PLEASE READ: This is a THOUGHT based story. Everything in it is centered around THOUGHT or IMPLIED SPEECH. It will make you use a bit of imagination at times but that's where the fun is, eh? Now with colors to differentiate the characters! (WIP)
Chapter Eight: Third Floor- Ghosts!
That asshole! Why didn’t he say something before?! Did he NOT want to get interrupted that badly? Of all the things…
Jeez! This ship is even bigger up close!
Arghhhhh… why isn’t there a ladder or something??? That would be SO useful right now… Well, at least the ship was wedged between the rocks enough to let it intersect with the path…
Maybe I could…
WHA! You certainly caught up quick! But you aren’t stopping me, you asshole!
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Insult insult insult… seems that’s all we do to each other! Whatever…
But I can’t believe her! Doesn’t she know what’s on this fucking ship, I mean like-
Oh, wait, she doesn’t…
Well, at least the broad is thinking for once…
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Dammit, these rocks are pretty slippery! If I didn’t have my one good wing, I would have probably fallen by now!
Phew! That’s a LONG way up!
Wait, there’s a breach in the hull –urghhhhh new words…
I’ll just hop on in through there!
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Wait, when did that opening get there…?
Ah shit shit shit shit shit shit shit! It’s getting closer to nightfall… The horizon is full on orangey-pink!
That’s it, gotta get movin now!
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Whoaaaaaaaa!
It’s so… regal? In here!
Well, everything that’s still standing up and not knocked over like a mini typhoon came in and had a tap dance party!
…What?
Where the HELL did THAT come from?
Ughhhh… anyways, I gotta find whoever it is before-
WAAAAGH!
I SWEAR TO FUCKIN CELESTIA HUNGER, IF YOU POP UP IN FRONT OF ME LIKE THAT AGAIN, I WILL KICK YOUR HEAD AROUND EVERY CHANCE I GET!
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Yeah yeah empty death threats woo-hoo seen that before now SHUT IT!
Celestia dammit she really gets on my nerves, even though I’m helping her…
Did you even pause to think what could be ON this boat? Basically, what lives, or rather, lived on this floor of the Tower?
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Well, of course I thought, but I didn’t give it MUCH thought…
Not… really?
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Well, I’ll tell you what it is; frickin ghosts!
A bit cliché of the Tower to do, but this is a haunted ship with at least a couple hundred ghosts floating about!
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G-ghosts…?
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Yes.
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I… don’t like ghosts…
…
Hey! What’s with that surprised look?
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Uh, it’s just… this is the first time you said something you didn’t like, or at least expressed some sort of fear than the obvious fleeing in terror kind…
Oooooooooo~ I like where THIS is going!
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Screw you!
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Hehehehe… but anyways, you can’t just go amongst these ghosts, hooves a-blazin and throwing around everything in sight at them! You have to, basically, dodge everything they throw at you.
Luckily I remember exactly where the door is here, so just follow me and-
OWCH!
WHY IS IT ALWAYS WHEN I AM NOT LOOKING?!
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No matter HOW many times you snap your neck, even backwards onto your back…
…IT…
…IS…
…FREAKY!
Anyways, what in the name of Tarturus –what the hell is Tarturus?!- hit you?
…That’s a big rock…
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WHOA!
That's a REALLY big rock! Bigger than me! How the hell did it get blasted so fast at me, let alone be picked up?
Ah whatever… guess I should eat some of it now…
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Guess somebody decided to have their feast early and-
HOLY GUACAMOLE! (Guacamole?)
Did his jaw just unhinge itself from his skull? ONLY so he can take bigger bites out of it? And in such an awkward position too…
…
He ate…
…the whole thing…
How in the world…?
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BURRRRRRRP!
Ooooo~ that granite had a bit of sodium in there as well, nice!
Ah crap… OWCH! Oooof… that realignment stung a bit…
Andddddd now she is slackjawed in shock… wonderful… But we don’t have time now, so I’ll make it quick.
I can dislocate my body parts, break them, eat them, etc to help me out. My belly instantly dissolves everything that goes in, so I have basically a bottomless stomach. Happy?
…
Good, a nod, now let’s get on over to the next room and-
Whoa…
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Wow… That boulder of a rock didn’t just hit Hunger…
It hit through three walls…
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...waaa...aaaaaaaa...ah...ah...
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Wait, there’s the shouting again! But now it seems a bit more… young?
HANG ON THERE WHOEVER YOU ARE!
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WAIT, NO! LOOSEWING DON’T-
…just charge ahead like that…
Ahhhhhhhhhhh SHIT!
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Whoa! When did all the furniture get up in the air?
Wait, when?
WHY IS ALL THE FURNITURE UP IN THE AIR AND AIMED DIRECTLY AT ME?!
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GHOSTS YOU IDIOT!
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
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Oh, oh NOW she panics. Right in the middle of the floor, with all the furniture about to go kamikaze on her ass!
I swear to Celestia, Loosewing…
YOU BETTER STAY ALIVE ON ME!
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Wait, huh?
YEAUGH! FURNITURE WHIPPING AT ME! DODGEDODGEDODGEDODGEDODGE!
OOF! Stupid upturned rug…
AH! CHAIR! COMING! NOW!
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OOF!
Well… that didn’t hurt as bad as it normally would ha- OOF!
Ugh… two- AUGH!
Three down, many more to go…
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Well… this is awkward…
If I was a more romantic pony, and didn’t hate Hunger Pains with the rage of a thousand t-rex's, this would have been nice; him over me as I lay my back on the ground, the sunset over on the horizon through a giant gouge made in the ship…
Oh, and if he wasn't letting every single chair, table, bench, and lamp crash itself against him. That too.
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C’mon, even the barstool? OUCH!
Okay, that is ENOUGH!
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Super munchy powers, activate! He ain’t dodging anymore… Just eating!
Wait, was his skin really lumpy before? Sort of like it had been…
Rock?
WHOA! What the hell is going on? His coat is changing to a lighter brown, almost like the wood he is eating!
Wait, so is this what he was talking about earlier? Nifty power, I would say…
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BELLLLLLLLCH!
Ahhhhh… that was nice! Thanks to the hardened skin, I either broke or ate everything in this room…
Gotta get us out of here now. Broad’s already got me into enough trouble as it is…
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…save… me…
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Huh?! What was that?!
IS IT MORE GHOSTS?!
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…Save me!
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No, the ghosts don’t sound like that… It sounds… more living…
I think it’s coming from the next room over. I can hear it through the hole in the wall…
AND STOP HIDING BEHIND ME!
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OH DEAR CELESTIA! PLEASE SOMEONE SAVE ME!
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BWAHHHHHHHH! TINY BLUE GHOST! BEGONE FOUL THING OF THE DEAD!
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GHOST? WHERE?!
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! IT TALKS JUST LIKE A LITTLE FILLY!
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LITTLE FILLY GHOST?! THOSE ARE THE CREEPIEST! PLEASE PROTECT ME!
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OH NO! IT’S LEAPING RIGHT TOWARDS ME! HUNGER! EAT THE GHOST PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!
IT’S TRYING TO TOUCH MEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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… When did my life become a circus act? I got the two clown, but nothing else for the show…
Sigh…
STOP YOU TWO IDIOTS!
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EEEEEEEEEP!
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WAAAAAAAAGH!
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She is NOT a ghost Loosewing! She’s just a light blue unicorn! And has a sheet tied to her neck! Look!
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…
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…
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…Ohhhhhhhh…
Yeah, I see that now.
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Y-you t-thought I was a g-ghost…?
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Oh boy… I can see the water works on full blast…
Uhhhhhhhmmmm, I uh-
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WAAAAAAAAAAAA AH AH!
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Oh dear Luna almighty…
This is why I never liked kids…
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Hey hey, there there little one…
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*Sniff*
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Whoa… look who got all motherly all of a sudden! She is even holding the kid! But like that’s going to work…
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Have the ghosts here been all mean and bad to you?
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Mhm… T-they sure have…
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And then a mean old brown stallion with scary teeth goes and yells at you, huh?
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Wait, WHAT?!
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Y-yeah! He d-did!
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Well, don’t worry. Auntie Loosewing will make sure Mr. Meany Pants Hunger Pains won’t be mean to you again, alright?
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Hey! When did I become the villain here?!
You were the one who thought the filly was a ghost!
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Al-alright, Loosewing…
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Good…
But jeez Hunger, why the hell did you let a little filly inside of here, of all places!
How bad can you possibly be?!
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WHOA HEY! BACK UP A SECOND!
Firstly, I can’t interact with EVERY pony that decides to go on a suicide trip in here! I only ran into you because you got caught in one of my traps set for food!
Second, introducing people is Fit’s job, not mine. I just eat the ponies who die here and-
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YOU EAT P-PONIES?!
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Well, yeah, so?
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…mmmmmm…
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Oh, oh shit not again!
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WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AH AH!
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HUNGER! SHUT YOUR TRAP!
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Wait, what? What’d I say wrong? All I said was I eat ponies and-
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WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AH AH AH!
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Well maybe SOME OF US don’t dine on that delicacy of yours, Hunger!
Jeez… this guy can be such an inconsiderate royal arse! Scaring a little filly like this to the point of being sick…
Shameful!
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Ugh…
I…
hate…
kids…
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There there little one… Calm down, calm down… Auntie Loosewing won’t let the meany over there do anything to you, alright?
So, when you’re ready, why don’t you tell us your name and why you came here?
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*Sniff sniff* Al-alright…
M-my name is Teardrops and I a-am here, trying to s-save my mom.