers in that list was 45.

"Flare, quit it!" he demaned.

"Okie doke!" I said again. He continued counting and I started messing him up again. Psyche groaned. "What do I have to do to get you to shut up?" he asked.

"You have to buy me lunch." I said.

"Fine." He sighed and he counted again. I didn't interrupt him again, but I gave a mischievous look behind his back and chuckled because I sure tricked him into buying me lunch today. So we found our seats. He sat down near the window, and I sat down after him. 

"Mmm, comfee!" I said.

"Hey I might need to go use the restroom in the middle of the flight, you don't mind moving right?" Psyche asked me.

"I'm not a cow, how can I moooove?" I asked.

"You're an idiot." he said.

"No I'm not, I'm a pony." I said. So the pilot speaks on the intercom saying they'll start flying soon. They were attaching the pegasi around the plane, because in Equestria, planes are powered by pegasi. Well, not Rainbow Factory speaking, more like them attached to the plane. They're pretty strong pegasi; I'm surprised Rainbow Dash didn't take this job. So the pilot was giving out safety lessons on the intercom while some of the flight crew was showing examples, like the seat belt thing, the boat raft, and even those little party hats that pop out of above us. 

After they were finished with the lessons, I complained to Psyche. "Wow, do they think we're stupid? Everypony knows how to put on a seat belt."

"Well it's in their policy, they have to do it." Psyche said.

"Like it's Hasbro's policy for not making OCs canon?" I asked taking out a bag of potato chips.

"Well something like that." Psyche said. Just then, he saw me eating the bag of chips and he gave me a look.

"What?" I asked.

"Every time you eat potato chips it gives us bad luck." Psyche said.

"Bro, that only happened once." I reminded him.

"It could happen again." he said.

"You over worry." I said. The plane was just about to lift off, so I took out some gum, and I gave some to Psyche. "Gum?" I asked.

"Oh good idea." he said.

"Yeah, the gum will protect our ears from all the momentum." I said.

"Uhh, yeah thanks, I already knew that." he said. So we chewed the gum, and the plane started to lift off into the sky. Over the time we were trying to take off I was giving myself the cross and I kept on wondering on why my parents thought lifting off was worse on your ears than landing because the landing makes your ears pop the most.

"Hey Psyche I dare you to stick your head out the window." I said to him.

"NO I won't do that!" he said.

"Oh quit being a baby, it won't hurt you." I said.

"Yeah it will." he said.

"Sure whatever you say............... baby." I teased.

"Shut up." he said. 

“Yeah you’re probably returning the favor after all of in the Noble Six keep telling you shut up all the time.” I reminded him.

“Aqua’s pretty much my favorite in the group because he never told me to shut up.” Psyche said.

“Oh he says it, brah, he says it. Only in his head though, but he says it.” I said. After a few minutes, a foal started crying behind us. "Oh holy Wizard of Feelings. Every plane has to have a crying foal. EVERY PLANE!" I complained.

"Owie! Owie my ears hurt!" the foal behind us cried.

"Sigh." I said.

"WAAAAAAAAAH WAAAAAAAAAH! MY EARS! MY EARS!" the foal yelled in my ear.

"I HEAR YOU LOUD AND CLEAR, THANK YOU!" I yelled at the baby.

"WAAAAAAAH WAAAAAAAAH! That pony yelled at me!" the baby cried.

"Oh did he now?" the mom behind me said, and then she hit me with her umbrella.

"OW!" I yelled. "Angry face!" 

"Calm down, dude. Calm down." Psyche instructed me, holding me down. It was quiet for a few seconds, but then the baby started crying again which got me upset.

"Oh this can't get any worse!" I said.

"And the movie we'll be featuring in this flight: Bio-Dome by Pauly Shores." the intercom said.

“WAH WAH WAH WAAAAAH!” I yelled.

“Hey look who’s the baby now!” the foal teased me.

I gotta say, the plane ride was a disaster, but I made the best of it. I'd rather go on Virgin airlines, so each passanger can have their own TV, but we had to be on Equestrian airlines. It's been 3 hours and we finally landed in Trottingham. The passengers walked out of the plane, and I felt so relived. I was about to get out of the plane, but Psyche stopped me.

"Hold on, Flare." he said, holding my shoulder.

"Aw c'mon! The flight's over, I wanna get outta here!" I complained.

"I know, I'm sorry, but I need to put on this outfit." he said, holding a bag of clothes.

"Why? This place got a dress code or something?" I asked.

"No, it's just..... I can't explain." he said nervously.

"Can I wear something else too?" I asked.

"Uhh, sure. If you want." he said as then he went inside the lavatory to put on his outfit. When we came back out, I was already wearing my outfit. 

"What's that?" he asked.

"I'm an AppleJack!" I said.

"It's Lumberjack, not AppleJack." Psyche corrected me. Yeah, I was wearing a lumberjack outfit. A shirt, some overalls, a hat, and I even was wearing a lumberjack beard. 

"Lumberjack, Applejack, same thing." I said.

"Not really. Why did you choose that as your outfit?" he asked.

"Isn't Trottingham a redwood forest?" I asked.

"Not even close." he said.

"What are you suppose to be, a hobo?" I asked. Psyche kinda looked like he was a hobo, with that dirty brown jacket, that beanie hat, and that scarf, man.

"No, it's a disguise." he said, but as he looked down to see his outfit, he said, "Actually, I kinda do look like a hobo, don't I?"

"Maybe if you would've put on a mustache, I wouldn've recognized you. Why are you disguising yourself anyway?" I asked.

"I'll explain later, but for the time being, while we're in public, you'll call me Star Chaser." Psyche said.

"Ooo, ooo, I want a made up name too!" I shouted.

"Oooookay." he said. "Like what?"

"Hey I just figured we were gonna live under disguised names, you think I think of a name that quick?" I asked.

"How about Firebolt?" he asked.

"Firebolt? Firebolt's a pegasus name." I said.

Psyche gave himself a facehoof. "Look we don't have time for this. Let's just get to our hotel, quickly, and quietly."

"Okie doke!" I whispered fast. So the two of us walked out of the plane and into the Trottingham Airport Terminal. I gotta say, Psyche was feeling a little nervous as he suspiciously looked around like he’s trying to avoid someone. I was pretty sure Psyche is keeping something from me. I didn't wanna tell him now though because it seemed he was pretty serious on hiding his identity, so I wanted to wait until we got to the hotel. We went down to the floor where we retrieve our luggage, and Psyche was feeling a little impatient. He kept mumbling to himself, asking where the luggage is. Perhaps he was in a hurry.

"Brah, ya feelin alright, eh?" I asked in a Canadian accent.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm just askin if ya feelin alright." I asked.

"Why are you talking like that?" he asked.

"Uhh, Applejack suit, I need a Canadian accent." I said.

"Lumberjack." he corrected me.

"Lumberjack, whatever!" I yelled.

"Shhh! Stay quiet!" he whispered angrily to me, covering my mouth. In case you didn't notice, whoever puts their hooves near my mouth, I lick them because I don't like ponies invading my personal space.

"Ewww!" Psyche said in a disgusted tone as he removed his hoof from my mouth and wiping it on his jacket.

"I keep telling you not to cover my mouth." I reminded him.

"Look, just keep an eye on our luggage." Psyche said. So we waited for our luggage, and to Psyche's bad luck, ours came last. "Finally!" he complained, taking his last bag.

"Well, I'm bored, can we go now?" I asked.

"Certainly." he said. So we both went outside, and stood near the edge of the sidewalk.

"We waiting for a cab?" I asked.

"No, we're waiting for the ice cream stallion." Psyche said sarcastically.

"Isn't it a little early for ice cream?" I asked. 

"We left Ponyville at 10 AM, and it was a 3 hour flight." he said.

"But it's still 10 AM. How is that possible?" I asked.

"West coast standard time." Psyche said.

"Ya sure are smart, eh?" I asked.

"And quit it with that Canadian accent, this is Trottingham." Psyche instructed me.

"Hey, Star?" I said to Psyche getting his attention.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Do you even know what hotel we're staying at?" I asked.

"The one closest to the cemetery." Psyche said.

"Why? It sounds a little creepy, eh." I asked, still in that Canadian accent. “I mean… what if the dead comes back to life?”

"I'll explain when we get there." Psyche said as he waved for a cab that was nearby. The cab stops for us, and the one pony pulling the cab carriage looked like a pony that used to be a construction worker, and he looked pretty mean.

"Yeah, yeah, get in." the cab pony said rudely.

"Wuss up, eh?" I asked.

"Look, bub, I don't have all day!" the cab pony shouted at me.

"Ooo, somepony needs to take a chill pill." I said.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME, TOUGH GUY?!" he yelled at me.

"Flare, get inside." Psyche instructed me.

"My name's not Flare, whatcha talkin about, boy?" I asked him as I climbed inside the cab next to him.

"Cemetery Inn, please." Psyche said to the cab driver.

"I'm so not gonna enjoy the drive." the cab pony complained as he started carrying the carriage into the Trottingham streets. While we were on the road, I looked around the city, it didn't look that different to Manehatten, but everything seemed to be a little dirtier. I saw some ponies getting robbed, some getting beat up, and some that drank too much cider and still drive right after.

"What do you think of the city?" Psyche asked me.

"Well, all the robberys, all the beatings I see going on, what I have to say is.... THIS CITY IS GREAT! It has everything! I love it!" I yelled in happiness.

"Really?" he asked.

"No not really, it sucks." I complained as I crossed my hooves. “And you say I don’t understand sarcasm.” As we were quiet for a few seconds, Psyche takes out his necklace again, the same one from the observatory, and he holds it close to his chest. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you brought your marefriend with you." I teased him and lawled.

"What?" he asked.

"You're holding that necklace close to you, so I was calling it your marefriend." I said.

"SHUT UP!" he yelled at me. "This necklace used to belong to my mother!"

"Oh so it was your mom's marefriend too?" I teased. Psyche grabbed my lumberjack shirt, and gave me an angrily stare.

"I'm warning you, Crimson! This necklace is all I have left of my mom. She passed away when I was very young! I had no family, I had no friends, my life was worse than yours was! All of those who teased about my mother are right now headless! If you wanna live the rest of your life WITH a head, you must NEVER tease about my mother again! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" Psyche threatened me.

"Cross my heart, hope to fly, keep my head on at all times." I said with a nervous smile, and then I squeed.

"You are so lucky you're my friend. I never gave them second chances." Psyche said. Wow, I never saw Psyche so angry before. I did make him mad a few times, but Engie makes him mad more than anyone else, but really, whatever I said seemed to really offend him. Teaches me to think before I say, but he never told me that necklace used to be his mom's. Then again, he never told me his mom passed away when he was young so it does explain alot. Then again, many ponies in my past lied to me in saying their moms are dead after I joked about them, but I saw their moms at the parent-teacher conferences. I know I shouldn’t make mom jokes, it’s wrong, and I know that, but lying that you’re mom is dead is a much worse joke. There are those out there that actually don’t have moms so don’t lie! Be lucky for what you have! But yeah, I learned my lesson. I will not tease Psyche like that again.

So finally, the cab stopped at the hotel, Psyche paid the angry driver, and we checked into our room, but of course, the check-in counter had a long line. I was so tired of long lines today. So we finally found our room shortly after, and Psyche was about to put the keycard into the slot, but I kept saying that I wanted to do it, but he didn't offer, and it made me mad, but playfully mad, not that mad that I witnessed with Psyche in the cab. "Well, here we are." he said as he opened the door.

"Nice room. Can we stay in here the rest of the vacation? It beats this dump of a city." I asked.

"Sure, but first I wanna go visit my mom." Psyche said.

"I thought your mom was..." before I could finish that sentence, I decided to stop myself because he gave me a glare. "Sorry 'bout dat, eh." I said in the Canadian accent.

"Consider yourself lucky." he said as he calmed down a bit.

"I still wish you'd put on a mustache. It would've made your disguise more likely to work." I suggested to him. So we both walked over to the foggy cemetery nearby. It was so foggy out in the Trottingham streets. All I heard in the background were carriage horns and police sirens. When I looked up into the sky, it looked like was gonna snow, and come to think of it, it was freezing outside. We walked across the cemetery to find Psyche's mom's grave.

"Wow, so many lives. It's pretty sad really. This is the biggest cemetery I've ever seen. The cemetery in Mareami has 90 graves; this one looks like it has 700. I wonder how Pipsqueak survived living here? I wonder how the economy is around here? By the looks of all the hobos in the streets, not that good." I explained. Psyche got separated from me while I was talking about how much of a dump Trottingham is. "Psyche? Psyche where are you? Oops, I mean Star Chaser, where are you Star? Come to think of it, Star Chaser is also the name of my friend Rainer's wife." 

I saw Psyche standing over a grave stone nearby. I walked over to him, and I saw tears rolling down his cheeks. I looked on the grave stone which had no name on it, but by the looks of it, it was Psyche's mom. I put my hooves near my mouth like a trumpet, and I was singing Tapps. By the time I got to the second verse, Psyche told me to shut up.

"Dude, Star, I am so sorry about this." I said.

"Here, you can call me Psyche." he said.

"I never knew your mother, but by the looks of things, she was a great mare." I said.

"Nopony else seemed to think that." Psyche said. "She was a lonely mare, dude. I was the only one to keep her happy, and she was the only one..... to keep.... me happy." I placed my hoof over Psyche, trying to comfort him. "I was just a colt since she passed. I wasn't living an easy life after that. I decided to move to Ponyville to get away from it all."

"You and me both, brah. You and me both." I said.

"At least you have a family." he said.

"You have a family too." I said.

"No I don't. My mom was my only family." he said very sadly.

"But Psyche, don't you see? Crystal, Blaze, Aqua, Engie, even me! We ARE your family!" I said. Psyche sadly looked up at me, and I was giving him a silly face, derpy-eyes, with my tongue sticking out. Psyche didn't say anything and he then looked back down at his mom's tombstone. While we were looking down, we saw some shadows appear suddenly on the tombstone. "Hey why didn't the stone get dark?"

"Well, well, well." the pony behind us said. We both turned around and saw a couple of cops.

"Heya officers! Dis mare a friend of yours, eh?" I asked in a Canadian accent.

"Psyche, it's so good to see you again!" one of the cops said.



"Officer Penny Nickels. You haven't changed a bit." Psyche said.

"HA! I see what you did there, Psyche! With the name, and 'you haven't changed a bit'." I teased. "And please officer, this stallion is named Star Chaser, not Psyche."

"Yeah, yeah, maybe if he would've gotten a mustache, maybe we would've fallen for it." Officer Nickels said.

"Told you so." I said to Psyche.

"Now you both are coming with us." the other officer said.

"Oh my Celestia." Psyche said, feeling nervous.

"Cool! Where we going? A party?" I asked. 

"Flare, use your magic. Now!" Psyche demanded.

"What am I, a Pokemon? Besides, I can't. I told you, my horn needs rest, all I can do is spark." I said while a spark came out of my horn again. "Besides, we didn't do anything wrong. What's the worse they can do? Give us a ticket?" Then all the sudden, we wounded up in a jail cell. "Soooo, I guess this means we're at a rusted daycare center, with big ol iron bars?"

"Oh Celestia, oh Celestia, oh Luna, this is not good! This is not good at all!" Psyche said to himself.

"Will you quit talking to yourself? You've been doing that for a half-hour already!" I said.

"Shut up! Just shut up, man!" Psyche yelled.

"What? Did I screw up again?" I asked.

"No, no, it was my fault this time. We were at the wrong place at the wrong time." Psyche said.

"I am so confused. Why are we in jail?" I asked.

"Because, I wasn't suppose to be here." Psyche said.

"Of course we're not supposed to be here, this is jail." I said.

"No, I mean we're not supposed to be in Trottingham." Psyche corrected me.

"Oh, okay. Let me ask you a question, umm, why did you say we should vacation here then, dum dum?" I asked.

"We weren't supposed to be here on vacation, alright? This was royal business." Psyche said.

"Royal business?" I asked.

"When my boss said I should take the week off, Princess Luna called me and said that I need to retrieve something." Psyche said.

"Retrieve what?" I asked. Psyche was silent for a sec and he wouldn’t tell me. "Well?"

"I can't tell you." he said.

"Why not? You can trust me!" I said.

"I can.... but I choose not to." he said.

"C'mon, bro!" I persuaded him.

"No." he said.

"Please? I promise I won't tell anypony!" I swore.

"I never told a pony about this. This is between me, my family, and the princesses." Psyche said.

I put on a Celestia wig, and I started talking in her voice. "Hi, Psyche, I'm Princess Celestia. Will you tell me what you need to retrieve?"

"Sure, when pig's fly." he said. I took out my pig action figure out of my lumberjack shirt pocket, and put it on the floor. "That can be arranged."

"Dude, don't even try it." he said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"First of all, it was a figure of speech, even if pigs can fly I wouldn't tell you." Psyche said. "Second of all...."

"Oh good you said second of all. I was gonna say. Ponies say 'first of all' sometimes, but they don't have a 'second of all'. It just doesn't make any sense." I said.

"Second of all, you're wearing a ring on your horn that's forbidding you to use magic while under police custody." Psyche explained. "Third of all, your magic doesn't work, remember?"

"Yeah I'm not stupid. Tongue face. You always talk to me like I'm an idiot." I said.

"Because you are an idiot." he said.

"Well I don't like your tone young stallion, I'm outta here." I said as I started walking out, but then I crashed right into the jail chains and fell down which made me realize we’re still in our cell, nothing’s changed. I started pulling on the jail door, but it wouldn't open.

"Good luck getting that door open." Psyche said sarcastically.

"Thanks." I said as I continued to pull the door opened, but it still wouldn't come off.

"Stop, stop. Flare, you're being stupid right now." he said.

"Hey don't call me stupid, eh." I said in a Canadian accent.

"AND QUIT IT WITH THAT CANADIAN ACCENT!" he yelled.

"Its part of the disguise, bro." I said.

"Look, the disguises are useless now, take off that beard." he instructed me.

"No, I like the beard." I said as I rubbed my fake lumberjack beard. 

"Take off the beard!" he ordered me.

"I like being an applejack though." I said.

"LUM-BER-JACK!" he yelled.

"WHAT-EV-ER!" I yelled. Just then, suddenly, the cops came back and opened the cell door. "Oh good, I was getting bored in here. Well, time to go, Psyche."

"Yeah, time to go... to court!" Officer Nickels said.

"Oh no." Psyche said, feeling nervous.

"Psyche, relax dude. It's only a trial." I said.

"But we're doomed, man! We're going to prison!" Psyche yelled. "HOW CAN YOU BE OKAY WITH THIS?!"

"Psyche, calm down! I still have my one phone call! I'll call up something that'll be useful." I said.

"Oh... good." Psyche said.

"Officers, I'll like to take my one phone call." I said to them.

"Alright, but make it quick." Officer Nickel said. I walked up to the phone, and dialed a number in.

"Maybe we still have a chance after all." Psyche said. "Maybe Flare has a good lawyer."

"Hello? Mrs. Cake? Hey, it's Flare, how ya doing?" I asked on the phone.

"But then again, this is Flare I’m with.” Psyche said.

"I need that emergency cake, prontow!" I said. "Trottingham prison. One week? Sounds alright to me. I'll need that cake. Kay thanks, Mrs. Cake! Chow!" I hung up the phone and walked back towards my jail cell. "Not to worry, Psyche! Our problems will be solved!"

"YOU IDIOT!" Psyche yelled. 

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"YOU JUST USED YOUR ONLY PHONE CALL, TO ORDER A CAKE?!" he asked.

"Yes I did! I figured it would come in handy." I said.

"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO CALL A LAWYER OR SOMETHING!" Psyche yelled.

"Look, you have your phone call still. You call a lawyer." I said.

"I don't have a lawyer!" he yelled.

"Don't worry, I know of a good lawyer, brah." I said. So Psyche called up the lawyer I requested, and then we went to our trial. After a little while, we did our case, and the jury came with their answer.

"We the jury find the defended, guilty of all charges." a pony in the jury said.

"I knew this was gonna be a failure." Psyche said as he gave himself a facehoof.

"I can't believe you failed us! YOU'RE FIRED!" I yelled to my lawyer, who was actually Tom the Rock. "You call yourself a lawyer? I thought you rocked!"

"Psyche, I hope you can understand that after you caused your crimes last time you were here, you were supposed to be banished from this city and never to come back. Since you disobeyed that rule, I sentence you to 12 years in prison!" the judge said, and slammed the hammer.

"OH NO!" Psyche yelled.

"OH YEAH!" I yelled like the cool-aid guy.

"Flare, I ain't gonna make it out of that prison alive!" Psyche yelled.

"Look, its only prison, how bad can it be?" I asked.

"I heard rumors about Trottingham prison. All the worse criminals are there. Ones that rob banks, ones that beat up, ones that steal candy from babies!" Psyche explained dramatically.

"STEAL CANDY FROM BABIES?! That's terrible!" I yelled.

"It's gonna be the worst years of my life!" Psyche said.

"Don't worry, bro. I'll figure out a way to bail you out. Don't worry." I said.

"No you won't." the judge said. "Didn't you understand YOUR crimes?"

"What crimes?" I asked.

"Did you not listen?" the judge asked. "First of all, you yelled at a baby on the plane on the way here."

"That baby was annoying me, he had it coming!" I said. "I hope you have a 'second of all'."

"Second of all, you littered your gum and a potato chip bag." the judge said.

"I accidentally missed the trash can it seems. Nothing to be sent to prison for; that's a community service punishment." I reminded him.

"Let's not forget about your crimes in Mareami. You stole a trailer that belonged to Porker Swinebutt." the judge said.

"Well, he stole my dignity, and my trust! He had it coming!" I said.

"Stealing a dignity and trust is not against the law, Crimson." the judge said.

"Don't call me Crimson!" I yelled.

"DON'T YOU YELL AT ME!" the judge yelled at me.

"Well you're yelling at me." I said.

"I SENTENCE YOU BOTH TO 12 YEARS IN PRISON! GET THOSE TWO OUT OF MY SIGHT!" the judge ordered and slammed his hammer on his table.

"Oh no!" Psyche yelled. The cops held on to us and started escort us out.

"Hey, don't touch me! I can escort myself out!" I yelled but the cops didn’t listen and they just grabbed me. “I’LL ESCOURT MYSELF OUT! I don’t like being touched in this fashion! I’ll sue ya! HEY! I'M FRIENDS WITH PRINCESS LUNA! EVERYPONY'S MY FRIEND! EVERYPONY HELP! YOU'RE ALL MY FRIEND! FRIEND FRIEND FRIEND FRIEND..." as I was spazing out, one of the officers tazed me. "Ow! Don't taze me bro!" the officer then tazed me again, and then I passed out.

"Phew! Finally, peace and quiet!" Psyche said feeling relieved. After some time went by, we were sent to the Trottingham prison. I woke up on the ride there so I decided to take the time to start a friendly conversation with the cops, but they kept asking me to shut up and they tazed me again and I passed out. I woke up again when we got to the prison so I was able to walk myself out, but did they let me? These cops were terrible! They were hanging on to me the whole time, but Psyche was able to escort himself which made me complain big time. First we went to the room where they take the pretty pictures of us holding numbers; Psyche was first.

"Name." the officer behind the camera said.

"Psyche." Psyche said feeling nervous, as the officer took a picture of him holding a group of numbers.

"Turn to the side." the officer said and Psyche did so. "Crime."

"Banish disobedient." Psyche said as the officer took a picture of his side. I was after him. I stood in front of the camera, smiling, and looking pretty as I held the number.

"Name." the officer said.

"Flare Gun." I said as he took the picture.

"Turn around." the officer said, and I did so. "Crime."

"For being too awesome! Ooooooh!" I teased. "LAWL! J-K, trailer theft." then the officer took the picture of my side. After the pictures, we had to put on our prison uniforms.

"I can't believe this! Stuck at the worst, most dangerous prison in all of Equestria!" Psyche said.

"Hey it could be worse." I said.

"How so?" Psyche asked.

"At least your prison uniform fits you; all I have is a size large." I said.

"So?" Psyche said. "It fits you alright."

"No it doesn't, it's tight around the waist area. That's why I order an extra large!" I said.

"Teaches you not to eat so much." Psyche said.

"Hey, I just thought of a positive side for being in prison! I'll be losing weight!" I said.

"Yeah, I guess you can look at it like that." Psyche said. Afterwards, we were transferred to our prison cell. Psyche sat down on the bed while I leaned against the wall.

“You’re in my spot.” I said to him. Psyche just ignored that remark and continued sitting there. "You know what, Psyche? Maybe prison won't be so bad."

"Flare, you never even been here!" Psyche said.

"Neither have you, cell buddy!" I said.

"I know ponies that were here, and I read books. This prison is the worst! We're not going to survive 12 years in here!" Psyche said.

"Sure we can! Look at the positives!" I suggested.

"I bet you 50 bits you can't even think of three." Psyche said.

"I can think of seven!" I said.

"Go for it." Psyche dared me.

"Free food, no taxes, no responsibilities, free health care, it'll help us lose weight, all the basketball we want, and we're here together." I said. "Seven positives."

"I'm not sure that last one is a positive." Psyche said.

"Look, Psyche, if we stick together, we just might make it out of this! We're cell buddies now!" I said.

"Trust me, I'd be dead by your voice long before I die by the criminals around here." Psyche said.

"My voice can't kill you." I corrected him.

"Trust me; it nearly stranded us in space forever." Psyche said

"That wasn't my voice; that was the potato chips!" I corrected him.

"Flare, you don't understand, alright? I'm going to get this off my chest right now." Psyche said.

"I know what you're gonna say, and I know you don't believe that." I said.

"That you're annoying?" Psyche asked.

"Oh that. I thought you were gonna say that you were in love with my sister?" I asked.

"No." Psyche said.

"Don't worry, cell buddy. Once our cake comes, everything will be fine!" I said.

"And how is one cake going to help us out?" Psyche asked.

"The taste will make us feel free!" I said.

"Oh yeah, I can't wait. I can taste it now." Psyche said sarcastically.

"If you don't believe me, you can just fly outta here yourself." I said.

"I can't. Pegasi have their wings clipped when they go to prison, and unicorns get those rings on their horns like the one you have now. There's no way we can get out." Psyche said.

"Not yet, but don't worry, I have a plan." I said.

"Well you can leave me out of it." Psyche said.

"Look, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, let's just enjoy prison while it lasts." I said.

"Well, if I'm gonna be stuck here, might as well enjoy it." Psyche said.

"That's the spirit, brah!" I said excitedly. 

After a few minutes we went underground to the coal mine. The prison guards escorted us over there so we can mine for them. "Oh Celestia, not mining!" Psyche complained. "It's dark and cold in here!"

"If it's cold in here, then maybe in mining you can work up a little sweat, cell buddy!” I said.

"You know I'm not that strong. I can hardly hold this pickaxe as it is." Psyche said.

"You should've worked out. You're too skinny." I said.

"Yeah thanks." Psyche said sarcastically. 

"GET TO WORK!" one of the prison guards ordered, whipping Psyche.

"OW!" Psyche yelled.

"What is this, Indiana Jones?" I asked.

"GET TO WORK!" the guard yelled. So we started mining those rocks, as we were mining, I started singing 'Good Morning Judge' by 10cc.

"Well good morning judge, how are you today?
I'm in trouble please put me away!
An evil pig took a betrayal at me
Earned my trust and threw it away!"

The other prisoners sang this next part:

"Earned my trust and threw it away
Earned my trust and threw it away
Earned my trust and threw it away!"

One of the prisoners was playing an electric guitar, and the prisoners continued singing:

"He didn't do it!
He wasn't there!
He didn't want it!
He wouldn't dare!"

Later on, Psyche and I moved to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. "Ah, lunch time!" I said excitedly. "You know, you still owe me lunch."

"Well now's the time." Psyche said.

"But this doesn't count because this isn't a lunch that you pay for, cell buddy!" I said.

"Does it really matter? By the time we're out of here, IF we make it out of here, we'll forget all about it." Psyche said as we grabbed trays.

"I-D-K, buddy ol pal. I tend to remember this stuff." I said.

"Well, I wouldn't hold my breath." Psyche said. The lunch dude put some brown mushy stuff with weird spikey plant spice on it. "Eww. This food is gross!" The lunch dude did the same to mine.

"You sure? This food looks delicious to me!" I said.

"Why would you think this pile of trash is delicious?" Psyche asked, as we both sat down at a table.

"If this food is considered free, it's good to me! Oh I rhymed!" I said.

"Don't you have any negativity about this place?" Psyche asked.

"Well, they took my cell phone, and I bet Keith is wondering where I am because I haven’t been poking him, and there's no interwebs here, and I miss my friends back home." I said.

"Well sorry to hear that." Psyche said struggling to eat his lunch as I was gobbling up mine. "Yuck!" he said.

"Yum!" I said.

"You actually like that?" Psyche asked.

"I can eat anything, even my own hair if I want." I said.

"Eww!" he said. "I think I lost my appetite." 

"Oh, so can I eat yours?" I asked.

"My hair? NO WAY!" he yelled.

"No, your lunch I mean." I corrected him.

"Oh... sure." he said, giving me his food. "Bon appetite." 

"Thank you, cell buddy!" I said gobbling up Psyche’s food.

"Have you ever heard of table manners, Flare?" Psyche asked.

"This is prison. Manners don't exist here." I said. Psyche sighed and held his necklace again. "At least you're here with me, mom." We went outside, and we started to lift weights. As we were lifting weights, I continued singing.

"Well good morning judge! Yes I'm back again!
I'm in trouble so it's back to the pen!
I littered gum and it got back at me
Didn't notice, so I let it be."

The prisoners continued singing:

"Didn't notice, so I let it be.
Didn't notice, so I let it be.
Didn't notice, so I let it be."

That prisoner with the guitar played his guitar again, but suddenly he was hit in the head by a basket ball.

"He didn't do it
He wasn't there
He didn't want it
He wouldn't dare!" the prisoners sang, then Psyche sang this next part:

"I didn't do it!
I wasn't there!
I didn't want it!
I wouldn't dare!"

The guitar pony got back up again, and started playing his solo, even when he was hit by the basketball again.

Psyche was sitting down on the bleachers near the basketball court along side me. Psyche just kept on holding on to his necklace while I was just leaning there, relaxing.

"So cell buddy, you enjoying your vacation so far?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm having a blast." Psyche said sarcastically.

"I have the feeling this week's going by fast." I said.

"But we were just here for three hours." Psyche said.

"And that my friend, that was a fast three hours!" I said.

"Whatever you say, Flare." Psyche said.

"Call me cell buddy." I said to him.

"Ummm, no." he said still looking at his necklace.

"You've been staring at the necklace for a while, man. What's up?" I asked.

"This necklace is the only reason why I'm not spazing out right now." Psyche said.

"Thank Celestia for that." I said.

"Thank Celestia? Wow that's a first!" Psyche said.

"I'm giving Celestia a break. This doesn't mean I'm giving up on Luna." I said. Afterwards, I decided to conclude my song:

"Trottingham pen's like a home sweet home
There's no taxes, and I'm never alone!
Being happy is the way to be
So happy I don't wanna be free!"

Then the prisoners sang again:

"So happy I don't wanna be free.
So happy I don't wanna be free.
So happy I don't wanna be free."

The guitar prisoner concluded the song with his last few notes. He bowed, and as he was walking away, he was hit by the basketball yet again. As Psyche and I were relaxing on the bleachers, three tough-looking prisoners suddenly walked towards us.

"Hey look, fresh meat!" one of them said.

"Fresh meat? Where? I'm starving!" I said as I looked around excitedly. "Wait a sec, ponies don't eat meat."

"No, but we do." one of prisoners said and they all chuckled.

"You guys sound like you're bouncers in a nightclub." I said.

"Yeah, we bounce on your gut." one of the prisoners said.

"Sounds like fun! Your gut looks pretty bouncy!" I said.

"No, we mean... YOUR GUT!" one of the prisoners said and threw me on the ground and started bouncing on my stomach. As he was bouncing on me, I kept making a squeaky toy noise.

"Oh nice necklace, pretty mare!" one of the prisoners said to Psyche.

"Excuse me? I'm a stallion, and my necklace is none of your concern." Psyche said, holding his necklace away from them.

"Can I take a look at it?" one of the prisoners asked and took the necklace right off his neck.

"HEY! GIVE THAT BACK!" Psyche yelled.

"Aww. Hey red unicorn? Can you tell your marefriend to calm down?" the prisoner with the necklace asked me.

"Psyche, you never told me you were a mare." I said in concern.

"I'm not. As for you jerks, you should leave us alone if you know what's good for you!" Psyche threatened them.

"Look at this little necklace!" the prisoner with the necklace said.

"Maybe it used to belong to his mom." the other prisoner said.

"It did. And she's dead." Psyche said angrily.

"Aww. Well let's pay our respect to this poor ol filly's momma." the prisoner said.

"I'M WARNING YOU, PAL! DON'T TALK LIKE THAT ABOUT MY MOTHER!" Psyche yelled.

"Cereally, dudes. He doesn't like that." I said.

"These two certainly make a good couple!" one of the prisoners said as he suddenly picks me up, bangs my face and Psyche’s close together. “YOU MAY KISS THE BRIDE!"

"Eww! No offense, Psyche. You're not really my type." I admitted.

"Likewise, Flare." Psyche agreed. "AS FOR YOU! LEAVE US ALONE, AND GIVE ME BACK MY NECKLACE!"

"Please, dudes?" I asked nicely.

"You want it back?" the prisoner with the necklace asked.

"YES!" Psyche yelled.

"Then good luck getting it!" the prisoner said and threw his necklace down a sewage drain. Psyche gasped.

"Oops, it slipped." the prisoner that had the necklace teased, then the three of them laughed.

“Ok I saw very carefully and THAT was not a slip, that was a throw. That didn’t even look CLOSE to a slip.” I pointed out.

"What a couple of weaklings!" one of the prisoners said and then he grabbed me, and threw me on Psyche. They continued to laugh and walked away. I suddenly rolled off Psyche and rubbed my head, and then Psyche shook his head real fast, and he quickly crawled towards the sewage drain, and squeezes his hoof inside.

"No! NO NO NO NO!" Psyche cried.

"What happened?" I asked.

"THOSE JERKS THREW MY MOM'S NECKLACE DOWN THE SEWAGE DRAIN!" Psyche yelled.

"Hey you're not the first who lost something in the sewers." I said.

"NO! That necklace was all I had left of my mom, AND IT'S GONE!" Psyche yelled. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Psyche started to tear up, but held it in. I then placed my hoof on his shoulder in attempt to calm him down.

"Psyche..." I said, but then he pushed my hoof off him and ran off. After a little while, I met Psyche back at our prison cell, he was laying down on one of the beds, faceplanted on the pillow. "You're gonna take the bottom bunk? Okie doke!" I said as I jumped on the top bunk. "Ah, comfee! So you feeling alright, cell buddy?"

"Forget you! I ain't talking to you!" Psyche said angrily while his face was still in the pillow.

"Sorry, can't hear you. You'll have to put your face off that pillow if you want me to hear." I said. Psyche got up, grabbed me, then he started smashing me with his pillow, while tears were bursting out of his eyes. He stopped after 14 smashes, and he threw the pillow back on his bunk. "Cell buddy?"

"STOP CALLING ME CELL BUDDY! I LOST SOMETHING THAT REALLY MEANT ALOT TO ME, AND NOW IT'S GONE!" Psyche yelled.

"DON'T BLAME ME! IT WASN'T MY FAULT!" I yelled.

"NO, BUT I CAN'T STAND YOU SOMETIMES! THE ONE THING WORSE THAN SPENDING LIFE IN PRISON, IS SPENDING LIFE IN PRISON WITH A PONY LIKE YOURSELF!" Psyche yelled.

"A pony 'like' myself? You're talking about my sister, right?" I asked.

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!" Psyche yelled.

"B-T-W, this isn't life in prison, it's 12 years. But right now, it seems to be 11 years, and 364 days." I said.

"Why can't you ever leave me alone?" Psyche asked.

"Because I'm your friend, and I'm gonna do all I can to get us outta here! Just wait until next week, and we'll be out!" I explained.

"YOU THINK A STUPID CAKE IS GONNA GET US OUT?!" Psyche asked.

"Psyche, if you just listen to me!" I said.

"Flare, I'm sorry. I do like you, I'm lucky to have you as a friend, but I'm going through a tough time right now. So can you just be quiet for the rest of the night? Can you give me the rest of the night's peace? Please, Flare?" Psyche begged. I didn't say a thing after he said that because I knew this wasn’t the time for jokes. "Well?" he asked. I still didn't say anything. "You know what? Good job, Flare. Thank you for understanding. I’m sorry I yelled at you, but if you just stay quiet, it’ll really help me, I assure you. Good night, Flare." Psyche went back to the bunk and laid down on it. I also went on the top bunk and I just laid there with my eyes opened. 

I thought about all that Psyche said. I know he didn't mean his anger, but that necklace meant everything to him. I don't know what to do to make him feel better, but when next week comes, everything will be fine. The next day came; I didn't say a word at all. We were at the cafeteria to grab breakfast, and he was talking to me.

"Flare I'm sorry for all I said to you last night. I didn't mean it." he said to me. I didn't say a thing back to him though; I just stared at my food. "You're not that annoying, I know there's worse ponies out there. At least you never tried to offend me and mess with my mom. Thanks for sticking up for me though." Psyche looked at me closely. "Umm, Flare? Are you okay?" I didn't say anything. "You can talk now." I still didn't say anything. "Fine, don't talk, but you're right, I should think of the positives while we're here, and as long as we're together, nothing can really harm us. To be honest, if it was just me 12 years in here alone, then I probably wouldn't survive, but with you here, I think we might just have a chance!" Psyche frowned. "It's okay, brah. Talk when you feel like talking." Days went by, and I still didn't say a word, but Psyche wasn't taking it easy ever since he lost his necklace, but he's slowly getting over it. 

What Psyche doesn’t understand is that I try to look at the positives because that’s all I’ve been doing ever since I moved to Ponyville. I’m really good at keeping a positive side of things, and I think Psyche is starting to get it. He hasn’t been that sad since the days went by, and to be honest, I wouldn’t survive prison either if I was alone. I’d be afraid, I’d be very afraid, and I can’t handle the truth. Yeah I was trying to quote something there.

Finally, it was the seventh day, and Psyche was taking a nap. I came back to the cell with a big chocolate cake. Psyche woke up and saw the cake.

"Oh, cake's here already?" Psyche asked.

"Yep!" I said.

"Oh, you're finally talking again!" Psyche said.

"Affirmative!" I said.

"That's good." Psyche said.

"Want some cake?" I asked.

"I WANT IT!" Psyche yelled, but then he chuckled. "Sure, I'd like to have some. Beats the garbage I've been eating for the past several days. I miss my jelly-babies, that’s for sure." So we both cut up a slice of the cake. As Psyche was eating it, he knew there was something not right, so he spit out a piece of the cake, and there was pill inside. "What's this?"

"Just take it." I whispered.

"Take this pill?" he asked.

"Shhhh!" I shushed him. "Trust me." So Psyche swallowed the pill.

"Alright, now what?" he asked.

"Go outside and find a place to hide. Stay there until I show up." I whispered.

"I dunno, what's going on here, Flare?" he asked.

"Trust me, I know what to do. Just do it!" I whispered. Normally Psyche wouldn’t trust me, but he knew I had to know what I’m doing. I’ve been silent for so long. So Psyche nodded and he went outside and hid below the bleachers. He hid in there for a few hours, and of course he was bored, but he had to trust me. Suddenly I showed up with a sack.



"There you are! Where have you been?" he asked.

"Just getting our belongings. I couldn't leave without my cell phone." I said. Then I took out a little magic-blocker key and removed the ring from my horn.

"Oh I get it! That stuff in the cake actually held supplies for us to escape!" Psyche said.

"Wow, took you that long to figure it out?" I teased.

"What do we do now?" Psyche asked.

"Now we wait." I said.

"But I've been waiting for a while." Psyche complained.

"Just wait." I said as my phone started vibrating. “Ah, Keith Pwni poked you! In fact this was the first poke he gave me all week. How odd.” I then tapped on my phone and said in a squeaky voice, “You poked Keith!”

“You know, Flare, at first, I didn’t think I was going to trust you, but now I know I can.” Psyche said. “You sure have redeemed yourself.”

“Thanks, brah! And now… we wait.” I said. So Psyche and I waited for several hours as the sun tick-tocked from the top of the sky to nearly sunset. “Is Celestia ok? The sun moved rather fast and weird and it made a ticking sound.”

“Yeah that happened once before the day Twilight was paranoid in needing to make a friendship report to her.” Psyche said. Just then, the voice of the warden on the intercom said that it was time to lockdown. All the prisoners went back into their cellblocks. "Wait, what will they think if we're not in our cells?" Psyche asked.

"I'm way ahead of you, buddy! See, there were also inflatable replicas of us in the cells, that won't know the difference!" I said.

A cutaway shows one of the bullies from before picking on our inflatable doubles. “Heh, look at you two! You’re softer than usual! Well I made myself a shiv because I feel like stabbing. That’s what prison does to criminal minds. They turn crazy! AH-HA!” the prisoner yelled as he stabs the inflatable me in the arm and the replica of me deflates. “Whoa! I only got you in the shoulder and it made you melt! They’re definitely going to expand my time here! What’s longer than life in prison again?” The cutaway ends.

"Now what?" Psyche asked.

"We wait until black.” I said.

"Wow, and I thought you were the one that didn't like waiting?" Psyche asked.

"I don't, but this is actually important." I said. So we waited until nightfall to come so we can plan our escape, but while we were waiting and the sun continued tick-tocking, Psyche and I played some Uno. "DRAW FOUR, BLUE!" I said, putting down a draw four card.

"Seriously?" Psyche asked feeling annoyed that he's losing.

"King me!" I yelled.

"Wait, is it nightfall?" Psyche asked.

"Yeah, but do we have to leave now? We're in the middle of a game." I asked.

"Let's go!" he said; and so, the both of us tip-hooved towards the fence, avoiding any of the search lights in the guard towers. "So how we gonna get out?"

"You can fly over the fence, but I doubt you can carry me, so I'm gonna have to dig." I said.

"But my wings are clipped remember?" Psyche asked.

"Uhh, Earth to Psyche? What did you think that pill from the cake was? You can fly again." I pointed out.

"Oh, why didn't you tell me?" Psyche asked.

"I thought you would've known." I said. So I activated my hornsaber and used that, combined with my rail-blast spell so I can make a hole through the ground so I can dig under the fence. We both got through the fence and we ended up right outside the prison. "Easy cheesy!" I said. 

“I thought you said you were too tired to use your magic?” Psyche asked.

“Yeah that was a week ago.” I reminded him, but then suddenly, a spotlight shined on us, and the prison alarms turned on.

"FREEZE!" the watchtower guard yelled.

"RUN!" Psyche yelled, so then we both started running away from the prison as fast as we could. When they figured out that we were escaping, they sent a Cerberus to hunt for us and take us back. Psyche and I ran as fast as we could, but the years of sitting around and eating junk food got the best of me.

"Flare? Come on!" Psyche yelled as he ran back to me to pull my hoof so I can keep going.

"Go on without me, brah. I need to rest." I said.

"You can't rest yet! We have to find that crest in my mom's grave, and then we can go to the princesses, and they can fix this!" Psyche said.

"Dude, this is your mission, I'm just slowing you down." I said.

"No!" Psyche yelled as then he started pushing me and made sure I kept going.

"No! I don't wanna run anymore!" I whined. "I'm so tired!"

"TOO BAD! GO, FLARE!" Psyche yelled at me and kept pushing me. Just then suddenly, a giant shadowed covered us, and Psyche turned around and saw the Cerberus behind us. "Uhh, Flare? Now would be a good time to go."

"Why?" I asked. I turned around and saw Cerberus growling at us. One of them even drooled on us. When I figured out who was chasing us, I never felt so scared in my life! Not because it was big and it looked like it was gonna eat us, but it's a dog, and I REALLY DON'T LIKE DOGS!

"AAAAAAH DOG!" I screamed like a little girl.

"It's not just a dog! It's a Cerberus!" Psyche said.

"FORGET WHAT IT IS! IT'S A DOG! I REALLY DON'T LIKE DOGS! RUN!" I yelled as I regained my adrenaline and we both started running away as fast as we could.

"Wow that got your energy back quickly." Psyche pointed out. We continued running until the Cerberus jumped in front of us, and then Psyche and I stopped but before we could, our hooves were screeching against the ground like a hand break, and I knocked into him, and then we started running to the opposite directions. The Cerebus kept chasing us and jumping in front of us, but then I couldn't take it anymore.

"I can't run anymore, Psyche! It's just gonna keep chasing us!" I yelled. Psyche looked down on the ground and he saw a stick. He picked it up and started waving it at the Cerberus.

"Hey, hey boy!" Psyche said making kissing noises at the Cerberus.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What you want, huh? Want you boy?" Psyche said to the Cerberus, waving the stick. "You want the stick boy? Huh? Want the stick?" The Cerberus was happy, and was looking at the stick, moving around. "Want the stick boy? GO GET IT!" Psyche throws the stick far away, and then the Cerberus chases it.

"Nice work, brah!" I said.

"Not nice work yet. We gotta get back into town." Psyche said. 

“And which way is-“ I said but I got interrupted as Cerberus came back with the stick and he started panting at us. “Yeah we talked too long.”

Since we befriended Cerberus he gave us a ride back to Trottingham. I gave him a sack of bits as a tip. “Thanks for the ride! Don’t go spending it all on one place!”

“Oh boy! I’m gonna get a lifetime supply of doggy treats with this loot!” one of the Cerberus heads said.

“Are you kidding? A lifetime supply of squeaky toys is what we need!” the second head argued with the first head.

“Ok brothers, your ideas were ok, but they’re nothing compared to my idea.” The middle head said. “We’re going to buy out the post office, that way we get to chase all the mail ponies we want, and then maybe we’ll find some birthday cards with checks in them.”

So Psyche and I snuck through the streets, ditched our prison outfits and chains, and went back to our hotel room, safe and sound. Psyche and I laid down on the bed, catching our breath. "We.... we made it!" I said.

"Yeah, well, we're not in the clear yet. Time to find new disguises before we head back into the streets." Psyche said.

"Don't forget about the mustache this time." I said.

"And I won't forget about the mustache, Flare." he said.

“So Psyche you still didn’t tell me what sort of crimes you committed here and why you did them.” I said.

“I can’t say alright?” Psyche asked.

“There’s no use hiding it from me, brah. We both been in prison already. The court said you preformed crimes. What sort of crimes did you commit? What were you a criminal and why did you change?” I asked.

“You wanna know? Ok I’ll tell you.” Psyche said. “I had no choice. My mom and I were broke and I had to perform various crimes just to make a living. Think of it like GTA 4.”

“Makes sense to me.” I nodded.

“After my mom died and after I was banished from this town I had to start over from scratch, but then Princess Luna helped me get into a university to study Astronomy. I wouldn’t be who I am today thanks to her.”

“Well it would appear that Luna helped us both. I guess that’s why we’re both close to her.” I said.

“It would seem so, Flare, but I am no longer a criminal. These crooked cops wouldn’t just let it go.” Psyche said.

“Let it go! Let it gooooo!” I sang.

“Exactly.” Psyche said.

"So.... now what?" I asked.

"Well, I still have a job to do. Gotta find my family crest and give it to Princess Luna." he said.

"Family crest?" I asked. "What do you need a family crest for?"

"Well.... I didn't wanna tell you, but I will since you got us to escape." Psyche went on. "After my mother passed away, she holds a family crest, which is an ancient Equestrian artifact. That artifact can be used as a power source because it has 100,000 tons of magical energy. It can be used to power a bomb, or a super weapon, and it must not fall into the wrong hooves. I thought if we left it in my mom's grave, it would be safe, but I was wrong. Princess Celestia says that criminals are out to get it, so I have to get it, and bring it to the castle where it can be safe."

"Cool! Also, how we gonna get back home?" I asked. "The airport is full of security. They'll no doubt arrest us."

"I'll trade in our plane tickets for train tickets. I'll explain everything to Luna when we get back, and she'll take care of everything for us." he said.

"Sure thing! Let's go!" I said.

"You stay here, Flare. You've done enough." he said.

"C'mon, man! You'll be in trouble alone! Let me come!" I begged.

Psyche sighed and said, "If you stay quiet, maybe we won't be spotted." I nodded in agreement, because I know he saw my quiet before, for a whole week no less. So the two of us went back to the cemetery, but before we went back to his mom's grave, we saw Officer Penny Nickels standing on top of the grave, digging for what’s inside. When we got to him, the officer had the crest grasped on his hooves. "What the?" Psyche saw the officer, and he has the crest. "YOU!" Psyche yelled.

"Well, well, well! What do we have here! Escaped from prison? Very clever!" Officer Nickels said.

“Yeah hey, money!” I said.

"Nickels, that doesn't belong to you! Give it here!" Psyche ordered him.

"I know it doesn't belong to me. It belongs to my boss." Nickels said.

"Who's your boss?" I asked.

"None of your concern." he said.

"GIVE ME THAT CREST, NICKELS!" Psyche ordered him.

"You want it? You gotta catch me first!" he chuckled evilly, and then he shot me in the leg with a bee-bee gun and started running away.



"FLARE!" Psyche called out at me as I laid down on the ground, holding onto my leg in pain.

"Sssssss! AAAAAAH! Sssssss! AAAAAAAAH! Ssssssss! AAAAAAAAH!” I panted and wheezed in pain.

“Are you ok?” Psyche asked.

"I'll be fine! This is your time to be the hero! Go get him!" I yelled at Psyche. He nodded, and then he started chasing after Nickels. Nickels attached himself to his police carriage and ran away. “If he’s running why does he need a carriage? Wouldn’t that slow him down?” I pointed out as I was still holding my leg in pain.

Psyche grabbed a pony carrying another carriage, and detached the pony from it.  "Sorry, I need this." he said attaching himself to the carriage, and started chasing after the cop.

"YOU THIEF!" the pony that owned the carriage that Psyche stole cried. I dunno why Psyche had to get a carriage to chase after a cop, I mean it doesn't really make much of a difference; he's running regardless, the carriage is just dead weight. It was pretty funny seeing Psyche chase after a cop. Usually the cop is the chaser, not the chased. While Psyche was chasing him, I found the officer's wallet on the ground next to the dug-up grave, and there was something in there that explained everything. 

“Why am I not surprised?” I asked myself.

Meanwhile, Psyche was chasing Officer Nickels through the Trottingham streets (okay, how many times do I have to say Psyche is chasing after the cop?). The cop tried knocking over other carriages and carts so he can lose Psyche, but Psyche was able to avoid all of them. The officer ran through a park, trying to lose Psyche, but he wasn't able to lose him there either, but Psyche was doing his best not to run anypony over. When the officer exited the park, Psyche followed, and he accidentally knocked over an ice cream carriage, and all the ice cream came out, and all the fillies and colts ran over to the tipped over carriage to collect all the ice cream.

"Hey everypony! Free ice cream!" a fat colt cried out.

Officer Nickels knew he couldn't lose Psyche, so he detached himself from the carriage and climbed on top of a truck. The police carriage was spinning out of control towards Psyche, so then Psyche detached himself from the carriage, hopped on top of the police carriage, and jumped on the truck along with Nickels.

"You won't stop me, Psyche! My boss needs this in order to take over Equestria!" Officer Nickels said to him.

"What you're doing is wrong, Nickels. You're a police officer! How can you do this?" Psyche asked.

"My boss is paying me big for this; I can quit the force for good, and you and your idiot friend won't do a thing to stop me!" he said.

"We'll see about that!" Psyche said. Then the two of them started fighting. After a little punching and bucking, the officer pushed Psyche over the edge, and he fell off the side. He held on the truck with one of his hooves and Nickels tried to step on his hoof so he would let go.

"Well Psyche, it's true! You're just as weak as your mother was!" Nickels said.

Psyche got really angry after he said that. "DON'T..... INSULT.... MY..... MOTHER!" Psyche grabbed Nickel's leg and pulled him off the truck. Nickels let go of the crest and it fell on top of the truck as he himself fell off the truck; after that  Psyche pulled back on the truck and grabbed his crest.

"I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS PSYCHE ILLUSION!" he yelled. “This is not over!”

"Yeah, I strongly doubt that." Psyche said and chuckled. He rode the truck through the streets of Trottingham, and then he hopped off as the truck carriage passed the hotel. He went back up to the room and heard water running in the bathroom. 

"Flare?" Psyche said as he knocked on the door.

"I'm in the shower; I'll be out in a sec." I said. Psyche sat down on the bed, because he was exhausted, but before he laid down, he saw something familiar on the table. He went up to the table, and he saw it was his mom's necklace. Psyche was surprised, and then he smiled. When I got out of the shower, and went out to see Psyche. "Sup brah? Did you get the crest back?" I asked.

"I did." he said.

"Well, mission accomplished, cell buddy! We'll be heading back to Canterlot tomorrow, so we can give the princesses your crest!" I said. Then Psyche walked over to me and gave me a big hug.

"Tell anypony about this, and I'll kill you." he said.

"Uhhh, about what?" I asked in confusion.

"The hug. I normally don't hug stallions, but.... thank you." he said.

"For what?" I asked.

"You brought back my mom's necklace!" he said.

"You don't have any proof that it was me." I said. Just then Psyche smirked at me, then punched me in the shoulder and chuckled. "Alright, alright, it was me. I know how much that necklace meant to you, so I went down into the sewers and found it."

"But how? How did you get it so fast?" he asked.

"Just lucky I guess." I said and shrugged.

"You what, Flare? I was wrong about you." Psyche said with a smile. "When I first met you, I knew you were a nice pony, but I never thought you'd be in much help in... well... anything. But after your actions today, you've sure proved me wrong!"


"Looks like I get to have my head on another day!" I said. "Oh wait, I have something else."

"What is it?" Psyche asked. I took out Officer Nickel's wallet from the hotel desk and showed it to Psyche.

“I bet you’re as surprised as I am.” I said.

“Surprised at what?” Psyche asked.

“This is a jean cuff wallet. You don’t see many of these. They’re very rare.” I said.

“I see.” Psyche nodded.

“Also something in the wallet I wanted to show you that I was quite surprised to see.” I said as I placed my hoof inside Nickels’ wallet.

“What is it?” Psyche asked.

“Officer Nickels used to be fat and full of pimples! Look at his ID picture!” I showed Psyche.

“I know, I met him before. He was my parole officer after the crimes I committed here.” Psyche said. “Wait is that Officer Nickels’ wallet?”

“No it’s Queen Faust’s wallet.” I said sarcastically. 

“Oh, and one more thing I want to show you inside the wallet that DIDN’T surprise me.” I said as I showed him a badge inside the wallet that showed a black circle with a red S.

"What does that logo mean?" he asked.

"You don't remember this logo? It belonged to that mysterious doctor, the same one from Chaos Mountains, and who hired Fonz." I said.

"So, he struck again. How come I'm not surpised?" Psyche asked.

"Looks like he has a plan to use that crest as a power source. We better keep it safe until we get back to Canterlot." I said.

"Agreed." he said.

"Then after all this, you can get back to researching Uranus!" I said.

"PLUTO! I'M RESEARCHING PLUTO! How many times do I have to say it?" he asked. “But… I’ll let you off this time… cell buddy!”

“Eeeeee!” I squeaked in happiness. “This was certainly an awesome vacation!”

“Yep, for a week in prison, it went along pretty well.” Psyche said.

“Yeah and for a dump like Trottingham, this place is STILL a dump.” I said.

Psyche chuckles a bit and said, “Oh Flare!”

“Oh me!” I said. “Hey Psyche, let’s not end every chapter staring you and me the same exact way.” And so we went back to Canterlot, and brought the crest to Princess Luna, but guess what? We had to wait in line at the trainstation, three times, and we had to wait in line to request audience with the princesses! Holy Wizard of Feelings, some vacation this was! I am so tired of these lines!