Sparkle Awakens
Being mindful of my balance was one of the more frustrating things about losing a leg, and for the third time that day, I toppled to the side after reaching for something with my left foreleg. I could support myself on two legs, but only if they weren’t on the same side.
Two weeks hadn’t been enough time to fully adapt to the missing hind leg. Even if I’d gone to physical therapy instead of “checking out” out the next morning, my days would have still been full of aches, pitying looks from others, and balance worse than a drunk on a tightrope.
It had been the second time I’d needed to relearn how to walk, and it took practicing nearly every waking moment of the first couple days just to get to the point where I could walk across the room without falling. Even then, Dash’s pet tortoise, Tank, outpaced my awkward shuffle-hop.
With a sigh, I stood and grabbed the aluminium in my teeth, wincing at the metallic tang. I’d been great at remembering I had clubs instead of hands, but lately, I was accidentally punching all sorts of things. Scratching an itch got rid of it, but often left a bruise first.
Equestria had to have received its prosthetic supply from a pirate surplus store. The length of wood was an ugly thing that chafed like steel-wool underpants, and fastening the damn thing’s straps without magic or extra help was as difficult as eating just one chip. It had taken less than an hour before the pegleg was hurled out the window. Oddly enough, none of the diamond dogs had brought it back and asked me to throw it again.
My ear flicked as I resumed work on the artificial leg, checking back and forth between the borrowed anatomy textbook—the most understandable of four—and the pile of metal and plastic.
I laid my head on the worktable and groaned—learning pony anatomy was more difficult than blindfolded dentistry. There were so many muscle groups to take into account, and it was no picnic to learn how all the parts interacted with each other. It had taken ages to stop giggling about the things I could do with the artificial version of a leg’s cannon.
My ear flicked again.
“Gears!” The voice was barely audible over a slowly increasing whistle that would have sent me running for shelter if I didn’t know the culprit. Hopefully, the door was still unlocked, since deadbolts were somewhat expensive.
Even turning to face the entrance felt weird, but there wasn’t a lot of time to dwell on it before the door burst open and a blue bolt careened through the living room and into the large cushion propped against the opposite wall. It was a testament to diamond dog architecture the wall didn’t shudder from the impact.
Crashing into someone’s home was an odd way of showing friendly affection, but then again, so was calling Twilight an egghead. “Morning, Dash.”
Rainbow Dash shook her head and jumped back into the air, hovering towards me. “Yeah, good morning to you too, but get your leg and let’s go!”
“It’s not finished.”
“What do you mean ‘not finished’?” Dash was zooming in circles around my ceiling, coming dangerously close to the mostly barren shelves. I had to wonder what had her so riled up, since she usually took another ten minutes to get to that point. “Didn’t they give you one before you got out of the hospital?”
“Wearing nothing at all is better than that stick. I’m building my own.”
She landed beside me and raised a brow as I gestured at the project. With a shrug, she said, “If anypony can make one, it’s you. But, that doesn’t matter. I need to get back to the hospital. Get there as fast as you can.”
She barely made it off the ground before I shouted, “Wait!” Dash glared at me like I was keeping her awake after a double shift and caffeine crash. “The hospital? Did somebody get hurt?”
“Hurt? No. Twilight woke up!” She did a double-take as I rushed past her. “Why’d they even give you a leg in the first place?”
My jump strength wasn’t what it used to be, and instead of leaping into the cart parked outside, I crashed headfirst into the tailgate. Even with blurred vision and ringing ears, I could see and hear Dash busting a gut. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” After a while, you start to get used to head injuries, but the first couple minutes were always a bitch.
“You okay?”
“I’ll live.” I was on my way to the hospital anyway.
“Good, now I don’t feel bad about laughing. See you when you get there.” And just like that, she was gone.
There was something strange about following a rainbow to a hospital instead of a pot of gold.
Ponyville General Hospital was on the other side of town, but the lack of ponies on the outer roads meant I didn’t have to slow down. I probably still should have, but eh.
The corners of my mouth instantly tugged down as I looked at the building before me—a glance at the hospital was all it took for the phantom pain to start up again. It didn’t look any busier than normal, so they must have been trying to keep Twilight’s status quiet. Even though she really didn’t do anything as a princess, there would have been a crowd of reporters to fight through if they’d caught a whiff of her waking up. If my luck held out, Redheart wouldn’t be working.
“Morning, Nurse Tenderheart.” So far so good, except for the few ponies in the lobby who thought their staring was subtle.
“Good morning, Sterling. Go on ahead, I’ll sign you in.” They’d only let me sign in once before offering to do it themselves. It hurt my pride a little to know a doctor’s writing was more legible.
“See, this is why you’re my favorite nurse.”
“I bet. Try not to jump out the window this time.” Even with the pencil in her mouth, she came through loud and clear.
“Don’t put an orderly outside the room then.”
Tenderheart called after me as I started down the hall, asking why my prosthetic was missing. After I’d explained, I hurried down the familiar route to Twilight’s room, the ache growing worse the further I went.
The ever-present smell of antiseptic was making me nauseous, and I couldn’t help but be wary of any patient that passed by. I was starting to doubt hospitals would ever feel safe. A moan from one of the rooms startled me, but it was nothing more than somepony whining about being sick.
One of the two guards outside Twilight’s room looked my way, and his expression turned pitiful, something I’d seen too much during the previous weeks. It was a small comfort they remembered who I was and didn’t bar my way. Most of the ponies inside the room weren’t any better, and only Dash and Pinkie still saw me like they used to, instead of as an invalid.
The assortment of “Get Well Soon!” cards and flowers was different every time I visited, and I suspected Pinkie was responsible. The hospital room was a little crowded with Twilight, her parents, Spike, and the rest of the Mane Six. Fortunately, I took up less room than the average pony.
Twilight Velvet, Sparkle’s mother, stumbled over her words when she saw me, but at least she didn’t go silent that time. When I’d first woken up, Sparklebutt’s parents were already in the hospital, and they’d been talkative when they were thanking me for saving their daughter.
“Oh, Sterling… I’m so sorry.” Twilight Sparkle’s voice quavered as tears dripped onto her food tray.
“It’s fine, Twilight. I have spares.” I sat next to Pinkie, who giggled at the joke as she scooted over to make room.
“How can you joke about a life-altering injury?”
“Because it’s mine and I’m not going to let it win. We can talk about this more later, but I’m not the one who slept in for a couple weeks.” It was hard enough tolerating the pain without her reminding me.
Pinkie poked her head between us and goofily grinned. “Even Dashie couldn’t sleep for that long.”
“Hey!” Dash glared at Pinkie, but failed to suppress a smirk as everybody—couldn’t rightfully say “everypony” with Spike in the room—chuckled.
Twilight polished off the rest of her food over the first few minutes of conversation. She didn’t bring up the leg again, but she was still on the verge of tears every time she looked at me. It hurt to know I might have another pony looking at me with little more than pity.
The conversation made it easy to mostly forget where I was, and even the phantom pain subsided after a while. Granted, it was impossible to know if it’d be back in five minutes or five days, but I took what I could get.
Night Light and Velvet were the first to leave, insisting they had some errands to run before catching the last train back to Canterlot. Then Spike left, and one by one, the others excused themselves until I was the only one left with Twilight.
“That’s not suspicious at all…”
“I figured it wouldn’t get past you.” Twilight shrugged and nommed the nearest flower arrangement, startling me before I remembered it doubled as a gift basket if you were a pony.
“You aren’t very subtle either. So, what did you want to talk about? Or did I draw the short straw and have to give you a belly rub?”
“Wait, what?”
A familiar presence entered the room, sounding mildly amused as she spoke. “Sterling Gears, please leave Princess Twilight Sparkle be while she is recovering.”
“Hey there, Celestia. Guess this explains why you weren’t here when I showed up.” Even though she hated the title herself, not saying “Princess” made Twilight’s eye twitch.
“That is correct. I regret not being able to take the time to speak with you sooner, but there were pressing matters to attend to.” The door glowed gold and closed with a click. “What we must discuss is not meant for the ears of others.”
“I think I know what this is about, but didn’t you get the report I sent through Spike?”
“So that’s what that was,” Celestia muttered, then cleared her throat and said, “I am sorry, Sterling, but your message was unclear. My sister and I decided the best option would be to speak with the two of you simultaneously, but first, Twilight, how are you feeling?”
“As exhausted as if I’d read every book in the library in one sitting. I still have an awful headache, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. It was much worse when I woke up, but it subsided after a few minutes.” Twilight paused to catch her breath, then looked in my direction. “I’m still upset about what happened to Sterling.”
“I see. And what about you, Sterling? Luna has mentioned speaking with you a few times, but there were problems with the stability of your dreams.” Celestia sat down near the head of Twilight’s bed. “She said there is a fair chance you wouldn’t remember the conversations at all.”
“I don’t, sorry. I can’t even remember dreaming at all over the past couple weeks. Other than that, I lost my best friend as well as my leg, but avenged the crap out of a lot of universes, so I guess it kind of evens out.” They always go on about being wary of revenge, but if the world is saved at the same time, you’re just one of the good guys.
“How many is ‘a lot’?”
“That thing went on and on about eternity and an infinite number of infinities, so ‘a lot’ is about as accurate as I can get.”
“I can vouch for her, Prin—Celestia.” Twilight winced and rubbed the base of her horn. “I’ve—I’ve seen them.”
Celestia raised her brow as she looked to me, but I could only shrug. “Perhaps both of you should start from the beginning.”
There was no conflict between Twilight’s story and mine, but Celestia shared my unease when Twilight didn’t bat an eye when recounting how Grue had mangled my leg like an eager corgi with a piece of rawhide. The doctors said I was probably in so much pain because of how it felt before the amputation.
“... and then I fell on my face. Then I woke up in the hospital, and you know the rest.” Rubbing my leg helped abate some of the pain that had cropped up towards the end of the story.
Twilight, who had nothing to say after describing how painful it was to absorb what was left of Grue after the explosion, still looked like she blamed herself for what happened, but much less than before. “I had no idea you actually needed to drag me out of there with how injured you were, not to mention lift me through the rift.”
Twilight stumbled as she stepped off the bed, but Celestia steadied her with a wing.
“Thank you so much, Sterling.” Twilight wrapped her forelegs around me and buried her face in my mane, making me regret not bathing before I’d headed to the hospital. “Without you, I’d be… I wouldn’t be here.”
“You make it sound like I could have left you there.” I chuckled and eased her off. “I’m surprised this is the first you heard of it. Now get back in bed.”
“If you insist.” Her hoof caught the edge of the mattress, and she stumbled again. “I’m okay. Sterling, there’s no way I could have already known. The others had an idea of what might have happened, but said you haven’t talked about this with anypony, even Pinkie, and wanted to leave the details to you.”
“I thought I talked with her about everything.” Pinkie had lost Dave as well, and even though she wasn’t as close to him as I was, she had to be hurting as well. I’d been a terrible friend.
“She said you’ve rarely left your home since leaving the hospital—you really should stop breaking out every time you’re a patient, by the way.”
Rolling my eyes, I turned to Celestia. “You’ve been quiet. What’s on your mind?”
She didn’t even look at me. “Sterling, your heroic actions guaranteed Twilight’s safety at the cost of your own.”
“Just don’t forget Dave if this gets in the history books.”
“I would not dream of it.” Celestia sighed and frowned as she turned back to Twilight. “There is yet one thing to be addressed. Twilight, you said that you’ve seen the other universes that fell victim to the darkness. Is there more to the tale after you fell unconscious?”
Twilight smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry, Celestia. Could you repeat that? My thoughts got away from me.” She must not have heard any of it, because when the question was repeated, her ears flipped back at mach three and she whimpered. “I-I really don’t want to think about it again.”
“Please, Twilight. Confide in us, or we cannot help. Just start at the beginning and work from there,” Celestia said, giving her disarming smile number seven, the genuine one.
“It all happened so fast at first. One moment, I’m going to check how badly Sterling was injured by the explosion, and the next, my head is screaming in agony while I’m lost in a storm of anguish and half-broken images. I suspect when that thing was destroyed, it released all the magic it still contained, and I was easily the most magically absorbent… anything in that entire pseudo-plane.” Words were flying out of her mouth fast enough to almost give Pinkie a run for her bits.
Twilight started shaking as she continued, “For a brief moment, I saw everything that monster had consumed in its hunger. Then it was memories. Too few were of Equestria, and I spent what felt like months being forced to watch the fall of Sterling’s world alone.”
An uneasy feeling rose in my gut. There was a reason I was hesitant to talk about some things. “How can you be sure it’s mine?”
“I saw you in a few memories. I don’t know how, but I instantly knew it was you, even though you weren’t a pony. It wasn’t lying when it said you had been marked for a long time.
“I felt every bite, every rotten hand clamping onto live flesh. Yours wasn’t the only world destroyed with zombies, but it was the most vivid. There were so many other worlds, but each one was more faded and hole-ridden than the last, until all that remained was the pain. I couldn’t hide—closing my eyes did nothing. To know what could have happened to this world if we hadn’t succeeded… I’m not going to sleep anytime soon.”
“I am truly sorry both of you had to go through such an ordeal. What it took from both of you is a price higher than any should have to pay.” Hairline fissures snaked through Celestia’s composure during the story, and the strain on her face was almost heartbreaking.
“I’ll admit it’s a larger battle scar than I prefer, but we still won. Hopefully I can finish the prosthetic before the next crisis pops up, because chances are I’ll end up sucked into that too.”
“The hospital should have supplied you with one.” Celestia frowned as she looked toward the door.
“It was a stick.” How many times was I going to have to repeat it? “I’m just going to mash thaumite together until I get something that works rig—”
Apparently, Twilight had regained enough coordination to tackle me, her fresh tears dampening my fur. “Never change, Sterling.”
Her fetlock—all that time spent muzzle-deep in an anatomy textbook was starting to pay off—was digging into my throat and made it difficult to speak. “Um, okay? I’m glad to see you’re feeling well enough to put other ponies in a chokehold.”
Stepping back, she laughed nervously and apologized. “It’s just refreshing to see you handle this like it’s any other problem.”
Part of me wanted to point out she was being really huggy, but one look at her face and I changed my answer to a shrug. “Glad I could help, I guess.” I glanced to Celestia with my best this-is-getting-awkward-so-would-you-say-something-already face.
“Twilight Sparkle, do not hesitate to contact me if you ever need to further discuss what you have witnessed.” She didn’t signal me in any fashion, but I knew what she wanted me to say—not that I wouldn’t have said it if Celestia hadn’t been around.
“It’s not like I’m very hard to find either. I’m not exactly very mobile right now.” Once again, I was the only one who chuckled.
Twilight frowned as she glanced between me and Celestia. “I couldn’t possibly push this off onto anypony else.”
“Don’t give me that crap or I’ll head to Canterlot, find your friendship reports, and beat you with them until you talk.” Something in Celestia’s bemused expression told me she’d probably be waiting at the train station with a crate carrying every scroll Twilight had ever dracogrammed. On second thought, she’d probably need two crates and a satchel. “I’m not saying to write a weekly newsletter. I can’t know exactly what you went through, but I’ve survived a lot of the stuff you saw. Hearing about it won’t do much to me.”
“I… I’ll think about it.”
“Not good enough. You’re thinking about it now and probably leaning towards ‘I’m going to keep putting it off and hope you forget’.” There was a loud clop as somepony stomped their hoof. It took a bit to realize it was me.
“Have faith in your friends, Twilight.” Celestia should have been a bit more firm, but she was either worried that her student would think differently of her or that I was supposed to be doing all the convincing for some pointlessly cryptic reason.
“I do! It’s just that some of the things I saw… I don’t want it to haunt them too.”
“Don’t be a martyr. Your friends are tougher than you think, and no matter what you’ve seen, it’ll hurt less if you… share it…” I frowned, realizing I’d just learned a lesson on friendship. “You’re already in the room, Celestia. I’m not sending a letter on what I learned.”
She blinked in confusion. “Very well.”
I wasn’t about to trade horror stories with Twilight, but opening up would help me as well. Besides, my options were a little limited, because some of my issues were probably also state secrets. “I don’t care if you’re knocking on my door saying ‘Sterling, I’m sorry it’s two in the morning, but I need somepony to talk to.’ If you need to, do it.”
Instead of tackling me in another hug—which was a shame, since I was going to duck under it to mess with her—Twilight sank into her bed and sighed. “Alright, but only if you do the same.”
“Pinkie Promise?”
Twilight nodded without hesitation, and we carried out the sacred ritual while Celestia tried to hide her smirk. Sunbutt could laugh it up all she wanted. I knew where she slept. Well, the general area, but Luna would help me narrow it down for a good prank.
“I am very proud of both of you.” I couldn’t see myself going out of the way to earn Celestia’s approval, but hearing her say that made me feel like a foal whose crayon art had just been displayed on the most prestigious of venues, the fridge. “The support you offer one another will be vital to your recovery.” Twilight’s grin wavered, and she rubbed her head. “And speaking of recovery, it is about time to adjourn our little meeting.”
A flash of light blinded me, and Celestia’s usual aura vanished. A white pegasus with a pink mane stood nearby, gesturing for me to follow. “Come, Sterling, let us leave Twilight to her rest.”
When I did little more than fidget, Twilight chuckled and playfully shooed me away. “I’ll be fine. I’m feeling like I need a nap anyway.”
“It’s not that. My leg fell asleep.”
It took a couple minutes before I could move, but eventually, Celestia and I said our goodbyes. The guards stationed outside the room glanced at us, but remained silent as ever.
“My most-trusted guards are privy to a few secrets,” Celestia whispered. I sincerely hoped she was reading my expression rather than my mind.
Our slow pace was frustrating, but she didn’t seem to mind. “How have you been, Sterling? We don’t speak very often.”
Nopony else was nearby, though that did little to stop the clopping of others’ hooves echoing through the wide halls—Equestrian public buildings were always noisy, and I hadn’t quite mastered the art of tuning out the sound of hooves.
“Sterling?”
Even then, I could still hear the coughs. Most of them were light, but more than a few ponies were trying to eject their lungs. Sneezes were rare, but that wasn’t a symptom to watch out for.
“Are you alright, Sterling?”
My mobility was shot. Getting away would be nigh impossible, and stealth would be almost as difficult. I looked around the hallway, trying to pinpoint ambush spots. The surprise attacks were never intentional, but that didn’t make them any less effective.
“Sterling Gears.” The words rang in my ears with the authority of a regent, and a wave of power washed over me. Nothing felt different, but my attention was drawn to “Sunny Skies.” There was no indication she was the one who spoke, but I knew better.
“I really don’t like hospitals.”
“I have heard. Do you wish to talk about it?”
“I don’t think this is the appropriate place. Who knows would could be listening in?”
She giggled and draped a wing over my back. “I have my ways.”
“Oh, right. Laws of reality optional.” Snorting, I rolled my eyes. “There’s nothing to really talk about. Was trapped in a hospital for a couple months. Just another of those cases where I wonder how much was me and how much was Grue pulling the strings.”
“If you do not wish to discuss it with me, perhaps you will bring it up with Twilight.”
“Why did you want me to help her so badly? Isn’t there anybody with actual training who could help better? Even then, wouldn’t you be a better option?” Unless she wanted me to give Twilight another temporary power boost with a blasting rod, there wasn’t much I could do.
Celestia sighed and looked off into the distance. “I believe confiding in a friend is the best option available to her, and even if you don’t think so, this is what Twilight needs. Please, Sterling, as a favor to me, help her recover.”
Shocked at how desperate she sounded, I stumbled and almost took her with me. She wasn’t asking as a princess. She was asking as a friend. “I’m not about to leave her be. You saw how hurt she was.”
“Twilight draws much strength from her friends, and I rather she relied on them instead of her mentor. Thank you, Sterling.” She nuzzled me, and we walked the rest of the way to the lobby in amicable silence.
“I’ll see you later, Ce—Sunny. I need to stop at the pharmacy.”
She smirked at the slip. “Alright. It was good speaking with you again. Have a good day, and don’t forget about the appointment tomorrow.” With any luck, I’d left myself a note at home, because I had no idea what she was talking about.
It took little effort to get the prescription refilled, but when I went to pack them, I realized my saddlebags were still at home. Not wanting to hold the bottle in my mouth all day, I stuffed it into my mane, thankful I hadn’t tamed the unruly mess. I’d heard each side was supposed to be brushed a hundred times every night, but I always got bored somewhere around three.
Despite my nerves being frazzled from the hospital, I felt refreshed. Sunset was a couple hours off, but there was nothing left for me to do in Ponyville. I hadn’t really felt like mingling with the pack for a day or two, but that was no excuse. It was time to actually be a beta. I wouldn’t even rely on Spot to give a report—I was going to check everything myself.
Every time I went down into the caves, the pack reminded me of how amazing they were when working with stone. As trade with Ponyville had continued, several dogs had found a knack for stonecarving and decided the caves could use a bit more attention. So far, most of the main tunnels had been levelled and smoothed, and even the main cavern had been cleaned up a bit.
Pinkie had the bright idea to teach them the basics of rock farming. After the lesson, I still had no idea how it worked, but the rest of the pack understood it well enough to set up a couple fields on the surface.
The last project I needed to check was the tunnel leading directly to Ponyville. Mayor Mare had been furious I’d gone behind her back at first, but she couldn’t deny the tunnel had saved lives and expedited trade. The pack was industrious, but there was a lot of track to lay, and it would be at least a month or two to get down there as well as another couple months for the return rails. Things were running smoothly, but I couldn’t help but wonder how long it would last.
Night still hadn’t fallen by the time I closed my front door and looked around to make sure Dash hadn’t knocked over anything earlier.
There was only one thing she could have knocked off the shelves, and I was surprised Dave’s hat hadn’t ended up on the other side of the room. Rarity had refused to accept any sort of payment, but that didn’t stop me from stuffing a small bag of bits in her mailbox when she wasn’t looking.
“Really wish you were still around. Don’t even know what I’m doing half the time, and there’s no ‘inner’ voice pointing me in the right direction. I can’t even hang out with you and Luna in my dreams anymore.” I needed a break. “During the day, the quiet’s the worst part. And I know they’re gone, but at night, I can still hear the voidlings’ whispers.”
I looked back towards the materials on my workbench. “I bet you’d have an idea for getting that to work. Something like building a kinda flexible base to tide me over until I figure out how to put together a decent shock absorber and artificial knee… That could work.”
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A loud banging jolted me awake, and I blearily looked around until more noise made me realize it was just a visitor’s knocking. Celestia’s reminder came to mind, as did the note I’d forgotten to look for. Then again, I probably hadn’t left one in the first place.
“Coming!” Hobbling to the door worked out a few of the kinks from falling asleep at the table, but sitting through a meeting with some Canterlot official wasn’t going to be much fun when I felt like I needed to pop my everything.
At least whoever was at the door had enough courtesy to remain quiet until I opened the—wow, that was bright. I wondered if I was the only one getting the special treatment or if she made a hobby out of blinding random ponies everyday.
“Sterling Gears?”
I nodded as I squinted to make out who was talking. So far, I’d learned she was a talking, yellow-and-green blob, maybe even a pony.
“I’m the representative from the archaeology branch of the Historian’s Guild, and we had a meeting scheduled for today. You came highly recommended by both princesses.” Even though her words were calm, there was a restrained fire to her voice, like if Dash had a workaholic sister.
“For what?” My eyes were starting to ache from all the squinting, but they’d adjusted enough to make out a pair of wings.
“That’s what I’m here to discuss. May I come in, or are we going to remain in your doorway?”
I stepped aside to let her pass and take a chair. The green turned out to be a vest with more pockets than stitches, making it the most clothing I’d seen on a pony since I arrived.
“Should’ve brought a torch. No wonder she couldn’t see,” she muttered, shifting in her seat before giving up and moving to a different one.
“I never got your name.” Readjusting to the darkness was much easier, and the pegasus quickly came into focus.
Daring Do looked at me like Applejack had bucked me in the head one too many times, and she deadpanned, “Really?”
“Never mind.”
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SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
IT's out!!!
also......
FIRST
Hmm, I think I'll mark this for later reading. Always thought the last one ended a bit abruptly so seeing it continue is nice.
YEAH! Woot woot! Can't wait for more! Will Dave be coming back? I thought that such a thing may occur as Twilight absorbed Grue (sp?) who absorbed Dave. Maybe the thoughts and memories that created Dave could be transferred back so she has the knowledge at least. I think I may have to read number one again soon... anyhoo. Until next time, HgSpartan
Really happy to see you've made a sequel.
Can't wait to see where this story goes.
Greatness has returned! This is one of the funniest stories I have read on this or any sight, so keep it up. If you don't mind that is.
A sequel
CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS FANFICTION SERIES WRITERS YAY
I am glad that you are steel writing this story. I sum how lost the story and I have just found it again. This was a good chapter and I can't wait to see the next one so keep up the good work you are doing.
Dragonfox
... I have waited long time for this. I have big plans for you....
Oh this will be fun.
4395739 you know being first is the same as being the number One, which according to three dog night is the loneliness number the ever was.
4401000 Awww looks like someone is jelly...i will take lonely over somepony being strangely obsessed with jars of me any day
but really i dont care about that, i just did it cause it was there. no what i care about is awesome story that is awesome got an awesome sequel
good to see this back Lab, cannot wait for more of Gears' antics and hoping that Dave will make a come-back, as always watching and waiting
*crawls under Gears' bed, snout poking out from underneath*
4403912 That'd be a very conspicuous lump; I did away with the space under beds in my headcanon. Didn't make sense to have something ponies had to jump into and out of.
4403966 i can hide in any opening! no matter how small!
can i have a hoof getting out from under here? i seem to be stuck... curse me and hiding under objects!
4403976 I have it on good authority that there's room behind the sofa.
4403981 hrm... i shall take it my good sir/madam/CELESTIADAMNEDTIREKSPAWN!/thing!
EXCELSIOR! ALLON-SY! SOME OTHER FAMOUS QUOTE!
Whoo!
I don't know how many times I've asked you about a sequel, but I can stop bugging you now!
Now just waiting for the long awaited update to the long awaited sequel of the not so long awaited stories I've read. And that's alot of 'long awaited's
Gonna break my usual rule and give this a thumbs-up before the second chapter arrives. Don't let me down, Labs!
After careful consideration, I have determined that this writer, "Lab" is actually rather good at it. Let the world look on in awe and wonder!
Ohhhh man, dis gonna be good.
Story detected, commence read.
4395809 Hey, look who it is!
9 months after I read the first story on this site, and I finally found one of your comments. I was starting to wonder if we would ever be part of the same thread.
That's an interesting idea you have, Twilight being the source of Dave's return. Now I wonder if Twilight will get a certain new imaginary friend...
Re-reading, and
is still amazingly awesome.
That's something you can really only get from HiEs, in fact.
squeeeeee
Simultaneously touching and funny.
I looked back towards the materials on my workbench. “I bet you’d have an idea for getting that to work. Something like building a kinda flexible base to tide me over until I figure out how to put together a decent shock absorber and artificial knee… That could work.”
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This is chapter one..... CHAPTER ONE DUDE! I just finished bawling over Dave and now I need more tissues again.
Anywho, glad this has a sequel; I can't wait for its completion.
Oh take it like a mare! ;]
Also, y u no romance tag? ._. That's prime grounds for some cuddling, and Twilight is already being sorta aggressive... ;]