//------------------------------// // A stallion, some eyeballs, and disinfectant // Story: Pata Pon Don Chaka // by Lord Guffington //------------------------------// Big Mac groggily woke up to intense heat around his body. And strange chanting. He slowly opens his eyes for them to get painfully invaded by the orange sunset. He closes them quickly and continues listening to the strange chanting. He collects his brain and tries to remember what happened before he fell asleep. Applejack was hurt. There were these freaks. And Ah got hit in tha leg with one o' their strange weapons, the stallion tells himself. He tries getting up, but the wound on his leg prevents him from doing so. It wasn't deep, but it hurt a lot. Like a paper cut. He opens his eyes again, and endures the bright light. He looks down at his leg to see that it was covered in a darker red than his coat. And it was dried, meaning he'd been out for a while. Big Mac checked his surroundings, and noticed that some of the little eyeballs were either dancing, fighting with blunt weapons, or hanging from a tree while being drunk. Thankfully, none of them noticed he was awake. He tried getting up again, only for more pain to shoot through his leg. He laid down again, panting lightly from his little exertion. He closed his eyes and hoped Applejack would do something to come and help him. --------------- Applejack quickly paced along the interior of the barn. Well, she paced as well as she could with her slightly injured leg. The mare looked out the large doors to see if her brother was walking back. Unfortunately she got the same result again. She gave a sigh of frustration and limped back into the house. The slight smell of apple pie filled her nostrils, calming her slightly. The earth pony trotted into the kitchen and looked around the cupboards, soon finding the first aid kit. She took out some disinfectant and grit her teeth greatly as she poured some on the wound. She quickly set the bottle down and removed some bandage, covering the wound with it. With her cut all fixed up, she briskly trotted out the door. She looked around again for her brother. Again, no sign of him. She gave a grunt of determination and trotted out into to orchard. After ten minutes, she heard strange chanting again. Most likely the little eyeball creatures. She tip-hoofed toward the noise and soon came upon a campfire, her body easily concealed behind the trees. She studied their strange celebration, noticing the fight with fancy looking sticks. Seems like they're a violent race, she told herself. She spotted a large red figure slowly shifting around behind the two fighters. Applejack gasped as she recognized it as Big Mac. --------------- The Patapons celebrated their victory over the red horse. Although this one is larger, red, and has more than one eye that is visible, they still recognized it as a horse. Some of the Tatepons lay with their shields over like blankets, while others continue partying. A Yumipon lay in a tree, next to a red fruit, his mind clouded greatly by the drink he recently consumed. He lazily looks over the party, his steel bow nearly falling out of the tree behind him. He noticed an orange object he didn't see before, but waved it off as some sort of imagination from his drunk mind. After a couple of minutes, he saw the shape move to a different spot, his mind becoming more worried. He had to tell someone! He struggled out of the branch, falling onto his face after accomplishing so. He looked up to see a number of his brethren staring at him strangely. "Over *hiccup* there!" he pointed at the trees, revealing nothing but said objects. The other Patapons shook their heads disapprovingly and continued to celebrate. The Yumipon stared at the spot in disbelief. He knew what he saw, and he knew it wasn't because he was drunk. He scanned the trees once more, only to find a brown hat. He slowly walked up to it and grabbed it, curiosity getting the better of him. He lifted it, and got smacked into a tree by something strong. He looked up from the bark to see a smaller horse looking down upon him. He tried calling for help, but got smashed in the face instead. He prayed to the Mighty Patapon to have mercy on him. --------------- Applejack removed her hoof from the eyeball's... eye, and watched as it melted as if it were tar. When it was finished melting, a strange looking hat popped out from the sludge-like substance, the hat looking like the one it was just wearing. She heard the chanting stop and looked behind her to see some of the creatures staring at her wide-eyed, others getting their weapons ready.