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TERMINAL5 - Master Lyra

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SECTION 3: Scheisse!

A/N Whoa, nelly! Slow down. I have a forewarning here. This chapter contains swearing and another language. I have included translations in the first comment, but you will probably be able to tell what it is. Just in case. Okay… go ahead!


>; SEARCH “MUSIC”

>: SEARCHING FOR AUDIO FILES. . .

>: SEARCH COMPLETE- 12 FILES FOUND.

>; PLAY

>: PLAYING FIRST FILE “MOMENTO”. . .


The screen remains black, and only a timer is shown. It counts up with the seconds. Only scratching is heard for five seconds. Slowly, the scratching stops and a far-away voice is heard. The voice is indistinguishable. Then the voice abruptly becomes clear, laden with a husky accent.

“Ah! Dieses Computer ist scheisse! Ahh…Hallo. Zis is my audio diary…uh…ja! Johan’s audio diary! I made zis because I wanted to have zomezing for me to be remembered, because…vell… zomezing is very wrong. Everyone iz freaking out out in my little town. Ze clouds have stopped moving and wild animals are starving for no real reason. Ze scariest zing iz da days und nights are twice as long, like zey are slowing down or zomezing.

Ze government iz trying to calm everyone, but es iz not verking. Protests have broken out saying ve should live on za moon or zomezing. Even creepier iz how at least 200,000 people have gone missing. And I am one hundred pearcent sure I saw a purple cloud somewhere. Scientists have also gone mad trying to explain ze phenomena, and ver it all began. It iz zad actually. I myself believe es iz zat crazy biologist from America. Speaking of America, zat place is now closed off all communication from everywhere else. No one know why either. Makes you vonder, you know? Oh, right now I am in my basement, because a massive riot iz going on outzide. It makes it seem no one is inzide.”

A loud crash, like glass breaking, is heard and unclear yelling is heard over the din. “Scheisse! Ahh… zey have found me. Vell… fick der Welt. Aufwiedersehen, Johan’s Diary.”

The audio ends.


>: AUDIO FILE FINISHED. AWIATING FURTHER INSTRUCTION. . .

>; PLAY NEXT

>: FILE “NEXT” DOES NOT EXIST OR IS NOT UNDER THE DIRECTORY.

>; SEARCH DATE “7/13/13”

>: SEARCHING. . .

>: SEARCH COMPLETE- 1 FILES FOUND

>; PLAY FILE

>: PLAYING VIDEO “CS11254315”. . .


The screen instantly turns on and shows the face of a grubby thirty year man who is obviously nervous and afraid. He is constantly looking around, checking for something. Suddenly, he talks.

“Okay, it looks like there’s a break in the attacks. I don’t know how in hell I’ll be able to hold them off for long. Damn wretches… Alright, this is for you guys. Joey, you’re the man of the house, if there is one. Take care of your older sister, okay? Be a big man for me. Susan, you’re a smart young woman. You can find a place for you and your brother to hide. Make sure to watch out for him okay? Me and mom are so proud of you. You guys have grown so much…” The man is in tears now.

A small clop clop is beginning to be heard. The man wipes the tears off his face, and sets the camera down. He walks off screen. Suddenly, a loud bang bang fires off mixed with muffled screaming. The man reappears on screen with a shotgun slung over his shoulder. He picks up the camera while mumbling “The American way…” Once he picks up the camera, he starts speaking again.

“Sorry ‘bout that. That’s the only way to hold them off without them brainwashing me. If you find this video, the shotgun will either be in my dead body’s hand or under this table. I hope you live wonderful lives, children.”

A loud ensemble of clopping begins. The man turns pale, and swears, He puts the shotgun under the table. He faces the camera one last time. “Bye…”

Four or five colorful figures enter the screen. They appear to be small horses, or ponies. They surround the man in a circle. The man puts himself in fighting stance. “If you’re going to take me, you'll have to fight me!”

One of the ponies, an orange mare, trots out from the formation and bucks the man’s shoulder with lightning quick speed. He instantly passes out. The group goes deadly silent.

“Are you sure that this is necessary, Twi?” She asks uneasily.

“If princess says it is, it is. I don’t like it, but they could be a threat to New Equestria,” a purple female with a horn protruding out her head replies.

“If you say so…” She puts the unconscious man on her back with an audible groan. A cyan pony, who has wings, says, “I still don’t understand why you can’t use your magic…”

The purple one huffs. “I’ve already told you Rainbow Dash. Magic doesn’t exist here for some reason. After we woke up here, I couldn’t use magic. Princess Celestia says there’s no magic. So there’s no magic.”

The rainbow one snorts as a response. “And I can hardly fly. And the sun and moon move on their own. And these creatures inhabit here. This is so weird!”

Murmurs of agreement pass through the group, except for one. “I don’t know, maybe they’re friendly? Perhaps we should negotiate… if you want to… eep!” The cream colored mare shies away after her outburst. The purple one, presumably the leader, answers her question.

“Fluttershy, you know we looked through some of their history books and found they were violent. They’ve had so many wars; it’s hard to keep count! They would probably try and imprison us or something. Dissect us. That wouldn’t be fun.”
The yellow pony meekly nods as a response. The group of ponies walk off screen. The scenery remain blank for ten minutes. Then the rainbow one, Rainbow Dash, returns. She looks around, and hurriedly walks up to the camera. She smiles as she walks around it, studying it.

“Heh. I could use you…”

The screen goes blank.


>: VIDEO COMPLETE. AWAITING FURTHER INSTRUCTION. . .