“… And then she called me ‘sugarcube‘! I was surprised!”
“Woah! Applejack only calls people sugarcube when she likes them! You must have done something right!” Pinkie praises me, I mean, it’s obvious she is, I’m just that awes-
“Aaaah! Pinkie Pie!” I shout as the car barely makes it through a harsh turn.
“Yes?”
“Could you not!?”
“Could I not what?”
“Oh, well, you know… DRIVE LIKE A MANIAC!?”
SCREEECH!
The car literally screeches to a halt right as the light turns red in the stoplight, making me once again thankful for seat-belts and their magical properties.
“Mr. Lemon Lime! Are you saying that I’m breaking the laws?” Pinkie asks, gazing upon me and talking in a mocking accent.
“Not necessarily, Pinkie… I ju-”
“No! We have to make it to her before she leaves, otherwise you might not be able to go back to your own world thingie and you’ll be stuck here, for like, forever!” she explains.
“Okay, first of all, I don’t need the exposition from you,” the light turns green and Pinkie seemingly floors it, as she checks her phone’s GPS. Yeah, technology. Anyway. “And second, I’d rather make it there, well, alive!”
Pinkie turns her head as she drives, frowning sadly. “So y-you think my driving is b-bad?” EYES. ON. THE. ROAD.
“N-no, of course not! Now can you please focus on the road!?” she smiles contently at my comment and turns to the front. I think I prefer Ms. Pinkie Knievel to Ms. Magoo.
“Don’t you worry, we’ll make it there in… Ten seconds flat!” I raise a brow at her comment and chuckle.
“Did you learn that one from Dash?” I laugh without holding back.
“No. The GPS says so!” I look at her phone as it counts down and see the one become a zero.
Well, I’ve been had.
You’ve arrived at your location. It says in a casually robotic voice. We park at the side of the road, where I see the street sign with that very name I have feared for the past forty minutes… Everfree. It actually looks run down and everything. It’s funny, as I see the streets and notice how clean in comparison that one very next block is next to Everfree, it’s kind of like it’s kept that way on purpose… Nah, I’m probably over thinking things.
“Well, we are here!” Pinkie points out. Thank you, I think I know that. “So Pat?” Pinkie says with some effort, turning off the car before turning to face me. “Are you ready to go back home?”
“W-what?” I ask momentarily confused before I can fully understand what she is implying… And well, it hits me. I might be leaving this world, my family, my younger self, my f-
“Pat? You there?” Pinkie calls to me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Huh? Oh, right… Sorry.” I apologize while covering my face with my hands as I collect my thoughts. “You kinda put me on a bad spot there with your ques-… tion…” I look at her again, she has this sad smile on her face that I can’t help but feel bad as well. She realizes the full extent of what might happen. “Come here, you,” I reach out to her and hug her. A simple hug, one that isn’t like the previous hugs through the night, and she knows this, or she would have struggled to free herself.
But she doesn’t.
This is nice… Almost makes a man forget that he has to go through a dangerous alley where he might get killed by dangerous criminals… Almost.
“Well, ready to go, Pat?” she asks me, I look at her one more time and see her shuffling around a bit, she seems to be holding back something.
“Anything more you want to say, Pinkie?” I ask.
“Um? Well, if you really want to know, I was wondering; what if Miss Chryssa isn‘t who you are looking for? Or if she can‘t send you back home?” two valid questions.
“I’d rather not think about that,” I say simply. That’s a bridge I’ll cross when I get there, besides, home isn’t something I plan to go back to quite yet…
She doesn’t need to know about the details, though.
“Alright then~!“ she gets out of the car and locks her door. “Now, let’s get you back to your world!” she says putting on a headband. “Grrr!”
Well, she is ready and willing to help, so it wouldn’t be fair of me to stay behind like a coward… Which I can admit that I am, as I am trembling like you wouldn’t believe… I feel far more scared over what will happen after this is all said and done.
Maybe that’s why Trixie didn’t want to come… And I may not be able to ask her if that’s the case.
She took the easy way out, not like she would care to admit even if it were true.
… Alright, enough monologuing. Time to go.
~~~~~
I. HATE. THIS.
The place is dark, most lamp lights are out, there are lighted trashcans and shady people everywhere, each step feels like I’m stepping on broken glass and debris, the air has a tangy feel that makes me think of my old high school days -BAD high school days- and I think I saw some of them carrying a weapon, and worst of all, I forgot to bring a jacket! I'm freezing!
Meanwhile, Pinkie looks around with the sense of wonder that only a kid would have.
This is NOT funny. Why is Chryssa here in the first place?!
“Look, Pat! Those two are hugging!” Pinkie points suddenly, all giggly.
“Who would be hu- Oh,” I say as I turn to where Pinkie is pointing and I feel like my eyes are about to pop out after what I see. “Pinkie Pie, first thing, pointing is rude, secondly, I’m pretty sure you are old enough to know what the difference between hugging and hugging are,” I finish while quoting with my hands. “Right?” She stops to think for a second and I raise my hand. “Look, if you have to think about it, just don’t bother. Anyway, eyes on the price… Are we there yet?”
“Nope!”
“We’ve been walking for a while, why is it so far? I’ve had enough of this place already,” I whine in a hushed voice, because dealing with people with guns isn’t on my to-do list.
“Oh, Pat, it’ll be fine! I‘m used to places like this!” she jumps back, playing on her phone, after a few seconds, a familiar tune begins playing. “This is one that Granny Pie used to sing to me when I visited in Detrot!”
If this Detrot is anything like the city I think it’s based upon, I don’t think this song will really help much.
“When I was a little girl, an~ We are here!” she stops suddenly, turning my head rather forcibly and possibly nearly breaking my neck… I should be more concerned about that, but I’m more enthralled with the place I’m looking at.
‘The Hut’ it reads. Unlike the rest of the street, this place actually looks half-decent from the outside… I mean, it actually has a bouncer at the entrance… I dock it points for the guy being knocked out on the side, but that’s at least something.
“Hey, the big guy is taking a nap! Let’s go in while we have the chance!” Pinkie pulls me to the door and rushes through, the unpleasant tangy smell making way to the unpleasant tangy smell with booze.
“Ugh, that smells horrible,” I say as we get out of the small hallway connecting the entrance to the club itself, the terrible music that was audible from the outside now practically deafening me, I can barely HEAR MY OWN THOUGHTS.
“DID YOU SAY SOMETHING ABOUT SOCKS?” Pinkie shouts to my ear and I’m barely able to catch it.
“HOW DID YOU EVEN… WHATEVER, LET’S ASK IN THE BAR,” we make our way through the crowd, the seizure inducing lights flashing everywhere, making it difficult to keep a good eye, thankfully Pinkie grabs my hand as I lead the way to the middle. The place quickly reaches my view, a fake-wooden look, some odd masks hanging around the edge, some odd flasks in the back alongside the booze. Expected for a place like ‘The Hut”.
I, however, do not expect the person who I see as a bartender.
“HEY, YOU LOOK FAMILIAR!” Pinkie shouts right next to me before I’m able to say something myself, the bartender herself turns at the sound of her voice, and her eyes widen once she notices me. Her black and white hair let loose, her wearing a robe of some kind an- Oh, I’m just stalling; It’s Zecora, my English teacher who I never refer to by name in any way possible because I don’t care much for her.
But now I do, because she looks very attractive at the moment… I’m shallow, sue me.
She looks at us for a few seconds before turning to one of the bartenders next to her and after a brief chat, getting out of it, making her way to us “Follow me you must, things will be discussed,” before I can argue, she grabs both Pinkie and I and we are taken through the groups of people and lights to an office-looking room, locking the door as we go inside, being welcomed to the confines of a small, cramped office. I already miss the booze smell.
But if she is trying to scare me, she is doing a piss poor job of it.
“This isn’t a place for kids like you, so I will simply bid you both adieu, but first I must ask you why you are here, and make it good, because I won’t rehear,” she says with an angry grunt, one which makes me stand corrected.
“Um… What are YOU doing here?” I ask, in an attempt to shift the topic.
“I don’t have to answer that, do not try to start a chat,” she rhymes… She does that a lot.
“Hey Pat, look! It’s a plaque and it has a name!” Pinkie says, handing me the plaque from the wall, it is quickly taken by Zecora who shoves it under her arm.
“That’s not for you to see!”
…
Oh, no rhyme? Okay..
“I saw your name before you took it,” I lie, getting a sigh from her as she hangs it on the wall Pinkie possibly took it from. Thank you, lying, you have helped me once again.
“I did not think things through, now the truth is upon you two,” she walks over to her desk and sits down, pulling out a bottle from out of nowhere.
“A teacher owning a club? Oooh, that’s very anti-teacher behavior…y,” Pinkie finishes lamely.
Zecora looks at Pinkie for a good minute before bursting into laughter. “You WOULD like to know, to know about my woe, this is a tale of luck, but not for you to give a f-”
“Look, we won’t tell anyone, we just have a question for you, that’s why we are here,” I say, stopping her before she completely ruins my head canon of her.
“Listening, glistening,” she says, promptly following it up with a chug of her bottle. She is not even trying anymore!
“Right… Well, I’m looking for superintendent Chry-”
“EX-Superintendent Chryssa!” Pinkie corrects/interrupts/butts in.
“… Whatever. The point is that we are looking for her, and we got info th-” my hand is upon Pinkie’s mouth before she can say something. She didn’t say anything, but I know she will. She always does. "That she came here, yeah.”
Zecora looks at me with a hard to place stare, she sets the bottle down on the table and walks ever so slowly towards us.
“That’s a name I know, here she was not long ago,” she says, intriguing me instantly.
“You have!? Can you please tell us?” I ask in the nicest way I can. My hopes rest in this woman.
She crosses her arms, possibly thinking over what she should do, she frowns while looking at us, her eyes darting from Pinkie, to me, a bead of sweat falls and lingers in her cheek as she thinks it over. A similar thing happening to me as I stare.
“I decided that I will tell, but this might not bode well, this is important to you two, so I give this info to you,” she goes back to her desk and grabs a piece of paper, she writes down what I imagine is the address and places it in my hand.
“Thank you, really, as stated before, we promise not to tell anyone about this club,” she gives a disheartening smile and nods her head. Pinkie and I say our goodbyes and head out her office and into the club again.
For some reason, I can’t help but being worried… Why did she look so solemn?
~~~~~
After an easy leave of the club, Pinkie and I make our way to the streets again, once more being in danger of being mugged and/or killed… Why am I doing this again?
“Because you want to go back home, silly!” Pinkie reminds me after I say it out loud.
“I know, but… I’m putting you in danger, I know you said you wanted to come, but let’s face it, this could get ugly,” she shakes her head incredibly fast, stopping my words.
“But I chose to come, even if you tried to stop me I would have come. Besides, how would you have made it here? There are no buses running through this street,” she raises a valid point. “And look! We are here now!”
I stare ahead and feel confused; a building that looks a lot like a city hall looms not far off from here, it looks like this area has seen some SHIIIT. Lucky for us that Chryssa’s whereabouts are this close to the club.
“So… What’s this place’s story?” I ask Pinkie as my awe disappears instantaneously.
“Oh, some weird thing that happened twenty years ago or something along those lines, Granny Smith get a bit crazy when talking about it,” she explains briefly.
“Woah, really? Care to give me the details?” I ask intrigued.
“I could, but it would be rude to talk about that when we have company!”
“What do you…” I stop, looking around, a number of people popping out of nowhere, surrounding us rather nicely… How did I not see that coming?
We stop and allow the shady figures to approach us. Not because I’m scared, but more because I don’t want to deal with them all.
That is not an excuse.
“You!” says one of the guys wearing this dark leather jacket and biker pants… The classic tuff look if I may say so. “What are you doing here? And you better answer right, we don’t deal with strangers well around these parts,” he finishes with a threatening growl.
I’m thinking that they won’t respond well to sarcasm, so I choose to be nice about it. “I’m looking for someone… Her name is Chryssa, we were told she was here somewh-”
“Never heard of her, now leave,” he commands.
“B-but we were told she was here!” I shout to the guy, who in retrospect, wouldn’t take it well, as shown by the knife he takes out of his pocket.
“I said… Leave,” he demands again, leaving me with no choice but to d-
“Hey, cousin!” huh?
“What?” I say as this short red-haired girl comes from behind the guy and jogs to where Pinkie is.
“Oh!” Pinkie says in surprise, glowing bright at the sight of the girl. “Hey Babs!” wait what, brain taking long digest.
“Don’t worry Cuts, she is with me,” Babs says as she hugs Pinkie, the crowd noticeably losing whatever threatening stance they once had.
“But b-” ‘Cuts’ begins.
“I said, don’t worry, now go!” Babs growls. Thankfully, Cuts takes the hint and begrudgingly leaves, taking his posse with him.
“Babs, what are you doing here?” Pinkie Pie asks as soon as the crooks leave.
“That’s what I was going to ask ya, this place is hella dangerous, you could get hurt here!” she reprimands Pinkie, then turns to me. “So, who is this guy?”
“Oh, that’s just Pat! He is here looking for someone!” Pinkie explains as Babs eyes me from top to bottom and scoffs.
“Well, he has guts, I’ll give him that…”
Okay, ignoring the rudeness. “So, can you help me?” I ask her, and she seems thoughtful for a second before quickly nodding.
“I suppose, however, only you can come, Pinkie will have to stay behind,” Pinkie and I both ‘what’ over her request, but she instantly shakes her head. “Sorry, them is the rules, and if you want to have a chance to find whoever it is you are looking for, you’d have to talk to the boss, and the boss don’t like to talk in groups, you feel me?”
I ‘feel’ like you should stop using outdated terms.
Wait…
I turn to look to Pinkie, she is rubbing her arm awkwardly, looking to the side dejectedly, and I’m already aware of the reason why she is doing so.
“Pinkie, I…” her hand is upon my mouth, her fingers keeping my lips closed.
“Don’t say anything, it’s okay, we’ll… See each other once you find her, right?” she says with some strain in her voice.
“Pinkie, b-” I’m stopped once again, but this time by her now hugging me.
“Alright, don’t you go and disappear on me, okay?” she says, her hands moving to my face, we stay like that for a bit, looking at each other for what feels like an eternity.
For some reason, I feel that something else should be happening…
“I don’t got all night, chump,” the rather well-mannered Babs interrupts looking very annoyed. “Don’t ya worry, cousin, I’ll take good care of him,” Pinkie grins at Babs and nods, thankful for the comfort.
“Geez, sorry, yeah, I’m… Ready to go,” I mumble, following closely, helping myself to one look at Pinkie… Probably my last one. I notice that she is also looking at me, she urges me to go with a wave of her hand, a sad smile on her face.
It’s okay, Pinkie. I don’t want to say goodbye either.
“So, you two together?” Babs asks me, cutting the deeply emotional stares that Pinkie and I are sharing. Bitch.
“No, we are NOT together, geez, we are just friends, yeah” she chuckles at my response.
“I take it this isn’t the first time you’ve been asked, huh?” I don’t answer her, there isn’t much to say to that. Not that I would want to tell her to begin with.
“So… You two are cousins?” I toss my own question, attempting to change the topic. “Or was that just to get those guys off our backs?”
“Her and I aren’t, but she is my cousin’s cousin. You go to the same school, so I take it you know Applebloom, right?”
“I know her sister Applejack, actually.”
“Well, they are actually cousins, four times removed, but they treat each other like sisters, it’s both endearing and slightly sickening to watch at times,” she says laughing.
I suppose this isn’t a good time to say that I would love to see that sight, isn’t it?
~~~~~
We arrive at the city hall that I saw from afar earlier, and I stare at the entrance with wonder. 'Wonder' because I’m now wondering what the hell we are doing here.
“This is where the boss is, you don’t believe it?” she explains to me, and my answer to her question is, well, no. I don’t. How can this building be left over for no reason to be used by a mob boss, it just doesn’t make an- Okay, whatever. I might as well just get it over with.
“Right… Let’s go then,” I say, gulping a bit. Nervous of what I may find, I’m instantly stopped as Babs has her hand out, blocking the entrance.
“Before we do that, I must warn you… We go in, there is no way out until you talk, are you sure you are up to this?” she ends her question a bit awkwardly, causing me to raise my brow.
“Didn’t you say you’d take care of me?” I question her. She only shrugs.
“Well, I had to, or Pinkie Pie would have been more worried than before, she was looking at you as if it were the last time,” she says, noticing the ‘exaggeration‘ so to speak.
“Oh, right… Well, I’m ready. Let’s go,” I say without any confidence behind the words.
“Heh… You really DO have guts, I would ask you if you wanted to go out, but I take it you aren’t interested in me,” she says rather casually. If I could spit-take at this moment, I would.
“And… You would be right,” I struggle the words out.
“I figured you were one of those, what with what the Pinkie thing earlier,” she comments without explaining… Is today ‘secret hiding limey day’ or something?
After that awkwardness is over, we waste no more time and enter the building, finding it… About as broken and destroyed as it looks in the outside. Go figure.
“So what’s the story here?” I ask as we move through the shambles of the place, it’s kind of a tough time with the darkness around us, the moon being kind of not visible in the night is certainly not helping. Stupid moon, Nightmareween Night is supposed to have a full moon.
“Oh, nothing, just some weird thing from twenty years ago,” Babs says casually.
“Uh huh… Anything important about it you can give me?” I ask, wondering about details of such a ‘casual’ event.
“Um… Not really, I never cared much for it myself, you’d think it would be interesting but eh,” she explains with a shrug.
Fine, don't tell me, I'll do my own research... Or maybe not.
We continue walking, reaching a staircase which we promptly climb, as we reach the second floor, we go through a small hallway, finally reaching a door at the far end of it. Babs knocks on the door and after a ‘come in‘ we inside, revealing a… Surprisingly clean office.
“Babs, I hope this visit isn’t another one of your dumb mistakes,” the woman sitting in the desk right across us says, the back of her rolling chair facing us, still, her voice sounds familiar.
“N-no, ma’am! You see,” she begins, pointing at me. “This kid here is looking for someone, and I figured if someone knew how to find them, it would be you,” she explains, now becoming a nervous mess. Wish that had happened earlier.
“I see… Did you bother asking who he was looking for?” Babs clams up at the question instantly, not knowing how to respond. “I figured as much… You may leave. I’ll deal with the young man,” Babs pats my shoulder and with a silent ‘good luck’ leaves the office, closing the door behind her.
“Let’s be honest, it’s obvious who you are looking for,” she says, turning around and facing m-Oh. My. God. “Um, hello?”
No fucking way.
“Don’t make me use clichéd lines, please.”
“Um…” I barely manage to say, gulping nervous at the woman now walking to me. “You are…” she looks the same as she did back at school, for the exception that she is now wearing a black leather suit, which brings up her goods quite nicely…
Cut me some slack, I’m seventeen, and it’s ‘dress like a slut’ day.
“Yes, it’s me. Chryssa, the woman you are looking for, I take it, skip the pleasantries” she pokes my chest with one of her fingernails and moves back to her desk, sitting on it and crossing her legs. “So, what do you want kid? I don‘t have all night” she asks me as I stare at her rather closely.
“Duuuh…”
Smack. Okay, I totally had that coming.
“Ouch! W-what the?” I cry out, looking at the woman… She is much taller than I expected. “You know, for a superintendent you sure are really mean…” I whine without remorse… It hurt.
“EX superintendent, big difference, and that should teach you to stare…" she reprimands me.
Her pupils expand slightly once she gives me a good look. "Wait. I knew you looked familiar… You are that kid that was in Celestia’s office when I visited, weren’t you?” she circles around me, looking me over for a bit.
“Um.. Yes, I actually wanted to ask you, er, something, that‘s why I‘m here” I begin to sweat, just realizing I don’t have a plan for this point.
I guess I never thought I’d get this far to begin with.
“A question? Well, that’s a rather idiotic reason to look for me in this place, don‘t you think?” she scoffs. Charming.
“So... Boss? What are you 'boss' of?” I ask randomly, the first thing to pop in my head.
“Yes, I’m her boss... I honestly did not think anyone from that school would find me here… I need to hire some good security… Or rather, the new guy should, you being here makes me think you know of me moving.”
She sure likes to talk... It's Chrysalis alright.
“You… Quit your job… Why?” I ask, my curiosity having being piqued.
“The reason doesn‘t matter, it was simply a cover job. Of course, you being here means you knew that. Not that it matters much, this is my last night in town, and I’ll be gone by tomorrow… I do wonder how you learned of my whereabouts, though,” I feel a bead of sweat coming down my forehead at the mention of that, Pinkie quickly popping in my head. “Eh, doesn’t matter much, no one I care for will really believe you,” a breath of relief leaves me as she says this.
“Now, can you tell me, what is it you need and get it over with? Unless that last question WAS your question,” she says, smugly smiling at her ’smart’ point.
“No! it wasn’t… Okay, it’s a bit difficult to explain, but…” well, here goes noting. “You see, all I have to go on is that you are Chrysalis, and that you MIGHT be evil, and that’s all I can say without sounding that much more stu-…pid?” I finish in a lower voice. Many would too if they were staring at a barrel of a gun pointed at their face.
Oh fuck, fuck, fuckity, fucking, fuck.
“Chrysalis? W-where did you hear that name?” she asks me with effort. “Who are you? What do you want from me? Are you with themI? have nothing to say to the likes of them!”
‘Them?’
“W-what!? I have no idea what you are talking about, I-I just wante-Ah!” she pushes the barrel to my forehead, I crumble to the floor, my life literally flashing before my eyes, I think I’m gonna pass out.
“I told them fifteen years ago that I didn’t want to see them again, or there would be trouble… Guess they didn’t listen, did they?” she says, now her voice now carefully calm, as if even the littlest detail would make her explode. “And I told them I wouldn’t tell, didn’t I!? They said they would leave me alone!” she screams, her hair flowing wildly as she shakes with each word.
“T-this is a dream, right?” I say out loud in an effort to see what’s happening as a joke. I couldn’t be dying, could I!?
“A dream? Well, perhaps, the feel of the metal on this gun is but a dream?” she touches my forehead with the gun, causing me to shiver by the coldness of the metal… And the fact that it’s a FUCKING GUN. “Or maybe the sound of this is but a dream,” I hear a click, which makes me instantly whimper. That was the sound of the safety being turned off, wasn’t it?
“Please…” I begin, attempting to stop it.
“Shut up,” she growls, and before I can notice, I’m on the floor after a hit in the head by the side of her gun.
Is this it? Is this how it ends? I expected to have died alone in a couch with a bag of Cheetos… The perfect way to go.
Well… At least I’m going out with a bad joke, just like my mom would have wanted it.
“… -bye… you z” Huh? I hear voices, but I can’t place them.
“-ise! You j-” there is another voice, it doesn’t sound desperate, in fact, it feels serene in comparison…. Ugh, I can feel myself passing out, I guess… This… Is… It…
…
“-at! Come on, Pat!”
Is someone calling my name?
“Wake up!” slap Ouch!
With some effort, I open my eyes, my vision is a blurred mess, but I can manage to see a pink blob is in front of me, I know who it is, but why?
“Pinkie… Why are you here?” I blabber out, but the answer never comes as I’m instantly pulled up on my feet, and before noticing, I’m being pulled outside, thankfully, I recover a few seconds later and start running on my own.
I have no idea what’s going on, but I’m escaping death. I’m not going to question more than I have to.
Then, like a punch, musky air hits my face once we exit the building, Pinkie lets go of my hand and hurries me along.
We continue running.
We get out of this place.
Pass the Hut.
The debris filled streets.
And finally, we are at the entrance, both of us huffing in exhaustion, ready to get out of there. However, it seems the day is not with us, as we both notice the car is now gone.
Fucking dammit.
“I guess we are walking, aren’t we?” Pinkie says with a tired smile. How she can manage such a feat when she just had her car stolen? Fuck if I know, I’m too tired to concentrate on it.
“Pinkie… What happened?” I say wearily, numerous questions in my head that I honestly don’t want the answer to right now. But that I need to know.
“It’s a long story, but… It looks like we have time, I hope you don’t mind,” she says grinning, making my heart feel instantly much better.
Come on everybody, smile, smile, smile. The verse pops in my head for a second.
“Pinkie, I think you know the answer to that already.”
And we both laugh, no real reason but other than to release the stress of the day, even Pinkie seems to have needed it as much as I did.
~~~~~
I only listen in awe as Pinkie retells the events during my ‘near-passed out’ state.
Zecora becoming worried and catching up as soon as I left with Babs, her and Pinkie sneaking into the place, how she told Pinkie to call the police as she sneaked in, all up to the point right now… No, seriously, she actually continues it. What the heck, Pinkie?
“And Zecora?” I ask, interrupting her continued storytelling before she gets too meta.
“I don’t know…” she replies with worry, practically mimicking my own.
“I hope she w- Woah!” I fall back as something purple suddenly lands on me, I begin to panic… Until I feel something licking me.
I open my eyes and see a dog… A purple dog. It looks familiar…
“Spike!” I hear someone calling from behind, a familiar voice. “You stupid dog!” the man grabs the dog and then puts out his hand towards mine to help me on my feet. I graciously accept it and get up, meeting the man face to face.
Well I’ll be, it’s Shining Armor, at least I think it is, he sounds like him and has a Spike. He is also very white... Oh, and he has a name tag for some reason.
“Are you alright, kid?” he asks me, Spike the dog whining in his arms, whimpering.
"I'm Lemon... And I'm fine... Just a bit confused, is all. And that one over there is Pinkie Pie wh-"
“Aww, it’s a puppy! Can I pet him?” Pinkie asks out of nowhere, jumping between Shining and I. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease!” Shining looks at her confused, but complies instantly, giving her Spike, who instantly warms up to her by waggling his tail.
“Where did you even come from?” I ask him, as he scratches his head, looking embarrassed.
“Believe it or not, this little moron jumped out of my patrol car… Lucky that you were there to catch him, thanks,” he says with legit thankfulness. “But what are you two doing here? This late at night, and in this area, it’s pretty dangerous.”
“Well… Our car got stolen, so we are walking home,” I take my phone and show it to him. “And as you can see, no battery for me, and her phone was in her car, so, yeah.”
“Man, that’s rough…“
“Bark!“ Spike barks out of nowhere.
“That wasn’t a pun, you darn dog!“ Shining says flustered. He looks at us, conflicted for a couple of seconds, but after a shake of his head, he smiles assured.
“I’ll take you home, and I'm officer Shining Armor, by the way,” both Pinkie and I look at him happily, thankful for the offer.
“Really!? Wow, thank you, mister!” Pinkie says, jumping in excitement.
“Of course, you guys seem to need a break, don’t you? Come on, you two have to ride the back, Spike is too touchy about people riding in his spot in the front,” he walks to the car parked nearby and gets in, Spike jumping in the instant the door opens, growling a bit while looking at us and disappearing into the seat.
“Nice dog, huh?” I say with obvious sarcasm.
“You have no idea, kid,” he replies, giving me a blank expression.
I guess such sass runs in all dimensions…
“Well, let’s go! I am pooped!” Pinkie shouts, opening the side-door and literally, diving into it… You know, Pinkie? I share the sentiments.
I just want to sleep.
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“I see… You can file a report in the morning, just refer to me so you don’t have to deal with the annoyance… You’ll have to tell the owners about it, though,” Shining says as we drive to the bakery.
“I know, thank you, Mr. Shining!” she says ignoring the potential problem she’ll be in. Now that’s courage… Of course, she also rescued me from a psychotic woman, so that’s something.
I have a lot to mull over tonight, it seems.
“Well, ‘Sugarcube Corner’, your stop, Pinkie,” Shining calls, getting out of the car and opening the door for her.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Shining!” she looks at the way to the bakery for a second before turning to me. “Hey, Pat?” she calls, her voice a low hum.
“Hmm? What’s up, Pinkie?” I reply, barely concentrating, there is a lot of things going on in my head…
What was Chryssa talking about? It's obvious by now that she wasn't the one who did it, or she would have said something. Why did this trip bring me more questions than answers… Answers that I might never be able to get the answer to, or heck, even if I can go b-Smooch-ack? Whaat?
“Pinkie?” I look up to her as she pulls back, I reach up and touch the cheek that she just kissed.
“I know this may sound selfish, but… I’m glad you are still here,” I… Pinkie, what can I… “Goodnight, Pat,” she jumps out and runs to the bakery, disappearing in the darkness of the now closed place
What… Was that all about?
“Talk about slow, if it were me, I would have assumed something,” Shining comments, closing the door, and then, um, he drives again… And we leave, towards my place now… Yeah.
Wait, why would people assume any... thing. Right.
This reminds of it earlier with Fluttershy, and Rarity, and T-...
Oh, again.
Okay, I have a LOT to mull over tonight.