Chapter Eight:
They looted, and it was good. They also tormented Princess Twilight with their stupidity, and it was also good. Soon, they were so full of food, that it was time to sleep.
"Well Robby, don't know 'bout you, but I'm going to sleep."
Bob yawned, then, "Yeah, sounds good to me too."
Alec looked over at Twilight who was sleeping (not much else to do for her) and called.
"Hey, Princess Twi', you're finally going to see what we actually look like!"
Twilight, though in a foul mood (as you may imagine) she, of course, was aroused in ways of curiosity.
Alec and Bobby nodded to each other and both pulled of their masks. Twilight mentally drank in every detail.
Alec had deep, really deep, blue eyes, a somewhat crooked nose, a small scar on his lip, and another, large one on his left cheek. His flesh was light. No fur anywhere but on the top of his head. It was long-ish, almost down to his eyes, and it was dark brown. Twilight would have been lying if she said that he was ugly.
Robert, though, was a little more ugly. He had a bit of a fat face, a double chin. His eye were blue too, but not anywhere near as deep as Alec's. He was bald. Twilight said "eye," because Bobby's right eye was dead, with a long scar. Rob's pores were also unnaturally large.
Both humans were staring at her intently, smiling, looking to see her reaction.
"You guys....you don't look anything like I thought that you did."
"Wat'd ya imagine? Tentacles and fangs?" Alec.
"Tendrils and five eyes?" Bob.
With a slight blush, Twilight answered, "Well...yeah..."
With come chuckles, both men stripped off their body armor, down to their pants and undershirts. Alec approached Twilight.
Expecting another blow, Twilight braced herself.
"Woah, Bessie. Worry not, I was just gonna give you this."
Twilight opened an eye and looked down. Alec had..something in his hand.
"What's that?"
"Your dinner and sleep aid. Don't worry, no meat or....very harmful contents. Eat up."
Twilight reluctantly lapped it up with her tongue. Sleep aid? Yes.
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Princess Celestia was preparing herself for bed when a package, not the usual letter, found its way into her bedroom from the chute near her fireplace.
Curiosity overcoming her fatigue, Celestia trotted over to the small box. It was unmarked. A golden aura enveloped the package as it levitated into the air and opened itself.
The Princess peered inside. She had one more layer of resistance before the actual package was found: a layer of wax paper. It was stained on the inside with something dark. The paper was unfolded with another aura, and Celestia froze.
Inside was a purple feather, and it was covered in blood. The paper was soaked as well. From it emanated the scent of lilacs, and old books. Twilight.
Hoping to...well, nopony, she was the goddess around here. Uh...hoping to herself that it was just a prank, the Solar Princess looked for more clues.
Underneath the blood-soaked feather. There were three more objects. One was...one was a photograph of...something. It was bipedal, had strange, buggy eyes and no mouth. It wore heavy clothing and a large full backpack. The other was a photograph as well, but....Celestia could not, would not believe what it depicted.
It showed the being that the other picture had, only...there was another. And...they were both standing next to Twilight. Only Twilight had her eyes closed. Her eyes were closed, and tiara missing. She was covered in cuts and bruises.
She noticed that the other being grasped a rather large knife. The third and final item was a dirty piece of parchment. On it was scribbled a simple message:
Have a nice day! :)
Pony rage? Pony rage.
"Summon the guards! Ready my chariot! We area going to Ponyville!" the voice bellowed.
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If it were not for the sleep potion, Twilight would have been unable to, well, sleep. Alec and Robert snores were probably going to give them away some day, and the ironic part is that neither of them knew that each other snored.
Soon, though, the pair of snoring became only one as Alec was awoken by a noise. It sounded...mechanical...
Shit, psycho pony is back.
"Bob! Bob! Grab your gear, grab your gun!"
Soldiering and Apocalypse surviving had made Bob a fast mover, as did Alec, and they were both fully dressed in battle gear within the minute.
"Come one, to the entrance," Alec instructed.
Soon, they were both outside, eyes searching. Alec had told Rob about this specific Pony.
"Wait...why guns? I thought that we don't want to kill-"
"Bob, I give you full permission to kill this one."
Thus they both sat, weapons at the ready. They did not have to wait long.
The tell-tale tri-dots of green appeared soon, but they were accompanied by...what? The mechanical sound again.
Psycho pony revealed herself in the moonlight and both Bob and Alec were stunned for a moment.
Okay, assuming you've seen Spider-man 2 (Which if you haven't, go see it now) imagine Doc-oc. Now, take Doc out and put a mint-green pony with a suit similar to Sam Fisher's. There ya go.
"Shoot 'er!"
Rob opened fire with his machine gun, and Alec pumped many shells in the direction of the mint green mare.
Every single shot missed. Lyra dodged everything with her robotic arms effortlessly. Cartwheels, backflips, and the works, she was unharmed.
Though, of course, eventually her machine got hit. Fortunately enough, she lost control behind a rock, where she quickly shed her device and fled to live another day. Though Alec and Bob had some new scrap metal.