Bolted Doors Part 1
WARNING: SMAL SPOILERS TO OTHER STORIES! READ AT OWN RISK!
Just so you know, Eye has a New Yorkers accent. He is black coated earth pony with a white mane, tail, and eyes (yes I know that's not very original). He also wears a brown trench coat and a brown fedora with a black band around the base. The two featured OC's, Thunder Bolt and Ravenblood Flame Blaze Shadow Fire Heart Nightshade in this story respectively belong to Thunder-Bolt and Bad Dragon
Hello there.
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Yes this building is the HQ for the OCDA. Are you in need of something?
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Who we are? You don't know?
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Well basically we are group of OC's and writers who have taken it into our own hooves to bring rogue OC's to justice or to provide homes for OC's without them.
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I'm sorry I have to interrupt you but I have a lot to do. If you really want to know what we do then take this. It's a file of some of my missions. Sort of like my memoirs. Read it and you'll get what I'm talking 'bout. Bye now.
Year: 1946
Month: November
Day: 16th
Time: 6:30 AM
I woke up to the sound of my alarm that day as usual. I would prefer to stay indoors but that's not exactly my choice. Today I had to go through at least two expected meetings and who knows how many unexpected meetings? Oh well. Best thing I could do was get it over with.
Grabbing my favorite brown trench coat and fedora I walked out the door completely forgetting breakfast. Walking down the street I passed other OC's on their merry way to jobs that they could brag 'bout to other ponies...or griffons...or Diamond dogs...you know what? Let's just say there are a lot of varieties of different species.
Anyways, I slowly trotted down the cobblestone street towards an old building. No matter how many times I came here, it always brought back memories. At least that's what my writer says. Damn those stupid backstories.
Entering the building I went to the third and top floor where my office was...or is. It's somewhat modest if I have to be honest but at least it's better then living on the street begging random writers for shipfics.
I sat at my desk and waited. Hours passed by as I found different ways to pass the time, reading being the main thing. A good old romance mystery novel always put me in a good mood.
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It was about midday before anything happened. A knock sounded at my door, and just in time to. My book was beginning to become predictable.
"Come in!" I said loud enough to be heard but quite enough to be casual. A grey Pegasus walked through the door. His mane and tail were both black but they had a line yellow running through them.
"Are you in charge of the OCDA?" He asked. judging by his demeanor his both happy and upset to be here. That was understandable. Many a writer had heard of us and would probably write a dramedy story to meet one of us. Bet I'll be damned if they weren't still frustrated that they had to resort to asking an OC for help with an OC.
"Yes." I answered, "My name is Eye. What can I do you for?"
He looked at me amused, "'Eye'? That's you name?"
I frowned, "Blame my writer."
He smiled and rolled his eyes, "Well anyway, let me just cut to the chase."
'Is he seriously going to use lingo he thinks is detective lingo the entire conversation?' I thought to myself.
He then took a photo, "I lookin' for this little straggler."
"Damn it. He is." I took the photo and looked at it. It was almost an exact replica of the pony in front of me except for the minor difference of a Wonderbolt costume. I looked it over and asked, "Do you have any other information that I can use?"
The Pegasus' smile faded, "The only information I can give you that I know of is that he was kidnapped and he's somewhere in one of Priceless911's stories."
I nodded and he left my office. Before I had a chance to move aa black and red alicorn burst into my office. On reflex I pulled a gun out from under my desk.
"Who the hell are you!?" I shouted. As soon he saw my gun he freaked.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I'm just here for an interview I didn't do nothin!" My muscles relaxed and as I returned my gun to it's normal place, I remembered my second meeting of the day.
I groaned and muttered to myself, "Dammit. Another alicorn." Then I spoke for him to hear, "So you want to join the OCDA do you?"
He smiled nervously and scratched the back of his hoof, "Well my writer said it would help the OC community so I just thought 'why not?'"
nodding I walked past him and put on both my pieces of apparel, "Alright then. Follow me. We're going to go our first mission."
"Wait." He spoke confused as far as I could tell. My back was to him, "Does this mean I'm hired?"
Smirking I replied, "We'll see."
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After a quick stop by the store to get my new "partner" (please note the quotations marks) some better detective clothes, we made our way towards the center of town.
"Where are we going?" A voice rang beside me. I looked to my left to see the alicorn. During the trip I learned quite a bit about him. In his story he is an alicorn destined to defeat King Sombra. His memory of his younger years was erased however and he wasn't sure what to do. Oh well. That happens to a lot of OC's. The one thing that was strangest about him was his name: Ravenblood Flame Blaze Shadow Fire Heart Nightshade. Luckily I had a good nickname for him.
"I need to meet someone Blacky. He's got a tip for me on the location of our mission OC."
He scowled at me, "The least you could do is call me something a little bit more imaginative and not borderline racist."
I didn't respond. Sometimes silence is my best weapon.
After a minimal amount of time we came to a run down apartment.
"Wait here." I said to 'Blacky'. He stood next to the door as I ascended the stairs.
- - -My contacts real name will not be used in this. The only information that can be given is that he is a griffon.- - -
I went to the top floor of the complex and opened the door to a room I had agreed to meet in. Inside, my contact, Gruff, was sitting in a chair. I trotted over and smiled.
"Hey there Gruff. Hows life been to you." I said.
Without looking at me he simply said, "Good." He never dud like small talk.
"You said you know where my guy may be?"
Turning he spoke in a hushed voice, "I ran through the Underground and got a few leads. Your best bet is to head to The Cutters. He may have been taken there."
"Thank you." I decided to push my luck, "Do you have any ideas an who took him?"
His gaze suddenly looked washed in fear. It seemed almost as if he had seen a ghost. His voice cracked as he responded, "I...uh...can't...I just...can't." He stood up to leave. I would have followed him but I know he wasn't the most trustworthy of characters. It would best if I let it go. I began to head for an exit before he spoke once more, "Kittens may be playful things, but when they grow they're claws get sharper."
I turned around, "What does that mea..." He was gone.
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I walked briskly down the road towards my destination. Priceless911 had made the sky very beautiful in this story although the air had the constant smell of blood in it. Most ponies, griffons, or even dragons wouldn't notice it because they have lived in it for so long. I on the other hoof was not used the constant smell of blood, thus it attacked my senses terribly. I don't know what I was expecting. this story was rated teen for a reason and I don't think it was language.
I and my new friend associate were walking through a small town in Saddle Arabia. As far as I know it was very busy at the time, likely due to the visits of Prince Fuddlebutt to this sandpit of a city. Do not ask me why that's his name.
Anyways, our walk brought us to a tavern called The Arabian Rest. I couldn't tell if that was very imaginative or not. Inside it was terrible as it was outside. it was filled with ponies who likely didn't care whether you were a griffon or a manticore as long as you had money in your pocket.
"Ah. The OCDA. Have I done something wrong officer?" a sarcastic voice said from behind the bar table.
- - -Once again the names of my contacts will be kept secret.- - -
I looked up at the bartender and replied, "You've done enough. Good to see you to Tim." He smiled and we shook hooves.
"You two know eachother?" Blacky said in confusion.
I smirked, "Of course not. I act this way around all total strangers." I returned my attention to Tim ignoring the grunt of annoyance next to me, "So Tim I've wondering how the old business is going. I know you had a little trouble with some gang a week or two ago. If you'd filed a report I probably could have handled it. They were all OC's after all. You can't just let them run amok like this."
Tim started cleaning the countertop and snorted, "I would like to correct you I that it was a month ago and that snitching is not looked upon lightly in these parts. You may have an entire nation by your side living so close to The After but I don't have that luxury. You snitch on one pony around here then next day there's no trace of you. Poof. Gone."
I sighed, "Okay, okay. I get it. Do you always have to use my closeness with The After against me? I've never even been there.
He glanced at me and smiled, "Do you always have to ask questions to which you already know the answers?"
I chuckled, "Well, I guess your right." Tim brought us our drinks and we continued talking. After a little more light conversation Blacky interjected something.
"Look, I know you guys probably have a lot of catching up to do but we have something very important to discuss. We loo..."
I interrupted him, "Yes, yes. I'm getting to that. Tim. I'd like to ask you something."
"Yes?"
"have you seen a Pegasus come through here?"
He laughed, "Yeah. Hundreds. Kind of a broad question isn't that?"
I smiled, "Yes it is. More specifically, have you seen a grey Pegasus with a black and yellow mane and tail?"
He thought about his answer before speaking, "Well...now that I think about it...yes. He came in here looking for somepony. I told him basically the same thing I told you. That we don't snitch around here if we want to keep our legs attached to our bodies."
My smile remained but it became slightly more sinister. Blacky was about to depart now that we knew this but I stayed put, "You know something very interesting?"
Both the alicorn and Tim waited for me to continue. I looked down into my cup of Prickly's Wine, "It's interesting that I come here a lot. I get the same thing to drink every time."
I waited a second to add a dramatic pause. I'm pretty good at those.
"Beer."
I reached up and grabbed "Tim" by the hair and with as much force as I could slammed his snout into the table. In a groan of pain and a flash of light he became what I knew he was: a Changeling. Using his shock to my advantage I pulled him over the bar table and slammed his body onto the ground. Before I had a chance to do anything else his horn lit up and blasted me in the face. I was lucky it wasn't a fire spell or anything like that cause I would have been toast otherwise (very cliché pun I know). I cursed all the same.
My vision was blurred and I could feel hooves beating down on me. suddenly it stopped as I heard a loud explosion. My vision began to clear and I saw something I wasn't expecting. The changeling was now on the ground knocked out with Blacky standing over him. He looked slightly tired but he looked at me and smiled. I smiled back.
"Nice work Detective." I put emphasis on the detective part. he may have a lot to learn but was certainly not some damn wuss from I could see. His smile became slightly wider. After placing an inhibiter on his horn we took the changeling to a room in the back. I tied him to a chair and told Detective Blacky to stay outside.
When the changeling awoke he looked at me in horror of his current predicament. I smiled deviously, "Hello there."
I leaned forward, "Let's talk."