• Published 19th Nov 2017
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Would You Kindly? - JXWheeler



What risks would you take to protect daughters that are not yours, in a body born from fiction?

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Death Is Only The Beginning

Author's Note:

Hey everypony! After years of being in limbo, I can finally release this chapter. Writer's block, bouts of depression, family drama, and this pandemic have all contributed to this story's delay. Hopefully, it wont take as long this time for the next chapter to be released. 'Hopefully' is the keyword here though.

Now to address why this chapter doesn't connect to the first one. I designed it that way since I was inspired by the movie 'The Outsiders' and how they started the movie with the beginning of a letter, then ended the movie with the end of the letter.

“What was supposed to have been a short weekend of fun at the comic book convention, also known as Comic Con, has quickly turned into a long weekend of uncertainty and panic. One by one people have started to go missing with little to no evidence to suggest if they ran away, or if they were kidnapped. Out of the two-hundred forty-five that attended the weekend event, over forty of them have been confirmed to have gone missing. We go live now to the scene of the mystery where-” The sentence was left unfinished by the female newscaster because the television got switched to a different channel.

“Hey, I was watching that!” Shouted the guy sitting at the bar to the frowning bartender.

“Look, Christopher, you have been sulking in here for the past two weeks getting drunk and passing out. I know your girlfriend was one of the people to have gone missing, but you can’t keep wasting yourself away like this. When was the last time you even got out of that suit?”

Christopher Cortez, also known as Chris, is a man in his late thirties with long, curly brown hair, a tan skin complexion, and thick black glasses. He is wearing the brown diver’s suit that Subject Delta wore in Bioshock 2, the helmet having been placed on the chair next to him. Around his waist is a dark brown utility belt that has three fake plasmid bottles attached to it, and an improvised raw ADAM jar of liquid lime jello within one of its pouches.

Chris glared at the bartender and just poured himself another drink from the bottle of whiskey in his hand. Downing the cup in one gulp, he decided to respond. “Hey, fuck you Ben! Sarah and I were supposed to have gone to that Comic Con together as Big Daddy and Big Sister before I got sick and told her to go on ahead and that I will catch up later. Wearing this suit is me honoring her. Our suits are a special memory we both made together as a couple. I don’t tell you how to honor your daughter’s memory, so don’t tell me how to honor my girlfriend’s!”

Ben is a guy in his early forties with black hair that’s started to turn grey, a white skin complexion, a black cardigan shirt, blue denim jeans, and black converse shoes. He is the bartender at a club called House Party, and Chris’ friend since childhood.

The bartender’s frown turned into a glare of his own upon hearing that last sentence. “That was a low blow and you know it!” He took the bottle from Chris’ hand, much to Chris’ dismay, and placed it back on the shelf with a sigh. “You have had enough to drink, go home and get some rest. Look, I know you like that girl’s show that’s getting widely popular called My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, so I decided to be Santa Porn and buy you an early Christmas present in an effort to cheer you up.”

Bending down behind the counter, Ben pulled out a two-inch tall keychain of a cutie mark from the mentioned show’s Element of Laughter, Pinkie Pie. The keychain is fully-colored, and detailed, with the cutie mark being outlined by gold plating. The gems used for the balloons were two sapphires, and one topaz to match the colors of her cutie mark.

Chris smiled slightly at the gift, taking it into his hand. “You know, Pinkie Pie was always her favorite character. She absolutely loved how random and funny she always was.” He said before putting the keychain in his pocket, now placing the helmet on his head as he stood up. “Thanks again, Ben. This… actually means more to me than you might think.”

“Anytime buddy, just get home safely okay? Let me call you a cab.” Ben replied as he began reaching for the phone.

Chris just shook his head. “No need, I will be fine just walking home.”

Ben frowned again slightly before nodding his head as he watched Chris starting to walk away. “Don’t talk to strangers!” He called out suddenly.

“Okay mom!” Chris called back before closing the door and walking into the night.

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The sounds of laughter could be heard throughout the castle as two fillies ran back and forth through the halls. One is a pearly-white unicorn named, Celestia, with a long pink mane. The other one, however, is a dark blue unicorn named Luna, whom has a medium-length blue mane. Both are playing a game of tag, much to the amusement of the castle staff, and Celestia is currently trying to tag her sister. Unfortunately for Celestia, Luna is much faster than she is so tagging her was proving to be quite the challenge.

Luna is very cocky and a thrill seeker, often seeking out the next adventure she can embark on, or exploring more of the Everfree Forest that surrounded their castle. Her love for adventure has often gotten her into trouble, but she was able to develop quick reaction times, and a keen eye because of her impromptu outings.

Celestia is the more patient of the two, and has the gift of gab, often taking her time to solve a problem or settle a dispute using cleverly picked words. She also has the gift of foresight which allows her to see and predict different versions of the future based on choices that have yet to be made. Together they complete each other by making up for the other sister’s shortcomings.Their sisterly bond is so strong that it seems like nothing could break it.

“What’s the matter Tia? Art thou getting slower because of all the weight thine dessert binge-eating is adding to thy body?” Luna taunted as she quickly turned another corner to continue galloping.

“Tis’ a lie! We art not putting on weight!” Celestia called after her in response, now doubling her galloping efforts.

However, the pupils of her eyes suddenly faded as two possible futures flashed across them causing her to slow down to a confident trot. The whole process took only a fraction of a second, her eyes going back to normal as quickly as they faded, but now Celestia was smiling and waiting for the familiar shriek.

“Eeek!” Due to laughing with her eyes closed, Luna could not stop herself from running straight into the hooves of a mare, causing her to bounce back on her flank. “Owie! How dare thy bump into a Princess!” She instantly scolded before looking up at the mare and seeing Queen Galaxia, causing her frown to turn into a smile. She then ran and hugged her right forehoof happily. “Mommy!”

Queen Galaxia, the current ruler of Equestria, is a tall alicorn with white fur that fades to light brown halfway down her legs, topped off with night blue shoes on her hooves. Her wings are white that fade to brown and ends with the tips being separated into five big points with four little points between the big ones. Her long, flowy tail and mane is light brown that fades to night blue along the tips. Her mane, tail, hooves, and shoes are covered in sparkles like the stars in the night sky. Her cutie mark is a sparkling vortex.

The alicorn looked down at her daughter with a serene smile before leaning down and nuzzling the top of Luna’s head. “Hello there my daughter. You should learn to watch where you’re running and not be so quick to pass blame onto others.”

Luna looked down, clearly embarrassed. “We art sorry mommy, it shall not happen again.”

At that moment, a smug-looking Celestia turned the corner and waved to Queen Galaxia. “Greetings mother, how does thine day fare?”

Queen Galaxia walked up to Celestia and nuzzled her head lovingly. “The same as ever i’m afraid. The nobles from Canterlot will always be the most frustrating to deal with.”

Celestia tilted her head curiously. “How does thou do it? Keeping a smile on thy face when facing the nobles I mean.” She asked.

Queen Galaxia just smiled. “Simple, I just imagine they are burning on the sun.”

Celestia and Luna’s jaws dropped before they turned their heads to look at each other. Recovering quickly, Celestia spoke up once more.

“Mother, may we please play outside?” Celestia asked.

Queen Galaxia nodded her head in response. “Of course you can, just don’t go past the castle gates. Now mommy has to go fill out some papers, so you two be safe okay?”

“Okay mommy, see thee soon!” Luna called out happily before watching Queen Galaxia walk off down the hall.

Once their mother was gone, Celestia decided to refresh Luna’s memory on a certain game they were playing. “By the way sister.” She then placed her hoof on Luna’s nose. “You’re it!” Then she ran off.

“Hey, that’s not fair! Get back here thou lowly cretin!” Luna called out before giving chase.

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As soon as Chris stepped outside, he felt the night time chill pass through his body. While his suit removed most of the breeze, it was still tin and metal sheets at the end of the day. This meant that they were prone to getting almost unbearably cold. Unfortunately, he couldn't wear a jacket since none of them would fit. He had to get home, and get there quickly.

Hardly any cars passed by as Chris walked through the city streets, a clear indicator of how late he stayed at the bar. Despite the urgency of his situation, he couldn't help but think back to yesterday when he and his girlfriend were putting the final coating of paint on their helmets. They almost had to stay up all night because he had allowed himself to get too distracted and failed to even get the helmet fully made. It was a damn miracle that Sarah had leftover metal sheets he was able to use to put the finishing touches on Delta's helmet. Sadly, that meant she had no sheets herself to add some flair to her own suit. Suffice to say, he got a hell of a scolding from her so he promised to make it up to her.

"Heh, so much for keeping that promise." He said with grim frown.

Chris felt himself swaying left and right every now and then, silently cursing his new dependency on alcohol. After a few minutes of walking, Chris came upon the entrance to the city park. It was nicknamed 'Gangsters' Paradise' because of all the gang violence that happens in there at night. Unfortunately, going through it was the quickest way back home for Chris, and his suit's metal was getting colder by the second. Taking a deep breath to steel his nerves, and readjust his unstable footing due to being drunk, Chris began walking through the park.

The trees rustled alongside the bushes that lined the pathway Chris was walking on. Not a single bird could be heard, not even any fireflies or butterflies could be seen. It was like the park was completely devoid of animals. The walk through the park only takes about ten minutes, which is twenty minutes less than if he took the long way around. However, on a late night like this, the time seemed to stretch longer the more he walked.

"Stupid cold, like this night couldn't get any worse…" His body was now shivering because of how cold the metal of his suit had become. He quickened his pace as a result of the biting cold seeping inside his suit as a result. He heard shouting nearby, but his vision decided to go blurry from his earlier intoxication once again. This caused him to stagger to his right, bumping into a guy that quickly ran by him in a panic.

Chris took a look behind him before turning his gaze forward once more.

*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*

The sounds of gunfire rang out ahead of him, accompanied by a sudden pain Chris felt in his chest. Looking up, he saw the shooter ignore him as he ran past Chris, firing off more shots from his pistol. Chris fell to his knees as the pain started growing more and more intense. Unfortunately, the bullet had managed to penetrate the one spot on his chest that was tin instead of metal. He collapsed onto his stomach, causing the keychain from earlier to slide out in front of him.

As his vision started to blur from the loss of blood, he saw the keychain emitting a soft glow. As he reached his hand out to grab it, his vision went dark. The last thing he heard before he passed out was the faint, and familiar, sound of hooves clopping on the ground.

Comments ( 15 )
JDH

9911996
Has it woken up, or will it back into a coma again in a bit?

2017 - 2021. Life has not been kind to you to prevent you from posting a second chapter.

10698059
You can say that again. I am life's hoe right now.

10698349
Ooof, especially since your story is using the old displaced plot where today's stories do not, or atleast the ones not using it.

10697968
Its currently awake, now we just wait to see if it stays that way.

10698359
In the next chapter there will be something that flips the whole 'merchant Discord selling an enchanted item' plotline on its head. You already saw part of it at the end of chapter 2.

Wow, this fic takes me back. (looks at old comments) Oh god, my spelling was horrible back then.

10702136
Everyone starts somewhere buddy.

Pairbond or Ocean on his Shoulders

10902410
I dont remember the music sadly.

do continue it i cant wait to see more soon

I just found this story and like how it's going, but sad to see it has been 2 years since the last post, chapter, or comment from the author.

11518928
I am not dead yet!

11519261
Good to know I hope things get better soon. You have many stories that are quite interesting just waiting for you to do more writing. We are hoping you can write more chapters on day soon.

hay nice story but when will you more chapters come out?:heart:

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