//------------------------------// // (7) Nothing To Do // Story: Mob of The Dead: Aftermath // by Juggernaut //------------------------------// Weasel awoke once again. He still wasn't sure whether or not he talked to the real Finn. It wouldn't be the weirdest thing that had happened to him so far. The magical ponies and demon controlled undead were tied for first place on that list. He got up slowly, rubbing his eyes, It hadn't been long since he had gone to sleep. It had been only about two hours, maybe three if he was lucky. He looked around the room, seeing Luna cuddled up under the blankets, snoring loudly. Weasel sighed, already bored. He laughed quietly. He was in a magical universe full of ponies, and princesses and he was bored. He got up and looked around the room. Still no sign of Princess Celestia. He sighed once again, and walked to the kitchen, the floor squeaking ever so quietly as he stepped. He sat down in one of the chairs in the kitchen, and hung his head in his hands. Being away from everything didn't really help his depression THAT much. I mean, being away from Alcatraz helps pretty much everything, but he was the same depressed man he always was. Alcatraz didn't help his condition either, the location makes you feel stranded in darkness. There's a cold feeling of hopelessness that affects everyone there, even the guards and warden. This brought up another thought in Arlington's head. What did cause the events that occurred that night. By "events" I mean the undead monsters that overran the entire prison. 'Was it the satanic symbolism that was sprawled all over the inside of the Warden's Office?' Weasel asked himself, he wanted an answer. Maybe he could ask Celestia, or Luna next time he sees them. He thought that they might know, seeing as Celestia knew about his criminal background without him telling her, maybe she would know stuff that even Weasel doesn't know. That theory kept coming up in Weasel's mind. It was to the point where Albert was SURE that the warden was a closet satanist, and somehow, a ritual he did in his office made Billy, Finn, Sal, and Weasel all go to whatever 'purgatory' they were in. What provoked that type of punishment anyways? An endless cycle of going to the bridge and back to the prison. All while fighting off flesh eating sacks of meat that don't even closely resemble a human. If the warden HAD summoned a demon, had it witnessed the deaths of each of the four mobsters, and taken advantage of their souls? Forcing their spirits into an unnatural gap between life and death. A purgatory of some sort? Weasel had no idea, but it DID seem logical. Weasel wasn't normally a spiritual or religious person, but the stuff that had happened during their encounter with the undead had been undeniably spiritual. They had died in the real world during their escape. Then awoke in the prison once again, but THIS time, it was infested with demonic monsters. The failed escape attempt in the real world, that ended with the three killing Weasel on the roof, and the other three being executed months later, had been erased from everyone's memory. Though, over the course of the cycle, Weasel started to regain his memory, alas the others did not. Then, eventually the others started asking the same questions Weasel has been. That question was "What's causing this?" This soon led to the others eventually blaming Weasel for causing them to be stuck in purgatory, and murdering him. This leads to his current situation. Stuck in what Weasel assumes is another DIMENSION, away from the problems of his earlier lives. Weasel thought for a second that this might be a purgatory of a purgatory. Was he TRULY in another dimension, or was he in yet another purgatory? Was any of this REAL? Was Luna, Celestia, and all of the other ponies in the castle real? What if both the horrific events of Alcatraz, and the current world of ponies were just an interactive stress dream? Weasel shook his head, no, it can't be fake, he didn't want it to be fake. He had a chance to be happy for once in his sad, sympathetic life. It would be too much on him if it was indeed fake, he'd break down. He gulped, and stood up. He opened the refrigerator. The light shined in his eyes, and he grabbed the most familiar type of food he saw. It was a type of vegetarian sandwich. It was a BLT. Minus the bacon, and the tomato. So it was basically two pieces of bread and a salad in between. He smiled, it had been the first actual piece of food he's eaten since the last time he was in the Alcatraz cafeteria. It wasn't great, but why should he complain? He just went through literal hell, so he didn't think that a sandwich not being the most epic thing he's ever put in his mouth, was the most important problem in his life. He sat down in the chair, and began to slowly take bites out of the soft bread. He finished it rather quickly. Surprising, fighting off an army of monsters, over and over again, makes you hungry. Who would've guessed? Right as he swallowed the last bite, there was a quiet knock on the door. Weasel quickly got up out of the chair, and slowly walked to the door. "Princess Luna, sorry to wake you, but your speech is in two hours!" A voice said from outside the door. Weasel panicked, the pony outside was not Celestia, it was one of Luna's personal guards. The door creaked open, and the black pony with closed bat wings stepped in quietly. Weasel froze up, he was standing at the doorway of the kitchen, out of the guards field of view. Weasel backed into the kitchen quietly. He then crouched down and peeked around the doorway. The guard was shaking Luna while telling her to wake up. Luna opened one eye, and sat up. "Oh hey Orion, how are you?" The guard backed up. "Sorry for the interruption, but your speech in Manehattan is in two hours, you should start preparing." The guard, named Orion, said nervously. Luna looked towards the kitchen, and saw Weasel peeking around the corner. She quickly looked back to Orion and started to talk. "So Orion, how is my sister today?" She said, while motioning with her hoof for Albert to get further back into the kitchen. "I haven't been into that part of the castle today, yet, I can go and see her right now if you want." He said. Pointing back to the door. "Please." Luna said, smiling. Orion nodded, and ran out. Once the sounds of his hooves hitting the hard stone stairs was far enough away to be inaudible, Luna shut the door. Weasel stood up and walked out of the kitchen. "Al, why are you still here?" Luna asked. She was shaken. "You could have been spotted!" She panicked. "Celestia hasn't come to get me yet." Weasel answered. "You remember the plan?" Luna asked. "Yeah." Weasel answered again. "We'll take you to see the head of the guards, and his reaction will determine whether or not we should show you to the public." Luna restated the plan. "I know, I know." Weasel said, assuring Luna that he knew what was going on. Weasel sighed, "So do you know when Celestia is supposed to take me to the head of guards?" Weasel asked. "I guessed she would've done it by now, but since she didn't, I don't know." Luna answered. "Oh, well then I don't suppose you know what I cou-" Was all Weasel managed to get out before the door opened again, and Orion, the guard from before, stepped in. "Princess Luna, I saw your sister, she's doing fine." He said as he walked in, but stopped as he saw Al. Luna was frozen. Staring at Orion and back at Weasel. Orion had a look of curiousness, and confusion on his face. Weasel backed up a few steps. "....Ummm... Hi?" Weasel said nervously.