It was about seven o' clock in the morning and the sun was just in the right position to shine through the through the curtains in the library. Chester, the living monster chest was woken up. He scooted up a little bit to nuzzle Wilson, and to get out of the light. He found nothing, Wilson was gone. Chester sat there for a moment pondering.
Where could have he gone
Chester crawled off the couch and bounced around the library. Once he realized that Wilson was not here. He went into a silent panic. Chester sniffed the floor for tracks, he needed to find Wilson before he got into more trouble! The scent led out of the library which is what Chester had expected. He wanted to leave silently but there was a bell on the door that rung when the door would open. Made sense because this was a public library, right? Chester doesn't see anyone looking for books here, ever. Sighing, or what sounded like a sigh, Chester opened the door and listened as the bell rung. He didn't make another move until he was sure no one was affected by the annoying sound. Chester took another step out of the door, but of course, nothing can go his way.
"Chester? What are you doing up?" A sleepy Spike muttered. The dragon rubbed his eyes slowly and yawned while cracking his back. "It's only seven o' clock, you should get some more rest"
Spike walked over to Chester to try to pick him up, which only led to Chester picking him up, placing him on his back.
And running.
"Woah! Hold on C-chester!!!" Spike screamed, grabbing onto Chester's horns. Spike had never seen Chester run before, boy did he run fast. "Where are we going!! Chester answer me!" Chester ignored him, he followed the trail Wilson had left, something was odd about the smell of it though. He thought having Spike would be good because dragons can breathe fire and stuff. Fire = Protection! Right? Also Chester had seen Spike make things teleport with his fire! He thought it was amazing, so that also means he can teleport Chester out of danger! Selfish? Spikes face was hitting tree branches has they went though the forest, Chester felt kind of bad. He slowed down a bit and signaled for Spike to get off.
"Chester! We're in the middle of the Everfree Forest! Are you crazy? We need to get back home quickly!"
Chester shook his head violently and started to bounce towards the old castle. Spike was conflicted on what to do, walk all the way back, or just stay with Chester. Through lots of thinking, he decided to go with Chester. They were closer to the end of the forest than they were the beginning so it was the best choice.
"You mind telling me where we're going anyways? Since you dragged me out here and all..." Spike said, a hint of aggravation in his voice. Chester turned around and looked at Spike. He lowered his head to the ground and stabbed his horn into it. Then we wrote a 'W' into the cold dirt.
"Wumbo? Oh! Wumbology! You came out here to study Wumbology!" Spike said, nodding his head. Chester shook his head. He jumped on the letter a little, egging Spike on to keep guessing.
"W-W-Wilson?" Chester nodded rapidly. Spike raised an eyebrow.
"He wasn't back at the library? Oh no. Shouldn't we get the girls to come help us!?" Spike exclaimed, pointing back where they came.
Chester just started hopping to his destination and Spike followed. Soon they both saw the giant, golden city before them. The pair slowed down a little.
"This wasn't here before, how can a city just pop up out of nowhere?" Spike didn't get a response. "Y'know it would be nice to have a partner that could talk..."
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Wilson spoke with the intruder in his mind. He tried to convince it to go away, to leave him alone. At least for now.
"YOU MUST GET THE POTATO, FOOL" It hollered, causing Wilson vision to fail for a moment. The headache was getting intense now that he managed to piss off his intruder.
"Okay! Stop shouting at me!" Wilson said, hitting his forehead with his fist uncontrollably.
Luckily he wasn't out in the open as he argued. He found an alley they could duke it out in. Wilson walked out of the alley and rubbed his head where he had hit it. Looking over at the castle, he smiled evilly. Before he walked right over he checked it out for a little. Looking for entrances, exits, and other things worth noting before the one-man heist began.
"Hmm, two bishops on each of the four towers next to the castle, two rooks standing at the main entrance. The thing is littered with windows, but they're really high up." He examined. The voice in his head shouted at him to hurry or else. Wilson nodded and walked up to the main entrance.
"REALLY? THE MAIN ENTRANCE?!!!" It shouted.
"I don't see a better way to go" Wilson whispered, he wished he could shout. The two rooks at the door stopped him.
"Go, you have no business here" The right one said.
"THAT INSUFFERABLE RUNT, MAKE HIM PAY FOR DISRESPECTING YOU!!!"
Wilson turned around to respond to his..... friend.
"Stop shouting at me! I can solve this on my own" He said, frowning. "Now, guards, I understand I may not seem like I do, but I have very important business here!"
They narrowed their eyes at Wilson, waiting for him to continue.
"I have to...." He didn't even know an excuse.
"FORCE THEM TO LET YOU IN, OR I WILL MAKE YOU TRY"
Crap.
"Sorry for bothering you, sirs, I must go I don't have any business here after all, ehehehehe..." Wilson smiled sheepishly. He ran as fast as he could away from them. They just watched in confusion.
"Crazies these days.."
"Yup"
Wilson ran back to the alley, breathing heavily from the run. He ignored the pounding headache as he lowered himself to sit down. He took a moment to catch his breath before speaking.
"If we are going to get this potato we need to be smart and work together, okay? If you force me to do idiotic things I will die or be sent to jail. Then we will never get the potato and bam you ruined everything." Wilson said sternly. The voice didn't say anything back, that's a first. Wilson enjoyed his first moment of silence ever since he left the library, closing his eyes. Wilson thought to himself, thinking of everything that has happened ever since he got here. He remembered meeting Twilight, being slammed to the ground by Rainbow Dash, and fighting some hounds. He lingered on the hound fight, he made some pretty badass weaponry out of junk. Wait a minute. Wilson looked over at the trashcan to his right, standing up. He approached it, he placed his hand on the lid and opened it.
Nothing.
"Aw" He whispered. He left the alleyway, taking the lid with him. If he was going to take this Potato he needed to be prepared, even though it was close to a suicide mission. He strolled around town, looking at all the markets. "Parts", "Food", "Jewelry", "Build n' Repair" were some of the wonderfully named shops he saw. He entered "Build n' Repair" to take a look at what was in there. There was a bell above the door to signal that there was a customer. Wilson saw all sorts of equipment and weapons, as well as tons of gears and broken legs. Some of the junk he even recognized, it made him oddly happy.
"What can I do for ya sir?" A knight in a gray apron said behind a counter. He was wearing goggles and had some grease stains on his torso. Some kind of grease monkey? Eh?
"Oh, I'm uh, just looking around"
"Well okay, call me if you need anything, sir" The knight bounced into another room without another word. He was gone before Wilson could respond.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE, GO GET TH---"
"Shut up!! Just, please! Shut up! Why are you in my head anyways! Go AWAY!!!!" Wilson shouted. He began to sweat really fast, apparently screaming at yourself takes a lot.
"I AM THE VOICE OF THE POTATO, I AM THE CURSE THAT HAS BEEN PLACED UPON YOU! IF YOU WANT ME TO GO AWAY SOOOO BAD! GET THE POTATO!! HOW HAVE YOU NOT REALIZED THIS YET! I THOUGHT YOU WERE A SMART SCIENTIST!"
"W-what? You ARE the potato? Well I guess that would explain why the tattoo would only light up when you spoke or did something to me"
"FINALLY YOU GET IT, YOU FOOL"
"Okay, jeez, sorry" Wilson kept perusing the shelves. He thought about getting some of the stuff.
"Hey, voice in my hea- Potato voice?" He said.
"WHAT?
"I don't have any money to buy these things, and I will NEED them to get the potato" Wilson said. He was expecting, "MAKE THE MONEY" or "WHO CARES" but, he didn't know why he didn't expect this.
"JUST STEAL THEM! YOU'RE NEVER COMING BACK HERE AGAIN ANYWAYS" Wilson stood there, his eyes widened.
He hated to admit it but, he had a point. Plus, it's for a good cause. The cause being this entire place being out of power and stuff. Was it really the right thing to do?
"WHO CARES IF THEY LOSE POWER, THEY ARE PESTS!
"You can read my thought now! Not cool!" Wilson was worried if he'd no longer have his own space to think.
"I CAN ALWAYS READ YOUR THOUGHTS, YOU FOOL. THAT TWILIGHT PONY IS WAY OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE BY THE WAY."
Wilson's face went a deep crimson and he didn't respond. He just kept looking at the available items he'd eventually steal. After grabbing a cart from the corner of the room. He filled up to the brim with tools, weapons, junk, and other useful things he'd need. After he'd finished he stared at the door. Maybe he could just make up the money somehow?
"NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR SECOND THOUGHTS GOOOOOOO!!!! It screamed, causing a slight headache.
"OKAY! SHUT UP!" Wilson replied. The look of anger on his face went away when he saw the store owner approaching. Crap. He kicked himself for yelling, and stalling. Things couldn't ever just go perfectly.
"GOD DAMMIT NOW LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE! DEAL WITH HIM, NOW!"
Wilson began to sweat again.
"Sir, are you okay? Woah! You're purchasin' all that? Boy, my lucky day hehe" The owner smiled a little. Pff, yeah, purchasing.
"Follow me to the counter so you can buy em', okay?" The knight said. He bounced away from Wilson and rung the bell as he hopped passed the door. Wilson was thinking of ways to get out of this. If he ran out the door now the knight would notice and chase after him and probably get help from other civilians. So basically there was no way out of this besides putting everything back or... Wilson shook his head to stay away from that thought.
"OOOH. WILSON, MY BOY, DID YOU JUST CONSIDER KILLING HIM? KEEP THAT ATTITUDE UP AND WE WOULD GET ALONG MUCH BETTER HAHAHAHAHAHAHA" The voice mocked him. It was right, he did just think of that. Wilson would never bring himself to do it, however. Without a word he pushed the cart up to the counter. The knight began to pick up the items and bag them, he must've knew the prices of each one because he didn't look at the price tags at all.
"HEHEHEHE, LET ME HELP YOU OUT, WILSON!"
"No, go away"
"AAAW, YOU KNOW YOU NEED ME, LIKE YOU SAID IN THE ALLEY, WE NEED TO WORK TOGETHER"
"I said NO! Stop it"
"YOU WONT REMEMBER A SINGLE THING, I PROMISE! WOULD I EVER LIE TO YOU, PAL?"
"Okay, first off. Don't call me pal. Second, yes, I think you would lie to me. And THIRD, I WILL remember you telling me you are going to do it so basically I will always know what happened!"
"HE'S DONE PACKING THE BAGS, I'M DOING IT RIGHT NOW!!!!! MUAHAHAHA!" Wilson vision began to blur and his head started pounding.
"NO DO-" Was all Wilson could shout out loud before he lost control. His veins turned black and the whites of his eyes followed suit.
"Sir! Are you okay? What's wrong with your eyes!?" The owner said. He started to flee.
"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!? PEST!" Wilson's new, echoing voice shouted. The veins in his arms swelled with black fluid before they bursted. The sticky substance flew everywhere, and it hit the target. The knight was stuck to the wall, pinned by the black ooze.
"HELP! SOMEBODY HEL-"
Wilson held his mouth shut with one hand. He used the other to rip the knights torso open before tearing out it's gears and pipes brutally. The shattered accordion emitted sour notes as it was demolished. The entire floor was littered in metal pieces. After he had his fun he placed all of the broken parts of the Knight onto the shelves. He looked like spare parts, which got a laugh out of Wilson. The black gunk retreated back into his veins with ease.
"I THINK MY WORK HERE IS DONE" Wilson said, grabbing his bags. He walked out the door, looking back into the shop. It was like nothing just happened. Wilson walked all the way back into the alleyway and placed the bags down. Control was soon to be given back to Wilson's real self.
His eyes returned to normal, his veins became blue, and Wilson was able to feel alive again. Just before he opened his mouth to say something he passed out. He lay in an awkward position on the ground, already drooling down his cheek.
"GROSS, YOU CAN THANK ME LATER, I SUPPOSE"