Weasel was ignored all his life. He had planned out the escape, and ensured the rest of his group's survival, yet they betrayed him, and murdered him on the bridge. Now, Weasel wakes up in a place where he can't be ignored.
Weasel was ignored all his life. He knew true pain. He had planned out the escape, and ensured the rest of his group's survival, yet they betrayed him, and murdered him on the bridge. Now, Weasel wakes up in a place where he is a unique being. The only one of his kind. He doesn't know how one moment he's dead, and the next he's alive, but one thing is ensured: Albert Arlington will NOT be ignored!
Albert had done it! He constructed the plane! He could barely believe that the group of mobsters could survive long enough to finish it. Billy was the first one on the plane, then Sal, then Albert, and finally, Finn. All four of them waited eagerly as the plane started slowly taking off, leaving all of the hungry undead screaming madly on the rooftop.
"Holy shit! We're actually in the air!" Sal said, happy that he didn't have to worry about sick freaks chewing his arm off. With the roof of Alcatraz slowly disappearing into the distance, all four mobsters cheered happily. The very thought of being free of the undead infested prison was incredible. After all, they did spend about six hours running around the prison fighting undead guards, prisoners, and that one big guy, who no matter how many times you killed 'em, he'd always come back to fight you again.
Their happiness quickly turned into dread as a flash of lightning illuminated an obstacle that the plane was about to crash into. "Oh shit!" Billy yelled as the plane slammed into one of the Golden Gate Bridge's pillars.
All four mobsters were yanked into a free-fall that they were certain would kill them, all of them screaming, holding their hands out in front of them! The wind was whistling past their ears, and the rain was pouring around them. The fall lasted about three seconds, and with four big 'thumps' the mobsters landed on the bridge. None of them were dead, but they were aching all over, and tired from the fall.
They all grunted, and moaned in pain as they stood up again. They all thought that even though the plane had crashed, the undead wouldn't be able to follow them there, and that it was still good enough. That is, until they heard the yell of a undead, and the rattling chains that were connected to their arms and legs.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh!" Weasel panicked, he picked up his Tommy Gun, and made sure it wasn't damaged from the fall. It wasn't so he cocked it and started firing at the undead climbing up to the bridge. He turned around to see if the others were okay, and saw that the others were staring at him, instead of fighting the zombies. "Hey, guys! What happened? Why are you looking at me like that?" Albert asked, concerned.
"We would be out of here if you hadn't fucked up the plan!" Sal yelled angrily. "You always fuck it up." Albert was shocked and has a confused look on his face.
"Yeah, we know you caused this!" Finn yelled pulling back the hammer on his Revolver.
"W-What!? No! You've got this all wrong! I'm not the bad guy!" Weasel begged, stepping back. The others started raising their weapons, and Weasel's eyes widened. He jumped behind a crate as bullets flew past. He was breathing heavily, thinking at 100 MPH at why they would think that he had caused this all to happen.
Weasel was interrupted by Billy jumping over the crate to try to kill him. Albert was taken by surprise, jumped back and started to run away, but was shot in the leg, and he fell down. The bullet went through his thigh, and came out his knee, ripping muscle, and splitting bones.
He cried out in pain, and rolled over to see his attacker. Billy was standing over him, and the other two were fighting off the undead, allowing Billy to take all the time he wanted on gutting Weasel.
"When I kill you, this'll all be over!" Billy yelled, pointing a pump action shotgun at Weasel's head. When he was about to shoot, he quickly aimed down at Albert's other knee, and blasted it off. Completely blowing off his knee cap, bone shattered everywhere, and it started to bleed heavily. Albert was holding his leg, tears streaming down his face. Billy then returned to killing zombies, leaving Weasel to painfully bleedout on the cold concrete floor of the bridge.
IN EQUESTRIA Princess Celestia had the most powerful magic in the world, and knew how to cast most of the spells ever created. I say most, because her very own sister, Luna, had made up her own two spells. One was to see into another universe. and the other was to go into other universes.
Luna often used these spells as entertainment. She would go to the 23rd universe if she wanted to watch that one group of rednecks do stupid things, she would go to universe 413 if she wanted to see that square yellow thing that lives in a pineapple also do stupid things. So to you humans, this was her TV. Though she didn't share these spells because of one thing. Universe 115. Universe 115 was a scary and death filled world, full of what she saw as monsters, that feast on these bipedal creatures called Humans.
She didn't want such horror to be revealed to the public, so she kept the spells a secret.
Luna would rarely go to watch Universe 115, but one day she was switching through universes and she accidentally went to world 115, and what she saw in the split second she was there caught her attention, so she went back to it, out of curiosity.
What she saw amazed her, no zombies, just a lone guard walking down a cell-block. Had the problem in this world resolve? She continued watching to find out.
The guard stopped at a prisoner's cell, and exchanged chatter, then he talked to the next prisoner down. The sound of pained moans was now echoing down the cell-block, and the prisoner in the next cell down walked from out the shadows smoking a cigarette.
"You gonna shut him up, or do I gotta do it?" The prisoner asked, the look on his face sent a chill down Luna's spine. The guard hit his club on the Prisoner's cage, and warned him.
The guard then walked down to the prisoner who was in pain. "You gotta get the doc!" The prisoner said, with a pained look on his face. The guard reached down to his keys, and started to open the cell.
"This better be the real deal this time." The guard warned, while walking into the cell. This was soon followed by the sounds of repeated stabbings, and grunts of pain.
The prisoner who was faking being in pain walked out of the cell, holding the guard's keys, and a makeshift knife. He went and unlocked the rest of the prisoner's cells, and they all grouped together in the center of the hallway, the scary prisoner handed out pistols, and they talked for a bit. Luna now understood what was going on, and that they were breaking out of the prison.
She was hooked in, now. She WANTED to see how this ended, and she wanted to see what happened to the zombie infestation that was devastating the world before this.
She watched as the guard resurrected, and went after the group of prisoners. She shoulda known that the zombies wouldn't be gone for long.
Luna watched as the gangsters were picked off one by one by the infected, and after they had all died she wondered if that's how it really ended for them.
she was about to deactivate the spell when four ghosts appeared. The ghosts seemed confused, and stood around for a while before going back into the bodies of the prisoners on the floor.
Luna watched as the mobsters ran around the prison, collecting parts for a plane. She learned their names, and listened to what they yelled in the heat of battle, which led to her learning about their backstories.
She was amazed at how they managed to build a flying machine on the roof of the prison.
....
She watched in horror as the plane crashed, as the other three turned on the defenseless Weasel, and cruelly murdered him in a very painful way.
She didn't think that was an appropriate way for any creature's life to end, so... she started planing on how to save him.
Albert slowly bled to death on the bridge. It was a painful and slow fate, all he could do was try not to scream in pain, and just sit there. He couldn't move, he couldn't fight. He was useless, just like the others always told him. He was breathing heavily, and the pain was possibly the worst feeling he had experienced in his life.
After the others fought off the infected, they turned back to what they thought would be Weasel's dead body, but it wasn't, Albert had managed to not bleed out. They almost didn't believe that the idiot could survive that long, bleeding that much.
Billy suggested shooting him in both shoulders with a pistol, to make it more painful, but this is where the others started to feel less angry and more sympathetic. Finn walked up to Weasel with a pistol in hand, and executed him. Aimed it right in between Albert's eyes and...
BANG
It was over instantly, all of the pain was gone, Weasel was almost glad at the fact that he was dead... But then... instead of just dying like a normal person, Weasel felt a rush of cold air, and suddenly he was thrust back into reality. Everything had a blue tint to hit, and he saw himself as transparent. How could he have forgotten? It wasn't over yet, but the good thing is, the only thing left to do is wait.
Princess Luna grunted and gritted her teeth casting the spell, sparks were coming out of the tip of her horn, and slowly a glowing purple and black ball slowly started to enlarge around her. She had her eyes closed tight from the blinding light, and she started sweating heavily. Then, it was over, just like that. She was IN world 115, not as a mortal, but a ghostly figure.
She looked around slowly, and there it was... The spirit of Arlington. Normally he would've gone back to his body by now, but he didn't want to feel that pain again. He just wanted for his spirit time to run out, then it'll all be over. Luna slowly trotted over to the ghastly, floating spirit, and she grabbed onto it. The spirit twisted quickly to face her direction.
The ghost had no facial features, but she guessed that he was in disbelief. Shocked at the ghostly form of a horse. Then... the glowing orb closed instantly. Leaving that horrible death filled, zombie filled, betrayal filled, depression filled world behind, and bringing the two back into Equestria.
Then, they were back in Luna's quarters. Luna's quarters was a large chamber, at the top of the highest peak at Canterlot. There was a balcony, with a telescope on it, and there was a kitchen, a bedroom, and a bathroom. The door leading out was in the Kitchen, and then past the door was a spiral staircase that led to the main hall of the Canterlot Palace.
Luna spent most of her time there, sleeping during the day, and coming out to observe the stars, eat, or spend time elsewhere during the night. She usually just observed the stars, though.
They landed in the bedroom, with Princess Luna landing on one side of the bed, and Arlington landing on the other. Luna stood up and trotted to Albert, who was staring in disbelief at the Princess. They stared at each other for about two minutes, and then Luna turned back around. Guessing that he was pretty hungry from the multiple hours of zombie killing, and knowing that she was, Luna went into the kitchen. Leaving Weasel behind to silently mouth: "What... The...Fuck..."
Luna knew that human's were omnivores, and she didn't have any meat, so she made two bowls of vegetable soup. When she came back, Weasel was now sitting in a chair next to her bed, clutching his knee in disbelief that it wasn't still gone. He quickly let go of his knee and sat up straight when he saw Luna walk towards him with two bowls of soup. He still didn't trust her, but he was fucking hungry.
"Eat up Albert, I know you're hungry." Luna said in her normal voice that Twilight taught her to use. Weasel thought in awe as to why the pony knew his name. Using her magic to levitate the soup towards Weasel. He grabbed it, and before eating his first bite, he said his first words to Luna, words that she would remember for ever.
"T-.... Thank you..."
She smiled and went back to eating. Leaving Weasel to still be looking around the room in awe, like baby who just opened it's eyes for the first time.
Weasel wanted to ask way more questions, but he was too hungry to think, so he looked down at the food, and started eating.
He finished it in about three minutes, Luna guessed he was a lot more hungry than she thought he was originally. Weasel looked down at the floor for a moment, then looked up, and met eye contact with Luna. "W-who are you?" He asked.
"I am Princess Luna, Don't fear me Albert. I saved you." She said, smiling down at Weasel who was sitting down in the chair.
Weasel looked up once more and asked "How'd you know my name?"
"I was watching" Luna said quickly, not looking at Weasel. She had only been back to Equestria for a year now, but she knew it was socially unacceptable to just be watching someone without their consent. She guessed it was the same for his world too.
"What?" Weasel asked, in surprise.
"From the moment you broke out of the cell, to the moment I brought you here." Luna answered, still not looking at Albert.
"So... where the hell am I?" Weasel demanded to know. Standing up, he was head to head with Luna. Weasel was done playing the "Nice guy who cooperates" he played that before, and he got both of his knees shot off.
"You're in Equestria." A third, new voice said from across the room, catching both Weasel, and Luna off guard.
Both Weasel, and Luna turned around quickly to see another figure in the doorway to the kitchen. It was taller than Luna, but it was still a pony.
"Oh! Sister! What a surprise!" Luna said nervously, smiling awkwardly. The larger, white pony, with flowing colorful mane looked at Luna, and then turned to Weasel. She frowned at Albert, and turned back to Luna.
"Luna? What is this?" Luna's sister asked, in a disapproving tone, staring at Weasel.
"Um... This... Uhhh...." Luna managed to mumble awkwardly.
"My name is Albert Arlington, and your sister saved me..." Weasel cut in.
"How'd she save you? Also, What are you?" Luna's sister asked.
"I was about to die, and she helped me, and... I guess to you, I'd be an alien." Weasel explained the best he could. Luna's sister looked back to Luna, smiled warmly, and then looked back to Weasel.
"My name is Princess Celestia, but since you're not a citizen of this country, I guess you have the right to just call me Celestia." She said, "And I'm glad my sister saved you... I'm not going to ask how, or when, because it's getting to be daylight, and Luna needs her beauty sleep." Luna smiled and giggled. "Mr. Arlington, are you okay to do a tour of the building, or do you want to get some sleep too? I mean, assuming that your species sleeps." Celestia laughed lightly at the last line.
"It's been a long time since I've gotten some quality sleep! Also, please just call me Albert." Albert said excitedly, He hadn't gotten a full night of sleep since he had been put in Alcatraz.
"Ok then, we'll have the tour when you guys wake up from your naps." Celestia spoke. "Albert, you come with me to the honorary guest room."
Weasel followed the large white pony out of the room, into the kitchen, and down the spiral staircase. Celestia led him into a large room with a king sized bed.
"This will be your room for the time being." Celestia said, showing him around the room.
"Wow..." Weasel had not been shown such hospitality in his whole life. "Thanks Celestia, I'll make it up to you somehow."
"Albert, someday, I'll show you to the public, but not yet..." Celestia spoke, as she was leaving the room. "I don't think you've adjusted yet."
Weasel watched as the pony left the room. Once the door closed, he sighed and went over everything that had happened that day. He had broken out of the most highly guarded prison, zombies showed up, and instead of being eaten by zombies, he was shot by the only people he trusted. Then, a pony showed up, took him to another world, and her sister accepted him as one of their own. He was glad to put this weird day behind him, but somewhere deep in his mind, he knew that the weirdness had only just begun.
Weasel slumped himself into the bed, and just stared at the ceiling until he eventually fell asleep.
Weasel slowly started to open his eyes, he heard distant undead yelling and screaming. "Uhh... What's happening!?" Weasel asked himself quickly as he stood up. He looked around. He was in a large dark room, with the onlt light barely coming from cracks in the wall. "Where am I...?" Weasel asked himself quietly.
He took one step forward and he hit his foot on something. He jumped back and looked at what he hit. It was pretty dark but he saw a shaded figure of a M1927 Tommy Gun, one of the most common machine guns of his time. Especially to him, since he was a mobster.
Weasel sighed in relief and bent over to pick it up. He grabbed the wood handle. He adjusted the gun in firing position, and pulled the drum mag out of the gun. There were only twenty bullets in the gun, and no extra mags lying around. He heard the sounds of the undead again, but closer.
"Oh no no no no no no no no no!" Weasel panicked. In the distant darkness he could see over twenty pairs of glowing red eyes. "OH SHIT!" He turned around to run, but as soon as he turned around, the sound of yelling and undead stopped. Weasel didn't want to turn around, but felt it was necessary.
He turned around and... Nothing... Absolutely nothing. Weasel was obviously surprised when the sound of the guard, the zombie that was sent from hell itself to drag each and every one of the four mobsters to their graves, echoed throughout the room. The guard wouldn't die, no matter how many times Weasel and the others would "successfully" kill him, he would come back about an hour later.
"NOT NOW!" Weasel panicked, "Oh shit, no no no NO NO NO NO" Weasel swore silently as he heard the yells of the guard get closer. He raised the M1927 in the direction of the sound and waited. Then, right as the sound was about twenty feet away from him, the sound stopped.
"What the hell is going on here?" Weasel asked out loud, looking around. Then, Weasel felt something breathing on the back of his neck. He started to turn around slowly, afraid of whatever was behind him, though he'd never admit it. As soon as he turned around all he saw were the two red eyes of an undead prisoner, about an inch away from him.
He tried to raise the weapon, but the undead grabbed him too quick for him to react. "OH FU-" was all Albert was able to get out before the undead managed to rip out Weasel's throat.
Albert awoke in a panic, immediately going upright in the bed. He sighed in relief that it was just a dream. He tried to go back to sleep, seeing as the sun had barely moved across the sky, and he could see that from looking out of the window, but for some reason, he couldn't go back to sleep. So he stood up, and decided to look around the room he was staying in.
After a thorough search he found a book titled "The Elements of Harmony" He guessed 'why not' and started reading. The book told a story about Princess Celestia, and Princess Luna, and a third pony named Nightmare Moon. He read on to see that Nightmare Moon took control of Princess Luna, who he read controlled the moon, and was forced to the moon for a thousand years by her sister, Princess Celestia, who he read controlled the sun. Apparently Celestia used magical gems called the elements of harmony against her sister. There were no words, as it was completely told through pictures, and small pockets of magic, that actually read the story for him. Letting him understand the ponies' strange form of writing.
He thought that it was a children's fairytale book the whole time he was reading it, but was shocked to see that it was a history book.
A few minutes after he had finished the book, Celestia opened the door. "Hey Albert, good to see you're fi-"
"So this is real?" Weasel cut her off, holding the book in his hands. Celestia sighed.
"Yes" She said looking at Weasel.
"Wait... You banned her to the moon for a thousand years... Then... how is she here in this Palace." Weasel asked.
"It's been over a thousand years." Celestia answered.
"Then... Then how are you guys still alive, I mean... If it's been a thousand years then shouldn't you be dea-"
"Coming in contact with all six of the elements of harmony at once makes you immortal." Celestia cut Albert off. "I honestly didn't actually want to become immortal, nopony knew the side effects of the elements at the time."
Weasel nodded and put the book down. "And what did you mean about how I'm finally awake? I've only been asleep for an hour at most. The sun had barely moved in the sky."
Celestia smiled lightly, "Albert... You were asleep for twenty-five hours. You must've been really sleepy, either that... Or your species normally sleeps for that long."
Weasel shook his head. "No no no, that's NOT normal." He said shaking his head.
"Ok then, how's about that tour, and while we're at it, you can tell me some things about your species." Celestia said, leading Albert to the door.
"When am I going to start learning about YOUR species?" Weasel asked, looking at Celestia.
Weasel followed Celestia out of the door, and into a large corridor. She showed him the dining hall, and the guard cafeteria. The thing that confused Albert was the fact that there were no guards.
"Hey, um... Celestia..." Weasel's voice echoed through the large cafeteria. "Why are there no guards anywhere?" Celestia laughed lightly.
"I was serious when I said that I don't think you should be introduced to the public yet. I've told all of the guards to clear out of the area's that I'm showing you today."
"Okay..." Weasel sighed.
"Tell me about your species... About your past." Celestia said to Albert opening the next door into another corridor.
"My species is called human, by the way. We live in a planet called Earth, I say which planet we live on because I'm sure this is not Earth." Weasel said, tilting his hat.
"You'd be right in saying that. I've never heard of a planet called Earth." Celestia said, "Anyways, This is the Princess' dining room. Both me and Luna eat here. You will be eating here too."
The two walked into the Princess' dining room which was a medium sized room with one table, a really soft carpet, and a large bay window overlooking a large town below the castle.
"Woah..." Weasel said with awe as he looked out the window at Canterlot.
"This... Is Canterlot." Celestia said, walking up behind Albert. Weasel noticed small moving dots of various color moving along the city streets. He squinted his eyes so he could see better, and realized that they were ponies.
"This is amazing!" Weasel said happily, literally filled with joy.
"Do you not have places like this on Earth?" Celestia said, looking at Weasel.
"Well... We do, it's just... It's all just so colorful!" He said, turning around to face Celestia. "Back on Earth the only colors of the city were grey, light grey, and dark grey."
Celestia smiled at the joy filled Weasel looking down at the city. He turned back around after a while, and said "Where to?"
"That's pretty much it for today," Celestia said, "I couldn't get the guards to clear out any more than this. They said it'd be too risky."
"Ok..." Weasel's happy smile went back to a bored half frown, half straight face. "Now what?" Weasel asked, half uninterested.
"We're going to my study, I'm going to teach you about this land, to get you started on getting ready to be revealed to the public." Celestia answered, "Oh, I almost forgot! You never told me about your past."
Weasel went silent. He was thinking of a way to get out of the question. He was silent for a good twenty seconds before the princess chuckled. "Albert, I know" She said.
"W-what?" Weasel panicked. He thought about running, but he knew that the princess would use a spell or something to kill him. "So... Uh... I'm going to be punished, right?" Weasel asked, he knew it was too good to be true, a world where people didn't want him dead.
"No, Albert, I'm willing to give you a second chance... Besides, the last few moments of your life were enough punishment." Celestia said, staring at Weasel's knee, it happened to be the knee that Billy had shot off.
"How do you know?" Weasel asked, in relief.
"Luna showed me using her "secret spell" To be honest, I've known about it for quite some time." Celestia said, opening the door to the study, and waved Weasel into it.
"What secret spell?" Weasel asked,
"I'll tell you later" Celestia said, shutting the door behind them. "Anyways, those three other people you were with were really bad people, you were different, why did you fall into that gang?"
"I... I needed the money." Weasel said with shame.
"Don't be ashamed, if you ask me, I need more guards with the fighting skill of you! If that were my guards in the same situation as you in that prison, they'd be dead in a second!" Celestia said, trying to cheer him up.
"Anyways, That undead thing you got stuck in was obviously some sort of punishment for the things you did during your life." Celestia said to Weasel, "The other three deserved it, being cold hearted killers in all, but... What did you do for the universe to think you deserved being stuck in an undead filled prison?"
"I have no idea..." Weasel said, going over the worst things he did during his life, but none of them seemed to be as bad as what the others did on a daily basis.
"Well Albert, as long as you don't go back into a life of crime while you're here, I think you'll like living in Equestria." Celestia said, smiling. "Well then, that's all I can show you for now, everywhere else in the palace is filled with top Equestrian guards. I'll show you a different section tomorrow, and then another the day after that, and by then you should have seen all parts."
The two started backtracking towards Luna's chamber. They said nothing the whole time except for one final conversation outside of Luna's place.
"Get to know my sister better, she's fascinated by you, I can tell. You and her also have similar pasts of being ignored, and hated." Celestia said right outside the doors, quietly. Albert nodded, and quietly promised he would. Celestia then trotted away, off to do her princess-y duties. Weasel was left standing quietly at the door. He had no idea of the Equestrian standards, should he just walk in? Should he knock? Should he do something else that the Equestrians made up?
He knocked to be safe, and he could hear Luna slowly trot from her kitchen over to the door. "Who's there?" She asked through the door.
"It's Weasel." Albert said, in his raspy voice. Luna quickly opened the door and pulled Weasel in.
"Did any guards bother you on the tour?" She said, as Weasel sat down on one of the chairs near one of the several bookshelves in her room.
"No, I haven't seen anyone besides you and Celestia yet." Weasel said, "Also, what's your plan on introducing me to all of the other horses?"
"We're ponies, and to answer your question, tomorrow we'll show you to the lead guard of the palace, and the rest depends on how he reacts." Luna answered, taking a book out of the shelve, and using her levitation spell to hold it in front of her, and flip to the marked page.
Weasel starred. Just like one of my comics... He said in his head. He took off his hat, and scratched his head. Luna peaked over. He had stopped staring and was just deep in thought. It was the first time she had seen him without his hat on, she wondered why he never takes it off. His hair was really short, and brown, and the light bounced off of it, making it shine.
Weasel put his hat back on and looked at Luna. "So... What time is it?" He asked.
"It's about six in the afternoon." Luna said quietly. "You're tired, I can see it, you should be getting to bed."
"Where will you sleep?" Weasel asked.
"I just woke up, I sleep during the day, and I live during the night." Luna explained, reading her book.
"Ah, ok, well then. I guess I'll be getting to sleep." Weasel said. He normally wouldn't go to sleep this early, but even after a 25 hour sleep session, he was stilled tired, and aching from the Alcatraz outbreak.
He walked into the next room over, and hopped onto the bed, and silently laid there until he fell asleep.
Weasel stood up silently, his body was beaten and bruised. He coughed and blood came out. "Ugh... Wha-... What happened? He fell to the floor, and he opened his eyes. He was lying on the cold concrete floor of the docks, near the juggernog machine. Lying to the left of him was a M1911. He grabbed it, and stood up again. The pain seemed to go away when the more he walked. He grunted, and shambled towards the Juggernog machine. He bought it, his understanding was the drink makes it so you don't feel pain, but when he bought it, the bottle came out empty. Completely empty. He bought it again and the same thing happened.
Weasel jumped when the yell of the guard, the unkillable zombie, shook the ground. "The guard's coming!" Weasel panicked. Looking for a better weapon than the M1911. The ground started shaking uncontrollably, and finally, Albert had no other choice but to fight with his pistol against the demon. He shot three rounds before the guard grabbed weasel by the neck, and slammed him repeatedly against the stone wall. Every hit made Albert's view go darker, and more blurry.
Weasel's vision went dark, and the last thing he heard before he woke up was:
"YOU MAY HAVE PHYSICALLY ESCAPED MY HELL, 101A, BUT I'LL NEVER LEAVE YOU." The voice, was that of the guard.
Weasel was dead. His body was lying right there on the concrete floor of the Golden Gate Bridge. The other three thought it would've been over if they killed him, they thought he was causing them to go through the cycle over and over, but now he was dead, and the other three were still going through the cycle. If he was really causing it, then why were they still being attacked by thousands of undead?
"Why the hell are they still coming!?" Finn shouted as he fired several shots from an UZI into a single undead, one bullet hitting the zombie straight in the head.
"I don't fucking know!" Billy yelled, as he pushed a prisoner zombie off the bridge. Sal shot his Blundergat off several times, reloading after each shot. Undead swarmed the three, but were cut down by constant weapon fire.
"We gotta get out of here!" Finn told the others, as he cut open a zombie's chest with his prison shank. The shank was made of nothing but a sharp piece of metal, and some tape around the handle, but it was effective.
Out of the corner of Sal's eye, he swore he saw two ghostly forms next to each other in the distance, hovering over the water, but he didn't have time to investigate, as the undead were relentless.
Three infected latched onto Sal, one in front of him, and one on each side, the one directly in front of him knocked him over, and climbed on top of him, and the ones on the sides, had pinned his arms down. Sal let out a howl of pain and agony as the three undead tore him open, and several others raced over to join on the feast.
"Oh shit! Sal!" Finn said, seeing the huddle of zombies around his corpse. Finn had exhausted most of the ammo on his UZI and was now using an MTAR. The MTAR was a futuristic looking rifle, Finn had been confused about why he had been seeing strange guns since this had all started. First it was the strange alien pistol Weasel had gotten out of the strange box, then they started getting guns that seemed to be from the future.
Finn fired four rapid shots out of the MTAR, one hit an infected in the chest, causing it to recoil and fall over, two hit an undead, one in the foot, causing it to fall over and start crawling, and another to kill it. The last one pierced one's skull, it's head kicked back, and it was knocked off it's feet.
Billy had taken up the habit of using the Hell's Retriever as a melee weapon instead of throwing it, he cut slashed through a entire group of zombies, slashing zombies' throats and decapitating them left and right.
Just when they thought they had the situation handled, a loud shout echoed and pierced through the air. Accompanied by and large fiery explosion on the center of the bridge. Out of the explosion came the heavily armored guard. He shouted taunts, and threats as he charged the two.
"Oh shit!" Billy yelled, as he was swarmed by several zombies, and the guard. The zombies tore him apart, and dragged him to the ground, as the guard continually batted him with his night stick. Billy let out a pained yell as a swarm of about 15 zombies slowly tore him apart and ate him.
Finn was the lone survivor. He turned to run, but the guard grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him off the ground. Finn fumbled with his MTAR, trying to lift it, but he dropped it, it was now too far away to pick up again. "This can only end when you are dead!" The guard managed to say. Finn was surprised, it was the first time he had heard one of the undead speak. The guard then threw Finn across the bridge, he plowed through an infected and then crashed into a steel crate with a loud thud. Zombies were completely ignoring Finn because they were feasting on the others, the only one focused on killing him was the guard.
The guard walked over to Finn, each footstep emitting a loud crunch, and a notable shake to the bridge. Finn could no longer move, he had been paralyzed by pain. The undead guard's club was the last thing Finn saw before complete darkness was the only thing he could see, and complete silence was the only thing he could hear.
Weasel awoke from another nightmare. He was sweating, and breathing heavily. He was burning up. He quickly got out of the bed, and took off his coat. He was used to wearing it all the time back in Alcatraz because it was so cold at nights, he had forgotten to take it off. Under the coat was his blue prisoner shirt. The numbers 101A branded on the front like a name tag. He looked down at the shirt. Frowned and walked to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, and tore the prisoner number tag off the shirt. It left an obvious mark, but Weasel didn't like being named like a file, just letters and numbers instead of an actual name.
"My name is Albert Arlington." Weasel repeat over and over. "Not prisoner 101A"
He starred himself down in the mirror. The night terrors were breaking him. He wanted to go back to sleep because he could see outside the window and it only looked to be about three in the morning, but he didn't want to go back to Alcatraz, in a dream, or in real life. Was the guard actually still hunting him in his dreams? Or was his mind just torturing him? He wanted to know.
He had been to sleep for nine hours, but because of the night terror, it felt as though he got no sleep. Also, were these things even dreams? Maybe the demon that was the guard was still trying to hunt Weasel.
He hung his head in his hands, and thought. He breathed a shaky sigh of relief. He thought that the demon couldn't actually hurt him, and was just a recurring night terror, but now he was starting to make theories. "Maybe he's still trying to hunt me?" Weasel mumbled, as he walked out of the bathroom. "He still wants me dead, that bastard doesn't want to give up on killing me."
"But he can't actually hurt me, he's just a part of a dream, right? Right?" Weasel realized that he was talking to no one, and snapped out of it. Despite not wanting to, he realized that there was nothing else to do, and he needed sleep, so he went to sleep.
______________________________________________________________________________ Weasel sat up on the ground, he was standing on the docks of Alcatraz. He no longer wished to even take part on this demon's attempts to break him. He knew that the demon could mentally follow Weasel, but the demon couldn't physically follow Weasel to this new world, or at least he hoped that the demon couldn't physically follow him. Weasel shook his head. "No, I'm not doing it this time." Weasel didn't attempt to find a weapon, he didn't do anything. Then the guard came. He just came out of the usual fire ball and sprinted at Weasel, who didn't react in the slightest. The guard smirked, and punched Weasel. That was when Weasel realized that despite this being a dream, it still hurts just like real life. Which gave him a reason to fight. Weasel recoiled in pain. The guard laughed, as though he knew that Weasel thought he could just pass off participating in his own torture. Weasel weaved around the guard, and ran up the stairs to the gondola. He ran in the gondola and quickly pressed the button to go up.
The metal doors shut just in front of the guard. Weasel was about to sigh the biggest sigh of relief when the guard, just before the gondola started moving, tore open the metal doors and stepped inside. The gondola started moving with the two inside. Weasel tried to dodge the guard's attacks as much as he could, but he couldn't last very long. The guard grabbed Weasel, and flung him out of the gondola.
Weasel tumbled down the hill back towards the docks. He was on a very steep slope, so every time he bounced off the ground, it sent him going faster and faster. The fall was very painful, but falling that fast straight into a pole hurts more. Weasel's head made full contact with a pole, that was keeping the dock sturdy, with a loud ding. Then he rolled into the water, and shut his eyes, and tried to block out the pain, and waited for himself to wake up... wake up.... wake up....
"Wake up Albert!" Luna said, in panic, shaking Weasel. He awoke in a panic, his eyes shooting open. He looked around in a panic, he saw Luna kneeling next to the bed. She gave a sigh of relief. "Good, you're okay, you had me really worried there." She said, giving a smile.
"What happened?" Weasel said, as he got up from the bed, and grabbed his coat off the floor, and put it on. Luna looked at him nervously.
"You were thrashing about in your sleep. I was worried because you wouldn't get up." She said. "Are you sure you're alright?"
Weasel smiled at her. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a bad dream..." He answered. Luna frowned.
"Albert, when you're asleep, I sense an.... an evil in the room" She said, "I think it's the guard, the one you fought in the prison"
Weasel looked at her, surprised that she knew. "How do you know that?" Weasel said, "That's what the dreams are about"
"What happened in the prison obviously had something to do with demons." Luna said "The guard's a demon, and he won't stop until you're dead."
Weasel stood there, processing the message that his hell wasn't over. "He can't hurt me? Right? I mean, this isn't Earth, or even the same... universe for that matter."
"At first, the feeling of evil was small, every night, it gets stronger. I think the demon's building up energy. Once he has enough, he WILL come for you physically, but for now, he can only attack you mentally." Luna said, she looked at Weasel and gave a worried look.
"How... how would he get here?" Weasel asked. Looking at Luna, with a nervous tone to his voice.
"He's building up dark energy, so far he has enough to maybe transport an object about the size of your arm." She said.
Weasel grinned weakly, "Is there any possible way to manipulate this energy to get me my weapon back? That way, I could at least defend myself from him when he gets here."
Luna blinked and then stared at Albert. "Albert, that's... that might just work!" She said excitedly. "I need time, but if it's possible, I shall have it done soon."
Albert was about to go the kitchen part of the room, when Luna turned. "Oh, and don't forget that we're revealing you to the lead guard today, just wait for Celestia to come and get you."
Weasel nodded, and went into the kitchen to get some breakfast. He walked through the doorway, and admired the foreign design of the kitchen. It looked strangely ancient, and futuristic at the same time, with time-faded paintings, and only two feet away, a refrigerator that's design looks decades ahead of anything he'd seen in his life.
"Woah," He opened it and the bright light shined through the early morning darkness. "This is cool" He said, shutting the refrigerator. He walked away from the kitchen, he was about to jump back in the bed when he realized that Luna was snuggled all up. Weasel had forgotten that she slept during the day, and was up and about all night. She opened one eye and smiled at him.
"Do you not know what to do until Celestia comes?" She says, and sits up on the bed.
"Kinda" He says awkwardly. Scratching the back of his head. While he was scratching the back of his head, he noticed he hadn't put his iconic hat back on after he had woke up.
"You look like a reader, you can do that" She says as she pulls the blankets over herself, and shutting her eyes. Weasel mumbles an okay as walks over to the other side of the bed, and picks his hat off the side table. After putting his hat on, Al walked over to the shelf and goes through some of the books to find an interesting one. He grabbed the first science fiction-y looking book. He noticed there was no writing on the cover, and it was just a picture. He opened it up and realized a problem. Even though they spoke the same language, the writing was completely different. Most of the 'letters' were just symbols of things such as the sun, the moon, a unicorn, and shapes. (Such as a square, triangle, and rhombus.)
Weasel groaned. 'Well it looks like I won't be doing anything until the princess shows up' he thought. He put the book back where he found it, and walked to the couch that was near the door. He sighed and flopped down on the couch. It was surprisingly soft. He sighed once again, and drifted to sleep. Of course, in the back of his mind, he was worried of what the demon might do this time, but at this point, until the demon gains enough power to fight him in the real world, Weasel was no longer afraid of him, even though the dreams actually hurt.
Weasel opened his eyes, he was in the same room as he fell asleep in. He was slightly worried, he couldn't really tell whether he was in the dream or not. The first thing he noticed was that Luna was no longer in the bed, and there was a worrying amount of blood puddled on the floor. Al sat up straight immediately, he grasped a pistol that was in his coat pocket. At this point he knew it was a dream, as he didn't have a gun. He decided to just go with it, as there was no point to just sit there and wait for the demon to get bored and just face him. Weasel got up, and looked around, the blood was clearly in a trail, leading into the kitchen. Al frowned, and slowly walked into the kitchen. Almost slipping on the blood in several spots. He turned the corner, and saw Luna with small cuts all around her body. Her eyes were blank, and lifeless. Weasel could have thrown up right then and there, the smell of rotting flesh was strong in the air, so strong that he could almost taste it every time he breathed. He backed out of the kitchen, getting sick at the sight. He backed right into someone he hadn't expected to see, It was Finn.
Weasel wasn't as mad at Finn for killing him as he probably should have been. Besides, Finn didn't really take part in the murder, also usually, Finn and Weasel were on good terms with each other. Finn was Weasel's best bud in the prison, he was the only one who didn't completely despise Albert. He didn't blame his for siding with Sal and Billy, because honestly, even Weasel himself had started to believe he was the one behind it. All of the evidence they had found just piled up to it.
Weasel raised his gun quickly, and slowly lowered it once he saw it was Finn and not the guard or an undead freak. "Oh, hey Finn, how's it been since you killed me?" Weasel said jokingly.
Finn had a look of shame, "I apologize, and the fact that this is all just a weird afterlife dream doesn't change the fact that I apologize about what I've done, you may not be real, and this may just be my dying mind making me hallucinate right before I die, but I'm seriously sorry." He said, looking at Al. Weasel looked confused.
"Wait, no, YOU'RE the dream. I'm the one dreaming here." Weasel said, backing up from Finn.
"No, after we killed you, the guard came back and killed all three of us, I'm guessing this is my punishment, having to face the person I helped murder." Finn said, looking around, nervously, just now noticing the pools of blood.
"I'm not dead Finn, I'm not sure whether or not you're real, but I'm not dead. I guess I died in the real world, but right now, I've been taken to an other worldly dimension, and I went to sleep, and now I'm dreaming this." Weasel said, now wondering the possibility that this might actually be the real Finn he's talking to.
"I just died, it was a ton of blackness for the longest I can remember, then I was here." Finn says, looking down at his hands, still covered in the blood of the zombies.
Everything began to get fuzzy, Finn started to talk again, but it started to fade out, and he woke up.
Weasel awoke once again. He still wasn't sure whether or not he talked to the real Finn. It wouldn't be the weirdest thing that had happened to him so far. The magical ponies and demon controlled undead were tied for first place on that list.
He got up slowly, rubbing his eyes, It hadn't been long since he had gone to sleep. It had been only about two hours, maybe three if he was lucky. He looked around the room, seeing Luna cuddled up under the blankets, snoring loudly. Weasel sighed, already bored. He laughed quietly. He was in a magical universe full of ponies, and princesses and he was bored. He got up and looked around the room. Still no sign of Princess Celestia. He sighed once again, and walked to the kitchen, the floor squeaking ever so quietly as he stepped. He sat down in one of the chairs in the kitchen, and hung his head in his hands.
Being away from everything didn't really help his depression THAT much. I mean, being away from Alcatraz helps pretty much everything, but he was the same depressed man he always was. Alcatraz didn't help his condition either, the location makes you feel stranded in darkness. There's a cold feeling of hopelessness that affects everyone there, even the guards and warden.
This brought up another thought in Arlington's head. What did cause the events that occurred that night. By "events" I mean the undead monsters that overran the entire prison.
'Was it the satanic symbolism that was sprawled all over the inside of the Warden's Office?' Weasel asked himself, he wanted an answer. Maybe he could ask Celestia, or Luna next time he sees them. He thought that they might know, seeing as Celestia knew about his criminal background without him telling her, maybe she would know stuff that even Weasel doesn't know. That theory kept coming up in Weasel's mind. It was to the point where Albert was SURE that the warden was a closet satanist, and somehow, a ritual he did in his office made Billy, Finn, Sal, and Weasel all go to whatever 'purgatory' they were in.
What provoked that type of punishment anyways? An endless cycle of going to the bridge and back to the prison. All while fighting off flesh eating sacks of meat that don't even closely resemble a human. If the warden HAD summoned a demon, had it witnessed the deaths of each of the four mobsters, and taken advantage of their souls? Forcing their spirits into an unnatural gap between life and death. A purgatory of some sort? Weasel had no idea, but it DID seem logical. Weasel wasn't normally a spiritual or religious person, but the stuff that had happened during their encounter with the undead had been undeniably spiritual. They had died in the real world during their escape. Then awoke in the prison once again, but THIS time, it was infested with demonic monsters. The failed escape attempt in the real world, that ended with the three killing Weasel on the roof, and the other three being executed months later, had been erased from everyone's memory. Though, over the course of the cycle, Weasel started to regain his memory, alas the others did not. Then, eventually the others started asking the same questions Weasel has been. That question was "What's causing this?"
This soon led to the others eventually blaming Weasel for causing them to be stuck in purgatory, and murdering him. This leads to his current situation. Stuck in what Weasel assumes is another DIMENSION, away from the problems of his earlier lives. Weasel thought for a second that this might be a purgatory of a purgatory. Was he TRULY in another dimension, or was he in yet another purgatory? Was any of this REAL? Was Luna, Celestia, and all of the other ponies in the castle real? What if both the horrific events of Alcatraz, and the current world of ponies were just an interactive stress dream?
Weasel shook his head, no, it can't be fake, he didn't want it to be fake. He had a chance to be happy for once in his sad, sympathetic life. It would be too much on him if it was indeed fake, he'd break down. He gulped, and stood up. He opened the refrigerator. The light shined in his eyes, and he grabbed the most familiar type of food he saw. It was a type of vegetarian sandwich. It was a BLT. Minus the bacon, and the tomato. So it was basically two pieces of bread and a salad in between. He smiled, it had been the first actual piece of food he's eaten since the last time he was in the Alcatraz cafeteria.
It wasn't great, but why should he complain? He just went through literal hell, so he didn't think that a sandwich not being the most epic thing he's ever put in his mouth, was the most important problem in his life. He sat down in the chair, and began to slowly take bites out of the soft bread.
He finished it rather quickly. Surprising, fighting off an army of monsters, over and over again, makes you hungry. Who would've guessed?
Right as he swallowed the last bite, there was a quiet knock on the door. Weasel quickly got up out of the chair, and slowly walked to the door.
"Princess Luna, sorry to wake you, but your speech is in two hours!" A voice said from outside the door. Weasel panicked, the pony outside was not Celestia, it was one of Luna's personal guards.
The door creaked open, and the black pony with closed bat wings stepped in quietly. Weasel froze up, he was standing at the doorway of the kitchen, out of the guards field of view. Weasel backed into the kitchen quietly. He then crouched down and peeked around the doorway.
The guard was shaking Luna while telling her to wake up. Luna opened one eye, and sat up. "Oh hey Orion, how are you?"
The guard backed up. "Sorry for the interruption, but your speech in Manehattan is in two hours, you should start preparing." The guard, named Orion, said nervously.
Luna looked towards the kitchen, and saw Weasel peeking around the corner. She quickly looked back to Orion and started to talk. "So Orion, how is my sister today?" She said, while motioning with her hoof for Albert to get further back into the kitchen.
"I haven't been into that part of the castle today, yet, I can go and see her right now if you want." He said. Pointing back to the door.
"Please." Luna said, smiling. Orion nodded, and ran out. Once the sounds of his hooves hitting the hard stone stairs was far enough away to be inaudible, Luna shut the door. Weasel stood up and walked out of the kitchen.
"Al, why are you still here?" Luna asked. She was shaken. "You could have been spotted!" She panicked.
"Celestia hasn't come to get me yet." Weasel answered.
"You remember the plan?" Luna asked.
"Yeah." Weasel answered again.
"We'll take you to see the head of the guards, and his reaction will determine whether or not we should show you to the public." Luna restated the plan.
"I know, I know." Weasel said, assuring Luna that he knew what was going on. Weasel sighed, "So do you know when Celestia is supposed to take me to the head of guards?" Weasel asked.
"I guessed she would've done it by now, but since she didn't, I don't know." Luna answered.
"Oh, well then I don't suppose you know what I cou-" Was all Weasel managed to get out before the door opened again, and Orion, the guard from before, stepped in.
"Princess Luna, I saw your sister, she's doing fine." He said as he walked in, but stopped as he saw Al. Luna was frozen. Staring at Orion and back at Weasel.
Orion had a look of curiousness, and confusion on his face. Weasel backed up a few steps.
Orion looked shocked. "Oh, hey Orion, how are you?" Luna said awkwardly, and nervously. Orion rubbed his eyes with his right hoof, and looked confused whether or not he was seeing something real. He took a few steps forward and poked Weasel in the stomach. (I guess I never explained this, Luna was level with Weasel, Celestia was about a foot taller than him, and most other ponies were about up to his lower chest.)
"Princess Luna... What is that?" He asked. Weasel was surprised to hear no fear in the guards voice. Just curiosity, and a bit of confusion.
"This... Is Albert Arlington" Luna said, going straight to the point, "He's a human, and he sometimes goes by Weasel..." No use lying to him now. Besides he didn't react with fear.
"No way..." Orion mumbled to himself, while looking up at Al. "You mean humans... like from the children books, and stories?"
"Yes." Luna answered.
"... They exist?" Orion asked, surprised. Weasel decided to get into the conversation.
"Well y-" Luna was about to say. Before Weasel butted in.
"Yes, and no" Weasel answered.
"What does he mean?" Orion asked, pointing to Al, while facing Luna.
"They exist, but not on our planet. They exist on a planet... far, far away." Luna answered. Smiling.
Orion looked back at Weasel. "Woah..." He said.
"Hi," Arlington said, awkwardly. "My name is Albert Arlington, but most people, and ponies, call me Weasel."
"I'm... I'm Orion," The guard said. He reached his hoof out. Weasel guessed it was a pony version of a hand shake. Weasel reached out and gently grabbed the pony's hoof, and shook it slightly.
"Now, Orion, this is important." Luna said, changing her look to a very serious look. "You can't tell ANYPONY about Al, not yet. He's only just got here, and we're planning on showing him to the public very soon. Just don't tell anypony about him until the public knows, alright?" She asked, putting a lot of emphasis on anypony.
"You got it, Princess. When will you be showing him to the public?" Orion asked.
"We'll show him to the head of guards today, and if he reacts well, we'll show him to the public later today. If he doesn't, then we'll keep him a secret for a little while longer." Luna answered.
"Ok, princess, but don't forget about your speech, you should go get ready." Orion reminded Luna.
"Oh, I almost forgot, I'll go and get the speech notes, and go, bye Weasel, see you later Orion!" Luna said, opening the door, and sprinting down the steps. Leaving Orion and Weasel alone.
Weasel sighed and sat down, almost forgetting the guard in the room.
"Sooo..." Orion said awkwardly. Weasel looked over to him. "I still gotta wait for Princess Celestia to come here and bring me to the head of guards." Weasel said, looking at Orion.
"So what's it like where you came from?" Orion asked, sitting down like a dog would, next to him.
"It isn't like it is here," Weasel said, "I here there's no war or a lot of crime here."
"There used to be a lot of war, but there hasn't been a war for about 50 years." Orion said, looking up at Al.
"What about crime?" Weasel asked, looking down.
"It depends on where you are. Canterlot and Ponyville have little to no crime, but in Manehattan there's quite a bit of it." Orion answered. Weasel nodded.
"Where I come from, there's crime all over, and wars are constantly going on." Weasel said. Orion looked down for a second.
"What do humans use as weapons? In the old children books it showed humans using crossbows, and bows and arrows." Orion asked.
"We used to use those a long time ago, but more recently, humans developed guns." Weasel stated.
"What are guns?" Orion asked, standing up, and jumping into the chair next to him, then sitting back down like a dog would.
"It's hard to explain. They come in plenty of different shapes..." Weasel was at a loss trying to explain what they were. "There's a handle, then a barrel that extends forward, and there's tiny, pointy things, called bullets, that are put into a box, then the box is connected to the gun. It loads one at a time into the barrel, and a small explosion goes off in the barrel, just enough to send the bullet flying out of the barrel. Let me tell 'ya. If that bullet hits something, or someone. it'll pierce straight through."
"How fast does the bullet go?" Orion asked, interested in human technology.
"Faster than the eye can see. You can't see it going through the air, that's how fast it goes." Weasel stated. Orion was silent for a moment.
"So how'd you end up here?" Orion said, with a curious look on his face.
"It's... a long story." Weasel said, wondering whether or not he should tell Orion of his criminal background, or how he fought demons in purgatory.
"Go on, we got until Princess Celestia comes to get you." Orion said, sitting patiently. Weasel sighed.
"In my world... It's all about money. If you don't got cash, then you're done. I ran out... I wasn't born into a rich family, I was born into a family that lived in a crappy apartment in a city called New York. When my family ran out of money, we lost our home, and I had to resort to thievery to survive." Weasel started the story.
"If you say so," Orion said, "Finish your story, please."
"I ended up in a mob, long after most of my family either parted ways, or died. The mob was small, but dangerous, everyone of us made a living. We robbed banks, mugged people, raised an illegal empire right under the noses of the government. Eventually... we got busted, and ended up in the highest security prison in existence."
"Sweet bro, you got any prison tats?" Orion asked, grinning. Weasel chuckled a bit.
"No, Orion, I don't have any prison tats." Weasel laughed a bit. "Anyways," Weasel said, getting a bit more serious. "The others got busted too, and we ended up in there for about four months before we made our escape attempt."
"Did you dig out of there with a spoon?" Orion asked
"No, I pretended to be injured so the guards would open the cell, and try to help me. Then I stabbed him..." Weasel said, darkly. He was expecting for Orion to freak out. Instead, Orion was still interested.
"Ok, go on." He said, listening intently.
Weasel was surprised to hear him NOT freaking out at the knowledge that Weasel was a murderer.
"We made our way up to the roof, fleeing guards. Our plan was to build a makeshift pl..." Weasel stopped himself, they don't have planes in this world, so he can just simplify it to avoid having to explain it. "Makeshift flying machine on the roof." Orion was treating it like a move. His eyes were wide.
"What happened then?" He asked, excited.
"Here's where it starts getting a bit weird.." Weasel said, he sighed. "When they realized that I couldn't follow through on my promise to make the flying machine, they murdered me on the roof."
"Woah... Then you woke up here?" Orion asked.
"No, it get's weirder. Afterwards they were caught, and executed for my murder. THEN we all woke up in the prison again. Everyone's memory was erased, so we couldn't remember that we had already tried to escape, and failed."
"That's some paranormal stuff right there..." Orion commented.
"It was... we were in..."
"Purgatory." Orion stated the word that Weasel was looking for.
"Yeah, that. Anyways, we started the plan same as before, except after I stabbed the guard, he came back to life, as a... a monster." Weasel remembered the guards flaming read eyes.
"Like, like a zombie?" Orion asked. Weasel had never heard of that term, but he liked it.
"Yeah, I guess so. After putting the guard down, a lot more of 'em came. A LOT more of 'em. Tons and tons of the zombies poured out of cells, and through holes in walls. Eventually, the zombies caught all four of us, and killed us."
"That's when you woke up here?" Orion asked, interested deeply in Weasel's story.
"No, it gets even weirder. We then woke up yet again, as ghosts... floating over our own dead bodies. We each went into our bodies and that's when the cycle began."
"The cycle?" Orion asked.
"We were stuck in a cycle of going from the prison, to the nearby bridge, and back to the prison." Weasel answered.
"How'd you get to the bridge?" Orion asked.
"I'll tell you if I can continue the story." Weasel said, smiling at Orion.
"Go on, we don't got all day." Orion said, non-patiently.
"Ok, ok... Then the zombies attacked again, over and over in waves of about a hundred. We fought 'em off with guns and the such." Weasel said, remember the events. "There was this one... big guy, he was a large guard, who kept coming back every half hour or so, he was a good... three feet taller than every other zombie there, and he'd shout at us while chasing us, taunting us... He was the hardest to kill, and every time we DID kill him, he'd just come back about thirty minutes later."
"Wow, he's persistent." Orion commented.
"Yeah... Well after finding all the parts for the plane, we went up to the roof and built it... we took off, thinking we were home free... Instead, we crashed into a bridge. We fought zombies on the bridge for a while, then died... THEN we came back right were we started, as ghosts, hovering over our own dead bodies. We built the plane again, and again, and again. Each time just crashing into the bridge, dying, and then coming back in the starting room." Weasel explained the cycle.
"So that's the cycle? All the while being attacked by zombies?" Orion asked both questions.
"Yes, and yes." Weasel answered. "After going through the cycle a few times, I started to regain my memories, and so did the others. I realized first that we were trapped in purgatory, but kept it to myself, because I remembered that the others had murdered me in real life. The others were slowly regaining their memories too, but not as fast as me. We went to the bridge... one final time... and while we were fighting zombies the other three turned on me... They remembered that they had killed me in real life, and blamed me for trapping them in a personal hell. They murdered me... a second time, on that bridge." Weasel finished.
"Then you woke up here?" Orion asked again.
"Yeah... You wanna know the worst part of this?" Weasel asked.
"Sure." Orion answered.
"That one big guy, the one that keeps coming to life?" Weasel was seeing if Orion remembered that part of the story. Orion nodded so Weasel went on. "He's been attacking me in my dreams."
"How do you know it's not just regular nightmares?" Orion asked.
"Because Luna said she can feel a dark presence around me when I sleep..." Weasel said, confirming it.
"Oh... What if he tries to physically COME to Equestria?" Orion asked, worried.
"He is." Weasel said in a dark voice.
"WHAT?" Orion asked shocked.
"Luna said it'll take the demon a while to build up the energy to get here. She also said that she has enough magic within her to teleport my gun to this world, as long as she has some time to build up the magic needed for the spell."
"It'll come back when you kill it, won't it? Like it did in purgatory?" Orion asked, noticeably worried.
"I don't think so, since that was purgatory, none of that applied to logic. This is real life. Demon or not, you can't just come back to life in real life." Weasel said, hoping that he was right.
"I hope you're right, because if you're wrong, and he just keeps coming back, then it'll take the elements of harmony to get him to go." Orion said.
"What?" Weasel asked, he had never heard of the 'elements of harmony'.
"There are these six ponies that were the best friends the world could make. They ended up being the perfect users for these magical gems called the Elements of Harmony. They hold the most powerful magic in existence." Orion explained.
There was a knock on the door, and a muffled. "Weasel? Weasel are you there?"
"Oh, it's Celestia," Orion said, jumping down from the chair.
"Finally..." Weasel said, getting up.
They walked to the door, and Weasel opened it up. Celestia was standing outside, she looked at Weasel and smiled. "Luna said that her personal guard saw you?" She asked for Weasel to confirm the story.
"Yeah, I did." Orion peaked into the doorway.
"It's no use hiding stuff from him, I've told him the full story." Weasel said.
"Everything?" Celestia asked, surprised that Orion wasn't scared of Weasel.
"Yeah, the full story." Weasel confirmed.
"Ok... Just try and keep the fact that you went through hell to get here a bit of a secret, we don't want the entire public to know that you were a criminal and fought demons in hell, they'll be frightened. Ok?" Celestia asked.
"Yeah, I won't go around telling everyone, just close friends." Weasel said, Orion looked up and him, and stuck out his hoof.
"Bro hoof?" Orion said, realizing that Weasel just called him a friend.
"Um... sure..." Weasel said, putting his hand into a fist, and bumping it with Orion's hoof.
"Ok, mark that off my bucket list, bro hoofed a human... check." Orion mumbled to himself. Celestia laughed a bit at their antics, and then got a serious look on her face.
"Ok, the head of guard is waiting... Orion, you may come if you wish." Celestia said, before turning around and trotting down the steps. Weasel followed. Orion thought for a second whether or not he should come, before seeing the two already leaving him behind. He jumped up, and flapped his bat wings.
"Wait up!" He shouted, while flying down the stairs.
Weasel followed Celestia. They had reached the bottom of the stairs. "So, are there any other ponies around?" Weasel asked, looking around the large marble hall that connected to Luna's chamber's stairs.
"The head of guard will be here very soon, and to answer you Weasel, there are no guards in this part of the castle as of right now, I had called them all to the eastern part of the castle, they won't be back until later today." Celestia answered, smiling. Orion came down from the steps, sprinting.
"I'm here!" Orion announced, panting. He whipped the sweat off of his forehead. Weasel turned around to him. "Hey Al, I'mma stay see how badly the head of guards pisses himself." He laughed to himself.
"Settle down, I don't want to have to act like an annoyed parent." Celestia said, staring down at the two.
"I'm sorry princess." Orion mumbled, looking down at the floor in shame. Weasel didn't apologize though, he just looked back to her, grinning. He, and she both knew that Weasel was not a citizen of Equestria, and therefor could not be ordered around by the princesses. Which didn't anger Celestia, it gave them an excuse to not just be Princess and civilian. They could be friends. They could be equal.
"It's fine Orion, you don't need to be so formal. You're my sisters personal guard, we need to get on a somewhat friend basis." Celestia said, smiling down to Orion.
Orion smiled back to her. "Thank you princess." He said. The three sat in the marble palace looking room for about another minute before Orion spoke up.
"So are you SURE that you don't have any prison tats?" He asked, disappointed.
"I am absolutely sure." Weasel stated, staring at Orion. Orion had a disappointed look on his face. He, for some reason, really wanted Weasel to have some 'sick prison tats' (as Orion put it.)
There was a distant patter on the marble floor. The head of guards was approaching. It slowly got louder and louder. It kept growing until a large white pony in golden armor turned the corner. "Hello Princess Celestia, why did you want me to see you here?" He asked, not noticing Weasel standing about a few feet away from her.
"Him," Was all Celestia said, lifting a hoof and pointing to Weasel. Al could see the guards eyes trail from Celestia slowly to Weasel. The guard stopped moving forward, he was only about six feet in front of Albert. Orion sat beside Weasel, wanting to see the world's toughest looking pony freak out.
The guard backed up a step or two. "Princess, what... what is that?" The guard asked, pointing at Weasel.
"This is Albert Arlington." Celestia stated. "A human."
"You've gotta be kidding me, a human? Seriously? Like the ones that are in all of the foal stories?" The guard said, not scared, not horrified, but shocked. Each question that the guard asked, Celestia simply nodded.
The guard slowly made his way to Weasel, and gave him a big poke in the stomach. Harder than Weasel would've liked, too. "Ow... That hurt," Weasel whined sarcastically.
"Holy Discord, it can talk!" The guard announced, surprised.
"HE! I'm a he, not an it." Weasel stated. The guard nodded.
"So how did it- er... he get here?" The guard corrected himself. Weasel was about to tell him, but Celestia butt in.
"Luna messed up a teleportation spell and brought him here from his own planet." Celestia said, looking to the guard, and back to Weasel rapidly.
"Is he going to be staying for long?" The guard asked, obviously still shocked at the sudden sight of what they perceived as an alien.
"The spell was a... one way trip." Celestia explained. "He'll be here for a long... Long time."
"So why'd I have to see him?" The guard asked. Looking at Weasel, and putting emphasis on 'him'.
"To test your reaction." Celestia answered. Orion was still sitting next to Weasel. Weasel looked at Orion, Orion was a black pony with bat wings. His eyes were a silvery grey, and his hair was also black. His tail was also... you guessed it: black.
Weasel looked back at the guard. So far no one has reacted to him badly. Orion was just confused and curious, and the head of guards was in shock, and doubting everything he's ever known.
"Sorry to ask, Princess, but why?" The head of guards asked, looking at Weasel, then back to her. Albert could feel the tension in the air.
"We're going to reveal him to the public eventually. We can't just keep him a secret for the rest of his life." Celestia explained.
"So you... you were testing to see how ponies will react to him?" The guard asked. Weasel had just noticed that they had never spoken of his name.
"Yes, since you didn't react that badly, he'll probably become public in the next few days or so." Celestia answered. "Just keep this a secret until then, yes?"
"Yes, Princess Celestia." He said, bowing. Weasel had never seen anything like it, total monarchy. Like... Like a fairy tale. After a few more minutes of awkward babbling, the guard left, had to go back to his office so his men didn't goof off. He was very polite about it too, said "Sorry Princess Celestia." about seven times when he said he had to go. She understood, she seems like a nice enough leader.
"Well that was pretty disappointing." Orion said, looking up at Weasel.
"What? Why?" Weasel asked, looking back at Orion.
"Well FIRST you don't have any sick prison tats, and then the head of guards DIDN'T piss himself at the sight of you!" He exclaimed, with a sad look on his face.
"You're pretty stuck on the 'sick prison tats' thing aren't ya'?" Weasel asked. "Also how are YOU Luna's chamber's guard? You have the mindset of an eight year old."
Orion looked up at him. "I know you are but what am I?" He said in a mocking tone.
"Really?" Weasel asked, dryly. Looking down at Orion with a face of utter judgement.
"Yes." Orion said simply, and then noticed the Princess staring at the two smiling. "Oh! Um, sorry Princess." Orion said, with his head hung. Weasel could barely manage to not smirk.
"So, Celestia, No one has reacted quite badly to me, yet." Weasel stated, with a sense of accomplishment.
"Well, the two ponies, besides my sister and I, that have seen you are class A guards that are trained not to be afraid." Celestia said. "We still don't know what the public will act like."
"Wait, wait... Orion is a class A guard?" Weasel asked, surprised. Orion looked at him, and stuck his tongue out. Celestia didn't see it though.
"Yes, he is, actually one of Luna's best guards." Celestia said, unknowing of the childish Pony sitting beside her.
"Woah, that's surprising... to say the least." Weasel said, staring at Orion, who still had his tongue out in a childish, mocking manner. "You said something about how the public will react differently than the guards?" Weasel asked, looking up to Celestia.
"Yes, we do have a group of ponies who are more... untrained to fear." Celestia mentioned. "If THEY react in a good way, THEN we can show you off to the public."
"I'm guessing they're coming right now?" Weasel guessed.
"No, we're going to them." Celestia corrected. "Get ready to leave in about 20 minutes or so. We're gonna go to Ponyville." Celestia turned around and started for the door.
"Wait! Where am I to stay for the next 20 minutes?" Weasel asked/yelled.
"Go back to Princess Luna's chamber. I'll come for you!" Celestia only had to raise her voice a bit. Then, she left.
Weasel sighed, more waiting around. He hated waiting. He turned around and headed to the steps. Orion followed him up the stairs. "Don't you have any guard duties?" Weasel asked Orion, turning his head.
"Nope, I'm Princess Luna's Chamber Guard. I only have to guard her when she's sleeping. She won't be back for another few days or so, so I got a lot of free time." Orion said, smiling. It was like a vacation to him. "Do you know how tiring it is to stand in the same spot for EIGHT HOURS?" Orion asked.
"Orion," Weasel said. "I sat in a prison cell for months, only to get attacked by the undead when I finally get out."
"Oh, yeah, forgot about that." Orion trailed off at the end.He seemed to pity Weasel, sympathize him.
"Welp, now I'm here, In my world's equivalent to a paradise." Weasel smiled, laughed a bit. "And I've spent most of my time so far, waiting for stuff to happen."
"That DOES suck." Orion nodded. They were at the top of the stairs, Weasel opened the door quietly, and Orion and him slipped in. They were alone in the large room. "So..." Orion said, looking around. "What do we do now?"
Weasel looked at Orion. "I don't know, we're only gonna be here for about 20 minutes, so it won't be too long." Weasel answered, sighing. There was so much waiting in Equestria, and Albert Arlington hated it. Absolutely hated it. Orion also sighed, it was infectious like... Like yawning.
"So are you ABSOLUTELY SURE that you don't have any sick prison tats?" Orion asked again.
"I'm sure, so can you shut the hell up about it?" Weasel asked jokingly.
"Was just wondering... Dick." Orion mumbled, and shot the stupidest grin Al had ever seen. It was also the first time he had heard a cuss word come from a pony, Weasel assumed it was because they were in a royal castle. Not really the appropriate place to swear like a sailor who just found his wife fuckin' a clown.
Weasel sat down on the edge of the bed, and rubbed his temples. His head was starting to hurt, and there was a slight ringing in his hearing. "Hey man, are you okay?" Orion asked, going from a joking tone to a serious tone in a moment. "Are there any weird human diseases that I should know about?"
"It's just a headache," Weasel grumbled. "I guess being ripped out of your own world is a bit much on a person..."
"Yeah, I guess it is." Orion said, jumping up on the bed to get a better look at Weasel. Orion and Weasel had acted like they knew eachother for life, but they had only met about two hours earlier. The two were silent for another few minutes. Weasel's headache slowly went away and the ringing stopped. Weasel sighed, looking down at the floor. "So what was it like where you came from?" Orion asked, with nothing else to say.
Al was sure he had already answered that question before, but decided to humor Orion. "It wasn't pretty Man, lots of crime, murder, theivery, and other stuff like that." Weasel answered, looking at Orion. "There was some good stuff too, not enough to even it out... You go down the wrong street and suddenly you're getting mugged by a gang."
"That's pretty bad, Al. We don't have much crime here, use to, not anymore." Orion said sitting down next to Weasel. Orion was yet again sitting like a dog. Weasel laughed a bit, and proceeded to pet Orion like you would a dog. Orion looked at Weasel with a straight face. "I'm not a dog Al, stop." Orion said, smacking Weasel's hand away from him. Weasel laughed weakly.
"Jeez, I was just petting you," Weasel joked.
"I'm not a dog." Orion said simply.
"Then stop acting like one." Weasel snickered out.
"I don't act like a dog, you're crazy." Orion said with a stupid smile on his face, while taking his back leg and itching behind his ear with it, just like a dog. Weasel and Orion laughed quietly, smiling to each other. This was the start of a beautiful, beautiful bromance. Albert leaned back, smiling. He had finally gotten away from his troubles. Despite the hours of waiting for stuff, it was miles ahead of being scratched and clawed at by the undead.
Weasel stretched out, feeling his knuckles, and shoulders pop. Some of them must have been audible, because Orion looked at Weasel with one eyebrow cocked. "Did you just snap your own neck?" Orion said, laughing.
"It's a human thing, shut up." Weasel joked. Sitting up on the bed.
"Ponies can pop bones too, stupid. I was joking, next thing you know you're gonna be explaining sex to me." Orion joked. "Humans can do... it, right?" Orion asked.
Weasel smirked, and nodded. "So what does a human female exactly look like? Are they hot?" Orion asked, nudging Weasel. Weasel broke out laughing. "What? It's a legit question!" Orion yelled, explaining himself.
"Depends... o- on the individual, really." Weasel managed to get out at the end of his laughing fit.
"Great... now I'm embarrassed." Orion said, pouting like a little baby child, and crossing his front hooves. After about ten seconds Orion had a small grin on his face, as though he just thought up something funny, but contemplated whether or not to say it.
"So... do you think OUR chicks are hot?" Orion asked in possibly the most bro-ish way possible. Weasel gave him a stern look, staring at Orion.
"Well so far the only 'chicks' I've seen here are the princesses, and you." Weasel said, laughing at his own joke.
"Okay, should ha've seen that coming..." Orion grumbled to himself. "Just answer the question, smartass." He spoke up. Giving a slightly annoyed look straight to Albert.
"Not really, I mean as a human, why would I be attracted to a pony? It's just absurd" Weasel said, looking very sternly right at the reader.
"O..K..?" Orion said, not knowing where Weasel was staring. Waving his hoof in front of Weasel's face. Weasel blinked and turned back to Orion.
"Well there goes the option of you being my wing-man, and as thanks, you could have sloppy secon-"
"Woah there, Orion, I'm alien to them, there's no way they'd do that." Weasel interrupted.
"Oh but you're wrong, there was a cartoon about humanity a few years back that got very 'adult' attention by both stallions and mares alike! There are hundreds of mares that would LOVE to get their kink on with you! There's no way you're gonna avoid it, at one point or another, a mare is gonna try to bang you." Orion laughed. Weasel looked horrified.
"I... uh, I guess I'll just send 'em your way." Weasel joked, while he smiled to Orion.
"Hell yes," Orion grumbled. "I'm just days away from being the KING OF BITCHES!" He said, jumping up on the bed, pumping his hoof into the air.
"Ok, settle down." Weasel said in a hush, as clip-clops became audible from the stairway.
There was a knock at the door, then another, and then another. Celestia peeked in. "Get moving!" She ordered, in hushed panic. "The guards will be all over this place in the next few minutes, we need to go now!"
Weasel nodded, and stood up, following Celestia down the stairs. All that was left was Orion sitting on the edge of the bed, muttering to himself about being the "Future king of bitches." He looked up to see that the others were both gone. "damn, I should probably stop fantasizing," He muttered, before hopping off the bed, and sprinting out.
Weasel followed Celestia down the stairs, and into the hall where they had met the guard, there were several more Guards lined up, some where jet black and had bat wings, like Orion, and some were pure white, and wore spartan styled armor. They didn't even move a muscle when Al walked in, Celestia turned turned to Weasel, and said quietly, "I already briefed them on what happened, they know everything, in case you were wondering why they're not reacting as much as you'd expect." Weasel nodded, and kept walking. At the end of the hall, on the balcony, was a chariot, that looked as if it was hovering. Weasel was surprised to see that two of Celestia's guards were attached to it, both of which were pegasi, flapping their wings gracefully in the sunlight, a bright blue sky behind them.
The guards were lined up on the walls, allowing room, between the two lines of guards, for Celestia, Orion, and Weasel. At the end of the line, was the balcony, and as the trio stepped on the chariot, the doors of the balcony slowly closed behind them. The two guards flying the chariot looked back at the princess.
"Shall we go immediately, Princess?" The one on the left asked, not even flinching when Weasel looked him right in the eyes.
"Yes, Ponyville awaits." Princess Celestia answered, the guard nodded, and then the two took off.
"Shouldn't I cover myself? Someone might see me." Weasel said quietly to Celestia, as he held on to the edge, not wanting to risk falling off the chariot at such height.
"No need, Al, we're going around the rest of Canterlot, anypony looking at the chariot will only see a black dot in the sky." Celestia said happily, over the wind, as the ride went faster and faster. Arlington nodded, and gripped the edge tighter. He looked to his left to see Orion, hanging his head over the edge, hanging his tongue out of his mouth. Weasel almost laughed, as Orion, only minutes earlier, had said that he was not acting like a dog.
The rest of the ride was mostly quiet, though they did pass over some interesting sights, a train, a small village in the middle of a forest, a beautiful waterfall, and a farm. The sky was brighter and bluer than Weasel had ever seen on Earth. He was overjoyed, yet the entire time, he held on for dear life, as he was nervous he'd fall off if he let go of the edge.
The chariot ride lasted for about 15 minutes, and it ended when they reached a medium sized village. The pegasi in front of the chariot slowed down, and aimed for a field left of the town, there was a soft thump as they touched ground, Weasel breathed a sigh of relief, he was on solid ground. He never really noticed while on the plane in the prison, that he had an extreme fear of heights. Maybe it was because he had built that plane, so he knew it was gonna work, except for the fact they flew it into a bridge... 6 times.
The three got off the chariot, and Weasel looked around at the forest to the left of them, and the village to the right of them. The guard on the right looked to Celestia. "Send a messenger when you want us to return." He said, then they took off, flying into the sky.
Celestia immediately turned to Weasel. "I'll be doing a public announcement, I'll require everypony in town to show up, that will allow you to get into the library without anypony seeing you."
"Where's the library?" Weasel asked. Looking into the village nearby. He was surprised no one saw them land and came to greet the Princess.
"It's a hollowed out tree in the middle of town, it's taller than all the houses around it, you'll find it." Celestia answered, smiling.
"I'll show you there!" Orion spoke up, waving his hoof in the air excitedly, like a child who REALLY wanted to go first in show-and-tell.
"Ok..." Weasel said, looking weirdly at Orion, who was still waving his hoof in the air. "So what am I doing in the library?"
"You're meeting the bearers of the Elements of Harmony, six very powerful magical gems. They've saved Equestria plenty of times." Celestia said. "I'll tell each of them to go back to the library, I'm not going to tell them a thing about you, we need to see the raw reactions."
"Ok, got it" Weasel nodded.
"We need to see if it would be safe to reveal you to the public." Celestia said, about to turn around.
"Wait, what happened to the head of guards' reaction deciding that?" Weasel spoke up, reaching out to her.
Celestia stopped and turned around. "I realized that he's a trained soldier, so is Orion, and that they aren't the best example of reaction for the general public." She said, before turning around again, and flying over the town.
Weasel sighed, realizing that he had to wait another 20 minutes for the town to be cleared, it's not that long, but he'd waited long enough in the short time he was in Equestria. It wasn't pleasant, I think I've said this before, but he was in a new world, new things, yet the only thing he could do was wait. Weasel wondered, just for a moment, what the other three were doing, he thought he saw Finn in that dream, but... but that was fake wasn't it? I mean... it wouldn't be the strangest thing to happen... what if... what if Finn was really there? Weasel's mind slowly went to the thing he had been ignoring this whole time.
The guard. Luna had told Weasel that the guard from the prison is building up energy to transfer worlds. To kill him. Al really didn't think about it for the past few days he was here, he really just kinda ignored it. Luna had said that she could maybe transfer his weapons over to Equestria if given enough time, but... but what is that gonna do to help? I mean... unless after the guard dies, he goes back to Earth, then Weasel's promptly fucked. Because if he just keeps coming back... then... then there's no stopping it. Albert thought of the damage that the guard will do to Equestria when he shows up, it's gonna be terrible. He better be able to get rid of him for good, or else he'll just keep coming back.
Weasel shook his head, noticing Orion waving his hoof in front of him. He looked down at Orion, Orion looked up to him, and smiled "Ey Buddy, how's it going up there? Can you stop day dreaming for a moment and listen to me? Hmmmm?" He said, in a smartass voice.
"Once you stop being so smug." Weasel laughed, flicking Orion's nose. Orion shook his head, rubbing his nose with his hoof, frowning. They stood there for a few more minutes, silent, making small talk on the weather, or Orion asking what Earth's politics were like. They heard the sound of children playing getting closer, Orion suddenly shushed Weasel in the middle of their conversation, they both focused on the sound of laughter getting closer. To put it as an understatement... AHEM, they started to freak the fuck out. They both looked around frantically for a place to hide. They both seemed to see a small bush at the same exact time. They both tried to jump behind the bush at the same time, they fought momentarily, then Weasel picked up Orion, and flung him out of the bush.
Orion landed and rolled into a tree stump. "Son of a bi..." He was about to finish, as he looked up to see two foals looking at him from above. "Oh hey... You kids should be running along, Celes... Princess Celestia is about to do a speech." The two looked confused. They were about to question Orion, when he got a stone cold flat face. "I will END you if you stay here." They backed up slowly, and ran off. Orion stared into their souls as they backed up.
Once they were far enough away, Weasel sat up from the bush. "Damn Orion, you're mean to children." He laughed quietly.
"Do you really think they would've left had I not scared them?" Orion said, getting up slowly.
"Probably not." Weasel admitted.
"There you go. I solved the problem." Orion said, smugly, wiping dirt off of his neck.
"Well then... thank you kindly." Weasel laughed, quietly. They stood for a second, listening. They heard far off conversations, and yelling from inside the town. "Hey Orion, go over the hill and see if people are going to the speech yet."
Orion nodded, and hopped into the air, and flapped his wings to raise over the hill, he scanned the city, then gently came back down. He turned to Weasel with a grin on his face. "Ponies are starting to leave, the messengers are shouting in the streets, and going from door to door. The town'll be abandoned in five minutes."
Weasel nodded, confidently, he looked to the hill that was between them, and Ponyville, he saw the windmill towering over the rest of the town. This place looked really homely to him, from what he briefly saw from the air.
To the left of the two, was a hill, blocking their view to the town, and blocking the town's view of them, and to the right of them, about 100 feet away, across a field, was an evil looking, creepy jungle. Weasel didn't feel safe being near this forest. Orion looked noticeably uncomfortable being near it also.
He kept looking over his shoulder, Orion did. Didn't say anything about the forest, but was obviously uncomfortable being there, near the jungle. "Hey, um... Orion?"
"Hmmm?" He said, jumping a bit when Weasel spoke up.
"What's up with the forest...?" Weasel spoke up.
"It's the Everfree Forest... it's like haunted or something... back in the day... about a hundred years ago, tons of dark magic cults made their homes there. Tons of ritualistic, voodoo shit happened there... sacrifices... shit like that... most believe it's still cursed." Orion said, with a worried look on his face.
"I don't... feel right, being so close to it." Albert said, taking tiny steps away from it.
"Yeah, ponies say that the closer you are to the old cult's base, the more that you experience all fear, and sadness felt by the ponies that were sacrificed." Orion said, looking into the pitch blackness that the forest was shrouded in.
"Those groups still there? In the forest?" Weasel said, scanning the forest, then quickly looking back to Orion.
"Hell no, royal troops went in there 'bout 50 years ago, wiped the bastards out." The two stood silently for a few seconds before Orion spoke up again. "Hey... Umm... can you not... tell anypony about this?"
"Huh, sure, why?" Weasel looked confused, at Orion.
"Because nopony really knows what went on in the Everfree." Orion admitted.
"Wait, about wiping the cults out, or nopony even knows the cults existed?"
"Nopony even knows that they existed, see, the royals... they want to make everyone believe the world is perfect... but since I'm Luna's personal guard... I get to know things... the truths behind the constant cover ups the ponies in Canterlot are always putting out." Orion admitted, leaning against the one tree near them.
"Oh jeez, you mean... nopony knows about all the sacrifices... nothing?"
"... Nope..." Orion admitted, sliding down the tree until he was lying at the base. Weasel joined him, and sat down next to the bush he had jumped in about five minutes earlier. Weasel sighed, and slid his hat over the top of his face. The hot summer sun beamed down on them, constantly bombarding them with heat, only shielded by the shadow of the tree.
"Wow... Shit sucks, I guess." Weasel said, sliding the hat back onto his head. His extremely short brown hair glistening in the sun, while the hat was off.
"Yes... it does suck." Orion said, lying down in the shade. Albert could have fallen asleep right then and there, but he remembered, very suddenly, that he had a very important thing to do, he was slowly closing his eyes, about to fall asleep, when he propped up instantly, and jumped to his feet.
"Orion, we gotta go, we gotta go now." Weasel said, panicking. Albert had only just realized that the talking and yelling in the town had stopped, meaning that the speech had started. Orion slowly got up.
"Dude, what? I was half asleep." Orion said in that 'just waking up' voice that all guys do.
"Speech has started, we gotta go!" Weasel panicked, running to the top of the hill, and looking into the town, seeing absolutely no ponies.
"Oh shit..." Orion sat up, and wiped his forehead, and got up. Orion slowly got up, and ran to the top of the hill. "Ok, everypony's gone, let's get moving." Orion shook his head a bit, as he was a still waking up.
Weasel nodded, "You lead." He said, gesturing for Orion to go ahead of him. Orion scanned the town, which, since this side of the town was facing the Everfree forest, was completely fenced off. Weasel assumed, even though they didn't know what really happened in the Everfree, they were still afraid of it.
Orion saw a specific fence, that was lower to the ground than the others, and turned to Al, and spoke a quiet "Follow me." and ran for the fence. He jumped up, and with the help of a few wing flaps, he landed perfectly on the fence. He turned to Arlington, and offered a hoof for him to climb up.
Weasel grabbed Orion's hoof, and Orion pulled as hard as he could. Weasel jumped, and grabbed the top of the fence with his other hand, and pulled himself up, along with Orion pulling, he made it over with ease.
"That... that was much easier than I thought it would be." Orion laughed. Jumping off the fence, now in Ponyville, along with Weasel.
"Man, I'm a criminal, I'm an expert at climbing fences." Weasel laughed. Orion grinned at him.
"Oh yeah, almost forgot about that." Orion joked, looking around, suddenly with a confused look.
"Hey man, what's up?" Weasel asked.
"It's been... a while since I've been to Ponyville?" Orion admitted, with a nervous smile on his face.
"Really Orion?! How are we going to find the library now?" Weasel's head hung low. Orion thought he had failed his new human friend, but he looked up to see Weasel, and he saw, in the background, the library.
"Oh hey, look!" Orion said, piping up. Weasel sighed, turning to where Orion was pointing, surprised to see the tree library.
"Let's go!" Weasel said, with a confident look on his face. He ran to the library, which was a good 40 feet away. He got to the door, and slowly opened it, revealing an empty library. Just bookcases to the left, with a table in the center of the room, and a staircase going upstairs.
"I've never really been in here, looks cool enough." Orion said, going over to a stool, and jumping up on it.
"Celestia said that she'd brief them before they got here, right?" Weasel said, worried.
"Yeah, I recall her saying that." Orion said, wobbling the stool, almost falling off. Al looked around the interior, it was a light brown color, with books lining the carved in bookshelves. There was a cool breeze coming through an open window that was above the stair case.
For just one second though, Albert swore he saw the guard, standing on a hill in the distance, outside the window, but the next second he was gone. Weasel passed it off as his nervous imagination making up pictures, as the next second the guard was gone, and Luna had said it would take the guard weeks to build up the dark energy needed for dimensional travel.
He must be going crazy.
Orion noticed Weasel's worried look, and slowly went to the window, and shut it. Turning to Al with a worried look, staring at him. "Dude, you okay?" Orion spoke up.
"I'm... I'm fine." Weasel said, coming to his senses. He had to sit down, he was becoming a bit light headed. He leaned against the wall, and slowly slid down, till he was sitting on the floor, holding his head in his hands. Orion was about to speak, when he heard talking coming from outside. He jumped off the stool, leaving it to wobble, and almost fall.
Orion opened the door slightly, seeing ponies, returning to their homes.
"The speech is over, Celestia's probably telling the six right now, they'll be on their way soon..." Orion spoke quietly, closing the door with a silent 'creak'.
He turned to see Weasel still sitting in the corner, looking up to Orion with a scared look. "Hey man, what's wrong?" Orion asked, looking back to him .
"Nothing, I'm fine, I swear..." Weasel said standing up, with a weak, scared tone. The guard coming, it killed him on the inside, knowing that when the guard shows up, he will do anything to kill Weasel.
Orion was about to ask another question, when the door opened, very suddenly.
The door opened quickly, Weasel reacted quickly, jumping up, and looking at the door. Orion froze. To their relief, it wasn't the element bearers, it was Princess Celestia. She walked into the room, alone, with none of the element bearers. Weasel made a 'what happened to the plan?' face, and Celestia picked up on it, she spoke quietly, "I thought it would be easier if you met them all individually, instead of a all at once." Weasel nodded, and Celestia smiled, then walked back through the door.
Weasel sighed, this was heavy, how were these innocent minded civilians going to react to him? Their reactions decided his foreseeable future, badly equals hiding in the shadows, just like his old life. While good equals being famous to an entire world, where he'd be the only one of his kind, a... an alien! He certainly never got that much love, and popularity back in his old life. He deflated mentally, knowing that with his luck, they'd react the worst, and sat back down in the chair, looking up at the ceiling until Orion spoke up. "Dude, you gotta make a good first impression, look a bit happier," he said quietly.
Weasel shook his head, sighing once again, and then putting on a obviously fake, overly happy smile, and he looked back at Orion with a creepy ass face. "Oh shit, not that happy. Jeez." Orion laughed a bit, and Weasel smirked, and looked back at the door. Weasel noticed muffled talking, he could barely hear it but it sounded like Celestia explaining to the bearers that they had to go in individually.
After a short silence, the door opened, this time, it was one of the element bearers, a light blue female pony with a rainbow tail and mane. She was looking back at the others, not looking at what was in the room. "I don't get what's so important that we have to waste time like this." She says in a raspy voice, before kicking the door closed, and looking into the room, laying eyes directly on Weasel.
Her face quickly changed from annoyance, to confusion, to awe, and then finally pure happiness. "No. Way...." She quietly said, sitting down, and leaning on the door, putting a hoof on her chest, her breathing deepened, and she looked back at Weasel again, with another quick smile, "Oh my gosh, this is really happening..." She says to herself, before she sat up, and slowly walked to Weasel, putting a hoof to the side of his face, brushing it lightly.
"Umm.... hey?" Weasel speaks up, knocking the light blue rainbow pony out of her dream state.
"Oh. My. Gosh. You can talk!? It's just like on the show!" She says, massively fangirling. She then noticed Orion, sitting on a chair on the other side of the room, smirking. "Oh, I mean... I don't watch that stupid show, it's for fillies..." She said, scratching the back of her head with red cheeks, embarrassed.
"Hey, I'm not gonna judge." Orion laughed, still smirking.
Weasel stood up, so far, besides Luna and Celestia, all ponies stood about as tall as Weasel's crotch. Weasel hovered over the awe struck fangirl, before crouching down, and smiling. "Hey there," Weasel said, the pony still had a wide smile on her face. "I'm Albert Arlington, but most people call me Weasel..."
"I... Oh Celestia... I'm sorry man... I'm just kinda... kinda surprised..." She said, with an embarrassed look on her face. "My uh... my name's Rainbow Dash..." She said, looking away from Weasel, and towards the ground. She shook her head, and blinked a few times, and looked back to Weasel. "This can't be real..." Rainbow Dash once again whispered.
"Nice Al, already got fangirls, huh?" Orion quietly joked, expecting the rainbow pony not to hear him. She heard him alright, but she was too happy for the dick in the corner to spoil it for her, she was the happiest she had been in for a while, not only was there a new species in Equestria, but the species was from a comic series that she was obsessed with.
"So I take this as a good reaction?" Weasel asked, leaning forward in his chair, smiling. Rainbow, who was still against the door, blinked twice, and nodded a 'yeah'. She looked at the ground for a moment, as if she was contemplating something. She then looked directly at Al, and quickly got up from her current position, and slowly walked up to Albert, looked up to him, and gave a weak, slightly embarrassed smile.
"May I?" She said, face glowing red. Weasel, unknowing of what she meant, looked down at her, and said nodded. She hopped onto his lap, surprising Weasel, and making Orion slightly jealous of him, he was slightly attracted to the young pony. Dash was now level with Weasel, who was slightly freaked out, he didn't know the standards of Equestria, but on Earth, when a gal was all up on your lap, it was usually a sexual act.
She looked him in the eyes, with a small smile, wrapped her arms around Weasel, and placed her head on his shoulder, and hugged the absolute shit out of him. Weasel really didn't know what to do, so he kinda just patted her on the back. Her rainbow colored hair was sprawled all over, getting in his face, he lifted a hand and wiped it off of his face, he noticed something, it was unbelievably soft, Weasel had to stop himself from going to touch her hair, he looked over to Orion, Rainbow still hugging him for an uncomfortably long time.
Orion snickered in the corner, "I though you were supposed to me the non-girly one, no affection at all? Huh?" He joked.
"You tell anypony of this, I'll hurt you." Rainbow Dash said, ending the hug, and jumping off his lap.
"I'll help, I don't like him anyways." Weasel joked, looking at Orion with a smirk.
"I still can't believe that I just hugged a human, oh my gosh..." Rainbow Dash spoke, realizing that this was a changing point in history.
Weasel got up from the chair, ruffled the excited pony's hair, and looked at her. "So does Celestia want you to stay in here and wait for the others to see me too, or does she want you to leave?"
"She wanted us to go in alone, so I guess I gotta leave." Rainbow Dash said, disappointed. She just met a human, A HUMAN! And she must leave, and sit quietly as another pony goes in to experience the one-in-a-lifetime thing. She was admittedly not happy about it.
"Also I hope things don't get awkward cause of that... hug." Weasel said, scratching the back of his head.
"Oh yeah, sorry, I mean, I've been reading the comments for like EVER so I've always wanted to do that." Rainbow Dash admitted, giving an embarrassed look on her face, and slowly turning for the door, trotting along as Weasel turned to Orion, who was currently admiring Dash as she walked out of the room. "Bye..." She said quietly, before opening the door just wide enough to get out, and slipping out.
Moments before, Weasel turned to Orion to see him staring at Rainbow Dash's backside as she walked out of the room. Weasel, just to mess with his perverted friend Orion, stepped in front of him.
Rainbow Dash had exited the room, and now it was just Orion and Al. "Hey, what the hell man?" Orion said, hopping out of the chair and next to Weasel.
"There's something wrong with you, I mean, I get it, I'm a male. So I can admire a female too, but fuck man, she sounds like she's barely 15." Weasel said quietly, looking down at Orion.
"Man don't worry, I know all of these pony's ages, She's 19, Fluttershy's 23, Applejack's 26, Rarity's 24, Pinkie's 20, and Twilight's 18." Orion said with confidence.
"Wait, why do you know their ages?" Weasel asked, giving a disturbed look towards him.
"Well, I'm Luna's personal guard, and Luna spends a lot of time with the six, so in return I spend a lot of time with them, so of course I made sure that they're all legal." Orion said, giving a sly smile towards Weasel.
"Orion, you... you're... you're so sad..." Weasel joked, laughing a bit too loudly at his own insult.
"Hey man, it is perfectly fine for a dude my age to be all up in that business." Orion stated, flying slightly into the air, and crossing his two front legs.
"H-how'd we even get into this conversation?" Weasel said, laughing at the beginning.
"You started it!" Orion pipped.
"No I di-" Weasel couldn't finish, as once again, the door opened. This time, the two were met by a white pony, who had a purple mane. Orion smiled, seeing the shocked look on the mare's face, as he slowly went back to the floor and sat down in his chair, enjoying the view. Weasel looked back at the mare, who's face read confusion, and disbelief.
"What ARE you?" The pony spoke quietly, only loud enough to make a squeak. Weasel couldn't tell whether she was just in disbelief, or she was legitimately scared.
"Ummmm... Hi?" Weasel let out, not sure whether to go the 'I'm not dangerous, don't be scared route' or the 'Hi, I'm an alien' route. He did a small wave, and the pony reacted, stepping back.
"It can talk?" The white pony asked Orion as quietly as possible. Weasel gave her a disapproving look.
"He." Weasel said, looking at her.
"... What?" The pony said, a slight English accent could be heard.
"I'm not an it." Weasel said blatantly. The pony stared, Orion on the edge of his chair, smiling stupidly.
"Sorry..." The pony spoke quietly, avoiding looking Weasel in the eyes.
"You don't need to be scared of me, I'm not a wild animal, I'm capable of rational thought." Weasel said, trying to sound as smart as possible around the elegant looking mare. She took a deep breath, and looked up, seeing Weasel make a small smile. "There you go." He said, smiling.
"You never answered my question." The mare stated, now more confident at speaking with this new creature.
"What am I?" Weasel laughed.
"Yes." The pony said, now acting less intimidated, and more classy.
"I'm a human, I guess, from what I've heard from others, they don't exist outside of comic books here. Which makes me an alien to you're planet, buuuut most ponies can call me Weasel." He spoke.
"Weasel?" The pony asked, as if it wasn't good enough for her. Weasel almost had forgotten how to act around these types.
"It's just a nickname, my real name's Albert Arlington, you can just call me Al." Weasel said, as the mare looked upon him, specifically, his clothes. He was still wearing his prison attire, with the number tag ripped off. So he looked as though he was wearing dark dress pants, a tucked in button up dress shirt, a dark blue overcoat, and a small hat he had been gifted from his family. "So you must have a name too, Mrs...."
"Rarity, my name is Rarity, I'm a fashion designer in town, and I must say, dear, you're choice of clothing is... strange."
"You saying I look bad?" Weasel asked, jokingly.
"I said strange darling, not bad, it's just... different." Rarity pondered, sitting down on the floor, and putting a hoof up to her chin as she viewed Weasel's prison suit.
"Well it's good to know he's still fabulous." Orion joked, the two had almost forgotten he was there, and they admittedly jumped a bit as he spoke up loudly.
"Oh, hey Orion, say, why are you here with him?" Rarity asked Weasel.
"He saw me before anyone was supposed to, and then he just decided to stick around, despite my pleads." Weasel joked, giving a grin towards Orion.
"Oh, by the way, how are you here, if you're an alien, like you claim." Rarity asked, looking up at Weasel.
"I'm not sure, I woke up in the Canterlot Palace, and Princess Luna found me, kept me a secret for a couple days before this guy walked in and saw me." Weasel said, leaving out parts of the truth.
"Oh my... Well Arlington, it was nice to meet you, and I'd love to stay, but I must go, I promised a few very important ponies that I'd get their suits done by tomorrow, and I'm pressed for time." Rarity said. "It's still hard to believe that I just met an alien though, it feels... unnatural."
"Well, goodbye Rarity, it was nice meeting you too." Weasel spoke, as the mare slowly walked out of the room, deep in thought.
As soon as the door shut behind her, Orion turned to Al with a grin. "Well that worked out... well."
"Better than the last one." Weasel stated, looked towards the door, expecting another pony to come in any second.
"You just glad there wasn't a 30 second friendship hug?" Orion asked, stifling a laugh.
"... Kinda." Weasel admitted, still looking at the door, waiting. He had a small grin. He put his hands on his pockets as he sat down on the couch and waited for the door to open. Orion laughed quietly, and was cut off, yet again, by the door opening.
This time, it was a hyper pink pony, who bounced into the room, took one look at Weasel, gasped deeply, then continued to say this: "OH-MY-GOSH-YOU'RE-A-HUMAN-FROM-MY-LITTLE-HUMAN-I-USED-TO-READ-THAT-ALL-THE-TIME-AND-I'M-SO-EXCITED-YOU-WANNA-HANG-OUT-SOMETIME-IT'LL-BE-SUPER-DUPER-FUNZIES-MY-NAME-IS-PINKIE-PIE-WHAT'S-YOURS?" She said, without stopping.
"Uhhhhh... Albert 'Weasel' Arlington..." Weasel said, slightly scared of Pinkie Pie, who seemed unnaturally happy.
"Pinkie?" Al stopped her, pinching her lips together.
"Yushh?" She asked, lips still pinched shut.
"I'm not homeless." Weasel stated, slowly pulling his hand away from her.
"OH... WELL-THAT'S-GOOD-FOR-YOU-I-JUST-ASSUMED-THAT-YOU'D-BE-A-HOBO-BECAUSE-OF-YOU'RE-CLOTHES-K-BYE!" She spoke, again without speaking, then with a quick burst of movement, she flew out of the door. Leaving Orion and Weasel speechless.
"What... the fuck?" Orion spoke up, as the door slowly closed behind the gust of wind that trailed behind the pink blur.
I'm not really a brony anymore. I'm no longer interested in the show, and the only thing keeping me here is this fanfiction story. Once this is done, unless I suddenly spark an interest for it once more, I will no longer update at all on any brony related sites. It's taking me a while to write this because at the moment I'm writing stories about other things on FanFiction. I'm sorry, I'll get this story done eventually.
