But not many.
There were many reasons that you did what you did that night. Sure it wasn't the best idea, and you could have kept going, but you're not going to lie to yourself. Sure, there were many reasons, but at that moment, only one of them mattered to you more than the others. You were tired.
You'd been on the road for days and it was late, getting close to one in the morning. You were tired and really wanted more than anything just to get some rest. To that end, you resolved to find somewhere where you could.
Your efforts to do so landed you in some backwater town somewhere in Massachusetts. It wasn't on the map, but you didn't pay much attention to that, not at the time anyway. There were a lot of small towns that weren't on any maps, you figured that this must have been one of them.
It was only by sheer luck that you actually managed to find a motel once you drove into town. This place may have been off the map, but at least it had some place where you could lay your head for a while, and the fact that it was on the edge of town helped somewhat in your efforts to find it immediately. Without even wasting another thought on it, you really didn't want to think to hard right now, you pulled up, found a parking spot, of which every space was open, and got out of the car.
You walked on in to the main office to find it empty, the light was on though, so there must have been someone here. As it to erase your worries on that immediately, the moment the door swung closed behind you, someone stepped out from the back room towards the front desk with a newspaper under his arm. He was an older gentleman, maybe in his late 50's or so, at least by what you could guess.
"Howdy," he said to you. You kind of chuckled a little bit on the inside at that, you almost couldn't believe he actually said that to you.
"Hey," you replied back to him as politely as you could. "You... you got a room?"
"Sure," he replied as carefree as he could possibly be. "We got plenty of rooms. Hardly anybody ever stops by here anymore." Given the literal off the map location of this place you were inclined to believe him. "Just sign in right here and we'll get you all settled."
"Thanks," you said as you dropped your bag and walked right on up to the desk. The sign in sheet for the hotel was practically empty, with entries only going down less than half the page and the last one before you being six months ago. You, being as tired as you were, didn't even pay much attention to that as you signed yourself right on in.
"You seem awfully young to be drivin out alone around these parts," the hotel attendant said to you as he walked on over to get your key. "What's your trade, if you don't mind me asking?" You stopped and looked up at him for a moment. It took a while to register what he just said, but once you got it, you felt kind of like an idiot for a moment.
"Oh," you said as you continued signing on it. "I'm a grad student." you say to him. "Just passing through."
"Really," the man said to you, not sounding the least bit surprised. "Where ya studyin?"
"Yale," you reply. You've always been a little proud of the fact that you went there.
"Now that's a fine school," the man said back to you. "Real fine school."
"Thanks," you say politely as you take out your phone to check the time.
"What're you studyin at Yale, if you don't mind me asking?" That was the second time he used that phrase.
"History," you say to him, which was sort of true, you guess.
"Really," he said to you. "So that's what you're doin out here, studyin history." He made an exaggerated waving motion with his hands as he said that, as if he was trying to make it sound exciting, which made you laugh a little.
"Nah," you replied. "I'm actually out here looking for someone."
"Really," the man said, suddenly intrigued. "And whose this person you're lookin for all the way out here, if you don't mind me asking?" That was the third time he said that.
"My grandfather," you say to him as you finish up your entry. "Well, great grandfather actually."
"Really," the man said as he took the login book from you. "And you think you're great grandpa's out here somewhere?"
"Doubt it," you say to the man. "He's been dead for years." The man didn't respond to that as he picked up and read through the login book. You watch him look down at the name, then up at you, then back again. You notice that he spends a bit more time looking at the name than he probably should have.
"Say, this grandpa of yours," he said as he looked back up at you. "What's his name, if you don't mind me askin?" Now, even though you were tired as all hell, you were able to recognize that something about that question was a little off, but for whatever reason...
"Francis," you said to him. "Francis Morgan. He's a former professor at Miskatonic." You had absolutely no idea why, but for some reason, you didn't even think, you just answered his question. Even though you knew it was strange and didn't want to, you still did.
The man just looked at you for a moment. His facial expression didn't change, yet, something was off. It was his eyes, you could see it in his eyes. You couldn't quite make out what it was, but something was off about the way he was looking at you.
"Well," the man said as he closed the book. The moment he did that, time seemed to suddenly speed back to it's former rate as he handed you your room key. "Here you go. You got the first room. It's the first door on the left once you walk outta here. You can't miss it."
"Thanks," you say to him as you turn around, pick up your bag and head out the door. You stop before you walk through it though and turn back to him. "Say," you say to him just as he's about to walk back into the back room himself. "Is there somewhere I can get breakfast around here?"
"There's a diner a few blocks down the street. You can walk there," he says.
"Thanks," you say to him as you walk out the door of the office. You don't waste any time as you head straight for your room, and once you're there, you throw your bag down and throw yourself onto the bed. You don't even bother getting under the covers, you just fall asleep right there.
You really don't like the way that guy looked at you, but you don't give it much more thought. There's no reason he'd be like that. Besides, it everything went right, once you're up, you'd just grab some breakfast, check out of this motel and be on the road again. Nothing lost, nothing gained.
-Morning Comes-
Morning came sooner than you thought it would, but a quick check of the clock showed it to be well past noon rather than morning, not that it mattered to you anyway. After taking about a half hour to will yourself out of bed, you take a quick shower and throw on a different set of clothes.
The diner was easier to find than you thought it would be, and in practically no time at all you're served breakfast. Hardly anybody was there either. This town really didn't get many visitors at all.
After breakfast, you head on out with the full intent of going back to the motel and getting the hell out of here. Right as you leave the diner however, you're suddenly grabbed from behind by two guys you didn't see. You try to fight them off, but they're strong, stronger than you that's for sure. With you struggling, they take you into the alleyway behind the diner, where you knock them both off of you and kick one of them in the stomach, but right as you do, the other one punches you right in the face, which knocks you to the ground. Right as you're about to get back up though, he gets on top of you, grabs you by the throat, and then pulls out a knife, which he holds right in front of you're eye.
"Make a move and you're dead," he says to you. At that, you stop. You're not one to do stupid things, especially not now. From behind him, you see the other guy get back up, both his hands clutching his stomach. You really hit him hard.
Then, from behind both of them, you see a third man walk up. The one at your throat turns to look at him as well, and at the sight of him, he gets off of you, though he's still pointing the knife right at you. You just stay right where you are on the ground.
The third guy then walked right up to you. He was friggin huge, at least six inches taller than you were and was built like a god damned tank. He wore what you guessed were some kind of factory worker's clothes with overalls over them and had the kind of facial hair that only a man who didn't give a damn about what anybody thought of his appearance would have. He also had a long, very visible scar running down the left side of his face, next to his eye. In his right hand was a metal pipe.
"You," he said as he looked down right at you. "You're Francis Morgan's grandkid?" You don't say anything, not at first at least. "Well..." he continued as he got on one knee and leaned in closer to you. "You can talk can't ya? Are ya Francis Morgan's grandkid?" His voice was kind of raspy. The kind of voice that one would have if they smoked way more than they should have, which was also evidenced by the smell of cigarette smoke on his breath.
"Great grandson," you say back to him, figuring that you weren't about to get out of this any other way. The moment those words hit his ears, the big man in front of you lets out a smile. Positively the most evil smile you've ever seen.
"Well," he says, his smile growing even wider as he stands back up. "Welcome to Dunwich motherfucker."
The very last thing you remember was his boot hitting your face.
-Fast Forward to Present-
You just keep watching someone who you can only guess is your great grandfather, whom you know for a fact to be dead, keep fighting a demonic clown, pony, thing, who suddenly turned into a gigantic man-spider thing right before your eyes.
You can't even begin to process everything that you think you're seeing right now.
You watch as your great grandfather jumps up and pushes himself up off of some of the ground that the spider thing launched into the air at him. Right as he lands, you watch the spider thing open up it's left hand, and watch as the claws on the end of it's fingers suddenly extend and grow as quickly as bullets right at him.
Your grandfather jumps to his right and rolls out of the way of those, and right as he gets back up, he says something and swings his right hand towards the spider thing, which somehow knocks it to the side several feet before it disappears again.
Suddenly, you watch the spider appear above him and drop down on him just like it tried to do to you when it was still a pony. You're grandfather doesn't see it until the last minute, and says something which makes the earth come up around him, but the spider punches right through that with his two hands and then throws both of it's hands around your grandfather, pinning him to the ground. You then watch it roar at him again. Your grandfather doesn't even flinch as he tries to struggle his way out.
You... you can't even begin to comprehend this anymore. He has him. The spider him has him pinned. This is.... he could be-
Just then, something clicks in the back of your mind.
Special Ability unlocked
******* slot 3 = Special Ability: Morgan Bloodline
Character slot 1: Doctor Who
Character slot 2: King Arthur
Special Ability: Morgan Bloodline
In that moment, you have no idea what came over you, nor can you even begin to comprehend why you did what you just did, but without even thinking about it, you get up and run towards you're grandfather. The pain in your shoulder isn't even there to you anymore.
"Manibus vestris tenuis face!" You scream at the spider creature right as you reach it. Within an instant, at your words, the spider creature's hands vaporize into thing air, as if they were unmade by creation. Your grandfather, seeing an obvious opportunity, jumps back to his feet, and then jumps up and hits the spider creature in the face with an uppercut, which knocks it back a little, but not enough. "Recedite eo!" You scream at the creature, and at your words, the spider creature is suddenly knocked backwards by some kind of Fus-Ro-Dah like force which pushes it several feet away from you, flips it over, knocks it on it's back, and then keeps pushing it right until it crashes through another downed tree directly behind it.
Your great grandfather just lands right next to you, but you don't even notice him.
"Pro omne tui nefas," you begin to say, and as you do, you hear your grandfather start saying the same words. "Te in abysso tenebrarum jacio-" Before either of you can finish however, the spider creature suddenly lift's it's head back up and roars at the both of you once more, which causes the earth in front of it to split in half and come upwards, all the way towards where the two of you are standing.
You jump right to your left and your great grandfather jumps to his right right before the earth can split apart right where you two are standing. He lands perfectly back on his feet, which you fall over and land right on your shoulder, at which point, the pain returns with a vengence.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" you scream as you grab your wound again, blood pouring out from it even faster than it had been before.
"DAMNIT!" you hear your grandfather now as you try your best to ignore the pain for a moment and look over at him. His attention is in the direction where the spider creature was. You look that way too. It is nowhere to be seen. You, knowing it however, expect it to just appear again a few seconds later, but several seconds pass, and it never does.
You, suddenly remembering all that was on your mind before you did something this stupid, turn your attention back to your great grandfather, who looks right back at you. The two of you lock eye contact for several moments. Neither of you say a word, but you're thinking a lot. Mostly things you're thinking of are varying questions of "how?"
How can your great grandfather be here? How the hell can he still be alive? How the hell is he in such good shape after all this time? How can that thing he was fighting even exist? Those things aren't supposed to? How was he able to handle himself that well against it?
All your thoughts are interrupted however, as the familiar sound of helicopter blades returns. Within moments, the hind helicopter flies back over the forest and stops right above the both of you. Both you and your grandfather put a hand in front of your face in fruitless attempt to keep the wind from hitting you.
You look up at the helicopter, and watch as the canopy opens again, and this time, you see Solid God damned f*cking Snake stand up and throw a ladder down the side, which falls all the way down until it's right next to your great grandfather.
"Get in you f*cking idiot!" you hear Snake yell... wait... that's not Snake's voice... That sound's more like.... Before you can even contemplate that any further though, you look back to see your grandfather grab the ladder and start climbing, upon which point, the hind helicopter flies upwards and then takes off.
"WAIT!" You should as you reach up with your right arm for him, which only rewards you with another surge of pain. You don't quite notice it, but you think you can see your grandfather look down at you one last time before the hind helicopter flies over the trees and is gone again, as quickly as it came.
All you can do, is just stare up at the sky. You're alone now. Even the clown... pony... spider... thing... is nowhere to be found.
PERSPECTIVE SHIFT: Applebloom
"Where is he?" Scootaloo asked as the three of you waited impatiently by the clubhouse. "It's been like, forever!"
"Maybe he got lost," Sweetie Belle said, sounding a little bit worried.
"Really," Scootaloo deadpanned. "He got lost on the only path through the forest."
"Ah don't know," you say to her. "Sometimes the paths aren't as clear as yah might think." Scootaloo didn't say anything. "Ah'm sure he's fine though. We got nothin dangerous out here."
"Maybe..." Sweetie Belle said. "Maybe we should go look for him." You thought about it for a minute. It's not like anypony to get lost here in your orchard. Then again, he wasn't a pony, and he really wasn't as familiar with your orchard as you, your family, or the other crusaders were, so maybe he was a little lost. So, you just nodded your head. The two of you then looked to Scootaloo.
"Ah, fine," Scootaloo said as she got up and walked over towards you and Sweetie Belle. Both you and Sweetie Belle smiled and nodded at that as the three of you turned towards the path you took through the forest... only to see Jason slowly walking back towards you.
"Jason!" Sweetie Belle shouts as she runs right towards him, you and Scootaloo follow.
"See, Ah told you he was all right," you say to Scootaloo right as you reach him. "Jason, where-" you're about to say as the three of you are close enough to see him, but then you stop yourselves as you get a good look at him. He's bleeding. He's got a huge bite in his shoulder, probably from a timberwolf, and a nasty cut running up his chest, and he's not walking, he's limping.
The three of you don't even say another word or take another step as you stand there and watch him walk towards you. You, you almost can't believe it. This is Jason. The human... He's supposed to be tough. What could have done this to him.
He doesn't say anything as he limps towards the three of you. Then, a few feet away from the three of you, he stops.
"Help," is all he says before he suddenly falls to his knees, and then falls over face first into the ground, blood still pouring from the wound in his shoulder. At that, Sweetie Belle breaks the silence with a scream.
"WHAT DO WE DO!!??" She screams at the two of you. "WHAT DO WE DO WHAT DO WE DO!!!??" You look at her, then back at Jason. He's still bleeding. Bad. There's no time to talk about this, and if the other's aren't gonna take control of the situation.
"Ah'll run home and get Applejack or mah brother!" you say to them. "You two, load him into the crusader mobile and try an git him to tha hospital!"
"Got it!" Scootaloo says, suddenly serious as she walks over towards Jason and tries to get under his arm. "Come on, help me!" She says to Sweetie Belle, who only shivers for a moment before she joins her. "Celestia, he's heavy." Scootaloo says as she tries to lift him, Sweetie Belle says nothing. You watch for only a moment before you turn around and as fast as you can, run back home. Jason's in trouble, and he needs your help.
Authors note:
There is no "What do you do?" section for this chapter either. Don't worry, come next Monday, it will be back and you'll be in control again.