//------------------------------// // Episode 11: Return of the Whacking Stick...with A Vengence! // Story: Life of a Wanted Changeling Season 3: Tyrants, Terrorists, and Tiaras, Oh My! // by Down with Chrysalis //------------------------------// Wait for her reply. Assuming she lets you, go in and try to rest and recover from the horror of fighting zombies and a demonic monster. Zecora just stares blankly at you as you lay there awkwardly waiting for her to respond to your cry for help. You start to sweat nervously as you think, Why is Zecora taking so long to respond? Is she asleep standing up or something? Oh no...did I offend her by rhyming to her or something?! Oh please Luna let that not be it! I've had a long enough night as it is! I swear to Luna if I did offend her I'm gonna kick Lady Luck’s flank! *sigh* I guess I'll just wait for her to respond. With that thought in mind you continue to stare up to Zecora and wait for a response. And stare... And stare... And stare... And sta- No! Not again with the bucking staring! I thought I was done with that! Buck it I'm goanna say something! With that thought and your hatred of long awkward stares aside, you open your mouth and say, Kichi's Comment "Sorry for coming this late at night...or early in morning, not so sure about what time it is. Been stuck in the Everfree for awhile. Anyway we need your help." This seems to snap Zecora outta it as she says, "Of course my pony friend, just enter and to you, my help I will lend." She helps you up and leads you into her hut. As you are walked in you chuckle nervously before saying, "Zecora, it's me, Bugze, your one and only very changeling friend,” you say as you take your hat and mask off. Zecora's eyes widen in recognition as she says in surprise, "My changeling friend Bugze? Is that really you or our my eyes deceiving me? For a tragedy I did hear, of how your Tenant persona did disappear.” You don’t notice a glint in Zecora's eyes as she has you rest against a nearby table as you nod your head and say, "It's me, really. You are not going to believe what happened t-why are you taking that wooden pole out and walking over to me menacingly?" Zecora doesn't respond to your question as she continues to walk towards you while smacking the pole into the ground. You gulp nervously and you begin to scout down the table in fear as you say, "Wait, Zecora please think about what you’re about to d-*Pow* *crash* *Bang* OW!" You begin to rub your head in pain as a couple of bumps start to form on your head from Zecora's attack. "Owww...why'd you hit me on the head?! I'm injured enough as it is!" you whine. Zecora only huff's in annoyance before she says, "After the news of what happened to you I was worried and sad and in pain, and this is your punishment for making me worry about you again!" You get a sudden feeling of deja vu as you feel like this happened before...that is until she smacks you again. "OW! Stop it with the whacking already! I'm sorry, but I didn't plan any of that! There was a fire and then the Doctor showed up and that stupid Nightmare that was coming! I blame magic and wibbly wobbly timey wimey things!" Zecora gives you a deadpanned look before she huffs, "Start talking, and your story better be good, And do not lie to me, I am in no mood." Zecora turns around and is about to say something else, but before she can turn back you start to feel what little adrenaline left leave you. "Hey Zecora, I'ma pass out now. See ya in the mor-*thud*" Zecora turns around in shock to see your passed out form on the ground. Zecora shakes her head before she starts to pick up your body. Meanwhile in The Inventory Applebloom wakes up and looks around to see that Shadow was sleeping. Another thing she noticed was that not only was the strange inventory very familiar, but also the room of the strange filly and her daddy. She looks over at her and see a blanket wrapped around her. She gasps at the sight because if it was not impossible, the filly was almost an exact replica of Nightshade. Apple Bloom sighs sadly at that thought and is about to go back to sleep when she hears Shadow mutter, "zZzzzZz Watashi wa anata ga sukina otōsan (I love you Daddy)." Applebloom's eyes widen in shock as she gapes at Shad-no Nightshade's form in shock. Applebloom's eyes narrow in thought as she thinks, I-it can’t be... Shadow's really Nightshade?! “zzzz…buck you lady luck…zzz…” I-it is her! I don't know how she's still around but she is! Oh I’m so glad she’s not dead, she thinks in happiness as she hugs her sleeping friend, feeling the wings under the blanket. And she's a Alicorn...so that's a thing...wait, does that mean Diamond Tiara was right? She thinks with a shiver as if Tartarus had just frozen over. But wait a minute! If Nightshade's here then that means... Appleblooms eyes widen even more as she whispers out loud, "That must mean her daddy is really Mista Tennant! I hafta tell Applejack! I’ll have to tell everypony. They’ll all be so happy!" With that said Applebloom tries to get up and out of The Inventory, only for Nightshade to hug her tightly in her sleep making it impossible to escape without waking her up. Applebloom sighs as she gives up and thinks, Well I guess I’m in no real hurry. I am still tired, so I’ll just tell them all tomorrow. And with that Applebloom falls into the land of dreams once again. AdmiralTigerclaw's Comment In the Dream Realm Applebloom’s eyes slowly open as she appears...in sompony's bedroom? Applebloom looks around in confusion until she sees...Nightshade looking over a mare in a bed? Applebloom can't help but gasp as she say's out loud, "Holy Celestia...it's really you! NIGHTSHA-" "SHHHH! Momma's very sick," she shushes. Applebloom looks at Nightshade in confusion then back to the mare in the bed. She looks like an older, darker colored Nightshade. She’s slightly bigger than Applejack, and her mane is dark blue. She almost looks exactly like Princess Luna. Applebloom looks from the Alicorn lying in the bed and back to her newly returned friend. "But we're in the dream realm, right? How can she be your Momma?" Nightshade sighs in annoyance before she turns around and says, "I said shush! I can explain a little, but you have to promise me you can't tell a soul. Okay?" Applebloom nods her head dumbly as Nightshade turns back to the sleeping mare. “I’ll be back later mommy,” she says as she hugs the prone mare before turning back to Applebloom. “Let’s not talk here,” she says as she takes Applebloom’s hoof. The room fades, and the environment changes to that of a junk food island. “This is one of my happy places,” she says. Applebloom looks around slackjawed and then back to Nightshade. “Ok, if I wasn’t sure before, I am now. You are Nightshade aintcha?” She sighs and says, “Man, I really suck at hiding my identity,” before looking back up to the Apple filly with a smile before saying, “Yeah, it’s me,” she says. Applebloom rushes forth and hugs her friend. “I knew it! I just knew it! Oh Nightshade, you’re not dead!” she cries out. “Yeah, I’m sorry for you all thinking that by the way,” Nightshade apologizes. The two fillies break the hug and Applebloom asks, “It’s alright, but seriously, why would you and your daddy pretend to be dead? We thought the changelings got you.” “Well, Daddy didn’t plan it out, it just kind of happened that way. You know how he is with fire.” “Oh yeah, but why haven’t you come back? Where have ya’ll been?” “On the run again…like always,” Nightshade says sadly. “From who? Who were you…oh wait, does this have something to do with that whole witness protection thingy?” “Huh?” “Twilight was talking about how your daddy told her you were under different names for your own protection. During the funeral, she thought it was sad that we never knew your true names.” “Oh…well yeah, I guess it has something to do with that.” “But I’m sure that if you come back, my sister and her friends can help protect you and,” “Sorry, but we can’t go back Applebloom, I’m sorry. I have to stay with daddy and mommy. They need me.” “Oh…” “And Bloom, I’m gonna need you to Pinkie Promise me that you won’t tell anypony else that we’re alive.” “But-.” “No buts, Daddy says we still have to keep it a secret, and I still trust him. So please Applebloom, promise me you won’t tell?” The yellow filly looks down in sadness before going through the motions of the promise. “Thanks AB.” “Yeah…so you’re an Alicorn now? What’s up with that?” “I…well...*sigh* I’ve always been an Alicorn, we just hid it so that we wouldn’t get attention,” she explains. “Oh…and your momma in that bed?” “She’s an Alicorn too. But again, don’t say anything about that.” “But I thought you said she had…passed on when we were at school.” “It’s…complicated,” Nightshade says rubbing the back of her neck. “But what about…” “Look Applebloom, maybe one day I can explain this all to you, but right now I’m not allowed to. Once you go home, we’ll be moving on again, so why don’t we just play now while we have the chance?” she asks pointing to the junk food landscape. Applebloom looks around and then shrugs. “Alright then,” she says with a smile. “That’s the spirit,” Nightshade laughs as they go on a chocolate waterfall ride. For hours within the dreamscape, the two fillies play, having fun and even doing some dream walking where they witness Zecora’s dreams. She appeared to be singing on stage in a fancy dress, and her hair done up instead of it's normal mohawk. After leaving said musical performance, Nightshade hugged Applebloom once more. “It’s almost time to wake up, but it was good seeing you again Applebloom,” she says. “It was good seeing you too Shade,” cries the yellow filly. They then part, but Nightshade says one more thing. “Bloom, do me one more favor when you get back home.” “Sure, what is it?” “When Spike gets back from the Crystal Empire, check up on him will ya? He went through some tough stuff…and he kind of saw me” “What? What were you doing in the Crystal Empire?” Nightshade’s face takes on a smirk as she says, “Spoilers,” as the dream begins to fade. The Next Day SnapeDrake's Comment For a brief, fleeting moment you see a tiny, shriveled alicorn lying prone on a bed... and something about her isn't right. Then your eyes open, and you bolt upright. You're in Zecora's tree. Forest light streams through a window, casting a warm feel on what'd otherwise be a spooky hollow. You notice that the blanket that was covering you is touching your bare carapace, and that none of your clothes are on. Zecora hears you and turns away from her cauldron, and gives you a smile. "Ah! My friend! Awake at last! I've brought you medicine, as asked." The Zebra sets down a cup of red liquid next to your bed. You eagerly grab the cup and drain it... though you instantly regret it as a strong taste sears through your tongue. You choke a little, doing your best to swallow the medicine. When it all goes down, you give a series of whooping coughs. "Augh! What flavor was that, Zecora, red liquid sorrow?" "....No. Cherry," the Zebra replies. "Perhaps now you feel less weary?" You give a couple more coughs, and then pull yourself to your hooves. Incredible as it sounds, you can feel the exhaustion in your muscles slowly fading away. "Yeah," you mutter. "That really did the trick." You glance towards your saddlebags. Though faint, you can hear the sound of Nightshade snoozing away in there. "She’s still asleep," you note. "Good." Turning back to your Zebra friend, you say,"Hey, Zecora. I... I need some help. I feel like I'm trapped, like everywhere I turn there's this... big chasm all around me. Would you mind if I just, like... ranted at you for awhile?" "If it would make a better day," Zecora rhymes, "Than feel free to rant away." "Good," you groan, “but you better sit down, this is gonna be long,” you warn. She sits down on the floor as you start pacing and begin your rant. "Things have... things have been complicated. A lot has happened since I last saw you. I feel that... I really couldn't explain it in less than 17,347 words, but I can try. I'm... Zecora I think I'm losing it. I went to this alternate dimension and saw just how messed up a bug I am. I saw myself through a cracked mirror, and... it was terrifying. I was always scared of my power, but now it outright disgusts me. I can't control it. I feel that now, everything I do is pointless. I'm just goanna end up a monster, killing everything around me and too far gone to give a buck. I... I'm already turning. Back in the Crystal Empire I... I ate a pony. He wasn't a nice guy, but still... that's inexcusable. I turned into a raving lunatic, a rampaging beast blind to the cries of my own daughter. That scares me. To think that I could do something like that... and even to someone I loved." Zecora’s face remains neutral at this, so you just continue. "That chasm I mentioned. It's closing in. All I've got now is me and Nightshade... and you, I guess. Any chance I had, not even at being a hero, but just at redemption in general... it's gone. Wiped away. I don't know what I can do. I can't go to town, I can't stay alone, because trouble always finds me, somehow. And what's more, what about Nightshade? I can't treat her like this. She deserves to grow up in a town, surrounded by friends and a good family. Now I've gone and thoroughly bucked up any chance of her having a future... just another tally on my list of complete failures.” The Shaman still says nothing, so you continue. "What haven't I mentioned... oh yeah. There's a terrorist group out there because of me. One that now threatens Equestria at large, and its entire innocent population, and I've made no progress in stopping them. And after the Crystal Empire incident, my mind-wife is on the very brink of death. Here I am supposed to be pulling her away from the abyss, and instead I'm just giving her a shove. Buck, I can't even fix my own mistakes. Is that truly too much to ask of me? To control my anger long enough for her to recover? Buck, I'm useless. Useless!” You knock over a chair in your frustration and continue. "I... It feels... It feels like someling has it out for me. Like... up there, there's some all powerful entity... no, a bunch of them, who've just decided to make my life a living Tartarus. They've decided that I deserve to suffer for some arbitrary reason, and now they're determined to kill me. Slowly. Hopelessly. They want me to die piece by piece, mind and body, and pin me down so thoroughly that I know I have no hope left. It's like... millions of creatures on this planet and I'm the one they decide to hate. They're up there, I tell ya. They've got a private club, where they get together and laugh at my misery, revel in my terror, discuss the best ways to leave me completely clueless and without a hope in the world. I can't do anything about it. I'm like a puppet on their orichalcum strings. My mouth is just a speaker- they're the ones doing the talking. I've got no control, no freedom, and there's no escape." Your eyes pass over the jars of exotic medicine lining Zecora's shelves. "Well... almost none." Before you can say one more thing, Zecora suddenly darts forwards, wrapping you in a sudden hug. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel her hooves wrap around you, and as you feel the affection pouring off of her. "I won't pretend to know how it feels. But life's in many ways a wagon on wheels. It rolls along the directed path. It can bounce and bump and tumble and crash. Unless you climb above the shelf. And seize control for yourself." You smile slightly as you hug her back before saying, "Thanks Zecora...I needed that." Zecora smiles at you before breaking the hug and saying, BrownDog's Comment Also, Zecora has NEVER met Nightshade yet. Don't be rude, introduce her to your daughter. “Now don’t fret my friend, for a part of you has already been healed. For when I just hugged you, that wound you did not feel.” She points to the scar on your chest and you look down, and it doesn’t look ragged and disgusting anymore. You give it a poke, and while it’s still tender, it isn’t mind blowingly painful. "Now your wounds I have healed, but your scar will still be visible and sore, but after that potion you drank, it shall bleed no more." “Thank you, Thank you, thank you!” you cry out as you hug the striped medicine mare, “You have no idea how much that was hindering me.” She chuckles before saying, “Well someone needed to fix it, and who better than me? Certainly not the one who stapled and burned you awfully.” You look back and see that the staples that Nightshade gave you, and the scorch marks from where you cauterized yourself have been removed and healed away as well. “Heh heh, yeah…” you chuckle as you rub the back of your neck. Zecora just rolls her eyes as she walks over to a basket. “Though your wounds are now scars, and scars can be sexy, I’m pretty sure that you want to be as clothed as much as can be,” she says bringing over your El Hunko clothes. They smell nice and fresh, and even some of the holes have been patched up, but they still don’t look as fancy as they once did. "I have patched them, and cleaned them of blood, but I really suggest, you get some new duds." You smile in gratitude before you say, "I know, and thank you Zecora. For everything." “It was no problem, my favorite changeling. Now if you could, would you please explain something?” “Yeah sure, what is it?” “During your rant and your tale did unwind. You mentioned something about having a wife of the mind?” “I did? Uh…” you stumble caught off guard. “I did not understand what you described. Can you please tell me, or will I have to bribe?” “I…Ok. But you can’t tell anyone else alright?” she nods at this so you continue. “She’s not really my wife…but at this point I don’t know what to label her. You see…I kind of have…the soul or spirit or shadow of an Alicorn within my mind. She’s the reason I’m so powerful…and why I’m even alive after all I’ve been through. She’s been with me for about 2 and half years now, and somehow, I still don’t know how, she and I created my daughter.” Zecora looks surprised at this, but you continue. “Yeah…the thing is back in that other world, I got wounded with Orichalcum, and she nearly died making sure I stayed alive. Now she’s weakened from what she once was, and if I use my powers, I risk hurting her. So yeah…” you look back to the Zebra as she seems to be thinking. “Okay,” she says. “Wait? That’s it? Okay?” “Well what else would you have me say?” “I don’t know, maybe ask if I’m crazy or where she came from, or something?” “Nah, tis not necessary for I know you speak true. Everything you’ve said has been emotional and passionate through and through, and it is not the craziest thing I have heard. Out in this forest, crazy is the word.” “Well, wow,” you say surprised, thankful you don’t have to reveal she was Nightmare Moon. You giver another sigh before you ask, “But yeah, as I said, she’s in a coma. Do you have anything that could help? “I’m sorry my friend, but if she’s not a physical being, I am at a lost. I have never treated someone like this by Faust.” You put your head down at this, “Well what do we do then?” "Plenty of rest, and a relaxation as far as I can tell. In a situation like this, you just have to hope and pray it will turn out well." “*Sigh* way ahead of you there, but thanks anyway,” you say as you pick up your saddlebags. You then take a look inside The Inventory to see that only Nightshade is in there asleep. Getting worried about where Applebloom is you ask Zecora, "Hey Zecora, where's Applebloom. Did she go home already?" Zecora nods her before says, “Indeed she has, I took her back this morning. After I heard from your bags the sounds of snoring. I convinced her family she had stayed the night. I told them she was scared by the dying of the light.” You give a sigh of relief before you say, “Oh, good thinking. I kind of didn’t want to run into anyling back in Ponyville. Who knows who might be looking for El Hunko.” Zecora nods her head at this before saying, “My thoughts exactly, and I hate to be rude, but is that other filly in there your daughter? If I might intrude?” You smile fondly before saying, “Yeah, that’s my little Nightshade…who I just realized I’ve never introduced you too,” you realize with a nervous chuckle. You pull your daughter out and gently wake her up. “Nightshade, Nightshade, honey wake up,” “Huh? Whazit?” she groggily says before yawning. “Honey, I want to introduce you to a friend of mine, this is Zecora, the coolest, and only, Zebra I know.” Nightshade perks awake and looks at the Zebra. “Hello, I’m Nightshade. I’ve heard a lot about you Ms. Zecora,” she says as she shakes her hoof. Zecora smiles fondly at Nightshade before she says, “And I have heard, though only in passing, of you. My name is Zecora, how do you do?” “I’m doing fine, a little hungry after fighting all those zombies, you got any food?” Zecora smiles and points to some biscuits on the kitchen table, which Nightshade runs to immediately. Zecora smiles at this before looking to you. Kichi's Comment "The strange seems to follow you my friend, but you still haven’t explained the state I found you in" "Oh right, sorry got caught up in the moment. Anyway, Nightshade and I managed to find a strange town full of zombies. Nightshade can explain her version later, but what happened was that Father Time was bucking with me and…" You then tell Zecora everything that happened in that town. Zecora listens in awe, and subconsciously grips her beating stick tighter after hearing about the Zombies. “And then I dropped on your door step, and here we are,” you summarize. "Do you have any idea what you’ve done... No?" she asks. "Uhh, yes... Fought a town full of zombies, put a soul at rest..." you begin before being interrupted. "You set free a dangerous foe" "What?" You ask surprised. "That Pyramid Head you fought was both jailer and punisher, but he too was in that jail. Now that the little spirit is resting, he is free to have his own tale" she points out. "Are you telling me that..." "Yes, you set him free and if you find him again. It could be that he will try to finish you then.” "Buck you Lady Luck! Now I might run into that freak show again! Ahug why can't I just catch a break?!" you groan. Zecora pats your back in support for awhile before you sigh and say, "Ah well, if I'm lucky enough Luna can take of that thing while it's in the dream realm. Or better yet Prince Blueball's or one of the Crimson Knight runs into him. Would serve those stupid motherbuckers right to…" With another sigh you say, BrownDog's Comment "Hey Zecora, you wouldn't happen to know any ways I could control my anger do you?" Zecora puts on a thinking pose before she says, "The easiest way, to deal with your stress. Is to simply breathe, and you'll avoid a mess. If you can breathe correctly when danger is near. Then there will be no foe that you will show anger or fear." You nod your head at this information before you ask, "But can't you, like, teach me some ways or something?" Zecora sighs as she says, "Breathing control has taken me years to master. Though I have heard of artificial ways that are faster. Masks and tubes that I don’t have personally on me now. But I believe that you will find one, some day somehow." You nod your head again, already having a breathing idea in mind, as you say, "Okay then, thanks.” “Now, how about some breakfast? These Biscuits are filling and made to last,” she says pointing to Nightshade who holds her stomach and food is still on the table. “Sweet Hearth’s Warming Eve, you’ve got to give me that recipe,” you say excitedly. The whole rest of the day, you spent relaxing and catching up more with Zecora. Nothing else big has happened since you’ve been gone, but there have been more and more crackdown measures on Changelings ever since your supposed death. Nightshade also learns a few Staff fighting moves from Zecora, increasing her fighting abilities. “Wow child, you have picked up staff fighting techniques in this short time almost professionally, You must be some sort of child prodigy.” “Really? Hah! Take that Cheerilee! I am more smarter!” Also, Nightshade let’s you know that Applebloom figured out who you two were, but she made her Pinkie Promise not to tell anyling. Thank goodness for that. “I kind of wish she could have come with us though Daddy. I don’t know why, but she feels like the sister I never had. Like she’s family,” she says. “Yeah…” you trail off because more than likely Applebloom is her kin. After a few more hours, you decide that it’s time to move on. Zecora nods and gives you some supplies. 7 Health Potions 4 Disguise Potions 8 Boxes of Macaroni and Cheese 4 Cans of Spinach 12 Boxes of Cookies 12 Cans of Beans Recipe for Filling Biscuits Added to Inventory “Well Zecora, thanks for your hospitality and saving my life once again. Hopefully next time I see you you won’t have to hit me in the head,” you chuckle. “One can only hope. You silly silly dope.” She says, before handing you a piece of paper. You take it and begin to look at it as you ask Zecora in confusion, “What’s this?” "Last night, while you slept. Someone gave me this note which I've kept. There was a knock on the door, but no one was there. Save for this note, addressed to The Bug with the Orange Hair." The parchment is written in the same writing of "Your Friend" and it appears to be a map through the woods, leading to a big red X. The writing on it says, You wanted somewhere safe? Well this is the best you'll be getting any time soon. Hope you like what you find, A Friend. “Seriously, who the buck are you buddy?” you ask aloud. Then put the map away before hugging Zecora. “Take head Bugze, for this is not the end. I will hope and pray for your safety my friend.” You break the head and nod as you put Nightshade in The Inventory and continue on, although with a few tears leaking out. You look back and wave at the Zebra who has patched you up more than anyling else in the past. You then face forward and don't look back. You take out the map and make your way towards this X Hours of Walking Later After following the trail, it’s nearly night time, and you can feel many hungry eyes peering at you. With a tingle running down your spine, you look for whatever it is you’re supposed to find. “What the buck is supposed to be here? Seriously, how is this safe?!” you shout in frustration before kicking the ground. *CLANG* “…OOOOWWWWW!!!!” you yell holding your hoof in pain. “What was that?” you ask looking down. Using the light of your horn, you see something metal under the dirt. You get out your Boomstick and slam it down, causing all the dirt to fly away, revealing a big metal hatch door. “Whoa, things just got more interesting,” you say aloud. You reach down and pull the hatch up, revealing a ladder that descends into darkness. “Okay, totally not creepy at all,” you mutter. You feel anxious about going in, but the howl of a timber wolf makes up your mind for you. You start climbing down the hatch. “If I see some long haired stallion entering numbers into a computer every 108 minutes, I’m out of here,” you snark. At the bottom of the ladder, you come across another door, but it looks much more hi tech than the other one. As you approach, a ding is heard, followed by a mechanical voice that says. “Voice Authorization Required…" “Uhhhh…” you mutter dumbfounded. “Access Granted,” the voice says, before the door swings open for you. As soon as it does, lights go on and you see an interior that you were not expecting. It looks like a finely furnished Bomb Shelter. There are couches, bookshelves, and monitors around the room, and tables with dusty files on them, and a hallway that leads to other rooms. It’s very spacious. “Whoa…” you say as you walk into the room, the door closing behind you. As you explore, you find a bed, a bathroom, a kitchen with canned food, and even a film projector. There is also a closet full of all kinds of different clothing and gear. “Hello there,” you say with a smirk knowing that those could come in hoofy. You close the closet back up and explore more, and duct taped to refrigerator is a note. You take it off, and the words on it cause you to nearly have a heart attack. It reads, Dear My No Doubt Troubled Grandson, If you’re reading this then I must have passed on to the great skies above to be with all the beautiful mares I could ever want hehe! That or I've finally launched myself to the moon or that snob of a Queen finally managed to banish me, or all three. Anyway, you must have followed escape plan 2353-32 after my passing/moon landing/banishment. And if you didn’t, then how in the heck did you find this place? Anyway I hope none of those killjoys followed ya. I've hidden here enough resources to last you a life time, or untill the heat blows over. And I mean it when I say lifetime. I got a little guardian angel watching over ya boyo, and he’s got all the time in the world. So anyway, feel free to crash here as long as you need. You can even have a mare or two or five stay over hehe. Good luck and don't get caught by that snob of a queen, she’s always been a bad influence on ya. Love Ya, Grandbuggy P.S Get me some Great-Grandkids already! You sit there staring at the letter for a long time in silence. Eventually Nightshade pops out. “Daddy? Why are you crying?” she asks. You wipe your eyes and fold the piece of paper. “Because Honey, That Old Bug is still looking out for me, even after all these years,” you tell her placing the letter into the inventory. Grandbuggy Note Added to Inventory She just shrugs and looks at the room in awe. You then explore another room, and you quickly realize that this place is ginormous. There’s still a lot of rooms you haven’t explored yet. But this one catches your eye because it has a bulletin board with Wanted Posters on it, and Files that say Fall Back Points, and Pony Aliases, and other Top Secret stuff on them. “Grandbuggy, what the heck were you involved in?” What Do You Do?