“Geez, it’s dark out here… how long have we been in there for?”
Undead Bez followed Dante, holding her head with a hoof. “I don’t really wanna think about it, honestly. I just wanna get the buck home…”
“Yeah… me too… besides, it’s kinda creepy out here.”
Undead Bez froze upon seeing the old bridge that crossed the river.
“…What?”
“Nothing! Can you… go first?”
“…you okay there, Bezzy? Are you not that hungry?”
She looked up. “Er… I’m alright, Dante. What about you? Are you having a good time at least?”
Dante swallowed his bite of eclair. “The best! I’ve never had this much fun of a weekend since… well, I don’t even know!”
Undead Bez smiled at him; that was all that mattered to her. “Heh… glad to hear. You think we take the rest of this home?”
Dante lay in the hospital bed, breathing shakily as his CPAP mask helped him just bring air into his lungs. He really didn’t know how much longer he had to stay here. “...damn it…”
He was… kind of scared.
The slow rise and fall of his chest was the only thing keeping him sane at this point. Even though he thought his ribs would be completely crushed, the only thing he was having to worry about so far was his lungs...somehow, his ribs turned out alright.
Undead Bez opened her eyes, pushing her tangled mane out of her face and sitting up. Dante was right by her side, presumably having been watching her the whole time.
She blinked, blushing a bit. “Oh, hey… what are you doing?”
Dante blinked his bright red eyes, and as he realized what a trance he’d been in, his face began to glow the same color. “O-Oh, ehm….”
“…How’s your leg doing?”
Bezier grit her teeth as she walked outside the building, seating herself down on the sidewalk and folding her forelegs.
“Yeesh. Laser Tag didn’t go so well?”
“Not this time.”
Undead Bez looked over. “What happened? Were you the first one out again?”
“Mhm. And Griff won the game again.”
“That’s... nice?”
“Now where did Pharynx put the acrylics?” Bezier muttered as she rummaged through the shelves. “I swear, if he left any of them wide open, I’m not gonna be paying for them this time.”
“Check the bottom shelf.”
“Okay, sure, let me just—” Bezier froze, blinking. That was not Pharynx. At all. “Wait a minute...”
“Hmph. I see this ‘Griff’ thinks he’s so smart, always smug when he gets his moment of victory. Geez.”
Undead Bez grumbled as she trotted through Griff’s home. Bezier said she’d be here. I have no clue why she’d even wanna...
She looked around.
“Where are they anyway?” She wondered aloud. “Which room is this anyway?”
“I just found a place where they make the best eclairs.”
“Ooh, really? Where is it?”
“Not too far from here! We just need to cross that bridge over there!”
“A… bridge? Um… which bridge?”
“That large one a couple feet away from us. I know there’s quite a few bridges in Ponyville, but—”
We decided to make more of these two.
“…and here is my condo!”
Undead Bez trotted in, taking a moment to gaze around the room. “Woah… it’s nice in here.”
“It’s a shared space. Luckily my bros won’t be home until maybe tomorrow. They’re out partying. Without me. Again.” He sighed and rolled his eyes.
“…why do they do that?”
“Thanks for bringing me to the apartment, Bezzy… I don’t think I’d make back it in even a year.”
“It’s no problem, buddy...” she responded, in the midst of wrapping up Dante’s back leg; the one he scratched against the wooden boards when he nearly fell through the bridge.
“…Are you still upset?”
“About what?”
Undead Bez and Dante sat under a tree, the latter eating a box of Pocky Sticks. Strawberry-flavored ones.
“Me and Bezzy always had a bad history with Pocky Sticks, ya know that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Long story, but it involved two changelings and a phone…”
“So, how have you been the past few days?”
“I dunno, honestly... it feels like I’ve been shot in the chest multiple times.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah. I’m not able to describe it properly, but... let’s say I also feel like I’ve been nothing but a punching bag.”
“...okay then.”
“...You wanna head to that restaurant we went to, like a month ago?”
“…Dante?”
The taller changeling looked over with a canted brow, sitting up and rubbing his head.
“Hey… how are you feeling?”
“I-I guess I’m alright…Wha…what happened…?”
“It’s kinda hard to explain. You had some sort of panic attack…”
“O-Oh…oh no…”
Undead Bez bit her lip, afraid she might have said something wrong. “W-What?”
“I-It happened, didn’t it…? W-Where’s my gun?” He began frantically patting himself down.
“Gun? Oh… did you leave it at the table?”
Bezier continuously stared out the window of the restaurant, trying to ignore the ramblings of her acquaintance, who... wasn’t really your average acquaintance, to say the least.
“So uh... why’d we even come here, anyway?”
“Look, it wasn’t supposed to be a ‘we’ thing,” Bezier replied. “I was intending on coming here by myself.”
Have some Undead Bez:
A small horde of zombified changelings trudged through the ruins of Ponyville, groaning and hissing as they absent-mindedly looked for yet another living being to feast on.
“Hey, guys! Hey, slow down!” a voice called from behind them.
“Hey Dante, I’m finally back! Are you home?”
Undead Bez was met with a muffled, booming sound, presumably from Dante’s studio.
“…Huh. What’s he up to?” She inquired aloud, stepping closer to the source of the bass heavy music. Should I knock? Would he even hear me? she wondered as she reached the door to the studio.
“Yo!” A voice answered, as the music stopped.
“…Huh. That was easy.”
“Who’s there?”
“Hey, Raspberry.”
“Licious!”
A collab with Griff. Enjoy.
Dante grunted as he tumbled through the double doors of the frozen yogurt shop, avoiding the swarm of paparazzi outside. His peer followed in immediately after, pushing through the doors and breathing heavily.
“What was that all about?”
“...me, actually...my fans’re crazy. I’d better be lucky they didn’t go for the glasses.” Dante grinned victoriously, flicking his shuttered glasses.
Another collaboration with Griff. Enjoy.
Basher stormed out of the gas station station, firmly kicking an empty plastic cup on the ground along the way. “Ignorant jerks,” he gruffed, ruffling his leather overcoat with the agitated scrunch of his muzzle, sending another piece of litter flying with a smack of his hoof as he sat down on the concrete.
“Brother, have you seen Bezier anywhere?”
“Not lately. She’s not in the art room?”
“I checked it three times, Thorax. No sign of her.”
“I’m guessing she didn’t say where she was heading?”
“Nope. I just found some weird sticky note that read ‘enjoy some time away from me, smiley face’. Not sure what the buck she even meant by that.”
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