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Discord,Main 6,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Human,Adventure,Comedy,Drama,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Profanity,Sex,Violence
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Living The Dream
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When the world ends, a young man gets a chance to relive his life in the world of Equestria.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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I could not do exactly what I wanted. But! Enjoy!
Chapter 43
I stood in a white void, with nothing around me in all directions.
“So this what it's like being dead,” I mumbled, not impressed. At least my body was back to normal, no metal bits. And I had both eyes.
“It’s not so bad, honey,” a mare said from behind me.
Tears swelled up in my eyes as I spun around, seeing my Mom standing before me.
“Mom!” I screamed as I jumped into her embrace, crying like a foal as she held me tight, stroking my mane.
“Shhh, I gotcha, sweetie. I got you,” she cooed, just holding me as I cried.
“I’m so sorry!” I wailed, snot and tears running down my face. “You died because of me and my stupid obsession with that book!”
“I died because of the evil that existed in our world,” she replied in a soothing voice. “I made my choice when I took that case to represent Lance.”
“So you always believed me?!” I asked, pulling back as I wiped my face.
She smiled as she wiped away some snot with a tissue that appeared in her hoof. “I always did, honey. But for our sake I had to pretend I did not.”
“Because my dad is Darkest Bleak?” I asked, blowing snot into the tissue.
“Yes, my dear,” a voice said from behind me.
Turning, I saw someone who could only be Darkest Bleak standing there.
“Hey, kiddo, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he said with a little bow.
He kneeled down in front of us, an awkward look on his face. “I know we never got to know each other, but I’ve been watching you from the moment you were born. You are an amazing mare, Scamp.”
I rub my eyes, sniffling, “I don’t think so, I’ve killed so many…”
“I know,” he replied, looking at my Mom.
“Honey, we’ve all done things we’re not proud of. You have killed countless beings, but you didn’t do it for enjoyment,” my Mom said, moving my mane out of my face.
“She seemed to enjoy a lot of them,” Darkest said, getting a glare from my Mom. “What? I’m proud of her! Our daughter is a warrior! Stronger than I ever was, that’s for sure!”
“I regret it all,” I say, looking down. “I killed so many I became numb to it. I don’t like who I’ve become… I’m a terrible pony.”
“Shh! No you are not!” Mom said, shaking me roughly.
“You are a good pony, Scamp! There are always bumps along the path that we walk in life, and while many stray from the path, you stayed true! You never lost yourself, always fighting for what you believed in!”
“And you do not regret it all,” Darkest said, patting my shoulder. “What of Mallogory?”
This brought a sad smile to my lips as I closed my eyes, remembering my time with her.
“... Yeah, I don’t regret her. I would have loved to have spent my life with her.” Tears rolled down my face as I thought of all that we wouldn’t get to do now.
Mom pulled me into a hug, squeezing hard, “she’s amazing, Scamp. You two are perfect together.”
“She was…” I choke out, starting to cry again.
“Shh, it’s okay, honey,” she said, tilting my chin up.
I shook my head, “It’s not okay. I’m dead, she’s probably dead too, and so is everyone else. The Watcher won.”
Darkest chuckled at this, “that’s not the Scamp I’ve been watching. You should know better than to give up.”
“I’m literally dead,” I deadpanned.
“And you’re going to let that break you?” he asked roughly, getting a glare from Mom. “No, she needs this. Scamp, stand up, now.”
Wiping my nose, I slowly stood up, staring up at him as he towered above me.
“Scamp, you are my daughter,” he said bluntly. “And we do not give up in this family. You are strong, and you will buck up and push forward. This Watcher killed you and everyone you love? Then it's time to ante up! Go all in! I want you to give it all you got next time you face him! Do not hold back, fight with your entire soul!”
I sighed at him, “That’s a great speech. But again, I am dead. My story is over.”
“No, it is not!” He bellowed, causing me to wince. He pulled back, taking a deep breath. “Scamp, I know I wasn’t able to be there to be your father. But I’m happy to say that you did not need me. Look at you! You keep pushing forward no matter what happens to you, and you even were able to find love! I am proud to be your father.”
The urge hit me and I lurched forward, hugging him around his large barreled chest. “Thank you, Dad.”
He gasped at this, and wrapped his legs around me tightly, seeming to be holding back tears.
“It’s time,” Mom suddenly said, placing a hoof on my shoulder.
“Not now,” Dad said, holding me tight.
“Darkest,” she cooed, causing him to reluctantly let me go. Mom turned me to face her, wiping more tears and snot from my face.
“We are so proud of you, Scamp. Don’t ever forget that. No matter what happens, you are our daughter, and we will always love you.”
I grabbed both of them and pulled them into another hug, “I love you guys!”
“I love you too, Scamp,” Mom said, nuzzling my cheek.
“I love ya, kiddo,” Dad said as he nuzzled my other cheek.
I felt something start to tug on me, pulling me away from them. “But, I have questions!” I yelled, reaching out for them.
“Go get 'em, Scamp!” Dad cheered after me as I was pulled into a strange darkness.
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I let out a panicked scream as I came too on a rocky floor, looking around but not grasping what was going on as I kicked and screamed more, pushing myself backwards.
“Scamp?!” Mallogory screamed out as she suddenly fell on top of me.
“Mallogory?!” I yelled out, finally realizing we were back in the room before the Watcher’s room.
Everyone was here, even Greg!
“What the fuck?!” Greg yelled out, grabbing at his head. “I was dead!”
“Me too!” Reinhard yelped out, looking horrified.
Mallogory squeezed me tightly against her, crying into my neck. “You died! Right in front of me!”
“... I’m sorry,” I said dumbly, getting a bite from her.
“Don’t bite me!” I yelped, then pulled her into a tight hug.
“Lance! You didn’t!” Bronwyn yelled as we all looked over and saw Lance, sitting by himself, looking absolutely defeated.
“I had to, you were all dead… and he started killing my family in front of me…” he said, staring straight ahead.
“Your Ego… it’s gone,” she said solemnly.
“It’s part of the punishment,” Castor said from above us.
“What do you mean? What just happened?” Greg asked, looking between them.
“Lance just used time travel,” Castor began, “real time travel. Not the kind you all would be familiar with in your worlds. All of reality and existence just traveled back in time at once, and everyone knows it just happened. Even the UAD. There are strict rules in place, and time travel that affects all of existence is strictly forbidden. Lance is now back to his base self, and will be locked to his home dimension the moment he returns.”
“It was worth it,” he said slowly, smiling a bit. “You’re all back after all, and so is my family. I’m just going to surrender this time around.”
“No!” Castor yelled. “We can try again! All of creation relies on us!”
“Shut up, Castor,” Lance said coldly. “You’re the reason we walked in there and died like that.”
Greg frowned as he held up the Seed of Knowledge. “This thing killed me when I ate it…”
“Yep, so we’re done. Watcher wins,” Lance says as he stands up, looking to the door.
“No, he doesn’t,” I say suddenly, catching everyone off guard, even myself. “We still have the Seed.”
“Yeah, and it killed me,” Greg pointed out, but I waved him off.
“Because you did it Castor’s way. Let’s risk it all, and let Greg do it his way.”
Lance frowned, “that’s really dumb.” Then he sighed, “but Greg always comes out on top when he’s allowed to do things his way… What do you say, Greg?”
He looked at the Seed, and smirked. “Oh, I got ya. I’m going to smoke this with some weed, and we’ll see what happens.”
“You have to eat it!” Castor yelled, frustrated. “Eating it is the only way!”
“Yeah yeah,” Greg said as he ground up the Seed of Knowledge in a bowl he pulled out of his pocket dimension. He grinded it into a powder, then tossed in some precut buds of marijuana. He grinded them into the powder, mixing the two.
Then like an expert, he lifted it all up with his magic and wrapped it in some paper. Holding the fat blunt before himself, he lit it and took a massive puff of it. Holding the smoke in for a good moment before letting it all out.
“Oh shitttt, that’s fucking tight!” he said, taking a few more hits, draining the blunt down to the stub.
“So?” I asked as he tossed it aside, looking extremely happy and high.
“Oh, I feel it,” he says, then farts. “Ah, no, just gas… OH FUCK!” he went wide eyed as it looked like stars were flying by in the whites of his eyes.
He went slack jawed as he stood stock still, eyes flashing with all kinds of images.
“Is this… normal?” Reinhardt asked as we all looked on in both worry and awe.
“He… did it!” Castor yelled out. “He’s traversing all of time and existence right now! Seeing all possible past and futures! All knowledge is now available to him!”
Greg swayed as his eyes flashed faster and faster.
“The ultimate high…” Balgore said in awe, looking a bit jealous.
We all watched for the next few minutes as he twitched and jerked, his eyes displaying all kinds of images that made no sense.
Finally, it all came to a halt as he suddenly blinked and looked at us.
“So… what’d ya find out?” Reinhardt asked, leaning over everyone.
“I know what we need to do,” he replied, wide eyed. “It’s a slim chance of victory, but it’s the only one I can find that has a happy ending…”
“What do we do?” Lance asked, stepping in front of him.
“We need Pinkie Pie,” he suddenly said as he kicked a glyph, causing a portal to open.
“Wait, why?!” Lance yelled as Greg jumped into the portal. We all stared at the floating portal, confused.
Eventually, Greg and Pinkie Pie jumped out of it.
“Why is she here, Greg? WHY?!” Lance yelled, not wanting to bring any more to this place.
“Trust me,” Greg said simply as he looked around. “Do you all trust and believe in me? I need honest answers.”
“Yes!” Balgore and Reinhardt yelled out, slamming fist together as they did so.
“I do,” I say, smiling at him.
“Same,” Mallogory said next.
“You’re our only hope, so of course,” Castor said, bowing.
“Yes,” Bronwyn replied.
Remi held up her board. ‘Yes!’
Calypso sighed, but nodded, “Unfortunately, I do.”
“Always,” Jero said with a sharp nod.
Lance frowned, looking unsure of his answer. But he groaned and nodded, “I have no choice, so yes.”
“Perfect,” Greg said, his horn glowing. “In we go.”
“What are we doing though?” Lance asked as we all walked to the door.
“Fusing into me,” Greg replied simply. “I will be in control, but I need all of you inside of me lending me your powers and souls.”
“And Pinkie is here because?”
“Fourth wall breaking,” Greg said simply as the doors opened for us as we stepped in yet again.
“Really? You all chose to fight again?” the Watcher called out, laughing.
As we all lined up, Greg took the lead this time, stepping out in front of us.
“Ah, the missing one. Decided to come along this time?” the Watcher mocked, floating towards us.
Greg just clicked his tongue as his horn began to glow brighter. He lifted into the air as his magic spread around each of us.
As I was raised into the air with everyone else, I looked at Greg, grinning.
Good luck, Greg. You have my entire being at your disposal!
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The entire group turned into balls of light as they swirled around Greg, coming closer with each rotation. As they touched him, they absorbed his body.
As the last one entered him, he slowly lowered to the ground, a wide grin on his face.
“Trippy,” he said, as he looked himself over. His mane and tail were now longer, and his cutie mark was gone, now just blank. His mane fell into his face, so his horn flashed, causing a bandana to appear on his head to hold his mane back. “Perfect.”
“Well well, this is unexpected,” the Watcher said, looking surprised.
Greg chuckled as he waved his hoof, causing the scenery around them to change to a field in Equestria.
“And now you’re able to bend reality like me? Very interesting,” the Watcher moved towards him.
Looking up to the Watcher, Greg’s relaxed smile faded into a more serious look. “Ready?”
“Ready?” the Watcher asked, laughing loudly. “Are you asking ME if I’m ready?”
In an instant, Greg was in front of the Watcher, right hoof glowing as he slammed it into the face of the giant Virtue. The Watcher was sent flying backwards, crashing through trees and rocks as he tumbled.
Greg laughed, looking at his hoof, “Now that’s power!” He then blinked away, appearing in the air above the Watcher as he lay in a heap on the ground. “You good, bro?”
The Watcher untangled himself and slowly rose to float before Greg.
“You have untold powers, and you use them to PUNCH me?”
“Eeyup!” Greg smirked as the scene changed again to a strange location.
They were now standing on a street, the same height as each other. A small crowd of pixelated people stood around them cheering. Above them floated two life bars with their names over them.
“Really?” The Watcher asked in an unamused voice.
Greg only flipped his mane as he dashed forward, punching the Watcher as he blocked. Jumping in the air, he performed a spinning kick, catching the Watcher on one of his rings. Then without missing a beat, he landed on the ground and jumped back up, slamming his hoof into the underside of the Watcher’s fishbowl shaped head.
The Watcher flew up as his life bar drained a bit, and Greg began to scream as he threw punches towards the Watcher, causing little balls of energy to fly out and pelt the Watcher.
Regaining himself, the Watcher spun in the air and slammed a mechanical arm into Greg’s head, causing him to slam into the ground and bounce up. With his own spin, the Watcher slammed into Greg, sending him flying into an invisible wall.
With a twist, Greg righted himself and began to crouch and move left and right a few times, then punched and kicked the air.
“What are you doing?” the Watcher asked.
Greg only smirked as his body began to glow, “Ah hell yeah!” He dashed forwards and just slammed into the Watcher. Without even attacking him, his touch alone was damaging the Watcher as his health bar dropped. Each time he attacked the flashing pony, he’d take damage.
As his health bar neared zero, the scene changed.
Blinking, Greg looked around, finding himself in a cockpit of some ship. Looking out the window he saw the massive body of the Watcher floating in open space.
“Oh, I see what we’re doing!” he remarked as he jumped into the pilot's seat and began to fly towards the Watcher’s massive body.
As he neared, many smaller Watcher’s began to fly towards him. Flipping the triggers up, he began to unload on the approaching attackers, blowing them to pieces as he approached the massive douchebag ahead.
An arm flew towards him as beams flashed from the many eyes along the Watcher’s body, all aimed for him. He weaved the ship around and through the beams, firing away with his own weapons.
The massive health bar above the Watcher barely moved as he pelted his body with tiny energy balls.
“Well this isn’t fair!” Greg yelled as he was hit and his health dropped down near to zero instantly.
Spinning the ship, he dodged under the sweep of a mechanical arm, still firing away.
“Alright then, my turn!” he yelled through gritted teeth as a swarm of Watcher’s descended on his ship.
Everything changed to a rainy street in a massive city.
The Watcher stood over Greg, wearing some kind of royal cloak.
“Hmmm,” he looked down to Greg, who was wearing a yellow suit with a white cap.
“Want to do the whole ‘to OP to hurt’ thing? Alright, I got you. I saw this universe during my drug trip!” Greg smirked as he stepped towards the Watcher.
The Watcher slammed both fist down on Greg, destroying the ground around them, but the little pony remained unhurt as he pulled his fist back and punched forward. With a pained wheeze, the Watcher flew backwards, a massive hole through the middle of his face.
A single hit!
He hit the ground and crumbled in on himself, twitching.
Greg jumped and landed beside the downed Watcher, “had enough, fuck boy?”
A mechanical arm shot out and grabbed him by the face as the scene changed, with them now standing in an open field.
Breaking free of the arm, Greg jumped back as the Watcher smiled at him.
Music started playing around them as everything darkened till it was just the two of them and a platform between them.
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“Ooo, now you’re speaking my language!” Greg yelled to the Watcher as the Virtue threw out a ball, causing Lorenzo to appear between them.
“Lorenzo!” the man yelled, seemingly against his will.
Greg laughed as he threw out a pokeball of his own, causing Scamp to appear before the man.
“Scamp!” she yelled out, looking confused.
“Lorenzo, use Dice!” the Watcher yelled out, followed by Lorenzo stabbing a sword forward.
“Scamp, use Block!” Greg yelled, causing Scamp to raise her hoof claws and block the attack. “Scamp, use Bite!”
“Scamp!” she yelled as she jumped forward and bit into Lorenzo’s neck.
The Watcher watched on with a frown as Scamp absolutely demolished Lorenzo.
“Lorenzo, return!” he yelled, pulling Lorenzo back into a ball. With a flick, he threw out another, “Jaypo, go!”
A strange snake-like horse appeared before them.
“Jaypo!”
“Hm, Scamp return!” Greg yelled as he pulled her back and threw out another ball. “Lance, get em!”
“Girokon!” Lance yelled, looking more annoyed than confused.
“Jaypo, use Enter Mind!”
Jaypo let out a roar and surged forward, entering Lance’s mind.
“Lance, use Break and Dawn!” Greg yelled, followed by Lance looking very focused.
With a flash, Jaypo returned, looking scared for his life, backing away from Lance.
“Girokon!” Lance roared, stomping his hooves in victory.
The Watcher narrowed his eyes, then pulled Jaypo back as Greg did the same to Lance.
Greg smiled as the scene changed to a different one.
He now found himself standing before the Watcher, who now towered above him. Boss music began to play as the Watcher swung his arms down towards Greg.
Rolling to the side, he barely dodged the attack as he sent a bolt of magic flying up at the Watcher, hitting him in the body. The massive health bar above him barely moved at this.
Greg rolled left and right as the Watcher attacked with both his arms and beams in quick fashion, not letting up. Only every few rolls was Greg able to let loose a single magical attack, but it wasn’t going to be enough as the Watcher kept up his assault.
As the Watcher hit Greg with a beam, knocking his health down quickly, he dashed back.
“Stop picking OP boss’s!” Greg yelled as he changed the scene to a new one.
They both now stood in a courtroom, staring across the court at each other as a judge sat at the front of the room.
Greg smirked as the Judge began to speak.
“Watcher, you are accused of murder and general douchebaggery, how do you plead?” the judge yelled out, pointing a gavel at the Watcher.
With a raised eyebrow, he turned to face Greg, “Really?”
“Yep, how do you plead?” Greg asked, smirking as he crossed his arms.
The Watcher just laughed, “Guilty as charged!”
The courtroom exploded in anger as the Judge slammed his gavel down over and over again. “ORDER! ORDER!”
“Having pleaded guilty, I sentence you to life in prison!” The judge yelled.
“Yo, no! Sentence him to death!” Greg yelled, but just got a gavel slam in response.
“Do you want to be held in contempt of court?!”
“Oh fuck this,” Greg groaned as he changed their scene again.
They appeared in a 2D landscape, facing each other again.
Greg navigated a menu as he selected ‘ATTACK’ and picked ‘WEED BLAST’ he shot a stream of marijuana powered energy at the Watcher.
The attack smashed into the Watcher, doing nothing but pissing him off as he retaliated with a beam of his own.
Greg selected ‘DEFENSE’ and picked ‘SHIELD’, causing a wall of magic to form in front of him, barely blocking the attack. As he prepared for his turn, the scene changed yet again.
Before he could react, the Watcher slammed a mechanical hand into Greg, sending him flying back. He slammed into a wall and smashed through it, falling onto the ground on the other side.
As the Watcher blew through the wall as he chased after him, Greg smirked as he stood up and held a massive cannon on his shoulder.
“Get a load of this dubstep cannon, fucker!” He yelled as he pulled the trigger, hitting the Watcher with the beat drops of the future! Roaring in anger and pain, the Watcher held up his arms, blocking the beats as he continued floating towards Greg.
Turning up the volume, the beats dropped even harder as they slammed into the Watcher’s arms, finally breaking through them and slamming into his face.
“Yeah!” Greg yelled as he held the trigger, pelting the Watcher’s face with sick beats.
Then the Watcher broke free and slid sideways, face looking cracked as he glared at Greg with hate filled eyes.
“Enough!”
The scene fell away, being replaced with a rocky field.
Greg stood up straight on his hindlegs, smirking as he stared defiantly at the Watcher.
“Let’s get serious,” the Watcher said, raising his hand and pointing it at Greg.
“Bring it, bro,” Greg said, getting ready to block whatever came his way.
“Soul Break,” the Watcher said calmly as a simple, thin beam shot towards Greg. He raised a powerful shield, but the tiny beam slipped through it and hit him in the forehead.
Then everything inside of him shattered. He screamed in agony as he felt his soul shatter, then Scamps, Lance’s, Remi’s, Reinhardt’s, Castor’s, Jero’s, Balgore’s, Calypso’s, Mallogory’s, and Bronwyn’s. As it tried to shatter Pinkie Pie’s, Greg’s own soul moved in front of it and took the hit, breaking twice.
On the outside, he fell to his knees, looking extremely strained as he fought against the pain of every soul inside of him taking massive damage.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” The Watcher laughed, raising his hand. “Now, let me break you more. Try and dodge this!”
Greg flinched as he felt his entire being begin to be condensed down into a smaller form and get yanked forward.
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With a pained yell, Greg flew out of the strange dimension he’d been pulled into and slammed into the ground. He had no idea what that was, but whatever it was, it just tore his soul to pieces when it hit him!
“This is the end,” The Watcher said from across the way, staring at him. “You’re too broken to face me any longer.”
Greg breathed heavily as he struggled to stand back up. Inside of him, he felt the souls of his friends surrounding his own broken and battered soul, comforting it.
“Thanks guys,” he coughed, finding the strength to stand up.
The Watcher seemed to be charging up an attack, smiling widely at Greg as he did so. “Goodbye. I will rip Lance from your corpse!”
Spitting onto the ground, Greg looked up into the sky, looking both angry and frustrated, “YO! Why don’t you stop tormenting me and give me something to beat this fucker with?!”
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A smile formed on his face as something washed over his body, “Ah, shit, that’ll work. Thanks, bro!”
He stood up fully, smirking at the Watcher as he raised his hoof and braced it with the other, pointing it directly at the Watcher.
Energy started to form on his hoof as his body began to glow brightly.
“Oh, is that a gift from beyond?!” The Watcher asked, recognizing the energy pouring from the small pony. “It does not matter! You don’t know how to use it properly! NOW DIE!”
A massive beam of energy exploded out of his face, flying towards Greg.
Gritting his teeth, he fired his own, just as large, beam of energy. “Story Eraser Cannon!”
The two beams hit each other, coming to a stalemate as they pushed back and forth.
“Impressive, for a mortal!” The Watcher yelled as he began to glow brighter, his energy slowly overtaking Greg’s.
Pushing as hard as he could, his energy began to push back against the Watcher’s, coming back to a stalemate.
“Come on! Make this final showdown worth it!” The Watcher yelled over the whooshing air as the landscape around them began to shatter and fall away.
As the energy began to push towards him, Greg yelled as he put everything he had into it, just barely holding it back.
“I can’t!” he said through his gritted teeth. “FUCK!”
“YES!” the Watcher laughed, watching him struggle.
He dug deeper, taking all of his emotions and strength and threw it forward into his attack, actually starting to push the Watcher’s beam back.
“Ooo! There you go!” he yelled back as he watched Greg struggle to hold his own. “But not enough!”
The beam grew in size and quickly pushed Greg’s all the way back to himself, only a few feet away from him now.
His body and soul strained as he fought against the building pressure, but his horn started to crack as it suddenly exploded. He yelled in pain as blood poured down his face, covering his left eye and obscuring half of his vision.
The beam only drew closer to him as his power began to fade away.
Then, every soul within him gathered around him again, lending themselves to him.
“Guys, no! If I use you, you could die!” he yelled, reluctant to lose his friends.
But they pushed on, pressing into his soul eagerly.
As the beam was inches from his hoof, he cried out, “Okay!”
All of the souls within him attached themselves to his energy, and began to pour themselves into him. The beam began to get pushed back as his own energy began to grow in size and power.
“A last hoorah?” The Watcher laughed, pushing even harder with his own energy.
But Greg’s only grew larger and larger, pushing back against the Watcher’s energy at a steady pace.
“Stop!” The Watcher demanded as he poured all of his power and soul into the attack, pushing back against Greg’s yet again.
“Guys!” Greg yelled as he struggled to keep up the attack, “I’m sorry, but I need everything you got!”
The souls within him seemed to hesitate, as this could erase them from existence if it failed. But, one by one, they began to dedicate all of their being to Greg, allowing him full use of their souls.
With an amazing flash, Greg’s own beam began to over take the Watcher’s beam as they both began to scream. Their attacks grow to their peaks, the world around them exploding and being completely washed away by the energy exploding off of their clash.
Everything fell into a dark void as they floated in nothing as all of reality seemed to collapse around them.
The clashing energy between them pushed back and forth, as they fought for dominance. The dark void around them began to warp, showing glimpses of a world beyond. One both similar and unlike the one they know. Not as colorful, more dull.
“If you do not give up, we will shatter everything!” The Watcher yelled out desperately.
“Good!” Greg screamed, every soul in him giving it all they had. But they needed more!
Searching himself, he found one of the souls had not full committed to him. “Lance!” He called out, desperation in his voice. “Please, just trust in me! PLEASE!”
Lance’s soul held back, seeming to be unable to commit itself fully to Greg.
“Just this once, Lance! For our families! PLEASE, LANCE!” he screamed, not wanting to lose his momentum.
With a flicker, Lance’s soul slammed into Greg’s, fully giving himself to him.
He closed his eyes as he felt Lance’s energy join his own, causing the beam to begin to quickly overtake the Watcher.
“STOP!” he yelled, the void around them shattering more and more.
The energy was now at the Watcher’s hand, just barely being held back.
With a final push, the beam touched his hand and exploded past him, breaking through his own energy beam.
The Watcher let out a wail of agony as parts of his body began to flake away from his body. He fought to do something, anything to break away. To change the scene, to swap to another location. But he was trapped in the beam of energy from the pony that was supposed to be inferior to him!
Greg kept screaming as he pressed the attack, watching the arms flake off of the Watcher first, then his wings. Next were the rings that surrounded his body, which left just his fishbowl shaped head.
He didn’t relent as he continued the assault, the Watcher wailing and begging for mercy as his head began to flake away.
Finally, Greg dropped his hoof, causing the attack to cease. The Watcher, or what remained of him, floated in the empty void, damaged and barely hanging on. His soul was so weak, he couldn’t muster anything other than a few groans.
“Fuck you,” Greg spat out, flicking his hoof as the scene changed back to the Watcher’s domain.
The Watcher’s head hit the ground and rolled towards him, one of his eyes shattered and most of his fishbowl shaped head was gone, like it’d been erased crudely. But he still seemed to be alive, somewhat.
Waving his hoof again, the door to the room returned, opening to reveal the teleport platform beyond.
Coughing loudly as he began to feel faint, he looked up, seeing all the jars that sat at the top of the room. With a simple wave of his hoof, all of them lifted up and shattered. He lowered all of the creatures within to the ground. Using his powers, he sent the majority of the creatures away, sending them to a random location back on the Eternal Plains. The remaining ones turned his way and began sprinting towards him.
A smile spread across his face as he recognized his friends and family.
“Greg!” Twilight yelled, rushing towards him as he stumbled back and fell to the ground.
“Daddy!” he heard his daughter yell as she ran to him holding his infant son.
“We did it,” he said weakly as he jerked his hoof, causing all the souls inside of him to split from him, returning to their normal forms.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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2022-11-11T17:00:57+00:00
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Chapter 44
I found myself standing in the large room again, the Watcher’s head laying motionless in the middle of the room. His eyes were looking at us, blinking ever so often.
So he IS still alive.
Someone hugged me from behind, wrapping their arms around me and squeezed tightly. I placed my hoof on their arms and leaned back into them, letting out a relieved sigh.
“We did it,” I said softly, exhaustion clear in my voice.
“It’s finally over,” Mallogory said from next to my ear as she held me tightly.
I looked over to see Lance and his family all embracing, the kids and Twilight crying into him as he held them as close as he could get them.
Tears rolled down my face at the sight. Glancing down to my body, seeing my two missing legs and the burns up my side, a smile graced my face as I closed my good eye. “Worth it.”
“Greg! You big idiot!” Pinkie Pie yelled from behind us, causing me and Mallogory to look towards them.
Pinkie Pie was holding her infant son while her daughter sat by Greg’s side, holding his hoof. Greg looked bad, very weak.
“I couldn’t let ya get hurt, babe,” he rasped out, stroking her cheek. “I did what had to be done.”
“You’ve hurt yourself horrible for me! I’d never want that!” She yelled, then buried her face in his neck, sobbing as he patted her back.
Reaching up, I touched my chest, feeling like something was missing. My eyes went wide as I realized I no longer could see Ayla. Trying to use my Ego returned nothing as well.
“I… can’t use my Ego,” I mumbled as I tried to extend my Ego blades, but they too were gone. “And… my Ego weapon is gone…”
Mallogory held her hand out in front of us, still holding onto me, and tried to summon her weapon. But nothing happened. “It’s… all gone.”
“A heavy price to pay,” Castor said from above us, solemn as he stared at the Watcher’s head. “When he broke our souls, he nearly killed us. If it hadn't been for all of your Ego’s and weapons, you’d have perished.”
Mallogory stood up and tried to use her thorn, but she flickered weakly. Appearing to still have access to it, but it was damaged now. Her shoulders slumped as she just stood there, looking forlorn.
I flew up to her, hugging her as I tried to comfort her.
All around us, the couples were reuniting, crying as they came together. Then I saw a young filly walking around, looking lost.
Jero looked over, a pained look flashed across his face as he handed his two infants to Fluttershy and sprinted to the young filly as she walked towards Mallogory and me.
“Uh, have you two seen my moms?” she asked, making our eyes go wide.
“Hey, Mango Loco!” Jero said, sliding up beside her and putting his hands on her shoulders. “Why don’t we walk over her for a moment, okay?”
The young filly, who couldn’t be more than three, frowned but nodded as she allowed herself to be led to the outside of the group.
I watched with a breaking heart as he told her about her parents.
“That’s Grace’s and Octavia’s kid,” Lance said as he and his family walked over to us.
The little filly began to scream and wail as Jero held her close. She cursed more than I thought young filly like that could, but it was still breaking my heart to see.
“Twilight, kids, this is Scamp. She’s the mare who rescued me and made all this possible,” he said, looking both sad and proud at once, eyes trying to not look over to the crying filly and Jero.
“Scamp, thank you so much for bringing Lance back to us,” Twilight said as she walked over and pulled me into a tight hug. I stood there awkward as I half hugged her back.
“Oh, it really wasn’t a big deal,” I said, feeling very nervous and weird.
Twilight leaned back, smiling sweetly at me, then noticed my sheepishness. “Are you alright?”
I blinked at her, letting out an awkward laugh, “Yeah, I’m good… I just, ya know, ate your throat in my timeline.”
She stared wide eyed at me, mouth a gap.
“Uh… to be fair, you were a tyrannical psycho bitch, so it was ya know, warranted?” I looked at Lance as he was facehoofing.
Mallogory was snickering behind me, clearly enjoying the interaction.
“You ate my moms throat in your timeline?” Spark asked, looking at Lance as he facehoofed over and over again.
“It’s a LONG story, Twi,” Lance said from behind her. “She’s being awkward and weird right now, but she means well.”
I force a smile as Twilight raises an eyebrow at me. Then to my relief she laughs and pulls me in for another hug, “You need to work on that, Scamp.”
“Yeah,” I said as I patted her back.
“Dear, I don’t see Peter,” Rarity said as she and a small colt walked up to us.
“Yeah, where’s my dad?!” the colt asked, looking fierce as he looked at each of us.
“Rarity,” Lance began, looking around. He glanced to his kids and began to walk away, “Follow me, you two.”
As he led them away, Twilight gave me another squeeze then took her kids back to some of her friends.
“This whole thing is weird for me,” I admitted, turning to Mallogory. “I know all of them and their stories, but they don't know me.”
“Yeah, stalkers feel like that all the time,” she teased, slugging my arm.
I rolled my eyes as I saw Bronwyn walking away from the group, holding her dull sword as it seemed to be crumbling in her hands.
Lance had gathered up a few others, namely Celestia and Luna, and led them with Rarity far from the group. The kids followed behind.
I definitely do not envy him right now…
Jero was walking back to the group carrying a still crying Mango Loco. He pulled out a key of some kind and opened two portals. He leaned into each, seeming to yell into them. As he stepped away, I saw the others start to pour out. The ones we’d saved, and the ones we’d left behind in the training dimension.
They all quickly rejoined their families, causing another reunion.
“What’s next?” Mallogory asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.
I looked at everyone, a sense of peace falling over me.
“Whatever we want,” I replied, laying my head on her hand.
ooo000<^>000ooo
As he stepped away from his screaming and crying friends, having just told them the fates of their family members, he walked straight for the Watcher.
The moment he was close enough, the Watcher’s eye flicked to him.
“You must be overjoyed with this outcome,” the Watcher asked in a glitchy voice.
Lance looked back at all of his friends and family, a tired sigh escaping his lips. “Was this all worth it?”
The Watcher looked taken aback by the question, a frown appearing on his face, “you’ve beaten me now. But this victory is small compared to what is to come.”
“Uh-huh,” Lance said as he pulled an item out of his pocket dimension. “So no regrets?”
“None whatsoever,” the Watcher replied. “I’ll be back on top as soon as the UAD allows me back in.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Lance said as he tapped the item to the Watcher’s head.
“What are yo-” he started to say, but was pulled into a tiny vial.
Lance sighed as he twisted the top, sealing the Watcher in the vial.
Castor stepped over him, staring at the Watcher in the vial. “Are you sure?”
“I am, just finish the seal please,” he said as he held the vial up.
Castor looked unsure as he waved his hand over the vial, permanently sealing it.
The Watcher within the vial stared out at them, very displeased with this outcome.
“This is a heavy burden, Lance. Binding him to you like this,” Castor warns, watching as Lance put the vial around his neck.
“Yeah, but I got this. He’s not going to be able to go anywhere as long as I’m alive. When the time comes, I’ll deal with him as needed,” Lance said, giving a nod as he walked back to the group, leaving Castor alone.
The entire group gathered up, mourning the ones they’d lost along the way.
Lance frowned as he watched all of his friends cry and hug. They’d won, but at a cost.
Glancing to Bronwyn as she sat on the ground, separated from the group, then looking to Scamp, he realized he’d never be able to pay them all back.
ooo000<^>000ooo
I carefully stepped up to Bronwyn as she sat on the ground, looking defeated.
“Hey, Bronwyn…” I said as I sat down next to her.
“She’s gone, Scamp,” Bronwyn replied, holding pieces of her sword. “I lost my Ego and my companion.”
I just sat there, not sure what to say.
She looked at me and sighed, forcing a smile, “I’m not the only one to lose someone today. Ayla?”
“Gone,” I say, closing my eyes. “We never got to say goodbye to them…”
“It was sudden, but we knew the risk,” she responded, patting my shoulder. She forced herself to stand up and hold her hand out to me. “We need to try and not dwell on it.”
Taking her hand, I let her pull me up. “Just push forward, right?”
“Right,” she replied, still looking to be in pain, but pushed forward.
ooo000<^>000ooo
Jero and Castor stepped forward, combining their powers as they opened a portal before the group.
“I have restored your world,” Castor announced, looking back at all of us. “It will pick up right where it ended. The souls that were left in limbo will not realize anything has changed, only those in this room will know the truth.”
Lance stepped forward, looking ready to return.
“This is my goodbye to you all,” Castor suddenly said, getting looks from everyone. “I have been damaged during the fight with the Watcher, and I must return to the UAD. I have a duty to uphold, and I can not abandon it.”
“Thank you, Castor,” Lance says, giving him a nod. “We couldn’t of done it without you and the Seed.”
“I’m going to miss ya, buddy,” Greg said as Pinkie Pie held him up, as he was too weak to walk on his own.
Castor seemed to stiffen as he kneeled down and touched his finger to Greg’s head. “You gave more than any of us, and I wish I could fix the damage done to you. But I can not.”
“It’s cool,” Greg chuckled. “I don’t need magic or any of that shit to enjoy life. Just my family.”
Pinkie let out a soft sob as she nuzzled his cheek.
“I will miss you, Greg,” Castor said as he stood up, stepping aside.
Lance began to head for the portal without another word, followed by everyone else.
Waiting in the back, I watched as everyone slowly filed into the portal, till it was just me, castor, and Bronwyn.
“Coming?” I asked her, but she just smiled sadly.
“No, I still have a job to do.” At my sad look, she smiles, “we’ll see each other again, one day.”
“It better be soon, I need your help getting Mallogory her Sempiternal Body so she can be immortal like me,” I say, watching for her answer.
She frowns a bit, but then smiles, “that can be arranged. I’ll come to you once it's time, sound like a plan?”
“Yes, thank you, Bronwyn,” I walk over and hug her. “Good luck out there.”
“You need the luck,” she chuckles as we break the hug. “You’re the one about to start a family after all.”
I can’t help but get a little red as I slug her arm, “I wish you’d come with us.”
“I know,” she replied, standing up straight and gesturing to the portal, where Mallogory stood waiting. “I’ll see you later, Scamp.”
“Be seeing you, Bronwyn,” I give her a wave as I turn and head for the portal.
As I neared, Mallogory smiled and stepped up beside me. Together, we walked through the portal.
The moment our bodies left the portal, it closed behind us, leaving us in a technicolored world.
“Oh this place is too colorful,” Mallogory complained as we looked around at all of the buildings around us. It kinda looked like Ponyville, but very different. Which means, this could be New Ponyville in Lance’s dimension.
All around us, ponies stared at us and the group that’d come out before us.
Pinkie Pie quickly hopped in front of us, smiling widely. “I know this may seem sudden for you two, but I’m planning a victory party for all of us! It’ll be tonight!”
“Oh, cool, Pinkie,” I responded, smiling sheepishly. “We’ll be there.”
“I know!” She says loudly as she hopped back to her family and helped Greg stand as she led him and her kids away.
Lance looked my way and tipped his stupid cowboy hat at me, giving me a wink.
This brought a smile to my face as I looked around again. We’d really done it, we’d faced the Watcher and won!
My friends all looked very out of place among the ponies around them and the colorful décor, but they didn’t look unhappy as they interacted with anyone who approached them.
Mallogory began to walk towards them, giving me a wave to follow.
With a wide smile, I trotted after her, seeing my friends turn to me.
Despite everything I’ve been through; I’m really one lucky mare.
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When the world ends, a young man gets a chance to relive his life in the world of Equestria.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 45
April 4th, 11 A.B.
(One day after defeating the Watcher)
“You don’t have to do this,” Lance said from behind me.
“I want to,” I respond as I look at myself in the mirror, carefully applying eye shadow to both eyes, even the cloudy one.
“You sure though? You said you'd never do that again,” he said carefully, peaking over my shoulder to look in the mirror.
"I know," I said as I put on black lipstick and started adding edges and lines to my eyeliner, making it look more dramatic and eye catching. "I want to make a good first impression on all of them. All they know we for is being the mare who kicked ass all the way to the Watcher. But I want them to know ME."
"... And this is the YOU you want them to see?" he said in a worried tone.
"Lance, just let me be me, 'kay?" I say over my shoulder, giving him a crooked smile. Looking back to the mirror, I pulled my ponytail holder out and let my mane fall. Shaking it out and using a brush to untangle it, I smirked into the mirror. It'd been a LONG time since I'd just let loose and enjoyed myself.
Lifting up a mane straightener with my wing, I began to straighten my mane.
As he watched, he cringed a bit, "oh God, you're going all in aren't you?"
"Yep," I chuckled as I finished and stood up, stepping over to the clothing rack where my clothes were hanging. With ease I pulled on a tattered jean jacket and black half skirt the only covered my good leg.
"Really going all in," he chuckled as he stepped over and helped get my mane out of the neck of the jacket.
"Thanks," I say as I look at myself in the mirror and smile.
He gives me a shove, "Good luck. I'll be with my wife and kids, just... keep it kid friendly?"
"Sure thing," I replied with a wink.
As he left, I looked myself over once more, my nerves starting to come back to bite me as I thought about what I was about to do. But, with a stomp and flare of my wings, I flashed myself a confident smile.
"Time to go all in, Scamp," I say to myself, "ante up, as Dad said."
Twirling around, I walk for the door, heading for the stage.
ooo000<^>000ooo
"Alrighty everyone!" Pinkie Pie yelled out at the crowd consisting of mainly our friends. "Before we start this party, we have a special treat for all of you!" She threw her hoof back, pointing at me behind the curtains, "Scamp wants to sing for all of us! Isn't that awesome?! I knew she was a really cool flank kicking mare, but a singer as well?! Gosh!" With a twirl, she turned and threw the mic towards me, "Take it away, Scamp!"
I stepped out from behind the curtain and caught the mic with my wing, as my paw and hoof were preoccupied holding a guitar.
"Singing and playing a guitar!" Pinkie cheered as she jumped from the stage and landed in Greg's lap as he sat in his wheelchair.
Gulping, I walked to the center of the stage and put the mic on its stand, fumbling a bit as I went.
"So... eh, I wanted to... sing for you guys?" I sputtered, my nerves killing me now as the lights above me seemed to be melting me.
"You got this, Scamp!" Mallogory yelled from the middle of the room, causing me to smile and relax a bit.
"I'm going to warn you," I began as I stood up on my hind legs and adjusted the strap on the guitar, "I haven't played in a while, and I haven't actually sang in years, so I'm sorry if this is bad."
"Woooooo!" Greg cheered, clapping his hooves in encouragement.
I cracked a smirk at his antics as I cleared my throat. "I'm not much of a song writer, but I threw together a song about friendship and shit..." I looked to Lance as he frowned at me. "Eh, sorry; friendship and stuff."
Shaking my head, I strummed the guitar and began to play it in a steady rhythm. Everyone began to nod along, seeming to enjoy it. I increased the speed and rhythm, then I leaned forward and let loose a scream as I began to sing in my death metal voice.
Singing in a almost demonic voice, I sang about all the hardships we'd gone through because of the Watcher, and about how no matter what happened, we all kept pushing for a win. About the loss of our friends and how much we'd given just to be here right now.
As I sang, guitar riffing heavily and my heavy growling voice roaring through the building, I saw everyone staring back with shocked faces, mouths agape. But I pushed on.
I finished by singing about the final battle, and how Greg ended up being the hero we needed.
With a final strum, I held my hoof high into the air, breathing heavily as I stared out at my friends, all of them looking back in disbelief.
I held my hoof up, unsure of what to do now, as they weren't even reacting.
"OH FUCK YES!" Greg suddenly screamed out, cheering clapping and cheering from his seat. "THAT IS FUCKING AMAZING! YES!!!!"
Then everyone else followed and began to cheer and clap.
Standing there awkwardly, I gave a small bow and rushed off stage, running straight to Mallogory's table and sliding up next to her. The entire time everyone kept clapping and cheering, keeping their eyes on me as I tried to shrink out of sight.
But Mallogory, being my eternal other half and loving to torment me, suddenly grabbed me and lifted me above her head.
"Cheer for her!" she yelled as I squirmed and tried to get away from her. But she held tight as everyone continued to cheer for me.
Finally, with no where else to go, I stopped fighting and started waving at everyone. "Eh... thank you all, for real, we can stop now!"
They eventually did, slowing dying down and returning to their seats, allowing me to die of embarrassment in peace as Mallogory put me back down in my chair.
"Scamp, I did not know such a sound could come out of such a little pony," Rarity said from her chair a few seats away. "I'm just blown away with it! Such an amazing talent!"
"Thanks, Rarity," I muttered to her with a blush, not liking the attention as much as I thought I would.
Mallogory leaned down and whispered into my ear, "so that's where that voice comes from. I thought it was a bedroom only kind of thing."
"Shut up!" I hissed, blushing harder as I threw myself under the table.
"That was amazing!" Pinkie Pie yelled as her face suddenly appeared in front of my while under the table. "I didn't understand half of what you were saying! But it sounded amazingly awesome! Will you teach me how to sing like that? I want my kids to learn to as well!"
"Sure, Pinkie," I said sheepishly as I patted her forehead. "Do me a favor and get the attention off of me? Please?"
She blinked at me, then smiled, "Ah, I gotcha. Leave it to me, Scamp!"
With a twist, she pulled herself out form under the table and jumped up on stage. "Alright! You all ready for this party to start!"
As everyone cheered back, four party cannons went off, shooting confetti out onto the crowd.
"Then lets get to dancing! DJ's!" she screamed as Aaron and Vinyl Scratch began to work the keys on their turntables.
Fast dance music began to pour out of all the speakers around the room, causing those who were interested to jump up and start dancing.
"A little overconfident?" Mallogory asked as she lifted the table cloth and looked at me under the table.
"A bit," I admit as I slowly climb out of my hiding spot and return to my chair.
"Scamp! That was so fucking impressive!" Reinhardt yelled as she moved through the dancers, heading straight for me.
"Oh geez," I cringe as I slowly start to go back under the table, only to be stopped by Mallogory as she smirked at me and waved for Reinhardt to hurry.
ooo000<^>000ooo
Lance stepped up to the bar, tapping it twice to get the bar pony's attention. "Two light ciders."
As the bar pony nodded, he looked to his side and saw Zorrow, drinking a hard cider.
"Hey, Zorrow, still upset?"
Zorrow mumbled and took a large swig of his cider.
A bark was heard on the other side of him as Louie leaned forward, standing in the seat as he leaned on the bar, a little dog bowl of cider before him. He growled at Lance and began to lap at the cider vigorously.
"Oh, hey, Lou," Lance said, giving the angry little dog a wave. "So, still upset, but getting better?"
"Lance," Zorrow finally said, staring at his drink. "You killed my financee, and then kidnapped me from the only place I've ever been happy and successful."
Louie began to bark like crazy, jumping up on the bar as he looked at Lance, letting him have it. His barks were filled with anger as he stomped his little paws.
"I'm sorry, Louie, I got no idea what you're barking about," Lance chuckled, then looked to Zorrow. "She was a gold digger, bro. Sure, I wasn't in the right state of mind when I delivered justice upon her, but I stand by it. She was definitely out for your money... you had money right?"
Zorrow hissed as he drank more, "tsk! Yes I had money, and so what if she was only with me because I was successful? At least someone wanted me!"
Lance just patted his back, shaking his head, "you can do better." He grabbed his two ciders and tipped his hat at the two. "Enjoy the party you two."
Louie growled and barked at the bar pony, pointing at his dog bowl.
"You've had enough," the bar pony said as he took a marker and put a purple X on Louie's head. This just caused the little dog to go crazy as he barked and yelped.
Zorrow slammed down his cider and turned to face Lance as he walked away. "I can do better?! There's no one in Equestria that wants anything to do with me!"
"Yo," Moxxi said from his side as she leaned up against the bar, smirking at the furious Zorrow.
"Uh... hey?" he said as he looked at the little Goblin woman.
She looked him over and winked at him, "wanna try something better? Something, bite sized?"
"Lance!" Zorrow yelled as Lance disappeared into the crowd. "This horny Goblin chick is coming on to me!"
Moxxi laughed as she turned, giving her hips a pop. "Damn straight, I'm heading to my room if you're interested."
Zorrow watched her walk away, then looked to Louie, who just shrugged at him. He then grinned at the little dog, "you're right! We only live once!" He then sprinted after the Goblin, "Hey, wait up!"
Louie frowned as he looked around, seeing no one for him. He decided to turn his attention back to the bar pony, resuming his angry barking.
ooo000<^>000ooo
I sat at the bar, sipping something that definitely wasn't strong enough for me, and watched everyone else enjoying themselves.
Pinkie Pie slide up next to me, smiling widely, "I heard you asked for me?"
Nodding, I turn to her as I wipe my mouth, "Yeah, know anyone who can get Mallogory and me a house?"
She exploded with happiness as she jumped around me, "I do! Two seconds!"
The pink mare shot off into the ground and came flying back carrying a very confused Drax. She plopped him down before me and patted his head. "One realtor, as promised!" With a twirl, she jumped back into the crowd.
Drax blinked at me in confusion.
I smiled sheepishly as I held out a pint of cider for him, "Eh... sorry, I didn't ask her to do that."
A relaxed smile appeared on his face as he took a seat next to me and took the drink, "I'm use to her antics at this point."
"So, you're a realtor?" I asked him as we took a drink at the same time.
"Yep, didn't I mention that when we were in the training dimension?" he said, raising an eyebrow at me.
I chuckled as I rubbed the back of my head, "we didn't really get to talk a lot, and when we did group stuff I was kinda lost in thought..."
"No worries," he assured me as he put the drink down. "I'm assuming you need help buying a house?"
I nod in response, "And I've been thinking about something else as well. Can you help with buying or renting buildings for business use?"
He looked at me strangely, cocking his head, "you're wanting to start a business?"
"Kinda, yeah. Mallogory and I have spoken, and we decided we don't want to do any more adventuring right now. So we're going to settle down here for a while."
"Good for you two," he said with a smile. "I can help, but it'll take a bit on the business part. There's no free space at the moment, but new buildings are always being built around here."
"Thank you, I'll get with you tomorrow to talk about homes, sound good?"
He gives me a nod and jumps up, "Sounds like a plan, Scamp! My wife and I will be in the office tomorrow... I'll give you my card later so you know where that is."
As he walked into the crowd, I let out a content sigh as I turned to the bar pony. "Got anything stronger?"
He gave a nod as he walked away.
"Sweet," I mumbled as I adjusted the half skirt I was still wearing.
"Any reason for getting drunk? Outside of celebrating that is," Calypso asked as she sat down in the seat next to me.
I look at her, giving her a small smile, "hey, Cal." I then frowned as I watched for the return of the bar pony. "You know the things I've done. I know this is a party and all, but I'm having trouble relaxing. Just need a little help is all."
"This is a very unhealthy way to deal with trauma," she said in her normal stern tone. "You need to come and talk with me about it, or someone at least."
"I'll be fine, Cally," I mumbled as the bar pony returned with a bottle and shot glass. He sat the glass down and poured some for me, then started to walk away. "Leave the bottle."
He kind of frowned as he nodded and left the bottle.
I drank the shot glass in one go, letting out a satisfied sound as I felt the strong liquor hit my throat.
"Scamp," Calypso said in a stern tone. "Please, for me. Talk to someone."
"I will," I sigh, taking the bottle and taking a swig from it.
She took the bottle and put it on the table. "Please. I do not want you to become an asshole alcoholic like my father!"
I blinked at her, seeing hot tears threatening to pour down her face. Her white fur turning red as she tried not to cry in front of me.
"Okay," I say softly, reaching forward and pushing the bottle away. "I'll come talk with you tomorrow, when I'm fully sober."
She lurched forward and hugged me tightly, "thank you, Scamp! I've lost everyone else, I can't lose you too!"
"Geez, Cally," I say awkwardly as I return her hug, squeezing her tightly. "I'm not going anywhere. Kinda stuck with me."
"Idiot," she mumbled with a smile as she wiped a few tears off of her face. "Just keep your promise, first thing tomorrow. We're going to sit down and talk about your problems."
"Can't wait," I say with a chuckle.
From the side, Doc walked up and kinda just stood there, like he was waiting.
I looked between the two, and smirked, "I knew it."
"Knew what?" she asked, looking over and seeing him waiting. Then she just laughed as she shook her head, "I guess hiding it is kinda childish, isn't it?"
"Yep," I say with a wink.
"Just so you know, it happened out of nowhere, we didn't plan it!" she said, turning red in embarrassment.
"You don't need to explain yourself to me," I say, giving her a playful shove. "Go be happy."
She gave me a quick hug and jumped up, running to Doc as they disappeared into the crowd.
I smiled as I turned back to the bar. The smile, however, slowly faded as I looked at the bottle before me. It taunted me.
A few faces flashed before me, causing me to groan as I stared longingly at the bottle. The only relief I could find from the voices and faces.
My hoof trembled as I reached out for it.
Then Mallogory's hand came over me and snatched it. "Nope! I heard what you told Calypso, and you're sticking to it."
I frowned as I turned to her, but her smiling face was my weakness, causing me to relax. "Thank you, Mallo."
She smiled back and leaned down, giving me a kiss.
Maybe there were two things that gave me relief from the horrors of my past.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 46
“Why?” the little colt asked as he stared up at me. “Why’d you murder me?”
I shook as I stared down at him, my body covered in gore as he cocked his head.
“Why, Scamp?” bloody tears began to run down his face as his face started to split into three slices. “I was just a child.”
I turned and began to gallop away, teeth clenched as I tried to run from the phantom of my past. But I was stopped by a griffon wearing a military uniform, a massive smirk on his face.
“Prisoner 493, where do you think you’re going?” he asked, two electrical cables in his talons, sparking crazily as he tapped them together.
Taking a few steps back, I bumped into something. Turning my head, I saw a mutilated Parker staring at me.
“You burned us, Scamp. We trusted you, and you killed us,” he said, his jaw barely working as he spoke. “I thought you loved me?”
I fell to the ground, covering my face with my hooves as I screamed into the void.
ooo000<^>000ooo
I sat up, still screaming, startling Mallogory as she jerked awake next to me.
“Whoa! Shh, it’s alright, Scamp!” she yelped as she grabbed me and pulled me into herself as I shook violently. “The dreams again?”
The only thing I could do was nod my head as I pressed myself into her. Apparently I didn’t drink enough at the party to suppress them.
She stroked my mane as we sat there, “are you going to go see Calypso?”
“Yes,” I responded softly, clenching my eyes. “Can I just have a little bit to drink? Just tonight?”
Mallogory frowned as she held me tighter, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Please, Mallo,” I begged, trembling, “Just tonight, then no more. I just don’t want to see any of them again tonight. Please?”
She looked at my face, looking a bit pained. “Okay.” With reluctance, she got up and went to the kitchen. After a minute she returned holding a cup of one of Greg’s stronger liquors. Without a word, she handed it to me.
I took it and greedily drank it, eyes stinging from the strength of it. Once I finished it, I placed it on the bed side table and smiled at Mallogory. “Thank you, love.”
She just sighed and got back in bed, pulling me back into herself. “Scamp, I just want you to be happy and not to be suffering like this.”
“I know,” I replied softly as I snuggled into her. “I’m trying to get better.”
A sad sigh escaped her lips as she pulled the covers over us and held on to me. “We’ll get through this together.”
“I love you, Mallo,” I said softly, letting myself drift back to sleep slowly.
“I love you too, Scamp,” she cooed.
ooo000<^>000ooo
With a frown, I stepped up to Rarity’s house, where Calypso and Doc were staying till they also figured out a living situation.
All of us needed to figure something out. As much as I love Greg and Pinkie, sleeping in their spare room isn’t ideal. And I definitely do not like waking them up with my constant night terrors.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open and stepped in.
“I was worried you wouldn’t actually come,” Calypso said from a chair as she watched me enter the room.
Looking around, I realized this was Rarity’s sewing room, with all the cloth and sewing machines scattered about the room. Calypso was sitting in the middle of the room, a couch beside her.
“Come have a lay down,” she said, patting the couch.
I couldn’t help but chuckle as I rolled my eyes. “Oh, so we doing the entire ‘therapist’ skit are we?”
“Just lay down,” she said in her stern tone that I loved her for.
“On it,” I said as I trotted over and plopped down on my back on the couch.
She just shook her head as she leaned back in her chair. “I need you to take this seriously, Scamp. We’re here to help you, and it won’t work if you make snide little jokes all the time.”
A deep sigh escaped my lips as I rubbed my face with my hoof, “Yeah, you’re right. How are we doing this?”
“Well, this is all going to take more than one session,” she began, placing her hooves together, “so, I was thinking we’d start from the beginning.”
“Oh boy, my favorite part,” I joked, getting a glare from her. “Sorry.”
“Now,” she said, pulling out a little charm of some kind. “The best way I’ve found to start with a new patient is to see the trauma for myself.”
“No,” I suddenly said, causing her head to snap to me in surprise.
“No?” she repeated back to me.
“Yeah,” I said slowly, frowning. “I don’t want you to see any of it.”
“Scamp,” she said in a caring voice, “I’m your friend, and no matter what you’ve done or experienced will change that.”
I looked away from her, biting my lip, “do we really have to? Can’t we just talk about my feelings or some shit?”
“We could,” she conceded, sighing, “but, this is the best way to tackle your trauma and get past it.”
Staring at the side of the couch, I thought about it, not liking the idea at all. But, finally, I nodded.
“Okay, just don’t judge me…”
Calypso reached over and patted my shoulder, “I would never, Scamp. Are you ready?”
Reluctantly, I nodded.
Raising the charm between us, she said a few cryptic words, which caused the charm to glow bright.
ooo000<^>000ooo
Blinking, I found myself back in the void that is my mind. The little computer sitting there, waiting for us. A feeling of loss passed over me as I didn’t see Ayla here. I don’t think I’d ever get over losing her.
Calypso put a hoof on my shoulder and gently guided me to the little computer.
“So,” she began as she stepped up in front of it. “I’ve learned the best way to find all the traumatic memories and combine them into one file so we don’t have to search for them.”
“Awesome,” I said with a frown, watching her work her magic as she typed in all kinds of terms into the computer. After a moment, a new list popped up. Looking at them, my heart began to race as I read their labels.
“They’re in order of when they happened,” she said, looking at me with soft eyes. “Are you ready? We won’t do that many today. It’s better if we start small and work our way through it at a steady pace.”
Staring at the first one, I cringed, “I don’t know…”
She looked at the label and gave me a reassuring pat, “you can do this, Scamp.”
“I don’t want to see that guy again…” I replied, reading the title. ‘Bully: First regret’.
Calypso didn’t push it as she patted my back, “take your time.”
Biting my lip, I forced myself to slap the enter key, changing the scene around us to a school playground.
We were back when I was still very young, just a few months after getting my cutie mark in fact. A younger version of me sat on the swing set, talking with another filly.
Calypso looked at me as my eyes darted to a slightly older colt making his way to the younger me.
The filly young Scamp was talking to looked behind her and ran away, not even warning her of the approaching colt. As young Scamp yelled after her, the colt suddenly head butted her out of the swing.
“Blazing Star,” I muttered, getting Calypso’s attention. I watched as he mocked and picked on the younger version of me, getting more and more physical. “He was two grades above me and loved picking on me. It got worse after I got my cutie mark, since he was still a blank flank.”
We watched as he pulled young Scamp to her hooves and shoved her backwards.
“Today was the day I finally had enough of him and fought back,” I mumbled, ears flat to my head.
Young Scamp stood up tall and said something back to him, which caused him to yell and buck her in the face. But instead of going down, young Scamp jumped back on him. The two rolled around as she wailed on him. As they came to a stop, she hit him just right that he went limp.
But, she was too young to know when to stop as she kept attacking him, bucking him over and over again.
Adults finally arrived and pulled her off of him as she cheered in victory.
“I didn’t know it,” I said slowly, sitting down on my flank, “but he never recovered from that beating. He ended up in a long term care facility, unable to do anything for himself.”
“Scamp,” Calypso said as the memory faded away. “You were young and he was hurting you. You reacted like a kid would, there’s no way you’d know how it’d affect him.”
“Does it matter?” I asked, “he still lost out on life because of my hot head. He was a kid too, and had some tough shit going on in his personal life. He didn’t deserve that.”
“Kids make mistakes,” she assured. “If you’d like, can we stop for now?”
“No,” I reluctantly say as I step back up to the computer and look at the next item on the list. “I need this.”
Next on the list was one I’d rather skip, so I did. Moving to the next one, I saw the first time I killed someone. Pressing it, the scene changed to the one Lance and Bronwyn had seen the last time I was here.
The scene played out the exact same, ending with me pressed against the wall, face in my hooves.
“That one was justified, it was war,” she said, watching the scene fade away.
“I know, but I still think about it from time to time,” I replied, sighing.
She leaned over and looked at the screen. “You passed one.”
I looked at her, a pleading look on my face. “Not that one.”
With a caring smile, she nodded, “Okay, not that one.”
Looking back to the screen, I saw the next one was another I dreaded seeing again. “I want to skip this one too…”
“We can’t skip all of them,” she said as she looked at it, then her ears flattened a bit. “Oh… I didn’t realize you were a POW during the war…”
“Yeah,” I said as I rubbed the back of my head. “After that last memory, I was captured by the enemy and was held for a week in their camp till it was overrun and I was freed. But they pushed hard for information the entire time I was there.”
My hoof hovered over the button, tears in my eyes. “I don’t have it in me to see myself like that…”
“Then we won’t,” she said, stopping my hoof. “Not all trauma has to be relieved to be healed.”
“Thank you,” I said in a little voice, falling back onto the ground and hugging myself.
She sat down next to me and pulled me into her side, “I think we’ve seen enough for today.”
“Mhm,” I mumbled.
She said a few words and we slowly faded from my mind.
ooo000<^>000ooo
As I found myself back on the couch, I sat up, letting out a relieved sigh.
“Now, let’s talk about what we saw in there,” she said, holding up a notebook.
I cringed as I laid back down, “is this part also necessary?”
“It is. It’s more important than actually seeing the trauma,” she said, writing something down. “Now, tell me more about Blazing Star.”
I sighed as I put my hooves to my face. I hate therapy.
ooo000<^>000ooo
“How’d it go?” Mallogory asked with an expectant smile as she watched me walk towards her as she sat on the front porch of Greg’s house.
“You know,” I said, forcing a chuckle. “We talked, I cried, the whole process.”
“Did it help?”
I let out a heavy sigh as I sat down next to her, “I guess.”
She gave a nod as she reached over and took my hoof, “It’s going to take more than one day to get better, you know that right?”
“I know,” I say with a small grin. “I’ll get better, for you and everyone else's sake.”
“Do it for you,” she replied with a loving smile on her face.
This caused me to relax as I stared into her eyes.
I could put up with anything as long as she was by my side.
ooo000<^>000ooo
“So, this is the cheapest we have on the market right now,” Drax said as he lead us through the slightly run down house. “The previous owners kinda did a number on it, as you can see.”
I opened a door, causing it to fall off of its hinges and hit the ground. “I see what you mean.”
“It’ll take a lot of work, are you sure you want this one?” he asked, looking at us as we examined the ruined walls and missing windows. “The Princesses are offering to buy you any house you want. You can pick one of the much nicer ones.”
“No, we like this one,” Mallogory said as she ran her claws along a cabinet. “It’s right by the forest, on the edge of town. Plenty of privacy. It’s honestly perfect.”
“Plus,” I said as I pushed another door over by accident, “we would love to have something to do while you find us a building to use.”
He nods as he watches us, holding up a clip board, “and how big are we talking? I can commission any kind of building you want, I just need the basic’s to get started.”
Mallogory and I smiled at each other.
“Drax, do you know what a Dojo is?”
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 47
April 25th, 11 A.B.
Grunting, I lifted the wall up and held it against the supports lining the wall. “Okay, nail it!”
Mallogory moved quickly as she hammered a few nails into the wall, securing it in place. “Okay, you can let it go.”
I let out a relieved grunt as I leaned away from the wall and lifted up a hammer and some nails. “Whew, did we really have to go with heavy duty walls?”
“With the two of us? Yes,” she chuckled as we hammered in the rest of the nails. As we finished, I lifted a charm and held it to the wall, further reinforcing it as a light glow spread over it for a moment.
“I guess that’s fair,” I replied as I looked at the room around us. “Is this big enough for a master bedroom?”
“I’ve told you, it’s big enough,” she laughed, patting my shoulder. Then she looked a bit worried, “wait, should we be letting you do all this lifting?”
I just laugh at her concern and slug her shoulder, “I’m fine, don’t treat me like a delicate flower.”
“What’d the doctor say though?” she pressed with concern. “Did he say you could lift?”
“I’m just a week along at this point,” I chuckle, rolling my eyes. “We’re months away from having to worry about that kind of shit.”
“Okay,” she concedes, “I’m not sure how things like this work. My species just lays the eggs and we move on, only giving them enough care to survive.”
“Yeah, well it’s a little more involved with ponies,” I say, walking out of the room. “Now, what are we doing for dinner tonight?”
She smiles and follows after me, “you know the answer to that!”
“The Mellowed Pie,” I say, licking my lips. “Lead the way, madam!”
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“Hey you two,” Greg said as he wheeled himself over in his wheelchair, a wide smile on his face. “The usual?”
“You know what we like,” I responded as we took our seats at one of the booths. “Any luck on getting better?”
He just laughs as he slaps his back legs, “Nah, I gave up on that. No use feeling sorry for myself. I’m embracing the new me! Being crippled ain’t going to keep me down!”
“That’s the Greg I know and love,” I say with a large smile as I lean over and hug him tightly.
Breaking the hug, he twirls himself around in his chair and flies back to the kitchen, yelling out our order to Pinkie as he went.
“I always feel so guilty when we see him,” Mallogory admitted, a sad look on her face. But a smile slowly pushed it away, “but I’m so happy to see him able to still be himself.”
“He’s Greg,” I say, “ain’t nothing putting him down.”
“Hey guys!” Reinhardt said as she and Remi slid in on either side of the booth with us. “I heard from a little birdie that you two went to see that special doctor last week.”
“We did,” I chuckled, leaning back in the booth.
“And?” she pressed.
Remi held up her board for me to see. It was a drawing of me with a big belly with little hearts floating around me. A big question mark was next to it.
I smirk at them as they leaned towards me. Mallogory was just beaming as she watched their reactions.
“We said screw it and went for it right then and there.”
“Oh fuck yes, Scamp!” Reinhardt cheered as she pulled Mallogory into a one armed headlock. “I’m so fucking excited for you two!”
Remi was bouncing in her seat, clapping her paws in excitement as well. She pulled me into a tight hug, yanking me back and forth happily.
“Thanks, guys!” I yelped as I was thrown around a bit. She finally sat me down as Reinhardt released Mallogory.
“Any idea’s on names?” she asked, but I held up my hoof.
“Whoa there, it’s still super early. Give the two of us time to even comprehend everything,” I say, shaking my head with a massive grin on my face.
“Okay, fair fair,” she said, sitting back, relaxing her mood a bit.
Remi held up a drawing of Mallogory and I in wedding dresses, a question mark next to it as well.
“Eh, no, we’re not really those kinds of people,” Mallogory said, chuckling nervously.
“Yeah, neither of us want to do the whole wedding thing. No dresses or shit like that. If we do the whole legal marriage thing, we’ll just do paper,” I say, getting two frowns in response.
“Come on you two! I may be a warrior, but even I love a good wedding!” Reinhardt says, flexing her muscles through her band T-shirt.
“No wedding,” I state as Greg returns with our food, stacked up on a tray attached to his wheelchair.
“Here you go!” he said as he placed the plates before us. “As for a wedding, you two should do what you want. Not everyone wants a massive celebration to show off how much they love each other.”
“Thanks, Greg,” I say as I pull my food to myself and shove my snout into it, eating noisily.
“No problem, you heathen,” he joked as he wheeled away.
“So for sure no wedding?” she pressed, only to get a deadpan stare from myself and Mallogory. “Right, no wedding. Your loss though.”
As they started to stand up, I smirked, “you two going steady yet?”
“Shut up, pony,” Reinhardt said as she gave me a shove, a smile plastered on her face.
Mallogory and I just laughed at her in response as two two walked away.
But as we ate, Pinkie Pie slowly rose from the edge of our table, a massive smile on her face. “Did I hear, wedding?”
“No!” we both said, but this didn’t deter her as her smile only grew larger.
“We’re not doing one,” I stated defiantly. “There’s no way in hell I’m wearing a dress and standing in front of a crowd to declare my love.”
“Yeah, fuck that noise!” Mallogory said as we high-fived each other.
Pinkie Pie just leaned on the table, looking between us. “I think I hear wedding bells!”
“NO!” we both yelled in response.
ooo000<^>000ooo
June 15th, 11 A.B.
“Fucking Pinkie Pie,” I mumbled as I moved the overly complicated wedding dress around my hips, watching myself in the mirror.
“Could have been worse,” Lance said from behind me as he and Moxxi adjusted my mane. “She could have invited all of Equestria and tried to make this national news.”
“Fuck, I’d rather not think of that possibility,” I mumbled as I scowled at myself. I turned my head to look at my left side, seeing the burns had been completely covered with makeup, making me look normal.
“At least you look smokin’ hot,” Moxxi said in encouragement.
This brought a smile to my face as I looked at her, “Thanks, Mox.”
“I mean, you two didn’t really put up much of a fight,” Lance said as he stepped back to admire his work.
“You don’t fight Pinkie Pie,” I sighed as I looked myself over. I had to admit, I at least looked good in this dress. Rarity really out did herself.
“Besides,” he continues, “I think she’s doing this for you and everyone else. Seeing you two get married will improve the moods of everyone else. These last two months have been harder than expected for some of us.”
I nodded, thinking of Mango Loco, Rarity, and her son Blaze.
“How’s Mango doing?” I asked, looking at Moxxi.
She blinked, then smiled, “she’s settling in. I’m not much of a caregiver, but Zorrow really takes to the whole guardian role pretty well.”
“So, is this still a fling between you two? Or something more?” I pressed.
She just chuckled, “We’re just having fun, no need to label it, right?”
“Right,” I say back, looking back to myself in the mirror.
“I’m just surprised he was the first to volunteer to become her legal guardian,” Lance remarked from my side. “He never really seemed like the responsible type of guy.”
“He’s actually a lot better than you give him credit for, asshole,” Moxxi said, seeming to take offense to what he said.
“... I guess,” he conceded, choosing not to push the issue.
“You all ready?!” Pinkie asked as she threw open the door, wearing an amazingly designed dress of her own.
“Nope,” I replied, but she just rushed in and grabbed me, dragging me after her.
“Good! Mallogory’s already at the altar! Time for your walk up!”
“Oh fuck me…” I mumbled as she dragged me down the hall to the sounds of music.
As we reached a set of doors, she pulled me in front of them and began to frantically readjust my dress for me.
“Did you finally decide on who’s giving you away?!” she asked with a touch of anxiety.
“Eh… no one,” I responded, getting a strained look from her.
“You promised you’d decide before we got to this moment, Scamp!”
I just smiled sheepishly back at her, “if I’m doing this, then I’m doing this my way.”
She frowned hard, but then sprang back to her happy self. “Okay! We can work with this!” With a rushed twirl, she ran for the doors, looking back at me, “you know when to walk out?”
I gave a nod as I took up my position on the rug leading to the door.
“Good!” she said as she pushed open the door enough to walk through and slammed it behind her, leaving me alone in the walkway.
Taking a deep breath, I looked down at myself again, moving my legs around in the dress.
“This is ridiculous,” I muttered, rubbing my face. As I pulled my hoof away, I saw I’d removed a good amount of makeup with my hoof. “Ah shit!”
Looking around, I saw a mirror near me. The sight that greeted me made me cringe. My left side had a large smudge in it, revealing my burns beneath.
“Great…” I frowned, then narrowed my eyes as I looked at myself in the mirror. “What the fuck am I doing?! This isn’t me!”
Using my wing, I reached over and grabbed a curtain and pulled it to me. I dabbed it in a small fountain of water and began to rub away all of the makeup on my face. It took a little work, but I was able to get it all off, leaving just my normal face staring back at me. My cloudy eye and burns now very noticeable against the white dress.
“There we go,” I say as I return to my spot at the door.
After another minute, the doors opened and Pinkie came back in. She yelped in panic when she saw what I'd done to the makeup.
“Scamp! Why?!”
“If I'm doing this,” I said sternly. “Then, I’m doing it exactly the way I want. Make up is not my style.”
“You and Mallogory are so difficult!” she pouted, but then sighed as she gave me a tired smile, “you two are perfect for one another, that’s for sure.”
I just smirk in response as I heard the song start playing that signifies I’m about to walk out.
“It’s time,” she says, adjusting my dress one more time. “You got makeup all over the neck and chest of this dress, Scamp.”
“Oh well,” I say, smiling brightly at her.
She gives me a quick hug as the music reached its peak. “Go get her.”
With a confident stride, I walk up to the doors as they magically opened, revealing the hall filled with all my friends and their families.
Continuing forward, I walked alone towards the alter, where Mallogory stood in a wedding dress missing it’s sleeves and had a rip down one leg allowing her to move more freely.
I just laughed out loud at seeing her as I walked towards her at a steady pace, all eyes on me.
She returned the laugh as she saw what I’d done to myself.
No one seemed surprised or that taken aback at seeing me with makeup all over my dress, but a few laughed. Which was fine, as I had my eyes glued to Mallogory’s.
As I finally stepped up next to her, turning to face her, I laughed again as I looked her over more closely.
“Didn’t like the dress?”
She smirked and touched my face, “what? Makeup not your thing either?”
I just winked as Celestia cleared her throat, getting everyone's attention.
As she began to speak, I couldn’t help but side eye Mallogory, the biggest smile plastered on either of our faces.
ooo000<^>000ooo
I leaned on the balcony, overlooking the dark streets of New Ponyville as the reception went full swing behind me, a small cup of punch held in my paw.
“There you are,” Beans said as he stepped out onto the balcony with me, two cups in his mandibles.
“You found me,” I chuckled, taking a drink of my punch.
“Aren’t you going to enjoy the party? It is your wedding after all,” he said, posting up beside me.
“Eh,” I replied, shrugging, “I’m all partied out. I just want to be alone for a moment.”
“Oh, I’ll leave you too it,” he said with a click.
“No, Beans, stay, I meant I wanted to be away from all the people for a bit,” I say, giving him a reassuring smile.
“Are you happy?” he suddenly asked.
I looked out over the town, thinking for a moment. “Yeah, I am.”
“Therapy working?” he asked, nodding to my cup.
“Yes,” I say as I hold it up and shake it. “Just normal punch, don’t worry.” I leaned back and patted my belly, “No alcohol for me anyways.”
“And your house?”
“Basically done now,” I reply as I finish off the punch. “We’re fully moved in at this point. I’m just happy to be out of Greg’s spare bedroom.”
“You should have bought a finished house like the rest of us,” he commented. “The Princesses were nice enough to buy and furnish anything we wanted after all.”
“We wanted something special,” I replied as he offered me another cup of punch. “Plus, we’re starting our Dojo up one day soon, so we wanted to not take so much from them.”
“They would have done both without question,” he said with a happy click. “They’ve helped me set up my shop after all! It’ll be up and running in a few weeks.”
“Now that’s great news!” I said as I took a long drink of punch. “If we end up getting a pet, we’ll for sure be coming to you!”
“Thank you, Scamp,” he said happily as we both stared out at the town before us.
“Hm,” he began, looking into the distance, the bright moon easily lighting up the town. “You see that building way out there? The one being built that resembles a mansion?”
I look to where he’s looking and nod, I’ve walked past it a few times as they’ve been building it. “Yeah, I heard some rich guy is moving into it once it’s finished.”
“That’s what I’ve heard,” he said, frowning, “I don’t know how I feel about it. No one knows anything about him, just that he’s suddenly decided to come to New Ponyville and set up shop.”
“Have you seen him yet?” I asked, finishing my drink.
“No one has, he hasn’t even shown himself. He’s apparently done all his communications via telephone and mail. Drax has been working himself to the bone to get everything right for the guy,” Beans said as he made a few unpleasant clicks.
“Guy already sounds like a prick,” I reply with a chuckle. “Any idea when he’ll be moving in?”
“Drax said the mansion will take a few months to build, so it could be a while. Thankfully.”
I nod as I look back at the party, “well other than talking about rich assholes, you want to rejoin the party with me?”
“Gladly,” he said as we both headed for the doors and the dancing ponies beyond it.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 48
July 2nd, 11 A.B.
“This is perfect,” I say as I stood on a concrete slab with ropes put up around it to signify separate rooms. “Good size for the Training Hall portion of the building, and those little roped areas will be the office and locker rooms, right?”
“Right,” Drax said as he walked around with me, answering my questions as we surveyed the floor layout of the building he was having built for us. “I went off of your designs as best as I could, but we had to add and take away a few things here and there. For example, we will not be able to do a removable roof. I mean we could, but it’d take more time than we have.”
“We’ll make due without it, as long as the roof is high enough away that we can do at least some flying indoors,” I reply as I walk around the slab, checking to make sure the sizes are correct.
“That is doable,” he assures as he looks at his watch and sighs. “I’m sorry, Scamp. We’d have this done sooner if it wasn’t for Vicar Belletor and all his demands.”
“Is that the rich asshole moving into that mansion you guys are building?” I asked with a frown.
He chuckled a bit, “Yeah, that’s him.”
“What’s he like?” I asked, curiosity eating me up as everyone else would not shut up about him and his grand mansion.
“To be honest, I’m not sure. I speak to him on the phone sometimes, and he sends some of his own ponies down here sometimes to give us new designs and demands. If it wasn’t for all the bits he was sinking into this, I’d have passed it along to someone else long ago.”
“I don’t know why, but I get a bad feeling when I walk by the mansion you’re building,” I say as I measure the floor again. “Could this be a few feet longer in both directions?”
“Uh, sure, we can add some length to everything,” he said as he made a few notes. Then he looked back to his watch, “I need to get back, you know where to find me if you have any more questions.”
“You got it,” I say as I press my face to the ground, making sure everything was actually smooth.
As he walked away, I heard someone else flying towards me.
“Hey, Scamp!” Spark said as he landed beside me, looking at the concrete floors around us. “Is this the Dojo thing you’re building?”
“Some of it,” I say as I stand up and turn to him, giving him a wide smile. “You planning to join?”
“I don’t know,” he says sheepishly. “My mom is really against me and Fawn learning to fight. Says we should focus on studying and all that.”
“I mean, she’s not wrong,” I reply, much to his dismay. “But, who says you can’t do both? Little training and a little studying.”
“Apparently my mom says so,” he says, chuckling as he shakes his head. “It’s all for studying, or we’ll become lazy bums.”
I can’t help but snicker at this, as it sounds exactly how I imagine Twilight to view the world, “I’ll talk to her, see if I can’t get you two in for a few lessons from time to time.”
“Thank you!” he said in an excited voice. “So what kind of fighting will you be teaching?”
“The kind that’ll teach others to defend themselves and take out their opponents without killing them,” I responded, causing him to frown a bit. “What?”
“I just thought, you know, that if you were teaching it, we’d learn all kinds of cool and bad ass attacks! Like being able to kick the head off of a bad guy in one hit!” he said, jumping up and down as he spoke.
“I think you’ve let your dad fill your heads with too many stories,” I reply, patting his head. “We don’t need to know those kinds of things anymore. Everything is peaceful here. Learning to defend yourself will be enough to carry you through life.”
“But what if another big bad guy comes and attacks us?” he counters.
“Then, we handle it. There’s no need for you kids to have to get involved in stuff like that.”
“But!” he continues, “what if it’s later in life and all of you are too old to help fight? What then?!”
“Kid,” I laugh, giving him a thumbs up. “I’m immortal, so I ain’t going anywhere anytime soon. Everything will be fine.”
“That’s what dad said before the Watcher came,” he mumbled.
I blinked at him, slightly taken aback at his words, but I decided not to say anything. “Even though I’m just teaching defense, there’ll be plenty of ways to adapt it to attacking. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“It’s good enough,” he replies, forcing a smile.
“Oh you’ll like it,” I say as I walk over to one of the ropes and look over the space that will become a storage closet. “This needs to be wider…”
“Um, I do actually have a question,” he said from behind me, causing me to turn and face him.
“What’s up?”
He kicked at the ground as he looked a bit unsure. “My dad doesn’t talk about any of it, but what did you two do while on the Eternal Plains?”
I frowned at him, a few images flashing through my head. “We searched for all of you, you know the story.”
“I know the ‘safe to tell the kids’ version of the story, but I want to know what really happened. Dad isn’t like he used to be. He used to be all goofy and crazy, now he’s all calm and reserved.”
“Spark,” I began slowly, “I can’t tell you what really happened. Not because of what happened, but because it’s not my place. Your parents will tell you when they-”
“They won’t,” he interrupted. “They baby me. I’m ten! I’m not a baby anymore! They told fawn, but that’s because she’s fifteen and ‘old enough to handle it’.”
“I’m sorry, Spark,” I say carefully. “Maybe one day I’ll tell you, if they don’t.”
“Promise?” he asked, staring at me with determined eyes.
I hesitated for a moment, “I promise.”
“Thanks, Scamp!” He yelled as he looked overjoyed.
With a nervous smile, I returned to looking over the area around me.
“Another question?” he suddenly said.
A quiet groan escaped my lips as I turned to him, “yeah?”
“Why is Mr. Bleak avoiding town?”
This caused me to grimace, “ah, that’s a bit of my fault…”
“How?” he asked, cocking his head, “he was at the wedding and he seemed alright there.”
“He was there, yes, for the wedding itself. Not the reception,” I said, thinking back.
Despite him being my father in my timeline, he hasn’t taken to it like Adry has. She’s been nothing but loving and caring with me and Mallogory. But, Darkest Bleak has been a bit reserved, a stark contrast to the version of him I met when I died.
The two of us only spoke briefly, a few days after we came back from fighting the Watcher. It was the most awkward exchange I’ve had so far, and that’s saying something.
He congratulated me on saving Lance and stopping the Watcher, but when he learned I was his daughter in another timeline, he pulled back. Adry had tried to speak with him, but she had no luck as he took his leave after a few choice words.
Words I’d rather not dwell on right now.
“It’s complicated,” I finally finished, seeing Spark stare at me with expecting eyes.
“You two need to get together and talk about it all,” Spark said. I raised an eyebrow, causing him to continue. “Dad told me about some of your past, and who your parents are. I don’t think you two will be happy if you keep avoiding each other.”
“Wise words from a child,” I say, walking over and ruffling up his mane. “Thanks, kiddo.”
He huffed as he fixed his mane, then gave me a wide smile, “my mom is Twilight after all, the smartest pony in Equestria. Only natural I take after her.”
“Okay, gloating makes you look less wise,” I teased as I messed his mane up again, to his annoyance.
“Stop that!” he whined as he jumped back and fixed it again. He lifted into the air, out of my reach, “I just think you two should try and get along, okay?”
“Okay, Spark, for you I’ll speak with him,” I give him a little bow as he laughs happily and flies off.
Then I frown, “at some point at least.”
Finally alone, I turned back to examining my soon to be Dojo. But upon turning around, I found myself face to face with a young colt. Luna’s son, Star Chaser.
“Oh fuck!” I yelped, but then composed myself, “I mean, hey, Star Chaser!”
He frowned at me, fluttering his wings a bit, “Can anyone join your Dojo when its open?”
“Uh…” I stared at him, still caught off guard at the sudden appearance of the young Alicorn. “... Yep! You interested in joining?”
“I am,” he stated matter of factly. “With Father gone, I need to become the head of the castle, and take his place as one of the rulers of Equestria.”
“I’m sure you don’t have to worry about all that right now…” I said as he slowly glared at me. “BUT! If you want, I will teach you just like everyone else.”
“Not good enough, royalty deserves special treatment,” he stated, flipping his mane. “When you’re up and running, myself and my sister will require private lessons.”
“I… will see what I can do,” I say slowly, seeing a smile form on his face.
“Excellent! Till then, Miss Scamp,” he said as he bows and flashes away.
Once I was sure he was gone, I exhaled, “creepy little prick…”
“Rude to say to a child,” I heard behind me, causing me to sigh loudly. Was I ever going to be allowed to be alone?
Turning around however, I saw the one pony I had not expected.
“Mr. Bleak? I’ll be honest, I was not expecting to see you,” I said with genuine surprise.
“I was watching over Spark when he came to speak to you,” he began, but saw the weird look I was giving him. “That does sound weird, but, when he sneaks out of his house, Twilight usually asks me to make sure he’s alright.”
“Fair enough,” I say, squaring up with him.
“I heard the conversation you two had though,” he began, frowning.
“If we’re going to talk about that, then I want you to know, I do NOT forgive you for what you said to me when we first met,” I said with a scowl.
He looked a bit sheepish as he rubbed the back of his head, “I may have said a few things I’ve come to regret, yes.”
“You said, and I quote: ‘she is no daughter of mine!’. Which is true, not your actual daughter. But the next little quote hits a little differently.” I cleared my throat as I imitated his voice, “‘Get that ugly wannabe out of my sight!’”
Mr. Bleak covered his face with a hoof, groaning, “I’d hoped you wouldn’t remember word for word what I’d said.”
“Kinda hard to forget,” I retorted. “I don’t know if there is a way to repair what you’ve broken.”
“And that is fine,” he says, removing his hoof and staring into my eyes. “I want to start over. You don’t have to forget what I said, but I want a second chance. I’ve had time to think about it, and I want you in my life.”
I made a sucking sound with my teeth as I shook my head, “Ooo, is that so? Probably should have thought of that before you…” I stopped myself, seeing his ears flatten. I closed my eyes and counted down from ten slowly. When I opened them, I continued, “you want a second chance?”
He could only nod in response, looking unsure of my next words.
“Fine. I’m not fond of you right now, but I’m willing to try. For the sake of our friends and families, and Adry.”
With a sigh of relief, he nodded, “Yes, I’d do anything for her. I wish I could take back what I said, but finding out I have a kid on the way, then shortly after that finding out I have another kid from a doomed timeline, it was a lot to take in. I didn’t get taken by the Watcher, so I was stuck in limbo with the rest of this forsaken dimension. So everything was very sudden for me.”
“Which is why I’m willing to give you a CHANCE to fix things,” I responded, doing my best not to blow up on him again. The anger was still there, but I was doing my best to keep it down.
“I’ll never replace your real father, but I hope we can at least become close,” he said awkwardly, clearly like me when it came to this kind of stuff.
“We’ll try at least,” I replied, relaxing my shoulders and forcing a smile.
“That’s all I’m asking for,” he said, kicking a rock off of the concrete. “If you’d like, my wife and I can take you and yours to Canterlot for dinner? Maybe some theater afterwards?”
I tapped my chin, then shrugged, “sure, I’ll let Adry know when we’re free.”
This brought a relieved smile to his face as he bowed to me.
“Don’t bow, it's weird,” I chuckled, causing him to blush.
“Ah, yes, it is in this instance, isn’t it?” He stood up and flared his wings. “Well! I need to catch up to Sparky boy, make sure he doesn’t get into any more trouble.”
“Be seeing you,” I say, giving him a salute.
“Salutes are weird too,” he laughed as he shot away.
I rolled my eyes, “Salutes are not weird…”
Looking around, I saw I was finally alone, no one else heading towards me.
I waited a second, giving anyone else time to make themselves known, but no one did.
Happily, I turned my head back to look at the floor design over… and felt myself lurch forward as I tripped and slammed face first into the floor.
“Oh my! Are you okay?!” Luna yelled as she rushed from her throne and used her magic to help me up.
“Are you serious?!” I yelled out, realizing I’d been teleported to the palace. Then I saw Celestia and Luna looking at me with puzzled looks.
“Bad time?” Luna asked sheepishly.
Reluctantly, I sighed and shook my head, “not really, I guess… So, why the sudden teleportation?”
Luna just smiled as she returned to her throne, “no real reason, we just wanted to see how the pregnancy was coming along.”
“It’s ah goin’,” I responded, eye twitching in annoyance at this being the reason for the summons. Then my eye widened and I muttered under my breath, “Oh shit, this is how Lance must have felt…”
“What was that?” Celestia asked, a bit of a smirk on her lips.
“You know what I said,” I said, then chuckled to myself. “Sorry, I’m just not used to how things work here. I’m used to uncaring rulers and a hateful government ruling over everything.”
“It is a bit of an adjustment,” she said with a thoughtful nod. “I know of your world, thanks to Lance sharing his memories with us. But you lived it in a much different way than he did.”
I just gave a shrug back, not sure what to say to that. I don’t really want to talk about my time there, not right now at least.
Sensing my thoughts, she changed the subject. “Now! Back to why we summoned you here, is there anything we can do to help make your pregnancy any more comfortable?”
“Yes actually!” I suddenly said, smiling widely up at them. “Don’t teleport me without warning! That’ll be the best gift you can give me right now!”
“Ah, yes,” Luna laughed nervously, “I believe we can arrange that. Anything else?”
I thought for a moment, but could not think of anything else at that moment. “I got nothing. I’m still in the early stages of all this, so the only things I want right now are to be left alone… did not mean for that to sound so rude.”
“It is okay, Scamp,” Celestia chuckled, horn glowing. “We’ll come to you in the future if we need you, how’s that sound?”
“Sounds awesome,” I reply, giving a thumbs up. “Just give me a warning, would hate for you to see something terrifying and scaring.”
“What possibly could that…” her eyes widened as she saw an image pop up in my mind. “AH! YEP! On you go, Scamp!” Her horn flashed and I found myself back at the slab of concrete.
I couldn’t help but laugh loudly at the situation. This place sure knew how to keep things interesting! In a none deadly way too!
Checking my surroundings, I was sure I was FINALLY alone. Walking over to a table, I picked up a notepad and began to jot down new dimensions and ideas to give to Drax.
Definitely going to need this main floor to be much bigger.
“Oh hi, Scamp!” I heard someone say from above me. Looking up revealed Lance as he slowly flew over head.
“Fuck it!” I suddenly yell, startling him. “I give up! I’ll get this tomorrow!”
“You good?” he asked as he landed next to me, but realized that was a mistake as I reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him to my face.
“Am I good?! I could be good! But you all keep bugging me!” I scream, inches from his face.
He winched a bit, but smiled back at my angry face. “OH! Is this a mood swing brought on by pregnancy?”
“You did not just say that…” I growled as I opened my pocket dimension and pulled out a large mallet.
“Oh shit…” Lance said with wide eyes. “I may have used a poor choice of words there…”
“You think?!” I reply as I hold the mallet above us, eyeing him hard.
“I’m sorry,” he says, trying to calm me down. “Now, just calm down! There’s no need to overact like this!”
“You’re an idiot,” I growled as I let him go and swung the mallet towards him.
“What’d I say?!” he yelped as he was wacked away, flying high into the air and landing in the forest across the street.
I tossed the mallet back into my pocket dimension and huffed. With a bit of attitude, I picked up my notepad again and began to add notes to it.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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I just need to say: Yes, I know ponies have a gestation period of 11 months. But young me, in all his glory, made the canon length in LTD 9 months. So gotta stick to my own stupid lore here.
Chapter 49
August 23rd, 11 A.B.
“No it’s okay, Drax, we understand,” I say over the phone, frowning as I look at Mallogory. “Yeah, you too, bud.”
Hanging up, she looked at me expectantly, “So? What was that about?”
I let out a sigh and shook my head, “Apparently, it’s going to take a little longer than he thought to finish our Dojo. This asshole ‘Vicar Belletor’ apparently saw a picture of what his mansion was becoming, and wants half of it torn down and rebuilt up. So Drax is pulling the ponies from our building to finish it.”
“Fucking rich assholes,” she muttered as she sat on the couch, playing one of her video games.
“Yep, no matter where I go, there’s always at least one mucking shit up,” I muttered, going back to cooking our dinner.
“I bet this ‘Vicar Belletor’ prick is some old guy with a chip on his shoulder,” she commented, getting a giggle out of me.
“Isn’t that always the stereotype?”
“Stereotypes exist for a reason!” she yelled back, shoving a handful of chips into her mouth.
“Hey!” I yell over the kitchen counter at her, “I’m making food over here, stop snacking!”
“You’re not my mom!” she teases, sticking her tongue out at me.
I started to go after her, but the pot of food made a popping sound, pulling me back, “you’re so lucky this requires my full attention, or I’d be all over you for that comment!”
“That’s exactly what a mom would say,” she retorted, laughing like an immature child as I frowned at her.
“So lucky I’m stuck here…” I muttered, a little smile on my face.
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The next day
“It’s at least coming along, right?” Mallogory asked as we stood in front of the half finished building that will one day be our Dojo.
“I mean, yes? It technically was supposed to be finished already, but you know the story. Rich assholes,” I say as I step through the hole that will be a doorway at some point.
“Rich assholes,” she repeated back as she followed me in.
We stepped into the middle of the construction, looking at the half finished walls around us.
“So what, another month or so?” she asked, frowning.
“Drax said at this point, late October. They’re putting this on hold till they finish the redesign on that fucking mansion,” I roll my eyes, spitting onto the ground in frustration.
“Don’t do that when there’s actually floors in here,” she said, giving me a little shove.
“I’ll do as I please,” I say, slapping my chest. “I will be Sensei! You will be but a student!”
“Student and part owner,” she corrected, smirking at me.
“But student first!” I countered, returning her smirk. I lowered myself into a fighting stance, wiggling my eyebrows at her. “Unless you want to challenge me right here, right now!”
She laughed as she began to get into a fighting stance, but then she stopped herself, looking at the small bump under me. “Actually, I conceded! You are the Sensei and I am but a student!”
I frowned at her, knowing exactly why she stopped herself, “I’m not fragile, love.”
“Just.. being safe,” she says, looking a bit sheepish as she looks around. “But look at this wall! I like this wall! This is a very nice wall!”
I just roll my eye at her as I walk towards the unfinished office area. Stepping through the doorway, I found myself in a decently large room. Plenty of room for a desk and couch that pulls out into a bed. Perfect for any late nights.
“Hey,” she said from behind me, leaning in the doorway. “I don’t think you’re fragile. I’m just worried about the baby.”
“I know,” I say over my shoulder, still looking the room over. “I’m just not used to being treated so… delicately.”
“Get used to it,” she chuckles. “Got at least six more months to go.”
“Don’t remind me,” I groan, shaking my head. “But it’s actually closer to five months. Due date is around January tenth, remember?”
“I do, trust me,” she says, walking out of the room. “And believe me, once we get this place up and running, I’m going to decorate these walls with some bad ass art!”
Just rolling my eyes in response, I pull out my flip phone, checking to see if I had any missed calls or messages from Drax. I did not, just a single text from Greg asking if I was down to clown. Whatever that meant.
I shot back a quick ‘Sure?’ and put my phone away.
“Who the fuck are you?” I heard from behind me, causing me to quickly make my way to the main room where Mallogory and a lone pony stood.
“Just looking,” the very tired looking pony said as he stood in the doorway, giving off a weird vibe.
“Look at another time,” I say, frowning at him. Something about him seemed… off.
The stallion looked around slowly, his eyes, which had dark bags under them, trailed to me. An eyebrow raised as he looked at me. “Pregnant?”
Mallogory stepped between us, flashing her claws. “Hey, buddy, I don’t know what your problem is. But get the fuck out of here!”
The pony frowned as he looked around some more. “Hm…” he took a step back and turned, about to leave.
“Hey!” I snapped, stepping around Mallogory and stomping towards him. “Tell me right now, what are you really doing here?!”
He turned to me, a bored look on his face. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I will worry about it!” I huffed, glaring at him.
We stared at each other, me glaring and him just blinking at me with tired eyes.
“Hester!” I heard Drax call out as he came running our way. “You left before I gave you the full report!”
Hester sighed and turned to look at the approaching Drax.
Drax came to a stop, blinking in confusion as he saw my furious face. “What’s going on here?”
“You know this guy?!” I snapped, causing him to just become more confused.
“Uh, yes? He’s one of Vicar Belletor’s guys,” he replied as the pony named Hester began to trot away.
“Drax, I do not need a full report. I have exactly what Mr. Belletor asked for,” he said in a tired and creepy voice, walking away.
“The more I hear of this guy, the more I want to just punch him in the face!” Mallogory said from behind me as I huffed heavily as I watched Hester walk away.
“I’m sorry, they’re usually pretty straight forward with what they want…” Drax said, looking a bit upset.
“It’s not your fault,” I finally said, turning to him. “Just tell this asshole next time you talk to him that one of his guys was harassing us.”
“He was harassing you?!” Drax said, eyes wide as he looked after the pony.
“Well, he made a comment about me being pregnant, but it was the way he presented himself,” I said, not wanting to justify why I felt the way I did.
“I’ll mention it,” he assured me, turning to us and looking nervous. “I’m really sorry about that though, I really am!”
“It’s really okay, Drax, no harm done,” Mallogory said as she stepped up beside me
As he left as well, I turned back to Mallogory, both of us frowning.
“What the fuck was that about?” I asked, getting a shrug from her.
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“So I have some weird news,” Drax suddenly said as he sat down with us while we ate our dinner.
I looked up at him with a confused look as I moved over, letting him sit down. “What?”
“I spoke with Vicar Belletor about the incident earlier today, and he revealed something to me,” Drax said, looking a bit unsure.
“Okay? What’d he say?” Mallogory asked, putting her food down to listen.
“Well,” he began, scratching his head. “He told me you are the reason he’s moving here.”
“What?” I asked flatly, raising an eyebrow.
“Apparently when Celestia gave her speech to Equestria about what happened to the giant rock floating above the planet and gave that brief overview of what transpired, Vicar grew interested in the whole story. So he said he’s moving here to be closer to those who experienced it.”
“Creepy old fuck,” I muttered, going back to my food.
“Well, he’s actually about your age I think. Forties at the oldest, from what I can tell,” he said, causing me to frown more.
“Great, just what I wanted,” I groaned.
“I don’t care if he thinks we’re cool or what,” Mallogory said as she picked her food back up. “I’ll fucking rip his rich head off if he does any weird shit around us.”
Drax looked nervous as he got up, “Oh, I don’t think he’ll be a weird guy… like that at least. Sure, he’s a real piece of work and demanding a lot of very specific and strange things, but I think he’s harmless.”
“I’ll judge him myself, if you don’t mind,” I say, flashing him a smile.
He just smiles awkwardly and steps away.
“I swear, if this guy becomes a wannabe lover, I’ll kill him,” Mallogory said, shaking her fist at an unseen threat.
I reached over and patted her hand, “I feel so much safer with my knight in shining armor around.”
She rolled her eyes and put her fist down.
“Don’t worry about it too much, how much trouble could this guy be anyways?”
ooo000<^>000ooo
Two days later
“How are the night terrors?” Calypso asked as I got comfortable on the little couch in her home.
“I still have them, just not every night like when we first started all this.
“Excellent,” she said, making a note. “So, are you ready to talk about either of the two memories we’ve touched on, but you keep pushing away?”
“Nope, not today,” I responded, kicking my back leg as I stared at the ceiling.
She frowned at me, “you say ‘not today’ everyday. When will it be the day?”
I let out a deep sigh, crossing my legs, “If I talk about one, will that be enough?”
“We’ll see,” she said as she made a note. “Your choice. Talk or relieve.”
“Talk,” I say quickly, not wanting to see either one of those memories again.
“Which one will we be talking about?”
“POW camp,” I replied, the other one… yeah, not the other one.
“Begin where you feel comfortable,” she said as she sat back, letting me set the pace.
I didn’t speak right away, just stared up at the ceiling. “I don’t know what there is to say; I was held captive by sadistic Griffins. They…” I suddenly found myself unable to speak as I sat up, feeling very sick suddenly.
“Scamp?” she asked in concern as she leaned forward.
“Oh fuck,” I grumbled as I leaned over the couch and threw up on the ground and down the backside of the couch.
I sit back down, letting out a sigh of relief as she frowned at me. “Sorry, pregnancy and all that junk.”
“Do you want to continue?” she asked, getting up to clean the mess I made.
The thought of continuing made me feel even sicker. “No.”
“We’ll pick up next week,” she said as she walked around the couch. “Oh sweet Celestia! What did you eat?!”
“Food!” I yelled as I jumped off the couch and flew out the door, leaving her behind.
Once outside, I decided to continue flying and took to the air, flying high above the clouds. With a twist, I landed on top of a large cloud, letting out a content sigh as I let the fluffiness take me.
I laid there for I don’t know how long till I heard the sound of someone landing near me.
“Hiding from your problems too?” Rainbow Dash asked as she to plopped down and made a nest in the cloud.
“Could say that,” I responded, staring up at the sky.
“Are these problems pregnancy related? Or marriage?” she asked.
“Neither,” I chuckled, turning over to face her as she sat a few feet away. “Kinda trauma related problems.”
“Ah, therapy problems,” she said with a grimace. “Yeah, I’ve been having those when I talk to Cally down there.”
“Isn’t mental problems super fun?”
“The best,” she replied, causing both of us to laugh a bit.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s got you up here hiding?” she asked, seeming unsure if she should ask that.
I started to say something, but stopped as I looked at her face that held genuine concern.
“I’ve… made a lot of progress in therapy,” I suddenly said, getting a nod from her. “But I have two subjects I can’t talk about without feeling like I’m about to experience them all over again. One worse than the other.”
“Like?” she pressed, looking both concerned and interested.
“I-” I started to tell her about the POW camp, but something strange fell over me as I slumped a bit and laid back. “When I was just out of highschool and traveling the world, I had a one night stand with some random dude.”
“Hell yeah,” she chuckled.
“But I got pregnant,” I continued, causing her ears to fall.
“I didn’t know you had a kid,” she started, but then her eyes went wide at the look I gave her.
“It’s weird, ya know? I didn’t know the guy, and never saw him again, but I got attached to the idea of being a mom.” I laid back and stared up at the sky. “Then I lost the pregnancy. Three months in. Doctors said miscarriage, I say fuck that. It was my fault it happened, I got into a fight over something stupid.”
I grabbed my bump with both hoof and paw, tearing up a bit. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drop that on you.”
She sniffed as she stared up at the sky as well, “It’s alright, we all gotta talk about our past at some point. Just…” she leaned up and looked at me, “I’m sorry, Scamp. I’m not the best at emotional support.”
“It’s okay,” I say to her, a little smile on my face. “I just needed to tell someone out loud about it. I don’t need any support.”
“Oh good,” she muttered, then went wide eyed, “I mean! I’m here for you, Scamp! Anytime you want to talk!”
“Thanks, Dash,” I chuckled, actually feeling better after getting that off my chest. Not even my mom knew about that one…
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 50
December 10th, 11 A.B.
“A little longer than expected, but it eventually got there!” I said as we stepped through the doors to our new Dojo, finally completed!
“A whole extra month,” Mallogory grumbled as she walked in holding a large box of supplies. “I’m going to go check out the back, see if they did exactly what I wanted with the furniture.”
I gave a nod as I struggled to drag in my box of stuff, my large belly definitely not helping.
“Need help?” Mallogory called as she watched me struggle.
“No!” I hissed over my shoulder, “I got this, do your own thing!”
She just laughed and walked into the back, leaving me to my own devices.
“Stupid fucking box!” I growled as I began kicking it further into the room. Looking back to the door, I saw the last box just sitting out there, mocking me.
With just as much trouble as the first one, I dragged it in and kicked it to the middle of the room.
Huffing and puffing, I sat down, pulling out a bottle of water and an energy bar Mallogory made for me chalked full of iron. Apparently since the baby will be part pony, part Kejtdra, it’ll more than likely have a metal skeleton, so I gotta eat all this extra iron. Bleh.
Eating the energy bar, making a face at the terrible taste of it, I chugged the water to wash it all down. I miss tasty food…
“Seriously, fuck being pregnant,” I muttered, still catching my breath.
As I sat there, I looked around the room, pleased that the construction workers had listened to my request and set up all the mirrors and training mats, leaving just enough room around the edges to walk without touching a mat.
“Perfect,” I say, deciding it was time to get off my flank and actually start putting up the decor we’d brought.
I picked up the stencil we'd commissioned with our Dojo’s logo and hobbled over to a blank wall set aside for just this moment. I carefully placed it on the wall, my wings struggling a bit as I fluttered around the large circle. Once it was set, I flew back to my stuff and grabbed a special can of spray paint.
After applying the paint, I pulled the stencil back, revealing the Logo and the name of our Dojo. It was a hissing snake's head with two claws on either side of it, like it was somehow wielding them as weapons. The words ‘Viper Claw!’ was above it.
I chuckled at the image, shaking my head. We’d come up with the name because it sounded bad ass, and forgot, somehow, that snakes do not in fact have claws. But we’d already commissioned the stencil so no going back!
Besides, it kinda grows on you the more you look at it.
“Viper Claw, very interesting name for a Dojo,” a suave voice said from behind me.
Turning around I was met with a long legged stallion wearing a suit. He flashed me a smile as two other ponies stood at the door, one very tired looking mare and a gruff looking stallion.
“Sorry, we’re not actually open yet,” I say, looking him up and down. Then I frowned, realizing this could only be one pony.
“Vicar Belletor, at your service,” he said with a toothy grin. “My beautiful mansion just finished construction last week, and I’ve finally come to town. You should feel honored, this was my first stop upon arriving in town.”
“Good for you,” I say, taking him all in.
He had a black mane and tail, with gray fur. He wore a large pair of sunglasses with a little hat on his head. His mane was done up in a bun to top it all off. The clothes hide the cutie mark.
“I just wanted to come and see it for myself,” he suddenly said, walking further into the Dojo and looking at the box of décor.
“See what for yourself? The Dojo?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“The competition,” he replied, only confusing me further. At my expression, he laughed, “I’m opening my own Dojo, right here in this town.”
“Why?” I asked, giving him a weird look.
He just chuckled as he used a hoof to open the box, peering inside it, “because I want to, and it’ll be fun. No other reasons are needed, right?” Then he gave me an almost sinister smile, “plus, running your business into the ground will be a great sport.”
“Wow, I knew I’d hate you when we finally met, but you blew my expectations right out of the water,” I said in an unimpressed voice, waving for the door. “You can leave.”
All he does is chuckle a bit as he walks further into the room. “When my man told me you were pregnant, I had to get on that as well. Psalm, show your belly.”
The tired looking mare stood up and stood sideways, revealing a small bump. She appeared to be at least three months pregnant.
“What the fuck?” I asked aloud, turning to him with a cocked eyebrow. “What is your problem? We’ve never met and you’re acting like we’re in a competition or something.”
He just smiled at me for a long moment, not speaking. “Call it an interest to beat the person who defeated the undefeatable.”
“Then go fuck with a guy named Greg, he’s the one who actually stopped the Watcher,” I snapped, losing my temper with him.
A light chuckle escaped his lips. “He’s not who I’m interested in. It’s you, Mrs. Scamp, I am interested in. Just you.” His eyes trailed to my belly, “and your future kid. My Psalm over there will birth me a kid of my own, who will be brought up just to be the opposite of your kid.”
“What. The. Fuck. Is your problem?!” I yelled, stomping towards him.
He just stood there waiting for me to get closer as I reached out to grab him. But as my hoof neared him, he suddenly moved in a way I hadn’t expected and grabbed my hoof, slamming me backwards onto my back and pinning me.
“Sloppy,” he chuckled, applying pressure to my leg. “You’re going to be a teacher?”
“Get the fuck off of her,” Mallogory growled as she stepped into the room, looking ready to kill.
With a wink, he released my hoof and stood up, leaving me on the ground as I struggled to get up again.
“We’ll all be seeing a lot of each other in the coming years,” he said over his shoulder as he and his entourage walked out the doors, leaving us both confused and angry.
“I’m killing him,” Mallogory said as she stomped for the door, but I stopped her.
“Leave it,” I coughed, rolling over and pushing myself up, a bit shaky. “He wants a fight, but we’re not giving it to him. Not right now at least.”
She growled, but quickly came to my side, helping me up. “What did he say exactly?”
I let out another cough, now a bit worried as I had hit the ground pretty hard when he slammed me.
“Scamp? Are you alright? Is the baby okay?!” she asked in a panic.
“Yeah, I think it’s just me who got hurt,” I reassured her, staring at the door they’d walked out of. “He wants to be our rival, I think.”
“Why?”
“... I guess just because,” I sigh, taking a few steps and groaning. That will definitely leave a bruise on my back, and leave me sore for the next few days.
“Who throws a pregnant mare to the ground?!” she growled as she just picked me up and held me as I huffed, not having it in me to fight her this time.
“A real prick, that’s who,” I say as I rub my face. “He’s going to be a problem going forward, that’s for sure.”
ooo000<^>000ooo
One Week Later
“How’d he have a Dojo built in a fucking week?!” Mallogory yelled as we stood across the street from the new Dojo that had just been built. “And it's bigger than ours!”
“He brought in a team from Manehatten,” Drax said from behind us, having been the one who told us about it. “They had this up and running months faster than we could have.”
“So he could of done this and had his stupid mansion finished months ago?!” Mallogory growled, clearly unhappy.
I just shook my head, “he did it that way on purpose, to get in the way of our Dojo being built.”
“This fucking guy,” she hissed, stomping towards the doors leading into the building.
Following her, I looked up at the name on the building; ‘Wolverine Kamae’.
… Our name is cooler.
We burst through the doors, stepping into the large room filled with training mats and many different kinds of training equipment.
“Fuck, this guy went all out,” I muttered, frowning.
“I was wondering how long it’d take you two to stop by,” Vicar said as he walked down some stairs leading to what could be an office.
Mallogory started to say something, but I placed a hoof on her side. Stepping forward, I stared across the mat at him. “I just want to know one thing, and I want a straight answer; what is your problem with us?”
He chuckled, seeming to square up with me. “I told you, you defeated the undefeatable. So I want to do the same to you.”
“And I told you,” I said with a frown. “Greg is the one who beat the Watcher, not me, not anyone else.”
“I think you’re on the wrong train of thought,” he said with a smirk, just confusing me all over again. “Besides, we’re going to get to see who the better Dojo is as time goes on.”
“Bro!” I snapped at him, standing on my hindlegs and pointing a claw right at him, “we’re opening a Dojo for fun! To teach others to defend themselves. NOT to get into a stupid competition with a wannabe rival!”
Again, he just chuckled at me, “Mrs. Scamp, that line of thinking will just get your future students hurt. Here at Wolverine Kamae, we will teach our pupils to excel at combat. To attack no matter what the opponent.” A smirk flashes on his face, his eyes hidden behind his stupid sunglasses, “and if you just teach defense, your students will suffer. Till they join us at least.”
“You’re living in a fantasy world,” I say, spitting onto the mat next to me and turning to leave.
“Hey!” He yells, “do not spit on the mat!”
“Do something about it,” I say over my shoulder.
With a growl, he raised his hoof and slapped it against the ground. All around us stepped out ponies, all dressed in black uniforms. There were at least ten of them.
I frowned and turned back to him, “really? A show of force to threaten us?”
“I’m going to let you two walk out of here, unhurt,” he said in a low voice. “Mainly because beating you here would not be fun or satisfying. So, leave while you can.”
A cocky look flashes on my face, but Mallogory’s hand on my shoulder pulls me back to reality. “We’ll take that offer. Just stay out of my Dojo.”
He returned my cocky smile, “we’ll see.”
We backed out of the building, keeping our eyes on the ten ponies that stood around us.
“By the way,” he called after us. “These are the teachers for this new Dojo, good luck competing with just a single teacher.”
“We’ll manage,” I say back as we step out of the doors, letting them close between us.
“You’re a bit hot headed sometimes,” Mallogory says with a sigh. “Did you have to spit on his mats?”
I just shrug as we walk away from the building. “I did, for me.”
She just chuckled as she patted my back.
Behind us, I could feel their eyes on our backs, but I did not turn around to look at them. I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction.
ooo000<^>000ooo
“So, we’re just going to ignore him?” Mallogory asked in shock as I finished looking through the list of new students who’d signed up. I was pleased to see all of our friends' kids' names on the list. Even the two royal shits. That’s not fair, the little filly, Nova, is nothing like her brother, from what I can tell at least.
“Yep, what’s he gonna do? Poach our students?” I said, chuckling to myself as I stepped out of the office. “No, he can try. But he’ll just have to make due with all the leftover kids in this town who join him.”
She watched as I took a fighting stance, “and you’re sure you can start teaching? Right now? When we’re barely a month away from giving birth?”
“Of course, watch!” I say as I try to perform a jump kick that leads into a leg sweep, but all I managed to do was jump into the air and land on my flank.
“Perfect form, love,” she teased, giving me a little clap.
“Shut up, it's just hard to move with this lump on me,” I mumbled as I stood up, my pride hurt more than anything else. “Look, I can get them all started on the basics, normal workouts. All the good stuff will come after I’ve given birth and I am back to one hundred percent.”
“If you say so,” she remarks, walking for the main doors.
“I do say so!” I yell after her, rubbing my sore flank.
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The next day
I stood in the office, looking out the window at all the colts and fillies walking around the Dojo, just mingling and waiting for something to happen.
“Welp, it’s actually happening,” I say as I watch all of them move about, holding my phone in my paw.
“You got this,” Greg said over the phone. “If you’re nervous, just go out there and lay some Drill Sergeant Scamp on their ass’s! You know what I mean, the crazy mare that tried to whip all of us into shape back in the training dimension.”
I chuckled at the memory, “thanks Greg. I’ll let you know how it goes.”
“I want all the gory details!” he laughed as he hung up.
Putting the phone aside, I rolled my shoulders and adjusted my headband. The Gi I was wearing was a simple white one with our Logo on its back and a smaller one on the front. I had to cut the sleeves myself, as they don’t actually sell them that way for some reason.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped out and looked out at all the new potential students.
“Line up,” I yelled, but none of them seemed to notice, except for Spark, who immediately took up a spot in front of me.
A frown fell onto my face as I inhaled deeply. “SILENCE!” This caught all of their attention as they turned to look at me.
“Alright, I’m going to be fair here. None of you have any discipline or training, so I’ll forgive what just happened here. But when I come out of this office, I expect all of you to be lined up and ready to start the day.”
A young colt raised his hoof. I looked at him, recognizing him as Duke Venture, Aaron’s and Vinyl’s son. “Speak, Duke Venture.” Fuck! He has such a cool name.
“Uh… how do we line up?” he asked, looking unsure of himself.
“Kid, you got a badass name. You need to get that attitude up to match it!” I bark back, causing him to flinch. “Now, to line up, you need to make rows. See the squares on the ground?”
They all looked down at the ground, seeing that the mat was made up of many squares.
“Yes, those. See the one over there? The one with a white star on it? Start there, put one square between each of you. When you get to the end of a mat, make a new row three squares back from the current row. Understood?”
No one moved.
“GO! MOVE!” I bark, causing all of them to run around frantically as they try to make the requested lines. It took them longer than I’d have liked, but they finally got into six mostly neat rows.
“There you go,” I say as I start to walk along the front row, looking them over. “This is Viper Claw, we value a high defense over all else. Because with a great defense, you have a great offense. A good defense lets you observe the situation, and watch for the perfect moment to react to your opponent. Be it in a fight, or in a normal situation.”
I stopped in front of one of the colts, raising an eyebrow at him. He was wearing a hat that said ‘Slut Life’. “Alright guys, first rule: No offensive clothing in my Dojo.” I snatched it from his head and tossed it to the side. “Where’d you even buy a hat like that?”
“The new Hot Topic that Duke’s parents opened,” the little colt said, looking a bit scared.
“The fuck is a Hot Topic?” I asked aloud, looking at Duke Venture.
He blinked, looking a bit intimidated as I stared at him. “Uh… a pop culture clothing store?”
“Sure, sounds right,” I say, resuming my walk of the rows. “Rule number two: There will be no quitting in this Dojo! Quitting is for failures! Are we failures?!”
Not a single one of them said a word.
Growling a bit, I yelled, “I said! Are we failures! Answer me!”
“N-No!” they all half yelled, all seeming a bit unsure of themselves.
“Alright,” I said, rubbing my face as I walked back to the front of the room. “We have a LOT of work. None of you are confident or sure of yourselves. We need to change that. Any questions before we start?”
A filly in the back held up a hoof. I did not know her name, so I looked her over, seeing she had a nose ring. “Nose Ring, speak.”
“Uh… my name is Lilly… but the Wolverine Kamae put out a poster saying they’re offering weapons training. Are you offering that?”
I frowned at this and pointed to the Logo. “You see those badass claws?” At all of them nodding their heads, I smirked at them, “That’s your goal! One day, when I’m sure you’re ready, I’ll teach you all how to wield them.”
“But not today?” an older colt asked from the back.
“No speaking out of term!” I yell. “This Dojo will teach you discipline and how to defend yourself! All of you lack the skills and attitude, but I’m going to fix that! It’s going to take years, but one day all of you will be able to naturally use what I’ve taught you to handle any problem that comes your way!”
At their expectant stares, I sigh. “But no, we will not be touching weapons for a while.”
A fourth of the class stepped back and quickly left.
“Tsk,” I spat onto the ground and stomped a hoof. “Alright then, let's weed ‘em out! If you’re not here to actually learn, then leave now!”
One filly made a run for it.
“If you think I’m scary and intimidating, then you’ve seen nothing yet! If that bothers you, now's your chance!”
About eight more kids ran for the door.
I was now left with half the number of students as I started with.
“Well, that sure weeded out the weak ones,” I said as I stepped forward. “Alright, from here on out, I will expect you all to act like students of Viper Claw! And I will not go easy on any of you!”
Five more kids ran out the door.
“Stop running away!” I roared, causing another to run. “Okay. That’s enough, let’s learn some practice drills. Reform the lines.”
They all looked unsure, but as I puffed up my chest to yell more, they all quickly moved forward, making new rows.
“There we go,” I say as I take up a stance before them. “Alright, I’m going to teach you some simple warm up drills. Stand on your hindlegs so we can begin!”
They all tried to comply, but simply fell all over the place.
I slammed a hoof into my face. This was going to be more work than I initially thought.
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When the world ends, a young man gets a chance to relive his life in the world of Equestria.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 51
December 19th, 11 A.B.
(The next day)
“You ran off over half of your students?” Greg asked as he sat in his wheelchair, watching me and Mallogory eat.
“Yep, but just the weak willed ones,” I assured him as I crammed food into my mouth.
“You know, we have a limited number of youth in this town, right?” he asked, not able to hide the smile on his face.
I shrug, “oh well. They can go join the other Dojo if they want something easier to do.”
“This is why I love you, Scamp,” he chuckled, placing the bill down before us. “I tried to convince Jelly Bean to join, but she’s not interested in fighting. Maybe Dude will join when he’s a little older…”
“I’ll take ‘em,” I chuckled. “What is he, almost two?”
“One and a half,” Greg replied, doing a little wheelie in his chair. “Young enough that our kids can be best bros!”
The thought brought a smile to my face as Mallogory smirked.
“Luckily for us,” she said, thinking to herself. “A lot of you guys have younger kids, so ours won’t be too far behind.”
“Things just worked out, didn’t they?” he asked as he popped another wheelie. He began to try and ride on two wheels back to the kitchen.
“So, have you decided you’ll be focusing more on kid classes?” she asked, picking up the bill.
“I’ll do both, but I have more kids signed up than adults. I had like, what, four not counting you?” I said as I cleaned my mouth with a napkin. “But I don’t know, I had more fun during the kids' class. They were harder to teach, but I guess that’s the fun of it.”
“I want you to do exactly what you want to do,” she said, seeming to know exactly what to say to avoid setting me off. Which just caused me to start laughing as I reached over and slugged her arm.
“You don’t gotta be so careful around me! I won’t bite your head off,” I joked.
“You say that, but you have a short temper, especially while pregnant,” she retorted, watching my reaction.
I shook my hoof at her, “Oh ha ha. When we-”
“Uh, Sensei Scamp?” Spark suddenly said as he appeared next to our booth.
“Oh, you don’t have to call me that outside of the Dojo,” I chuckled, moving over so he could sit with us. “What’s up, Spark?”
“So,” he began, sitting down carefully. “I’ve spoken with the other kids in the class, and they’re all a bit… scared of you.”
“Good,” I replied, smiling brightly.
“And most don’t want to come to class tonight.”
“Not good,” Mallogory said, giving me a sly smirk.
I sighed and turned to Spark. “Well, I can’t really tone myself down anymore than I have been.”
“That was you toned down?!” he asked suddenly, getting a glare from me.
“Go easy on the poor kid,” Mallogory laughed, getting me to pull myself back.
“The kids are saying they won’t come back?” I asked, moving forward.
“Yeah, not unless you calmed down… a lot,” he said carefully.
I chuckle as I pat him on the back a bit roughly, “Spark, one day you’ll learn to NEVER tell a pregnant mare to calm down. But till then, I want you to tell those little shits something.”
“Okay,” he replied slowly.
“Tell them to come to class tonight, I’ll speak to everyone. If they want to go after that, they can, think that'll get them in?”
He nodded, “yeah, I think I can convince them to give it another try.”
“Perfect, get going, pass the word along.”
With a flash of his wings, he quickly jumped up and flew out the front door.
“You know,” Mallogory began, “the way you deal with kids will come in handy when our little angel comes out. Because if they’ll be like any of the kids back home, they’ll be a handful.”
“Let me worry about handling our little shit,” I replied, patting my belly. “I obviously mean little shit in an endearing kind of way.”
“Of course,” she said while rolling her eyes. “Good luck at class tonight.”
“I don’t need luck,” I said as I stood up. “I got a plan.”
“Oh goodie,” she teased as she slapped my flank as she walked by, heading for the counter.
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Staring out the window, I saw the kids slowly lining up, just as I’d hoped they would. There’s hope for them yet.
Throwing the door open, I stepped out and stared at all of them. They all stared back nervously.
“I heard a lot of you wish to leave Viper Claw,” I began, walking along the front row. “Now, normally I’d say good riddance, but I’m going to try and be a bit more…” I look a random kid in the eyes, “calm.”
“Now!” I yell, walking to the front of the class. “I know a few of you are a bit scared of me. A little intimidated. So let’s try and fix that. Do any of you have any questions for me?”
A colt raised a hoof.
It was Lightening, Rainbow Dash’s son.
“Speak, Lightening!” I yelled to him.
“Ah, can you see out of that white eye?” he asked, a few others leaning forward with interest.
“No,” I said simply, pointing to it. “Completely blind. Next!”
A younger colt held up his hoof. Flashy Flash, Alexander and Trixie’s son.
“Speak, Flashy Flash!”
“How’d you lose your eye?” he asked innocently.
“Fire attack, scorched my entire left side. Next!”
A filly was next. Rainbow Dash’s daughter, Azure Moon.
“Speak, Azure Moon!”
“Um, how’d you get those cool legs with the claws?” she asked, a few other kids nodding their heads, wanting to know the same thing.
“Hm,” I said, rubbing my chin with a claw to show off. “Lost them in battle. Had them ripped from my body by a creature that refused to die.”
Mango Loco raised her hoof next.
“Speak, Mango Loco!” I yelled, starting to annoy even myself with that.
“I heard Zorrow say you and Lance killed his first wife. Why did you two do that?” she asked in the most innocent voice.
“Eh…” I looked at Spark as he cocked his head. How to say this without making Lance look like a psychopath… “She was a succubus! We had to defeat her to break Zorrow of his curse!”
“Cool,” Duke Venture muttered.
More hooves shot up.
“Okay, if your question has to do with my time on the Eternal Plains, put it down now.”
Every hoof slowly went down.
“Enough questions then, how about a demonstration?”
This seemed to excite all of them, as I knew it would.
“Alright, we have a guest today. Welcome to the mat, Malbatorus!” I yelled as I began to clap, followed by everyone else as a overly handsome pony stepped out of the back, walking to stand before me.
“Go into your dragon form!” one of the kids yelled, causing Malbatorus to chuckle.
“I don’t think Sensei Scamp here would like it if I turned into a dragon in her Dojo,” he said, giving a little wave to the excited kids.
“Yes, do not,” I reaffirmed as I turned to my students. “Alright! Malbatorus has volunteered to help me today to show you what you all can achieve with a little practice and determination.”
Turning to face him, I tightened my headband with my wings. “Square up!”
“I’ll go easy on you, since you’re pregnant,” he said, getting into an awkward fighting stance.
“Don’t,” I say as I lower myself.
He looked unsure, but edged towards me. When he was close enough to strike me, he threw a half hearted punch at my face. I just sat there and let it gently hit me.
“Hit me! Actually try, you pussy!”
“Hey, you said you wouldn’t use hurtful words,” he pouted.
“Malbatorus, come on!” I yelled, stomping towards him a bit.
“Fine!” He yelled as he spun around and bucked towards me a lot harder than I expected.
However, I still dodged his legs and grabbed one, yanking him down and pounced onto his back, yanking two of his legs behind him. “Yield!”
“I yield!” he squealed with panic.
I stood up and helped him up next. He looked to be a bit shaken up at what just happened.
“Go put some ice on it,” I say, turning to my students as he rushed out of the room. To my delight, they all looked very excited now.
“Like that?” I asked, getting a lot of nods. “Good! Because that’s just the basics! Stick with me, and I’ll make sure all of you can do what I do! Maybe even better!”
They let out a cheer and quickly formed up proper lines.
“That’s more like it!” I yelled as I took up my spot before them. “As we tried to do yesterday, one of the most important aspects of Viper Claw is agility! You need to be able to move and fight from any position! Standing on your hind legs is the bare minimum! So let’s start there, everyone up!”
They all carefully raised themselves up to their hindlegs, but were still very shaky and wobbly. Which is fine, as this part takes a while to learn.
“Good job! Let’s start adding in some movement!”
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I sat in my office, messing with my phone as the kids all left on their own.
A knock at the door got my attention. “Enter!”
Spark stepped in, a large smile on his face.
“Yes, Spark?”
“You did it!” he said happily. “All of them want to stay now! I think we might even get a few of the ones who left back as well!”
“Yeah, I knew that’d work,” I chuckled, putting my phone away. “Thank you, Spark. Sometimes its good to have an outside party help reel you in when you’re getting a little into something.”
“Oh, it was no problem! You’re kind of my personal hero,” he said, kicking at the ground.
“Thanks, kid. But I shouldn’t be any one's hero, trust me,” I say, repressing a frown.
As he started to say something else, another kid ran in behind him. Nose Ring girl.
“Sensei Scamp, there’s a guy here for you,” she said.
“Thanks, Nose Ring,” I said as I stood up and started to walk for the door, but I glanced out the window and stopped. “Spark, round up any kids still here and leave.”
“What? Why?” he asked, looking out the window.
“Just do it,” I said as I fixed my headband.
He looked unsure as he and the filly ran out and began gathering up kids. Once I saw them step out the front door, I stepped out of the office.
“What?”
Vicar smiled as he stood in the middle of the room, another pony with him. “Great kids you got here. Not like the ones I have though. All of yours seems to be the rejects.”
“Is that all you came to say?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “If so, the door is right there.”
“No, I came to test you. Just a little test, nothing big.”
“Get out, Vicar,” I say simply, not planning to entertain him.
“Ollie, do it,” he said as he took a step back.
The olive mare stepped towards me, narrowing her eyes.
“Look, Ollie,” I say to the mare as she squared up with me. “I’m not fighting you. I’m pregnant and tired, ain’t happening.”
“Then this’ll be easy. I challenge you to an official fight, right here! First to pin wins!” she yelled, pointing a hoof at me.
“Eh, no, goodbye,” I said as I waved a hoof at her. But she moved faster than I thought she could as she grabbed my hoof and suddenly threw me over her shoulder, sending me tumbling through the air.
Luckily, I caught myself midair with my wings and landed on my hooves, staring at the crazy mare with a death glare.
“Hey! Didn’t I just say pregnant!”
“You did,” she said as she dashed back to me.
I blocked her first punch and then her second, but her third slammed into my face, knocking me back. Not giving me time to recover, she spun sideways, slamming a hoof into my face as she did so. With an agile twist, she spun again and slammed a hoof right into my chest, causing me to gasp.
Stumbling a bit, I caught myself in time to catch her next kick, grabbing her leg in my claws and throwing her sideways. She slammed into the wall and left a scuffed mark, thanks to the reinforcement magic we'd cast on the walls. As she tried to stand up, I bucked her across the face and grabbed her mane with my back paw, throwing her towards Vicar.
He simply caught her and placed her back on her hooves. “Keep going.”
“We’re done,” I said as the shaky mare tried to advance on me again. “I said!” I yelled as I dashed forward and head butted her, followed by me sweeping her legs out from under her. I then slammed my body down on top of her, twisting her leg back till she screamed in agony. “We’re done!”
“I yield!” she screamed.
I let her go and stood up, staring at Vicar as he smiled back at me. “I knew you’d win that one.”
“Leave!” I bellowed, taking a step towards him.
He just bowed as he spun on a heel and walked for the door, his lackey struggling to follow after him. As he left, I saw all the kids were at the windows, all eyes wide as they stared in at me.
“Great,” I muttered as I waved them off and walked for the office, doing my best to hold it together till I got there.
The moment I closed the door behind me, I stumbled and collapsed to the ground, wheezing in pain as I held my chest.
That bitch broke a few ribs!
“Sensei Scamp, that was-” Spark began, but stopped as he opened the door and saw me on the ground. “Are you okay?!”
“No,” I sputtered out, a bit of blood coming out of my mouth. “Phone.”
As he retrieved my phone, I tried to sit up, but found I couldn’t. How’d she hit me so hard?! Those hits felt like they had some real power behind them!
He handed me my phone as I struggled to open it and hit the number one, set to speed dial Mallogory.
“Heyo!” she said as she picked up.
“Mal,” I coughed out as I lost my voice and began to cough violently as more blood poured out of my mouth.
“Scamp’s hurt!” Spark yelled into the phone.
“WHERE?!” I heard Mallogory yell.
“The Dojo!” Spark yelled back.
“Can’t breath,” I wheezed out, feeling a grinding pain in my chest. One of my ribs must have punctured my lung. “Bring… Doc…”
“She’s asking for Doc!” Spark yelled in a panic.
“Press… four…” I gasped, vision starting to go dark.
He hung up on a panicking Mallogory and pressed four, calling Doc.
“Yes, Scamp?” I heard his tired voice ask.
“Scamp needs help, at her Dojo! Please hurry!” Spark yelled, his own panic taking over.
“I’m coming!” Doc yelled, followed by the sound of his phone hitting the ground and him yelling in the background.
“Help is coming, Scamp!” Spark yelled as I slowly sank closer and closer to the ground. “Just… hang in there!”
“Hanging… in there…” I gasped, doing everything in my power to focus on breathing.
And there we sat, for a painful five minutes before I heard the sounds of Doc barreling into the Dojo and running for the office.
“Oh you stupid idiot! What’d you do this time?!” Calypso yelled as she got ahead of him and threw her medkit down next to me.
“Some guy made a crazy mare attack her! But she kicked her ass!” Spark said from the side.
“Get him out,” Calypso said as she began to prep her tools. “He doesn’t need to see this part.”
Doc pulled him out of the room as she rolled me onto my back.
“Looks like a few broken ribs,” she said as she listened to my breathing. “And one punctured your right lung. You probably already know that though.”
“Mmmm,” I groaned, nodding my head.
“Yeah, this is going to hurt like a bitch. I got to get it out and back into place, then Doc can use his ability to heal it. Ready?”
“No,” I groan as I put my legs out, waiting for the pain to begin.
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“This is getting out of hand! She’s just a few weeks away from giving birth! She can’t be getting into fights right now!” I heard Calypso hiss as I came to the floor.
I blinked up at the ceiling, reaching up and touching my chest were a new healed scar set. Just adding to the collection at this point.
With a groan, I rolled to the side and stood up, seeing they’d made a makeshift bed for me on the floor. Outside the office, I could hear them arguing.
“Well he attacked her, so that means we can report it!” Calypso said.
“No, let’s just kill him!” Mallogory growled, clearly pissed.
“Or,” I said as I stepped out of the office, rubbing my chest, “we let me handle this.”
“No, he attacked you,” Calypso stated.
“Technically, it was an ‘official’ duel,” I said, frowning. “Trust me, let me get this kid out of me, and I’ll handle this all on my own. This asshole wants a rival? Well now he’s got one.”
“That’s a stupid way to handle this!” Calypso retorted, but at my determined look, frowned. “Fine. But if something like this happens again, I’m getting involved.”
“Where’s Spark?” I asked, changing the subject.
“We sent him home,” Doc responded. “And that’s where you should go. You need to rest. All that movement is not good for the baby.”
“Yeah yeah,” I muttered as I walk past them, heading for the door. “Hey you guys,” I say as I turn to face them. “Thank you, for you know, being there for me.”
“That’s what friends are for,” Calypso said, sighing. “Plus, you’d find a way to kill yourself if we weren’t around.”
“Oh for sure,” Mallogory chuckled as she walked after me.
“Let me just lock up, then I’ll rest, I swear,” I say as I pull the key to the Dojo out. They all nod as they follow me out.
As I turn and reach for the light switch, I narrow my eyes. Alright, Vicar Belletor, I’ll give you exactly what you’re asking for.
I flipped the light off and stepped out, locking the door behind me.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 52
December 20th, 11 A.B.
“I’d rather we just go down there and kick his ass ourselves,” Mallogory muttered as I put on my Gi in front of our bedroom mirror. “It’d be super easy to do!”
“Normally, I’d agree,” I replied, putting on my headband. “But we’re in Equestria now, a mostly peaceful Equestria. I’d like to avoid killing my opponents from here on out. Plus, I can handle Wolverine Kamae and anything they throw at my Dojo.”
“If they attack you again like they did last night, I’m stepping in,” she said, anger flashing onto her face.
I just chuckle and walk over to give her a kiss. “Don’t worry about me, you know I can handle myself.”
“Almost died last night,” she retorted.
“But I won, didn’t I?” I laughed, heading for the front door. “If it makes you feel any better, if they cross the line, we’ll report them. Deal?”
“If they cross the line, I’ll-” she started, but saw my smiling face. “... Deal.”
“Thank you, Mallo,” I turned and walked out the door.
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“As some of you are aware, Wolverine Kamae attacked me in this Dojo last night,” I announced as I walked down the lines of students. “That is a prime example of what I’m wanting to avoid by opening this Dojo. Use last night as an example of what not to do; do not use your new found fighting skills to attack and bully others!”
The kids all nodded in agreement.
“No no, when you agree with a statement I make, yell ‘HAI!’ at the top of your lungs!”
“HAI!” they all screamed.
“Okay, not that loud, just give it a solid amount of effort next time,” I say, rubbing my ear. “Alright! Last night did actually raise the stakes, so you’re all in luck! We’re going to keep focusing on the basic’s, but I’m going to start throwing in actual techniques. Wolverine Kamae is going to be an ongoing problem for our Dojo, and I don’t know what kinds of shit they’ll be pulling as time goes on. So you all need to be ready for anything.”
A few kids yelled ‘HAI’ while the others did it after them. Very out of sync.
“We’re going to work on that,” I said, trying not to show my displeasure on my face. “Alright! Up on your hindlegs!”
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“When do we start sparing?” Star Chaser asked as I observed a few students doing push ups.
“When I say so,” I remarked, giving him a stern look. “Now get back over there and resume your flexibility training.”
“From what I’ve heard, Wolverine Kamae has already started teaching their students how to fight. They’ve been sparing since day one,” he stated, trying to stare me down.
I turn on him and put my face right into his face, “Star Boy, if you do not like how I’m running this class, you are free to go play with the other Dojo. They’re taking short cuts, while I am building up your bases. Right now, they’ll be stronger than all of you, but as time goes on, you’ll all quickly surpass them by taking the longer and harder route.”
“I think if we threw in some actual fighting, we’d speed up the process,” he replies, not backing down.
A smirk falls onto my face, “okay, you want to spare? Fine.” I turned to the class, “LINE UP! Except you, Star Boy.”
Everyone quickly jumped up and ran to their spots, standing at attention.
“Okay everyone, our local Star wants to skip all the boring stuff and go straight to sparring. So, lets indulge him. Star Boy, pick an opponent.”
He frowned at me and looked everyone over, each one looking away as he looked at them.
“You!” he yelled, pointing a hoof right into my face.
“You stupid or something?” I say despite myself. “No, pick someone on your skill level.”
“None of these idiots are on my level. I’ve been studying at home, using books and training spells,” he said proudly, standing tall.
“Oh, you think those are substitutes for actual training?” I ask as I turn to face him, squaring up with the young Alicorn. “Did you know, being self taught causes you to develop bad habits?”
“I have no bad habits. I am perfection,” he said with the most cocky smile I’ve seen on a child.
“Fuck it, bow to me,” I say as he turns to me and we both bow.
“Begin!” I yell as he suddenly explodes towards me.
He threw a few sloppy punches at me, which I easily blocked. No need to dodge these types of attacks. As I threw his attacks away, he became frustrated and his horn flashed, causing him to go faster.
I raised an eyebrow as he attacked me with reckless abandonment, no skill or technique. Which is exactly what I expected.
Again, his horn flashed and he started throwing attacks faster than I could see. However, he was easy to telegraph so I continued to block and dodge his lame attacks.
As his horn flashed again, I suddenly snapped my paw forward and grabbed his horn, pulling him stragith to the ground. Using my hoof, I pressed it against his chest, pinning him under me.
“Yield!” I snapped at him.
“Never!” he yelled, trying to get away, but unable to as his horn sparked a few times, but did not work anymore.
“You yield,” I say simply, not letting him up. “If this was a real fight, I’d have snapped your horn and rendered you magicless.”
He stopped fighting, huffing up at me with fury in his eyes.
“You need to work on this anger inside of you, Star Chaser. It’s going to lead you down a dark path otherwise,” I say as I slowly release him. The moment my paw left his horn, he flashed away, appearing by the door to the Dojo.
“Screw you!” he yelled, tears in his eyes. “I don’t need this! Come on, Nova!”
But his sister Nova did not move, just stood there awkwardly.
He looked at her, his anger increasing, but instead of saying anymore, he sprinted out the door.
Everyone looked back to me as I stood up, dusting myself off.
“He’ll be back,” I remarked, “everyone needs to be humbled at least once in their life. Otherwise, you will grow into our good friend over at Wolverine Kamae.”
Spark’s hoof shot up.
“Speak, Spark.”
“How’d you turn off his magic?!” he asked, everyone looking to have the same question.
I let out a sigh and held up my mechanical paw, flexing it a bit, “anti-magic enchantments. You can get them put on anything, as long as you know a Unicorn who can cast such magic. Your mom is the one who did mine. However! Things like this are not to be used lightly! Grabbing the horn of a Unicorn should only be used in extreme cases, because if YOU screw up, you could hurt them beyond comprehension.”
This caused all of them to look a bit solemn.
“Good, now, let’s get back to class!”
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I stepped into the bathroom attached to my office and looked at my good leg. It had a few bruises on it from blocking Star Chaser’s attacks. He may have been a child, but once he upped his speed, he started hitting pretty hard.
“Little shit,” I hissed as I pulled out a medkit and began to rub a pad up and down my leg, the little charm inside of it glowing softly as it reduced the swelling and pain in it.
“Sensei Scamp?” I heard Spark say as he entered my office.
“What’s up?” I asked as I stepped out, still rubbing my leg with the charm.
“I don’t think you should have gone so hard on Star Chaser,” he said, ears flat against his head. “He has a massive ego and has always thought of himself as the best. He may not come back.”
“He will,” I reassured him. “For now, we need to focus on those who want to learn. Those who do not will either sort themselves out, or be left behind.”
“But what about no child left behind?” he asked. “You’re supposed to make sure every kid makes it to the end. That’s how the school runs at least.”
I raise an eyebrow at him, “yeah, I don’t run on that philosophy. I’ll help steer you guys onto the right path, but it's going to be up to you to stick to it. You can’t force someone to be a better person, they have to want it for themselves.”
Pulling the pad away, I saw the bruises had disappeared. “Now, if Star Chaser returns, we’ll welcome him with open wings. If not, then oh well.”
“I don’t know, I feel like we should always try and help others succeed, no matter what,” he mumbled.
“Starting to sound like your mom,” I joked. “I got this, kid. Don’t worry about the others, I’ll do enough worrying for the both of us.”
He didn’t look convinced as I took a seat.
“All I’m saying, Sensei Scamp, is that some kids need a little more tolerance than others.”
I chuckled, pulling out my phone and checking my messages, “Spark, you always sound much older than your age. We’re going to make hell of a fighter out of you, that I promise.”
He smiled a bit as he bowed and backed out of the office.
“OH! Spark, question,” I yelled after him.
“Yes, Sensei?” he asked, stopping in the door.
“What does ‘shamboozled’ mean? Greg keeps asking if I’m down to getting shamboozled once my kid is born,'' I asked, reading a text from Greg. “He just laughs when I ask him what he means.”
Spark blinks at me, then chuckles, “he’s asking if you want to get really drunk and high at the same time.”
“Ah,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Should have known. You may leave, Spark.”
As he stepped out, I put the phone down and stared at the poster on the wall that depicted the Dojo’s logo and me standing in front of it. The words ‘Keep pushing forward!” lining the bottom of it.
“Hmmm,” I looked to my desk to see a business card for Wolverine Kamae.
Is indulging them a good idea? Probably not, but I just can’t help myself.
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Spark flew above the buildings as he made his way home. The sight of the Wolverine Kamae building to his left cased him to take slight detour, just wanting to give it another fly by to see if anything had changed.
As he approached it, he saw a few ponies stepping out of the front doors, mostly young colts and fillies leaving class.
But one caught his eye and caused him to come to a stop in the air.
Star Chaser was walking out, wearing the black uniform of Wolverine Kamae. The tall stallion was walking with him, seeming to be talking with him.
He couldn’t help himself, he flew down and landed in a tree, close enough to hear them.
“-ed for you to join us, young Star Chaser! It is an honor to host one of the future rulers of this fine land in our Dojo,” Vicar said, feeding into Star Chaser’s ego perfectly.
“The honor is all yours! The private lessons you offer are amazing! Nothing like Viper Claw,” Star Chaser said, clearly very overjoyed.
Vicar chuckled and patted his back, “anything for the Prince of Equestria! And thank you for all your insight on Viper Claw, that will be extremely helpful going forward. Now, tomorrow, I plan to introduce you to another of our instructors who specializes in aggressive techniques. Perfect for one such as yourself.”
“Thank you, Sensei Belletor!” Star Chaser exclaimed, giving him a bow and flashing away.
“Pretentious little brat,” Vicar muttered as he turned to walk for the building, but stopped. “Oh, little birdie in the tree, why don’t you grow a pair and come on down here?”
Spark’s eyes widened, but he did not move.
“Spark Greenfield,” Vicar suddenly called out, catching the young pony off guard. “Come on, I just want to talk.”
Reluctantly, he left his hiding spot and flew down to stand before Vicar.
“Ah, the son of Lance, it’s a pleasure to actually meet you,” the tall pony said, his sunglasses catching the glint of a street light.
“You know my dad?” Spark asked, raising an eyebrow.
Vicar just chuckles and waves a hoof to the front door of the Dojo. “Why don’t you come in? I want to show you around the place.”
“No,” Spark says firmly, standing his ground.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Vicar says with a charming smile. “I just want to show you that we have so much more to offer than Viper Claw. Better facilities, larger selection of teachers, and best yet, weapons training!”
“I prefer Viper Claw,” Spark states, causing Vicar’s smile to falter a bit. “It has something your dumb Dojo doesn’t.”
“What’s that?” Vicar asked with a bit of interest.
“Sensei Scamp,” Spark says, smirking up at the now frowning Vicar. “It doesn’t matter how much more money you put into your Dojo, it’ll never be better than Viper Claw.”
“Such wise words from such a young pony,” he says with a touch of disdain. “I’m going to give you this one warning, pony. Do not make an enemy of Wolverine Kamae. I’m offering you a great chance right now, to join the winning side. Don’t be foolish and throw it away because of a false sense of loyalty to Scamp.”
Spark just smiles up at him, giving him a bow, “thank you for the offer. But, I’m going to stick with Sensei Scamp and Viper Claw.”
“Wrong move,” Vicar said in a low voice before smiling widely at him. “Good luck going forward, little pony.”
“You too,” Spark said with a salute as he took to the air and flew for home, letting out a sigh of relief once he was away from the tall stallion.
Vicar watched the young colt fly away, smirking up after him. “This is going to be so much more satisfying than I thought it would be!”
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 53
December 26th, 11 A.B.
“Good!” I yelled out as Spark performed an almost perfect kick and sweep, all from his hindlegs. The others were also making very similar progress, catching on faster than I thought they would.
“Thank you, Sensei!” Spark yelled out as he dripped with sweat as he kept repeating the same technique over and over again, trying to get it perfect.
I nod as I walk around the room, watching them all slowly go from sloppy to decent. Give them another month or two, and they could be ready to actually spar with one another.
“Ten more minutes, and then we’re moving to cardio!” I announced, getting hai’s from everyone as they pushed themselves harder.
A smile graced my face, I couldn’t say it out loud, but I was proud of this little shits. They’d really taken to learning recently. Could have something to do with some of their friends joining Wolverine Kamae, but I’m not sure.
As I stepped around a few colts who were trying to learn how to roll, I saw someone step into the Dojo.
“Welcome to Viper Claw!” I yelled as I weaved through the kids and stepped up in front of the newcomer. “Can I help you?”
The pony before me was a well dressed stallion with a well kept mane. He didn’t look like one of Vicar’s lackeys, so I didn’t come off as hostile right off the bat.
“Are you Sensei Scamp, owner of Viper Claw?” he asked, looking at a clipboard.
“That is me,” I said with a grin on my face.
“I am Long Haul, a representative of the Equestria Martial Arts Association,” he said as I nodded and held out a hoof, offering it for him to shake. He gave it a quick shake before continuing. “Are you aware you were supposed to contact us to register your Dojo before opening?”
My smile faded away at this, “oh, eh, no… I did not know that.”
“Ignorance of the rules is no excuse,” he said as he made a few notes. “Luckily for you, we’re a bit lenient when it comes to things like this. We just need all the paperwork filled out and then your Dojo’s mission statement. We’ll also need you to come to Fillydelphia to demonstrate your Martial Arts knowledge to the council. Then, we’ll give your Dojo an approval or disapproval.”
“That’s fucking dumb,” I say despite myself, but I go wide eyed as he frowned at me. “I mean, no problem! I’ll get right on it!” Then a thought hit me, “by the way, there’s another Dojo here in town, the-”
“Wolverine Kamae, yes, he’s the one who informed us of your unsanctioned Dojo. He did it the proper way and was approved before opening his doors,” Long Haul said as he stepped aside to reveal a large box of paper work. “Start with this, and bring it all with you when you come to Fillydelphia. The address is on the top sheet.”
“Yep, can do,” I said through gritted teeth as I stared at the large box of paper work.
“Till then, I’ll ask that you close your doors to students. Otherwise, we’ll have to take action against your Dojo,” he stated.
I narrowed my eye at him, “look here, you-”
“Sensei Scamp!” Spark yelled from behind me.
Taking a step back, I took a deep breath. “Alright. How long will this take?”
“It depends on you, as soon as you get the paperwork filled out and come to Fillydelphia, the sooner you can open your doors,” he said, frowning at my actions, but not commenting on them.
“Sweet, I’ll have this done in a day or so,” I say calmly, my twitching eye giving away my true feelings at this moment.
He seemed to want to say something, but chose not to as he put a sign up on the door and walked away.
Glancing at the sign, I saw it read ‘CLOSE TILL FURTHER NOTICE!’. “Prick,” I muttered, turning to the kids, who were all staring at me.
Looking at their faces, I relaxed my shoulders a bit. “Alright, here’s the plan. We’re closing for two days. In the meantime, I’m going to teach you all a few techniques I want you to practice over that time. Okay?”
“Hai!” they all shout, getting a smile out of me.
“Perfect! Line up, let’s do this quickly before the suit realizes we’re still training!”
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I groaned as I sat at my desk in my study, paper work all around me. I’d spent the better part of the last eight hours filling it out as fast as I could, but there was just so much! I had to actually describe ALL of my credentials and experience that makes me capable of teaching Martial Art’s.
This is super fucking stupid!
“How goes it?” Mallogory asked as she leaned into my study.
“It goes,” I sighed as I put aside one of the papers and put another in front of me. “I’ll be done in the morning, and I’ll take a train to Fillydelphia. Then I’ll be back the next day and back to business.”
“That’s a lot to do in just two days… with no sleep,” she warned.
“I’ll sleep on the train ride to and from,” I assured her, writing furiously.
She made a sound of annoyance behind me, causing me to turn to look at her.
“Scamp, we’re supposed to give birth around January ninth! That’s barely two weeks away! You can’t be doing all this fighting and traveling!” she exploded, catching me off guard.
“Mallo,” I said carefully, racking my brain for the perfect response. “I’m going to be okay, the baby is fine. I just need to do this, for me. Please.”
Mallogory let out a ragged sigh and gave a single nod, “fine. But don’t forget you have to look out for not only yourself, but also our kid. Don’t do anything stupid… what am I saying, you’re going to do something stupid.”
She slammed her hand into her face, groaning.
I jumped up and flew to her, wrapping my legs around her chest. “I promise, I will not do anything stupid. Straight there and back, simple as that.”
“With you it’s never simple,” she remarked, but returned the hug, holding me tight.
“Isn’t that like the main draw of being with me?” I asked, snickering a bit.
She just nibbled on my ear in response as we swayed in the doorway, soothing music playing in my head.
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“Ma’am? Your stop?” I heard someone above me say as they kicked at my back leg.
“Uh?” I asked as I sat up slowly, blinking around in confusion, momentarily forgetting where I was.
“Fillydelphia station, is this your stop?” the Ticketmaster said as he frowned at me.
Looking around, I realized I was the only one still in the train car. “Ah, yes, I kind of sleep hard sometimes…”
“Mhm,” he mumbled as he moved on, leaving me by myself.
Sliding out of my makeshift bed, I quickly repacked all my stuff into my duffel bag and slung it over my shoulder, laying it across my back. Pulling the straps down to secure it in place, I quickly walked for the exit.
Stepping off of the train, I found myself in an overly dull city. Nothing like Manehatten, and definitely nothing like New Ponyville.
Pulling out the slip of paper, I looked around, seeing a few taxi’s waiting by the train station.
With a bit of work, navigating the large crowd while both pregnant and carrying a heavy bag, I made my way to the nearest taxi.
Sliding into the back seat I held up the address for the driver, who just gave a nod and put the car in drive.
As we pulled out into traffic, I pulled my phone out, seeing I had a text from Lance. He was asking how the trip was going. I shot back a simple text saying good, then saw I had a missed call from an unknown number.
Eyeing it suspiciously, I hit it and placed the phone to my ear.
It rang twice before someone picked up.
“How’s Fillydelphia?” a familiar suave voice asked, his smile clear through the phone.
“Vicar,” I simply said back, frowning. “I don’t know what the point of snitching on me was, but it’s not going to shut down my Dojo. This is just an inconvenience, nothing more.”
“The point wasn’t to shut you down,” he chuckled. “I’m trying to help you. There is a tournament coming up at the end of next year, the Equine Championship Tournament. It’s only open to sanctioned Dojo’s, and you wouldn’t have been allowed to join in your current state.”
I laughed a bit at this. “If you think I’d put any of my students in a tournament after only a year of training, you’re sorely mistaken. The point of Viper Claw is to learn to defend oneself, not win tournaments under strict rules.”
“Sounds like you’re just afraid of your students facing a real challenge,” he replied in a snarky tone.
“That’s not going to convince me, just so you know,” I chuckled as I started to hang up.
“Want to make it interesting then?” he suddenly said, a smug tone to his voice.
“Nope,” I said as I hit the off button and blocked his number.
A content smirk fell on my face as I relaxed back and looked out the window.
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“Ah! Mrs. Scamp! We weren’t expecting to see you for at least a week!” a well dressed pony exclaimed as he walked towards me as I stood at reception.
“Oh, yeah, I kinda work fast,” I chuckled nervously as I held out my hoof for him.
He took my hoof and shook it hard, smiling widely at me. “Not to sound weird, but we all actually have been excited to meet you!”
“You have?” I asked, an anxious smile on my face.
“Yes! Ever since the Princesses made the announcement regarding that whole Watcher event, you and your friends have become kind of local heroes here at the Equestrian Martial Arts Association! We have all the news reports and interviews in our main conference room!”
“I’m… honored?” I said, very caught off guard by this sudden reveal.
I knew I should have turned down that interview with that magazine…
At least Lance didn’t write a book this time.
… I should probably make sure he’s not currently writing a book.
The stallion quickly began to wave for me to follow him, clearly excited.
He led me to a rather large room with a crescent shaped table on one side with all kinds of ponies sitting around it.
Upon stepping into the room, they all stood and stared at me, excited looks on their faces.
“One of the hero’s of Equestria!” a mare exclaimed, looking like a filly meeting her hero despite being decently old herself.
“Did Greg come with you?” one asked expectantly.
As they laid their questions and praise on me, I just kind of awkwardly smiled at them as I stepped into the middle of the room, standing before the long table.
Once they finally stopped pelting me with questions, I cleared my throat.
“I’m sorry, I’m not really up to… talking about any of that,” I said, rubbing the back of my head. “I kind of just want to get my Dojo back up and running.”
“Of course! That is why you traveled all the way here!” the one at the center of the table said as he sat down, followed by a few others. “Did you bring the paper work?”
“Yep!” I exclaimed as I walked forward and opened my pocket dimension. I then began to pull out stacks up on stacks of paper, placing it down on their table. Once I finished, I returned to my previous position.
“Excellent!” the head pony laughed as he nodded to the stacks of paper, causing a few other ponies to move forward and start picking it up.
As they worked, he smiled at me. “Now, if you don’t mind, could you explain your Dojo to us? And show us a little bit of what you teach?”
I let out a sigh, as this was the hard part. “Sure…”
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I stood up shakily, sweat dripping down my face as I stared at the table of ponies as they leaned towards each other, speaking quietly about the display of skill I’d just demonstrated.
They’d seemed impressed, also confused as I explained everything and showed off a few techniques I’d come up with.
The way they kept looking at me didn’t help how I was feeling either.
Finally, the head pony looked at me, clearing his throat, “Mrs. Scamp, exactly what style of Martial Arts are you using? Because we do not recognize it as any of the current styles in Equestria.”
“It’s Viper Claw,” I state firmly. “It’s my own style. I created it myself by combining everything I’ve learned into one fighting style.”
“Creating a new Martial Art usually ends in disaster,” one of them said. “Does yours have enough substance to hold up to other, more thought out, styles?”
I took a deep breath, trying not to go off on them. “I stand behind my style with my entire being. It’s been developed over the years through both war and many fights. Without it, I would have died during my first fight on the Eternal Plains.”
“But can it be taught to others?”
“Yes!” I snap loudly, but reel myself in quickly. “Viper Claw is a style you need to see in action. Nothing I do here will be enough to satisfy you or your questions.”
They all seemed to consider this as they went back to talking amongst themselves.
“Okay, Mrs. Scamp, we have a proposal,” the head pony began. “You’ve missed this year's event unfortunately, but that just gives you time to prepare. Every year, we host a nationwide event called ‘Equine Championship Tournament’. It allows all the Dojo’s of this great land to come together and demonstrate their knowledge of the Martial Arts.” He smiles proudly as he continues, “so here’s the proposal; we will allow your Dojo to stay open, as long as you enter the tournament at the end of this next year. We aren’t asking you to win, just impress us. After that, we’ll give your Dojo our seal of approval and recognize Viper Claw as its own unique style.”
An annoyed scowl played across my face, “If I disagree?”
He raised an eyebrow, looking a bit confused, “then we’ll have to close this topic and revisit it after a year. Meaning you’ll have to wait till then before trying to get your Dojo open again.”
“Alright,” I say, rubbing my face. “I’ll agree to these terms.”
“Excellent!” he said as he stood up and walked around the long table, coming up to me and hold out a hoof. “We look forward to seeing what Viper Claw can do!”
“Thank you,” I replied, shaking his hoof roughly. “So I can open it up as soon as I get back?”
“Yes, ma’am!” he exclaimed, a wide smile on his face.
I gave a nod and spun on my hooves, heading for the door, not up to engaging in anymore conversations.
As I exited the building, my phone dinged as I got a text. Pulling it out, I frowned.
From an unknown number; ‘Good work on getting reinstated, be seeing you at the tournament!’.
That can only be from one pony. Prick.
Putting the phone away, I looked around for a taxi, ready to just get home at this point.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 54
January 5th 12 A.B.
“Whew, fuck this,” I gasped as I struggled to do a sit up, the baby definitely not liking that course of action. Pushing myself, I did a few more, but only was able to get up halfway before hitting a barrier.
Flopping back on my back, I let out an exhausted gasp as I looked up at the ceiling of the Dojo.
The ding of the door opening got my attention as I rolled over to see who had entered, as the kids' class did not start for another hour.
To my relief, it was just Kelmoon, Drax’s and Dali’s young daughter.
“Well hey Kelmoon, finally coming around to see the Dojo?” I asked as I heaved myself to my hooves.
“Um… yes,” she said in a small voice, not making eye contact with me.
“If you’re going to be a Viper Claw, you’ll need to speak up and make eye contact,” I say, causing her to squeak a bit.
“Oh, I’m sorry… I’ll leave then,” she said softly as she turned for the door.
“Kelmoon,” I say in a kinder voice, getting her to look my way. “Stay. If you want to join, then I’ll help you become Viper Claw material. Not everyone starts from the same starting point.”
“Thank you,” she mumbled, still not looking me in the eye.
“Now tell me, what caused you to decide to come here today?” I asked as I stepped over to an energy drink I had put aside, chugging from it greedily.
“Bullies,” she mumbled so softly I barely heard her.
“What?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
“I’m getting bullied in school by some other fillies…” she said a bit louder, looking straight at the ground.
“Hm,” I say as I put the drink down and walk over to her, standing above her. “Why are you getting bullied? Because of your size? Timid attitude?”
“Because I look funny,” she mumbled, causing me to frown. She lifted her mane to reveal a small birthmark that covered her entire right cheek, going up to her ear. It was just a little blotch of discolored fur, nothing to gawk at.
“They’re bullying you, because of this?” I asked, getting a little head nod from her. “That’s fucking dumb. I mean, look at me,” I say, pointing to my burns. “Don’t see anyone bullying me. It’s all about how you carry yourself.”
She didn’t look up, just put her mane back over her right side to hide the birthmark.
“Look, stick with Viper Claw and I’ll build up your self confidence to the point they won’t be able to bully you,” I assured her as I stepped over to a large cabinet and pulled out a uniform for her. “Now, consider yourself part of the crew. Let your parents worry about payment.”
She kind of smiles as she takes it and hugs it to her body. “Thank you, Mrs. Scamp.”
“Sensei Scamp,” I corrected her, giving her an award winning smile. “Class starts in an hour if you want to hang around and wait for it. I’m going to go back to my preworkout.”
With a little nod, she began to try and pull on the uniform, the sleeves a bit long for her. She looked up at me, “Um… they’re long. Can I cut them like yours?”
“No,” I reply as I help her roll them up till they fit her better. “Do not cut up your Gi. The sleeveless look must be earned. Till then, just roll them up. You’ll grow into it.”
A little smile appeared on her face as she looked up at me with half her face hidden in her mane.
Giving her a nod, I turned and headed back to my spot in the middle of the mat, flopping back and trying to resume my sit ups. But after only a few attempts, I quickly gave up on that idea.
Rolling over, I began to do push ups, but as usual, they were hindered by my belly. Making it so I couldn’t fully lower myself to the ground.
This pregnancy has made keeping in shape nearly impossible!
As I rotated through workout exercises, Kelmoon just sat there, trying to mimic what I was doing, with varying success.
After I finished the last of my routine, I stood up, groaning as I stretched my back. Looking at Kelmoon, I nod to the little white star on the mat. “Go ahead and stand there while I go to the back, the other kids will be showing up here soon.”
She gave an enthusiastic nod and rushed to the spot, standing at attention.
“Relax, otherwise you’ll pass out,” I chuckle as I disappear into my office.
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“Alright class!” I yell as I step out of the office, all the students lined up as usual. “Two announcements; first up, we have a new student!” With a wave of my paw, I pointed to the little filly. “Kelmoon! She’s joining us, so welcome her to the family!”
All the kids leaned towards her, giving her words of encouragement, giving her a warm welcome. This brought a smile to my face.
“Second! As you all know, I’m very close to my due date, so I will be having Spark here run the class based on my notes starting in two days. You all will not be learning anything new, just reviewing the basics and your current techniques. When I return, we’ll resume normal classes. Understood?!”
“HAI!” they all shout back.
“Excellent!” I say as I walk along the line, looking them all over. “Today will be a fun day! I’m going to introduce you all to running and jumping from your hindlegs! This will be the main thing I want you to work on while I’m away. It is a core element of Viper Claw!”
I returned to the front, standing on my hindlegs. “Up!”
Everyone stood up, now appearing a bit more adept at it, except for Kelmoon, who fell back. But she’d get there.
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Pulling the Dojo’s doors closed, locking them as I went, I gave them a shake to make sure they were locked. Satisfied, I put the keys away and began walking down the street, heading for the Mellowed Pie. I was starving!
Walking down the dark streets, I was pleased to see I was one of the only ones out. I did not have it in me to get sucked into a conversation before eating.
As I walked, I could hear the sounds of kids yelling up around the corner. This brought a frown to my face, as if it was some of my students, they’d want to speak with me. Damn it.
But upon coming around the corner, I saw a group of kids dressed in Wolverine Kamea Gi’s pushing around two of my students.
Duke Venture and Flashy Flash. They were way younger than the group messing with them, by at least five or more years.
“Come on, pussy! Show us what that crazy mare has been teaching you!” One laughed as he shoved Duke Venture hard.
Before I could move, Spark suddenly landed between them, blocking the other kids from reaching the two younger ponies.
“Why are you picking on them?! They’re barely half your age!” Spark yelled. I could feel his fury from way over here. I decided to hold back, see if he could end this on his own without fighting.
“Oh Sparky! I was hoping we’d eventually run into you!” the colt laughed as he bumped chest with Spark.
Spark growled, but did not retaliate, “there is literally no need for this, Blitz!”
Blitz chuckled as he leaned back and bumped his hoof against one of his friends, “he’s scared of us, Butch.”
“He’s always been scared of us,” the one named Butch laughed.
“Let’s just go our separate ways,” Spark said, shaking from apparent anger instead of fear.
“You’re shaking!” Blitz mocked as he suddenly slammed a hoof into Spark’s face. But Spark didn’t go down, nor did he retaliate, just held his ground and stared them down. “Ooo! So scary!”
Blitz grabbed him by the collar of his Gi and started to pull him towards him, but Spark was yanked back hard as I came out of nowhere and slammed a shoulder into the little asshole, sending him tumbling to the ground.
“Hey you little shits!” I yelled, putting myself between the two groups. “What the fuck is your problem?! You learn a few moves at your fancy Dojo and you go out looking for fights?!”
“They started it!” one of the other colts yelled, drawing my glare.
“I highly doubt that! But I’m finishing it!” I yelled, slamming my mechanical paw down, cracking the cobblestone ground.
“What do you think you’re doing to our students?!” I heard a gruff voice yell from behind the colts.
Looking up, I saw two adult ponies quickly moving towards us. They wore the same Gi’s as the kids, and looked to be two of the teachers. I hadn’t met these two yet.
“Your students are out here picking fights,” I say, eyeing the group in front of me.
“From what I saw, you slammed one of our students to the ground,” the mare said in a dangerous voice.
“Obviously you’re missing out on some key story elements,” I retorted, the kids taking a step back as the two adults squared up before me. One on either side of me.
“You think we’re just going to let you bully our pupils?!” the stallion growled.
I looked between them, seeing what was about to happen. “Look, you two, let’s drop this here before it gets out of hoof. I’m dangerously pregnant, and you two don’t need to get hurt. So, sound like a plan?”
The two looked at each other, wide smirks forming on their faces.
Before I could react, a hoof slammed into my face, causing me to stumble back as I took a second hit from the left.
Dashing back, I dodged the next two attacks they threw my way.
These psychos!
As they moved towards me to continue their attacks, I blocked the first attack from the left, and dodged hard left to dodge the next. I grabbed the mare by the face with my paw and slammed her straight down into the ground, then launched myself forward off of her and slammed my back legs into the face of the stallion.
He flew back a few feet, quickly righting himself and dashed back towards me. I bucked my back leg back, catching the mare as she started to rise. I then moved my head out of the way as the stallion tried to make a grab for me. With a sharp jab of my paw, I slammed him in the side, breaking a few ribs for sure.
With a loud gasp, he slammed into the ground as the mare began to move my way again.
Spark suddenly jumped between us, standing on his hindlegs as he performed a jump kick and hit her face. But it had no effect as she roared in anger and made a move for him.
But he was yanked away again as I pulled him out of her range and slammed my head into hers. We both growled viciously at each other as we pushed our heads together, our eyes locked.
She grabbed my face, but I broke her grip by throwing my two legs between hers and pushed them away as I slammed my head into her again.
I then found myself getting tackled as I skidded across the ground a few times, having trouble righting myself as the stallion, wheezing painfully, fell on me, slamming a hoof into my face over and over again.
With a loud bang, his head snapped sideways as Spark slammed into him suddenly, causing him to loosen his grip on me. Taking advantage of the moment, I pulled my back legs up under him and bucked him as hard as I could in the chest, sending him straight into the air.
Twisting hard, I jumped to my hooves, hissing as I felt a strange crunching feeling shoot through my midsection, causing me to grip my belly. That can’t be good.
The crazed mare was sprinting towards me, but Spark was standing between us, seeming to want to stop her from reaching me.
With a groan, I knocked him aside just as the mare plowed right into me. I stayed up though as she pushed me backwards across the ground.
She shifted her body and got a grip on my shoulder and neck. With a roar, she slid under me and threw me over her shoulder, slamming me onto my back hard.
A pained gasp escaped my lips as she fell onto me, getting my leg into a lock as she pulled hard, trying to break my leg.
But to her dismay, I began to pull my hoof away from her, and with a roar of my own, I rolled and lifted her high above me as I slammed her into the ground, causing her to lose her grip on me and bounce off the cobblestone road.
As she tried to get up again, I grabbed her back leg with my paw and began to slam her around, not stopping till she went limp.
The stallion at this point was running back to me, but he was caught off guard as I slammed the now unconscious mare into him, sending both of them through a window on the other side of the street.
I watched for a moment, making sure they were down before turning my attention to the little shits that started this.
“Go!” I screamed, blood spraying out of my mouth.
They quickly took off, running away down the street, just leaving me and my three students.
“Sensei Scamp?” Spark asked as he looked at me with worry.
I winced in pain as I grabbed my stomach, a very uncomfortable tightening feeling caused me to almost double over.
Taking a step, I realized I was soaking wet. Looking down, I was relieved to see it wasn’t blood…. Oh shit!
I reached for my phone, but found it was shattered. “Great.”
“Thank you, Sensei,” Duke Venture said as he and Flashy Flash looked at me with awe.
“No problem, kids,” I grunted, the feeling getting worse with each new cramping feeling. “Now I need a little help. Run to the Mellowed Pie and tell Mallogory where I am and that it’s apparently time. She’ll know what you mean.”
“Yes, Sensei!” the two young ponies yelled as they took off in the direction of the dinner, leaving me and Spark alone.
“Did they hurt you?!” he asked in a panic.
I forced a chuckle as sweat began to pour from my face. “Them? Nah, this is-” I gasped out in pain as I stumbled a bit, going to my knees. “... The baby’s coming.”
“THE BABY’S COMING?!” Spark screamed, starting to jump around in an absolute panic.
“Yes! Now calm yourself!” I yelled, struggling to stay up as I waited for the next contraption. “When Mallogory gets here, I’m going to need you to help us. She’ll do the lifting, you do the talking, can you do that?!”
“I HOPE!” He yelled back.
“You got this, kid,” I say, giving him a thumbs up as I let out a loud gasp of pain. “YEP! Should have listened to the doctors! Physical activity while pregnant was a terrible idea!”
“Are you kidding me?!” Mallogory yelled as she sprinted towards me and slid on her knees up next to me. “Fighting?! AGAIN?!”
“Yeah yeah, hospital please,” I groaned, reaching a hoof towards her.
“You… tsk!” she hissed as she picked me up gently and began to look around in a panic.
“This way!” Spark yelled, waving for her to follow.
As she sprinted down the road, and I let out pained yells, I came to a decision; no more kids! I’m a one and done kinda mare! Screw doing all this again!
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When the world ends, a young man gets a chance to relive his life in the world of Equestria.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 55
Spark paced through all the adults, chewing his lip as he listened to all of them talk in low voices to each other.
“These Wolverine Kamae guys are nothing but thugs!” Calypso whispered to a few others. “This is the second time they’ve attacked her!”
“From the story I got from the kids, they were being bullied by some of the students of that place. Scamp stepped in to stop it and those two thugs attacked her in return!” Rarity scoffed, clearly upset as she shook with anger.
“Thank Celestia she got both of them, I’d hate to think of the outcome otherwise…” Adry remarked as she held her newborn foal, having just given birth two weeks ago.
The doors opened as two New Ponyville Sheriff Deputies stepped into the lobby and walked towards the group.
“Excuse us, but where is the kid who witnessed the attack earlier?” one asked.
Spark quickly made his way over to them, “that’s me!”
“Mind telling us what happened tonight? We got two heavily injured ponies on the way to surgery, and we have another here apparently giving birth. Start from the beginning,” he said, pulling out a notepad.
Spark gave a nod as he collected himself. “I saw two of my friends being bulled by some kids from Wolverine Kamae, and I tried to step in to stop them. But instead they started hitting me, but Sensei Scamp jumped between us and stopped the fight.”
“I have reports saying she hit a child?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Uh.. yes, she knocked him down with her shoulder. But only because he was about to hit me again!” Spark said, staring at them in slight disbelief.
“Alright, then what?” the Deputy asked.
“Well, two teachers from Wolverine Kamae came at us and were mad about her knocking Blitz down. She tried to calm them down, but they attacked her first! So she defended herself!”
“My report says she swung first,” the Deputy remarked, getting a nod from the other one.
“Yeah, eight ponies agree she swung first,” the other said.
“Are those eight ponies from Wolverine Kamae?” Calypso asked as she stepped up to us.
“I can’t reveal that,” the deputy said, looking back at Spark. “Please, continue young colt.”
“They ganged up on her!” Spark exclaimed, fuming as he stood there. “She was pregnant and they attacked her! They threw her around and slammed into her! If she wasn’t so bad ass, then they’d have really hurt her!”
“How’d the store glass get broken?” he asked sternly.
“She threw them through it,” Spark stated, looking between them. “Are you going to arrest them?”
They looked at each other, then back to everyone staring at them. “As of right now, no one is being arrested. But you’ll be happy to know the two injured ponies and their employer have declined to press charges. So the only thing Mrs. Scamp is on the line for the broken window, which the shop owner is pressing charges for.”
“That’s unfair!” Spark yelled, but was pulled back by Lance.
Twilight stepped forward, “I’ll speak with the shop owner. They may drop the charges if I offer to pay for it.”
“This is basically over unless Scamp presses charges,” the Deputy said as they began to leave. “Have a good day, folks.”
“She will be pressing charges,” Calypso muttered angrily. “I’ll make sure of that.”
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Some time later that night
The double doors leading into the delivery rooms blew open and Mallogory stepped out with a wide grin on her face.
Everyone in the room instantly jumped up and rushed towards her, flooding her with questions about Scamp and the baby.
Mallogory just let them pelt her with questions as her smile just grew larger and larger.
“SILENCE!” Spark suddenly yelled out, causing everyone to go silent and look at him. “Let her speak.”
Everyone looked back to Mallogory as she rubbed her hands together.
“It’s a girl!” she exclaimed, causing everyone to let out excited cheers.
“A baby girl!” Adry laughed, holding her own daughter close. “They’re going to be little princesses together!”
“Ah hell yeah, Dude’s gonna have a bad ass little playmate now!” Greg said as he held his two kids in his lap, both asleep due to how late it was.
“How’s Scamp?” Spark asked in a worried tone.
“She’s doing good. A bit pissy and grouchy, but otherwise, she’s alright,” Mallogory said, getting sighs of relief from everyone. “The baby was delivered without any complications, which as we all know is a miracle with how she’s been conducting herself recently.”
A few of the adults chuckled at this, nodding in agreement.
“I need someone to take over for a moment, I have to go deal with something… urgent,” Mallogory said, a dark look flashing across her face for a moment. Everyone volunteered, but she pointed to Spark. “I’m sure she’d appreciate your company right now, if you don’t mind.”
Spark blinked, then smiled, “Uh, yeah, I’ll stay with her till you get back.”
“Thanks, Spark,” Mallogory said as she walked through everyone, heading for the doors.
As she left, Spark quickly walked through the double doors and walked down the hallway. He knew what room she was in since they were all told earlier in the night by a nurse.
Upon stepping into the room, he was greeted with the sight of Scamp laid up in bed, looking absolutely wrecked, with her mane a mess and her fur slightly pale.
“Hey, kiddo,” she chuckled weakly as he stepped into the room. “Thanks for everything tonight, ya been a real help.”
“Of course, Sensei Scamp,” he said as he stepped up next to the bed, looking around for the baby.
“Sorry if I act weird, really high on pain meds and hormones right now,” she mumbled, chuckling to herself.
“Where’s the baby?” he asked, excited to see it.
She lazily waved a hoof at the door. “They’re doing their doctor thing with her right now. She’ll be back soon.”
“What’s her name?”
Scamp giggled then looked a bit sad, “we’ve named her Shayla after a dear friend of mine who died to save me.”
“Oh,” Spark replied, a bit taken back by this.
“Yeah, Spark, we lost a lot of friends to the Watcher… And I lost a lot of friends to save your dad…” Scamp said, her eyes glossing over as she lost herself in thought. “I did things I’m not proud of…”
“Sensei Scamp!” Spark yelled, snapping her out of her stupor.
“Oh! I’m sorry! I lost myself there for a moment!” she said, eye wide as she came to her senses. “Wow, I’m so sorry, Spark. You don’t need to hear about any of that.”
“I wish you’d all tell me more,” he muttered. “I’m not a baby anymore.”
“I know you’re not a baby,” Scamp says, getting him to look at her. “I kind of rely on you at the Dojo, Spark. You are a lot like your father, just not as… useless.”
She laughs a bit at this, shaking her head.
“Sorry, not bad mouthing your father, he’s a good man. Just… well you know how he is!”
“Yeah, I know,” Spark chuckled, knowing exactly what she was getting at.
The door to the room opened and a nurse wheeled in a bassinet.
“Look who's back!” she announced as she pushed the bassinet up next to Scamp on the bed.
“Oh my little baby girl!” Scamp exclaimed as the nurse picked up the blanket wrapped bundle and placed it in Scamp’s legs, where she gently began to rock the bundle.
The nurse looked at Spark, raising an eyebrow, but said nothing as she left the room.
“Alright Spark, meet Shayla,” Scamp said as she pulled back the blanket, revealing a cute little face with a bone plated face similar to Mallogory’s, just not the same shape. Two little combs hung down either side of her face plate while a messy dark brown mane sat atop her head. Solid green eyes stared back at him as the newborn laid there calmly, not crying or fussing.
As she pulled the blanket back more, it revealed she had claws similar to Mallogory’s on both her front and back legs, and instead of a mane, a little solid tail with a tuft of hair slithered out of the bottom of the blanket. Her coat was a very light yellow, very pale looking.
He could just make out a bit of scales that seemed to run down the foal's front, starting at the base of her neck and going to the edge of her tail, making it look like she had scaled armor running down her front. And to top it all off, she had wings.
“Whoa…” Spark said, amazed at the strange foal before him. “She looks… so cool!”
“I know right?” Scamp asked, beaming with the proudest smile she’d ever had. “She’s going to grow up and be just like her moms… just hopefully not as crazy.”
Spark reached out to touch her, and her little eyes followed his hoof.
“Actually, probably shouldn’t do that,” Scamp warned as she raised her mechanical leg and put a metal finger near her face. “She’s a little-”
The baby leaned forward and clamped down on her finger with what looked to be razor sharp teeth.
“-Bitey right now,” Scamp said, smiling at her foal as it chewed aggressively on her finger, but was unable to do any damage to it. Probably due to it being Ego infused.
“Noted,” Spark said as she leaned back, smiling at the two.
“Mallo said she’ll grow out of the biting phase eventually, just that we need to keep her away from valuables or anything we want to keep in tact,” Scamp said as she rocked the foal in her arms, causing it to slowly stop chewing on her and go back to looking innocent. “Aww, those innocent eyes are like a little trap, just begging for someone to put an appendage near her little maw.”
Spark chuckled at Scamp, not used to seeing her so loving and caring. He was a bit more used to the rough and tumble Scamp.
She let out a relaxed sigh as she laid back a bit, still holding the foal closely.
“They’re so fucked,” she muttered suddenly, her eyes closed.
“What?” Spark asked, leaning towards her.
“I’m not pregnant anymore,” she said, a devilish look falling across her face, her eyes still closed. “I don’t have to hold back anymore. Next time they play this stupid game with me, I’m going to wreck their shit.”
“Actually, a Sheriff Deputy said you can press charges against them for the attack,” Spark said, a bit excited.
“Nah,” Scamp said, catching him off guard. “I’ll handle this. They made it personal for no reason, so I’m going to return the favor.”
“I think everyone else wants you to press charges,” Spark said slowly, causing her to chuckle.
“Yeah, I knew they would. Let me worry about them, kiddo. In the meantime, the Dojo is under your watch. Make sure the kids keep up their practice, and if those Wolverine Kamae assholes give you any trouble, tell me immediately. I’m trusting you here, Spark.”
“I’ll do my best, Sensei,” Spark assured her.
“I know you will, now call the nurse please,” Scamp said suddenly. “My epidural has not worn off yet and I can’t move my back legs. And I’m sorry to be so crude, but I think the catheter is faulty.” At Spark’s confused expression, she chuckles. “I’m pissing myself, get a nurse, kid.”
“OH!” Spark yelped as he ran for the door, leaving a laughing Scamp behind.
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The sounds of a door being kicked open filled the Training Hall, followed by the heavy stomps of a heavy person as they made their way through the room and up the stairs.
The door to the office blew open and in walked a fuming Mallogory as she stepped further into the room, glaring death at the pony behind the desk at the end of the long room.
“Ah, Mallogory Beltosh! I knew I’d be seeing you today!” Vicar exclaimed as the angry woman stomped up to his desk and slammed her claws down on his desk.
“You psycho fucker! Twice! You’ve attacked my wife TWICE! WHILE PREGNANT!” she roared, the desk cracking under her weight as she pushed down on it.
“Actually, tonight was just a misunderstanding,” he said with a grin, his sunglasses reflecting her angry face back at herself.
“Bullshit!” she growled as she slammed her fist down on the desk, splitting it in half. “You done fucked with the wrong people, asshole!”
He smiled as he looked at the two halves of his desk, then back to her, “you’re paying for the desk, just so you know.”
She roared and stomped forward as she grabbed him back the collar and raised him up to her level, “get this through your thick head! This is over! If you come near my family again, I will kill you. Scamp may be up to playing this stupid game with you, but not ME!”
Vicar just simply reached up and patted her shoulder, “Mrs. Beltosh, there’s no need for the threats and dramatic show of force. I know you are willing to kill me, the only thing I have to say to that is; can you?”
She narrowed her eyes as she grabbed him by the throat, her claws drawing blood as she squeezed. “I don’t know, can I?!”
“No,” he choked out as his hooves shot up and somehow broke her hold on him as he dropped and swept her legs out from under her. Then he bucked her through the window next to them, sending her flying through it. This all happened in under a second.
She crashed through the window, a shocked look on her face as she righted herself and landed on her feet, staring up at him with a bit of surprise.
“Has your Thorn not fully healed yet?” he asked as he stepped to the shattered window, staring down at her.
“How do you know about that?!” she snarled up at him, as that was one of the few things that has not been revealed to anyone outside of their friends. And none of them would talk about that with any one.
Vicar just laughs at her as he flashes her a knowing smile, “I have my ways. Now, unless you think you can beat me on your own, I think you should leave.”
“You caught me off guard?!” she growled as she prepared to jump back up there. “That won’t happen twice!”
He just laughs in response, “goodbye, Mrs. Beltosh.”
She glared as she watched him step out of sight. Glancing around, she saw no one else was in the area, so she could do what needed to be done.
With a growl, she jumped up there, but he was gone. In his place was one of his lackeys, who just stared at her with hate filled eyes.
“Where is he?!” she screamed at the pony, who just rolled their eyes.
“I think you should go, we’ve called the police for an attempted robbery,” the pony said through gritted teeth. “And unless you want to be the one to blame, you should go, now.”
She screams in anger and points a claw at the pony’s face, “You tell your asshole boss he’s mine if he pulls any more stunts!”
With an angry spin, she walked away, looking back at the pony, noticing something weird about them as they glared at her. But the sounds of a police siren got her moving.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 56
January 9th 12 A.B.
I walked through the house on my hindlegs, holding a calm and for now not fussy Shayla as I held a bottle in her mouth. We had to have some special ones made that were indestructible, because she kept eating through the nipples on the bottles.
As I stepped into our room and collapsed onto a chair, I groaned, as I was dreading when she started crawling around. This house would not survive her.
I chuckled at the thought of her going on a little ramage through the house, eating all the metal, then I frowned as I realized that could be a reality we have to face one day.
“Okay! I got as many diapers as they’d allow me to buy!” Mallogory yelled as I heard her burst through the front door. “Scamp?!”
“Bedroom,” I called out to her, rolling my eyes.
She eventually made her way to us, stopping in the doorway to look at us.
“Having fun you two?” she asked with a wide grin.
“Eeyup,” I said in a tired voice. “She is at least,” I said as she let out a happy sound as she gurgled around the bottle nipple.
“Well, she is a baby, so she’s having the time of her life right now,” she said as she walked in and offered to take the baby.
I held Shayla up to her and allowed her to take her for now.
“Take a nap, you need it,” she said as I laid in the chair.
Shaking my head, I closed my eyes for a moment, “I don’t need a nap.”
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I let out a shocked gasp as I sat up, glancing around and realizing it was now close to night time. It was morning when I sat down!
Getting up quickly, I moved through the house, not finding Mallogory or Shayla. But before I could panic, I pulled out my phone, seeing a text from her saying she and Shayla were at Adry’s to give me a break for the night.
“Aww,” I said, a smile on my face. Then I saw the time. Class will be starting here soon.
A smile graced my face as I looked at my closet to see my Gi hanging up, waiting for me.
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Stepping up to the doors to my Dojo, I saw the kids were already lined up, with Spark in front of them.
I held back for a moment, wanting to see how it goes.
Inside, Spark was standing on his hindlegs, leading class in jumping exercises, just as I had instructed.
Watching from the outside, I felt a sense of pride watching all of them working so hard.
Deciding that was enough watching, I stepped up to the door and kicked it open, stepping in with authority.
“Sensei Scamp!” they all yelled as they rushed to me as I stepped through the door.
“Hey guys!” I say, giving them all a wide grin as I walk through them. “Keeping up practice in my absence?”
“Hai!” they all yell, much to my delight.
“Have you recovered from giving birth?” Mango Loco asked.
“Of course!” I announced as I took my spot at the front of class. “LINES!”
They all quickly took up their positions, smiling faces staring back at me.
“Alright! As you can see, I am no longer pregnant. And going forward, my daughter will be with me at classes, so a few rules! No touching her right now, as she is a biter and will remove whatever you put near her! Two; if she is sleeping, no yelling! Three; if she gets in your way, move to another part of the room. She will one day be a member of Viper Claw, so treat her as family!”
“Hai!” they all shouted back.
“Good, now that I’m back, let’s get serious!” I say, flexing my wings, “as I’m sure you all know, Wolverine Kamae has been a lot more active recently. I’ve heard they’ve been bullying a few of you at school?”
A few of them nodded back to me.
“Well, I think it’s time we start learning to defend ourselves a little bit!” I yelled, getting excited looks from the kids. “BUT! If I find out one of you started a fight, then you’re out of Viper Claw! This is for self defense only! Not being little aggressive assholes! But if you do fight, I want you to be safe and come out on top!”
“Hai!”
“Alright, everyone up! Let’s start adding in some sparring!”
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“You know, I knew you’d be here,” Mallogory chuckled as she walked into the office as I sat at my desk eating my dinner. Shayla sat in her arms, looking around in awe.
“Shayla!” I exclaimed, jumping up from my chair and flying over to them, taking my baby girl in my legs and hovering in place as I cooed at her.
Mallogory smiled as she walked over to the couch and sat down. “We had a fun day at Adry’s. Shayla and Roxxy seem to be getting along. At least, Shayla isn’t aggressive towards her, so that’s a plus!”
“That’s mommy’s good girl,” I said as I rocked her back and forth. I then looked to Mallogory, “heading back to work tomorrow?”
“Yep, Greg said I could take all the time I wanted, but with you wanting to do most of the work, I kinda have nothing to do.”
I nuzzle Shayla’s little face, “not my fault I love her so much!”
She just smiles as she watches me, then frowns, “I want you to keep all this rivalry shit away from our daughter.”
“Obviously,” I replied, playing with my daughter by wiggling my metal finger over her face as she reached out for it.
“Scamp,” Mallogory said sternly, causing me to look at her.
“I’m serious. Keep Vicar and his Dojo away from our daughter,” she said with such force, my ears actually flattened themselves against my head.
“Er… sure, I promise, Mallo… is everything okay?”
“I went to Wolverine Kamae the night Shayla was born,” she admitted, causing my eye to go wide. “And that asshole Vicar knew my last name, and that I had a Thorn! Scamp, I’ve never told anyone but you my last name! And that was back when we were on the Eternal Plains!”
“That’s… worrying,” I remarked, not quite sure what it meant for us, but it made him more of a threat than I was giving him credit for. “I’ll keep our daughter out of this mess, don’t worry, Mallo.”
She eyed me hard, but then relaxed as I heard someone walk in behind me.
“Oh, sorry, I thought you were along, Sensei,” Spark said as she started to back up and leave.
“No no, come in, Spark,” I say as I land on my hindlegs, still holding my daughter. “What do you need?”
“Well,” he starts, kicking at the ground, “things are getting pretty bad at school for some of the other kids here. The bullying is picking up, and we’re so far behind them in training, that we can’t really do anything against them.”
“Is that so?” I say as Shayla bites my metal finger with a loud clang. “You know my view on training.”
“Yes, no shortcuts, we’ll get there eventually,” he said as he hung his head.
“Yep, no shortcuts. But we can’t let this bullying continue,” I say as I pace in front of him, my daughter going to town on my finger.
“How?” he asked, raising his head to face me.
“The other kids will take some time to train, but you, Spark, you’re learning very quickly,” I say as I hoof my daughter to Mallogory and open my pocket dimension and pull out my copy of Lance’s book. “Know what this is?”
“Uh… my dad's book? He won’t let me read it though,” he says, eyeing the book with a bit of excitement.
“Hmmm,” I open the book and flip to the desired page. “Let me read you a part that’s always interested me.” I leaned back on my desk, clearing my throat as I began to read directly from the book, “Lance, you are very special in the way your body is made up. Now, Spark's mother is Twilight Sparkle, the most powerful mortal unicorn alive. I can not really explain this, but somehow, Spark has taken some, if not all, of yours and Twilight's traits. He is very unique, a one of a kind. He will grow up to be something special, I can promise you that Lance.”
He looked at me in confusion.
“That was a conversation between Mr. Bleak and your father,” I say as he still looked confused. “Now, I’m still not sure what he meant, but I can say this; you learn shit super fast. I can show you something, and you’ll know how to do it almost instantly.”
“I mean, I guess I’ve always been like that,” he chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head.
“Hmm,” I tap my chin, then smile, “alright, Spark, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to be giving you private lessons after class. I’m going to start teaching you the advanced techniques I have to offer, and we’ll see if we can get you in fighting order. Are you up for it?”
A wide smile crossed his face as he gave me a sharp nod, “Hai, Sensei Scamp!”
“Sweet! That starts today, and I’m not going easy on you!” I yell as he jumps with excitement.
“Scamp, now would be a great time to tell him,” Mallogory suddenly said from the couch as she rocked Shayla.
“Tell me what?” he asked, now looking confused again, but also worried.
I just laugh as I point a hoof at him, “Spark! We have decided we want you to be Shayla’s Godfather! Do you accept!”
He blinked then looked at her, then back to me, giving a sharp nod, “yes, Sensei!”
“No! Answer me, not Sensei Scamp!”
“I accept the role of Godfather, Scamp!” he yelled, followed by all three of us breaking down into a laughing fit.
Then I slam my hoof into my paw, “Alright! Get out on that mat! We’re moving on to some tough shit!”
“Hai!”
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“He’s a good kid,” Mallogory commented as we watched Spark fly away into the sky, leaving us standing in front of the Dojo.
“Believe me, I know,” I chuckled as we began walking to our house. “So back to work starting tomorrow?”
“Yep! But I’m a phone call away if you need me, you know Greg will let me leave if you need something,” she assured me.
“I’m not helpless,” I say as I slug her arm.
“I know,” she replies as she reaches over and wiggles her metal claw over Shayla’s face.
Over my shoulder, I thought I heard something, but looking revealed nothing but a dark street.
I swear, if that asshole has someone following us…
With a sigh, I return my eyes to the front, keeping my attention on the area around us. Just in case.
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April 12th 12 A.B.
“Oh, Shayla no!” I yelped as she clawed at the front door, trying to get it open. “Foal’s are not allowed outside unsupervised!”
She let out a little cry of annoyance as she reached for the door with her little claws.
“No. We’ll go for a walk here soon, but mommy needs to make din din for us,” I said as she flailed a bit and clawed my face a bit. “OUCH! You little…” I sigh and let out a chuckle.
Glancing in the mirror I saw she only gave me a superficial scratch, so no harm done.
“You, little missy, need to control your little deadly claws,” I say, nuzzling her face as she grunted in annoyance.
I placed her down into her bouncer and buckled her in, “Alright, stay here while I get your bottle ready.”
She seemed to glare up at me as I stepped back and into the kitchen.
Working quickly, I mixed the formula into the bottle, adding in the required amount of iron supplement. Shaking the bottle, I moved back to the living room where I left Shayla.
“Alright, sweetie, here’s your… fuck,” I stopped as I saw the bouncer had been knocked over, the restraints chewed through. Then my eyes moved to the window and I saw it had been pushed open a bit. “... SHE’S LOOSE!”
I sprinted out the door, looking around frantically.
“Hey, Scamp,” Jero said as he and Fluttershy walked by my house with their two kids on their backs.
“Fluttershy! Shayla’s loose again! HIDE THE ANIMALS!” I screamed as I took off down the street, yelling for my daughter.
“Oh no! NOT AGAIN!” Fluttershy yelled as she took off running for the forest.
“Come out, sweetie!” I yelled as I shook her bottle, “I have din din!”
As I ran down the street, I heard a can get knocked over behind a fence.
Flapping my wings, I jumped and soared over the fence, landing in the middle of someone's backyard.
“Shayla!” I hissed as I saw her little tail wagging out of a bush. I rushed over and pulled her out of the bush.
She just smiled up at me as she held a dead rat in her mouth.
“Oh thank God, it’s just a rat this time,” I sigh in relief as I turn around and see a cat's collar sitting on the ground, a little blood around it. “Ah shit.”
“Muffin!” a little voice called out as a filly walked out into the backyard. She looked around, only seeing the end of my mane as I jumped over the fence before she saw me.
“You ate Muffin?!” I hissed, holding my daughter out in front of myself. She blinked back at me and burped a bit, a little fur ball hitting me in the face. “You little devil.”
“Muffin! I found your collar! Where are you!” the filly yelled from the other side of the fence.
“You ate Muffin,” I repeated, now more in disbelief. She just smiled innocently back at me.
As quickly as I could, I ran back towards my house, slamming the window from the outside and getting inside, closing the door.
“We need to figure something out,” I muttered as she squirmed around in my grasp, trying to get free.
I put her down on the ground and put the foal backpack on her that had a leash attached to it. I attached it to the banister and put her down. She immediately fell on her side and began chewing on the straps on the backpack.
“Good luck, ya little shit,” I said proudly as I walked to the kitchen, putting the bottle down for now. “Those restraints are a lot tougher than your little teeth, so you’re stuck!”
She growled in annoyance as she kept chewing at the straps.
I went back to the stove where my food was cooking and resumed stirring it.
Once I finished cooking, I made a plate and walked back to the living room, grabbing her bottle as I went.
Shayla was still on the ground, doing her damnedest to chew through the straps that kept her from roaming free.
“Pretty strong, huh?” I asked as I put my food down and picked her up, undoing the straps.
I held the bottle in front of her, and she immediately latched onto it, drinking quickly as she seemed to glare at me.
“You ate a cat, a rat, and are still hungry? You really are my daughter,” I chuckled as she drained the bottle very quickly. As she finished it, she pushed it away and went back to struggling to get away from me again.
“Geez kid, want to watch TV?” I asked as I sat down while holding her and flipped on the TV. Flipping through the channels, nothing hit me as interesting, or Shayla as she kept fighting to be free of my grasp.
Then I flipped to a channel displaying a human show that I hadn’t seen before. Shayla stopped fighting me as she looked at the screen, eyes glued to it.
“Oh! You like this one?” I asked in relief, as this was the first time she’d shown interest in anything outside of hunting tiny creatures.
Looking at the screen, I hit the menu to see the title. “What the fuck is Dragon Ball Z?” I asked aloud, the title kind of familiar, like I’ve heard someone mention it before. I think it was Lance at some point.
These humans using their memories to bring their media to this world, just amazing. And weird with some of the shit, but still amazing.
“Well, whatever works,” I mutter as I begin to eat my food, my daughter’s eyes stuck on the screen as the guy on the screen screamed like a maniac as his hair turned yellow.
“Weird shit,” I muttered, shoving more food into my mouth.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 57
June 3rd 12 A.B.
“Strike!” I yelled, followed by the class all throwing a punch with their right hoof. “Strike!” They all threw a left hoof, yelling as they did so.
I kept yelling commands as I watched them perform them perfectly, all while standing on their hindlegs. We’d made a LOT of progress over the last five months, and that’s just with the normal students. Spark has really come into his own! Not ready for anything serious, but I’m confident he could actually defend himself.
Luckily, the shits at Wolverine Kamae have held back on their bullying, thanks to an agreement I made with Vicar. No fighting till the tournament. Honestly, I’m surprised he’s upheld his end of the deal. I haven’t seen him in person since January.
As I yelled commands, I watched my daughter hop around the edge of the mat, sniffing at random objects and jumping on other things as she enjoyed herself.
A little smile played on my face as I watched her.
“Enough!” I finally yell, causing everyone to go back to standing at attention. “Looking good, everyone! Pair up and spar!” I clapped my hooves, causing all of them to bow and begin moving towards one another as they prepared to spar.
I walked towards my daughter as she chewed on a discarded hoof mitt. “Enjoying yourself?”
She hissed at me as she made a run for it, not wanting to be bothered as she played.
Returning to my students, I watched as they all went back and forth, taking turns blocking and attacking.
Spark was the only one who was performing all kinds of movements, moving like an expert as he dodged and weaved his opponents attacks, followed by him catching them off guard and slamming them to the mat.
“Damn, Spark!” Lightening yelped as Spark helped him back up. “Those private lessons are making you a monster to fight!”
“Oh, thanks, Light,” Spark said sheepishly as he resumed his fighting stance.
The other students weren’t on his level yet, but they were catching up. I think we’ll actually be ready for this tournament at this rate!
“Ah shit! Sensei!” I heard a colt yell from behind me. Turning, I saw Shayla had him cornered as she wagged her tail as she growled at him.
“Shayla, what have I told you, no terrorizing my students because you think its funny!” I yelled as I rushed over and caught her as she jumped for the poor colt.
He sighed in relief and ran back to his sparing partner.
Shayla just looked overjoyed with herself as she giggled happily.
“You’re a little monster,” I said as I held her at eye level, my nose touching hers.
She just clamped down on my snout in response, but did not bite down hard enough to hurt me.
“Very cute,” I remarked as I pulled her off of my snout and put her back down. “Now go play, without hurting others.”
With a shake of her tail she lunged forward, tackling one of her stuffed animals and began to roll around with it, biting and clawing at it like a rabid animal.
“Fuck I love her,” I muttered with a smile on my face as I turn and resume watching over the sparring session.
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“Spark, I got a favor to ask,” I say as I step up to Spark as he packed his bag with his sparing gear.
“Yes, Sensei Scamp!” he said as he jumped up and bowed to me.
“It’s not Dojo related, it’s Godfather relented,” I chuckled as he relaxed a bit. “Mallogory and I are heading out for a date night with Adry and Mr. Bleak. I was wondering if you could watch Shayla.”
He looked over at her as she shredded a poor stuffed bunny. “Um… is that a good idea?”
“Sure, she’s a hoof full,” I say, looking back at her, “but I think you can manage. Just sit her down in front of the TV while you make dinner for you two, let her enjoy some DBZ then put her to bed. Simple night. Doable?”
He thought about it for a moment, then gave a nod, “I can do it.”
“Sweet! Come to my house right after you go home to tell your parents,” I say as I walk towards my daughter and pick her up as she continues to murder the stuffed bunny.
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Spark stepped up to Mallogory’s and Scamp’s house and knocked on the door. Almost instantly it opened to reveal a very well dressed Scamp as she adjusted some earrings.
“Right on time!” she said as she ushered in him.
He stepped into the house, which was a mess with destroyed toys and drawings all over the walls.
“Sorry about the mess,” Scamp said as she rushed around, picking up a few things. “Shayla is a messy filly sometimes. Just really enjoys tearing into shit, ya know?”
“Uh… yeah,” Spark said, looking around unsure if this was a good idea or not now. “Where is she?”
“Shayla?” Scamp asked as Mallogory came out of the back, equally as dressed up. “She’s around her somewhere, right, Mallo?”
“Yeah, I saw her earlier crawling around,” she said as she moved for the door quickly. “Thank you SO much, Spark! You’re a lifesaver!”
“Yes, thank you, Spark!” Scamp said, forcing him to shake her hoof. “I owe you for this.”
“Eh… no problem guys…” he said as they quickly left the house, leaving him and Shayla alone. Where ever she was.
“Erm, Shayla, where are you?” he yelled out, expecting to hear something in response, but the house was dead silent.
An eerie feeling fell over him as he walked through the house carefully, looking in each room for her. But he couldn’t find her. Then, as he walked down the dark hallway to the very end where the master bedroom was, he heard something behind him.
Turning around, he barely saw the end of her tail run into the living room.
“Hey, Shayla, it’s me, Spark! You know, your Godfather?” he yelled as he walked back into the living room, but didn’t see her. He walked into the middle of the room, a little scared at this point of being jump scared.
He heard the sounds of scratching, and turned around as he saw her zoom across the wall like a lizard as she ran around the corner of the wall and skittered along the wall down the hallway to her bedroom, the door slamming behind her.
“Oh shit…” he muttered, a bit terrified after seeing that.
Very carefully, he walked down the hall and pushed open her door, finding an absolutely destroyed room filled with shredded toys and a shredded bed. The crib was just a wreck on the floor at this point.
“Geez,” he said softly, stepping into the room. “Shayla, want dinner? I’ll turn on Dragon Ball Z for ya.”
Something moved somewhere in the room, but with the mess he couldn’t pinpoint it. His heart rate increased as he scanned the room carefully.
Then something breathed on his neck, causing him to turn around quickly, only to come face to face with Shayla as she stood on her dresser on her hindlegs, arms held out to her side like she was posing. Her mane had been colored yellow with some kind of spray paint, and she had crazy eyes.
She began screaming like a maniac, tensing up as she did so. It looked like she was reenacting her favorite character from her TV show as she screamed at a head splitting volume.
Spark held his ears as she screamed, then she stopped suddenly as she jumped forward and slammed a back leg into his face, sending him tumbling back into the mess behind him.
He landed roughly as she sprinted towards him, jumping into the air as she screamed a battle cry. Spark could only scream in response as she landed on him.
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“The house is still standing, so that’s a good sign,” I said as we walked back towards the house, five hours later.
“I’m sure they got along just fine, after the initial trial by fire,” Mallogory snickered as we stepped up to the front door.
Unlocking the door, I pushed it open and stepped inside. “Have fun you two?”
Spark sat on the couch, covered in paint and glitter, holding his legs to himself as Shayla sat on the floor in front of him, wearing her little Super Saiyan outfit I made her. Somehow she colored her mane yellow, that’ll be wonderful trying to fix later.
DBZ was playing at full blast on the TV as she stared at it in awe, a bowl of oatmeal in front of her with her chewing on the spoon absentmindedly.
“Ah Spark, you used the good silverware. You gotta use the ones labeled ‘Shayla’ otherwise she’ll just eat it,” Mallogory said as she took the spoon from Shayla and went to the kitchen to get one of hers.
“I was not in control…” Spark muttered, looking shell shocked.
“Yeah, she’s a little hoof full, isn’t she?” I laughed, watching my daughter stand up and start screaming just like the character on the TV was doing. “YEP! LITTLE HOOF FULL!”
“You lied to me,” Spark said, rocking back and forth. “You said it wouldn’t be that bad. You said she WASN’T a hoof full…”
“Did I? Oops, sorry, Kid,” I chuckled, sitting down on the messy couch with him as Mallogory returned with a spoon made for Shayla and shoved it into the oatmeal.
Shayla fell back on her flank and began to messily eat the oatmeal as she kept her eyes on the TV.
“She’s a monster…” he muttered, getting a laugh out of us.
“She’s our little monster,” I chuckled, reaching out with my back hoof and rubbing her back.
Shayla turned to us and blinked a few times. “Spark!”
I sat up, eye wide in shock, then I groaned, “You’re fucking kidding me! Her first word is spark?! Not mommy?! That’s bullshit!”
Acting like she knew exactly what she did, she turned back to the TV, going back to a blank stare as she sat there unmoving.
“She’s a little asshole,” Mallogory said with a smile. “So she really is our daughter.”
“She was supposed to say mommy first,” I muttered as I sat back next to the shell-shocked Spark.
The TV show switched to commercial break, causing Shayla to jump up and slither away as she disappeared into the hallway.
“There she goes,” I chuckle as I get up and start cleaning up the food she left behind.
“Nothing good happens during a commercial break…” Spark muttered, like he’d seen some horrors.
“She just likes to play, Spark,” I say as I go to the kitchen and start washing out the bowl. “Just don’t let her out of the house.”
“She got out for an hour at one point…” he said, hugging himself harder.
“She what?!” I screamed as I ran for her bedroom.
“Spark! You weren’t supposed to let her out!” Mallogory said in a panic.
“OH MY FUCK!” I yelped as I entered her room to find at least twenty dead critters all over the floor. Squirrels, rabbits, chipmunks, two ducks, and another cat.
Shayla just smiled up at me proudly as she stood in the middle of her trophies, chewing on the leg of a rabbit.
“Oh shit!” Mallogory said from behind me as she saw the mess. “That’s a lot more than usual.”
“Fluttershy is going to kill us,” I say as I reach down and try to take the leg from her, but she growls and fights me for it.
I lift the leg into the air as she holds onto it with her mouth, giving me a death glare. “What do we do here?”
“Restrain her in the living room, I’ll clean this up,” Mallogory said as I began to walk down the hall with her still hanging onto the rabbit's leg.
“Spark, get the little purple sleeping bag over there, and put her in it,” I said carefully, keeping my eyes locked to hers.
“Uh…” he said, looking lost.
“Spark, this is urgent. Your Sensei needs you,” I say as my daughter starts to look around. I give her a little shake, causing her eyes to snap back to me. “Yeah, that’s right, keep those eyes locked on mommy.”
Thankfully, Spark came up behind her and slid the sleeping bag up her and zipped it closed, leaving only her face exposed. I sat her down in front of the TV and held her nose, causing her to let go of the rabbit's leg.
She began to thrash about in the sleeping bag, but the commercial came to an end, the angry man coming back on the screen, causing her to stop fighting and return her attention to the screen.
“Is this… child abuse?” Spark asked as he watched me start cleaning up the living room.
“Spark, one day you’ll have kids and you’ll understand,” I chuckled, putting shredded toys into a trash bag. “And trust me, this is not child abuse. She’s happy right now, aren’t ya, Shayla.”
She grunted in response, a happy glazed over stare on her face as she watched her TV show.
“See? Happy foal,” I laughed as I got another trash bag.
“There’s so many dead creatures in here!” Mallogory yelled from the nursery.
I just kind of smiled at Spark as he looked a bit scared. “You good though?”
“No, I’ll never be good again,” he replied evenly. “This was the scariest night of my life, and I’ve been kidnapped before. TWICE!”
“But you did awesome!” I say, giving him a thumbs up. “Well, other than letting her run rampant around the town for an hour. But other than that, you did good!”
“I don’t think I could do this again,” he admitted as he stepped towards the door.
“Spark!” Shayla screamed, laughing as she did.
“Come on,” I groaned. “Spark is harder to say than mommy! I’d take mama! Come on, sweetie!”
“SPARK!” she squealed, laughing like a little psycho.
“Bullshit,” I muttered, then looked at Spark. “Well, you’re kind of stuck now. Can you really abandon her and never watch her again? Look at that cute little face.”
We both looked at her as she gave us a toothy grin with crazy eyes.
“... I think I’ll manage,” Spark said with a shudder as he took another step for the door.
“All jokes aside, thank you, Spark,” I say, walking over and giving him a quick hug. “I know I tricked you somewhat, but Mallo and I really needed this night out. So, I really do owe you big time, kid.”
“I’ll make sure to collect that when I need it,” he said as he opened the door, giving me a half smile. “I guess if I’m being honest, it wasn’t that bad.”
“Spark!” she yelled from behind us, followed by the most demonic laugh I’ve ever heard.
“I want you to know you have the most terrifying kid I’ve ever seen,” he said, causing me to laugh.
“Trust me, I know, and I love her for it!”
He smiles and turns to leave, taking to the air quickly.
Closing the door, I cross my legs as I look at the little hellion laying on the floor. “Did you have to torture the nice kid?”
She just giggled in response and went back to staring at the TV.
“Of course you did,” I sigh as I walk to the nursery to find Mallogory filling up another bag of animal parts.
“Do you ever wonder if we’re raising a future psychopathic murder?” she asks as she puts another squirrel's head into the bag.
“I mean, have you met her mothers?” I asked, a sly smile on my face.
She chuckles at this. “To be fair, most Kejtdra kids are a bit violent in their younger years, so this is pretty normal. To an extent. We’ll just have to keep steering her in the right direction.”
“That I can do,” I say as I hear the sound of a garbage can being knocked over.
My eye widens as I sprint down the hallway, “Shayla no!”
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 58
June 10th 12 A.B.
“With Summer Vacation starting in ten days, that means your time to sign up for summer programs is coming to a close! Come to the library during free period to sign up for a few before it’s too late!” the office clerk said over the school's P.A. system, sounding way too excited, as usual.
Spark flipped the page in his book, staying focused on his reading while everyone else ran around the classroom laughing and forming groups, talking about what they’re going to do during the summer.
“What about you Spark?!” one of his classmates asked as three of them stopped by his desk. “Next year is our last year of highschool! So this is the last summer for all of us, doing anything special?!”
With a sheepish smile, he looks at the three kids propped up on his desk as they stare at him expectantly. “Well, probably spend time at Viper Claw training for the tournament in December.”
“Boring!” one of them laughed as they moved onto another kid, asking them the same question.
He just shrugged as he went back to reading.
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“Free period, come to the library guys!” the clerk exclaimed over the intercom as the bell rang for the period to start.
Spark walked down the hallway, ignoring all the kids around him as he headed for the gym, his favorite place to go be alone as the kids in there always ignore him as they play their sports games.
As he walked by a classroom, he saw fifteen colts and fillies sitting on desks laughing loudly, all of them wearing Wolverine Kamea jackets.
He quickly walked by, not wanting to be noticed by them right now. They’d made it most of the school year without clashing, so he didn’t want to ruin it now.
Making his way quickly towards the gym, he pushed open the double doors. A frown appeared on his face as he saw the bleachers were mostly packed, which was new, since most kids went outside during free periods.
The sound of lightning, perfectly timed for that moment, gave him his answer as to why they were here and not outside.
Sighing loudly, he walked to one of the bleachers and climbed up to the middle, finding an empty spot to set up camp to finish enjoying his book.
About five minutes of peace passed as he read and the kids in the gym went about their normal activities.
But the sounds of the doors blowing open loudly got everyone's attention as a colt ran into the middle of the gym in a panic, yelling for help as five colts chased after him. They were all wearing the jackets of Wolverine Kamae, bringing a frown to Spark’s face.
As the colt, who was one of the younger members of Viper Claw named Ezeria, ran for the other side of the gym, another Wolverine Kamae colt jumped from the bleachers and ran out to intercept him, knocking him down as he slammed into him.
The six colts surrounded him, yelling insults at him as they advanced inward on Ezeria as he curled up in a ball on the ground.
“Hey!” Spark yelled suddenly, startling everyone around him as he propelled himself from his seat and landed in the middle of the group, standing over Ezeria. “What are you guys doing?! He’s a middle schooler, you’re highschoolers!”
“Spark,” one of them scowled. “Step back, this little asshole insulted my mother.”
“How?” Spark asked, glaring back at the colt.
“I heard him laugh when I told the guys about my Mom's drinking problem!” he growled, the others agreeing with him.
“I told you, I was laughing at a joke Mango Loco told, not your Mom. I didn’t even hear you guys!” Ezeria exclaimed out from under Spark.
“Shut up!” one of the colts snapped.
“Move Spark, this has nothing to do with your little Dojo, this is between us and that runt,” the lead colt growled.
“Yeah, not going to do that,” Spark said evenly as he flared his wings and stood on his hindlegs.
“Oh no guys! He’s doing the thing!” one of them yelled in fake terror as they all started laughing.
“Back down,” Spark said calmly, heart pounding.
“No,” the lead colt said as one of them dashed towards Spark.
With amazing speed, Spark spun on the approaching kid and slammed a back leg forward, hitting the kid under the jaw and dropping him immediately.
The others all rushed forward at once after seeing this.
Dodging and weaving, he somewhat easily evaded all of their attacks as he danced through them, not attacking as he focused on defense. As he reached the outside of the group, he grabbed one of them by the tail and twisted his body hard, sending the kid flying away as Spark continued his spin and slammed a hoof into another colt's face.
One of them bucked him in the chest, but all he did was stagger back as he blocked another hit from a different kid. He threw an upper cut at one, but they blocked it as he used his wings to dive over the kid and land behind another, slamming his head into his back hard as he sent that kid flying into two others.
The lead colt ran into him and the two began to throw punches and kicks at each other, but neither landed a blow as they both blocked and deflected each other's attacks.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw one sprinting at him, so instead of blocking he grabbed the hoof of the lead colt and jerked him hard to the side, sending him tumbling into the charging colt.
While they where busy trying to get untangled, Spark propelled himself forward and slid under one of the other colts as he tried to move in on Ezeria. With a buck, he sent the kid high into the air.
Twisting his body and rolling hard to the side, he grabbed another kid as he tried to react to Spark’s sporadic movements, and with a roar, threw him upwards as hard as he could. This caused the two kids he’d knocked into the air to collide with a loud thud, causing both of them to fly a bit higher.
“Whoa…” one of the colts muttered as he looked up, not seeing Spark slam into his side and grab hold of him by his mane and tail. With a scream, he too was thrown up after the two now falling colts.
The third one slammed into them, sending all three flying away from each other like a bowling ball hitting pits. As they fell to the ground, he rushed forward and jumped into the air, slamming a knee into the lead colt as he slowly stood, knocking him out as he landed on the other side of them.
The last colt, who was now trapped under the lead colt, looked around in a panic, then went limp, playing dead.
Breathing heavily, Spark looked around, seeing he’d taken out all six of them.
“Holy Celestia, Spark…” Ezeria said in amazement as he sat there on the ground, eyes wide.
Spark just smiled sheepishly as he saw something out of the corner of his eye. His eyes and everyone else's in the gym snapped to the double doors where Mr. Bleak stood, a cup of coffee in his hoof as he stared wide eyed at the scene before him.
He looked like he was in shock as he blinked, then he shook his head and took a sip of coffee, “Erm, yes, good coffee.”
The gym doors burst open on the other side of the room as twenty Wolverine Kamae kids ran in, all yelling in anger.
“Enough!” Mr. Bleak roared, causing everyone to come to a stop. “Every single pony not wearing a Martial Arts jacket or not associated with a Dojo, leave now.”
As all the kids got up and quickly left from the bleachers, a few more teachers ran into the gym, having heard there was a fight. All they saw was Spark standing there with six groaning kids around him.
“Oh boy,” Spark muttered, already knowing his Mom would be called for this one.
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“Fighting in school?!” Twilight yelled as she paced in front of Spark as he sat there, twiddling his hooves. “Scamp promised me you would only partake in your Martial Arts in her Dojo! Not in school! SPARK, you have to think of your future! You can NOT be kicked out of school!”
“I know, Mom,” Spark said softly, looking at his Dad, who stood off to the side with an awkward look on his face. Kara the phoenix was hiding behind him as they watched Twilight yell at the poor kid.
She rubbed her face in annoyance as she paced in front of him, “that’s it. I told you I had a zero tolerance policy for this! No more Viper Claw!”
“No, Mom!” Spark yelled in a panic as he jumped up, eyes wide. “I was defending Ezeria! They were going to hurt him!”
“He’s in Viper Claw too!” She yelled back at him, “he should be able to defend himself! He shouldn’t need you to throw away your future for him!”
“Mom!” Spark yelled, but she cut him off.
“You’re lucky Mr. Bleak is the principal, otherwise you’d be expelled! In school suspension is a blessing to what you could have gotten!”
“Mom please!” He begged loudly, looking to his Dad for support, but Lance just grimaced in response. “Please! Sensei Scamp has helped me so much! I’m able to focus better at school, and I’m not as worried about getting hurt!”
She growled a bit as she stomped around some more, “Spark, you got into a FIGHT! At SCHOOL! I’m not going to let that slide! I do not want you anywhere near Viper Claw anymore!”
“Twilight,” Lance finally said, getting her glare directed to him. “This is the one and only fight he’s been in since he was a young colt, and from what Mr. Bleak told us, the other kids started it. Can’t we cut him some slack?”
“Cutting him some slack is exactly what causes this kind of behavior!” she roared, causing him to flinch away and Kara to fly to another room.
“I’m just saying, Scamp has been a good influence on him, somehow. Do you really want to take that away?”
She paced some more, mumbling to herself. After a Moment, she turned to Spark, “if I find out you got into another fight in school, then that’s it! Do you hear me?!”
“Yes, Mom,” he replied carefully. “Does this mean I can stay in Viper Claw?”
“For now!” she snapped, walking out of the room. “Just be safe!”
With Twilight gone, Lance and Spark let out sighs of relief and looked at each other.
“Six kids?” Lance asked, a proud look on his face.
“Yeah,” Spark said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
“By yourself, with no injuries? Spark, that’s amazing!” Lance said, beaming with pride.
Spark perked up, a wide smile on his face, “Thanks, Dad!”
Lance walked over to the door leading out of his room, glancing back at him, “tell Scamp thank you for me next time you see her.”
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“Come on, ya little fucker!” I growled as I tried to open the plastic case holding my food. I couldn’t seem to get my claw under the stupid lid to pop it open. With an annoyed groan, I slammed it down on my desk. “Screw it, I’ll starve!”
Shayla, who was currently climbing all over the walls of my office, suddenly jumped onto the desk and attacked the plastic container with her teeth. With a crunch and a pop, she ripped the lid free and jumped away with the top in her teeth, leaving the container for me.
“Shit, thanks, sweetie,” I chuckled as I pulled out a spoon and began to eat the contents as Shayla enjoyed her new toy while it lasted.
“Such a cute kid,” I heard a voice say from the doorway.
My head snapped up as I saw Vicar stepping into the room, a wide smile on his face.
I frowned as Shayla rolled onto all fours and growled up at him. “What do you want?”
He smiled at me as the pony named Psalm walked in, holding a squirming foal the same age as Shayla. “Two things, I think it's time you two meet my son, Domitor.”
This caused me to raise an eyebrow, “What? She was at least six months behind me with her pregnancy, how the hell is that kid that big?”
“Magic,” Vicar smirked. “Progressed the pregnancy along so that he was born the same day as your kid. So now they’re on par, as intended. Psalm, let Domitor down, now.”
The tired mare put the colt down and he stood up and pounced towards Shayla, the two squaring up as they growled at each other angrily.
“Bad idea,” I say as I get up and go around my desk, grabbing my daughter as she fights to get at the little colt. “My daughter is dangerous, she’ll shred that kid alive.”
“No she won’t,” Vicar chuckled as he gave the kid a kick, knocking him over, causing me to reach for the little colt. But the little guy just jumped back up and continued to growl at Shayla in my grasp. “Domitor is just as sturdy as her now. Isn't the magic of this land amazing?”
I frowned at him with a bit of anger behind my eye, “you’re kidding me, right? You did NOT pump this kid full of magic just to make them a rival to my daughter!”
“That’s exactly what I did,” Vicar said calmly as he reached out with a leg and dragged the small colt back to the mare. “Take him, now.”
She reached down and picked up the fighting colt as she left the room, leaving Vicar smiling at me.
“You’re sick and twisted,” I growled. “How could you do that to a foal!”
“He’s not hurt,” he laughed, “if anything, he’s better than he’d ever of been otherwise! Pony magic is just amazing!”
“Get out,” I snapped as my daughter hissed at him.
“Not yet, I still have more business with you, Dojo business,” he said, his smile never leaving his face. “Your student Spark just hurt six of my students, in school.”
“What’d your students do to provoke him?” I asked, my glare only intensifying.
“That doesn’t matter, but what does matter is your student broke the deal we made. No violence till the tournament. That deal is now off, I will no longer hold my students back. If they want to use your students as practice dummies, then I’m not going to stand in their way.”
“You act like my students are helpless,” I retort as Shayla fights against me hard, eyes locked on the tall stallion.
“I guess we’ll just find out, won’t we?” he chuckled as he stepped for the doorway. “We’ll have a rematch soon, ‘Sensei’ Scamp.”
I just cocked an eyebrow at him as he left, laughing like an asshole.
Shayla let out a scream of annoyance as she fought even harder against me, but I held on to her. Vicar was mine to deal with, even though my daughter could easily take him in my opinion.
As I heard the door slam shut, I dropped my daughter, allowing her to run through the office door and slam into the front door, screaming like a little psycho as she scratched at the magically reinforced window of the front door.
I let out a yell of my own, the frustration of the situation pissing me off more and more. Who does that to a kid?!
Returning to my desk, I plop down as I rub my face.
Shayla ran back in the room jumping into my lap and burying her head into my neck as she yawned. “Tired yourself out, huh?” I asked, relieved as it usually took her a lot longer to get sleepy.
Holding her with my paw and hoof, I rocked her to sleep as she snuggled into me.
My mind wondered as I sat there rocking my daughter to sleep.
Vicar was willing to do almost anything to one up me. What was his fucking problem?
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 59
June 11th 12 A.B.
I stared out of the window at all the new kids that wandered around the Dojo, mingling with my current students.
“Oh boy,” I mumbled, seeing all my students trying to line up, but the new kids kept getting in the way.
Stepping out I yell, “Lines!”
My students quickly got in their spots, but the other kids kept talking.
Shayla jumped out of the office and let out a scream that rattled the mirrors on the walls, causing every kid to jump in horror and look towards us.
With a happy little smile she sat on her flank and looked towards me with an expectant stare.
“That’s my girl!” I praised her as I turned back to the kids. “When I yell LINES you line up! Look at my students! Mimic them! MOVE!”
All of the new kids quickly got into sloppy lines behind my students.
“Alright! I know why a lot of you have joined us today. You saw the fight yesterday between Spark and those kids from Wolverine Kamae. You probably thought that was pretty fucking cool, right?”
A lot of them voiced their agreement.
“Well I’m going to burst your bubble! To get to his level will take MONTHS of work and dedication. It’ll be hard, but I promise all of you if you stick with Viper Claw, you’ll be on his level one day!” I yell, getting unsure looks from the kids.
“Any questions?!” I bellow, causing them to flinch back a bit.
One raises their hoof. I didn’t know them, but they had a strange haircut.
“Speak, Hairdo!” I yell, causing the filly in question to frown.
“I checked on Wolverine Kamae yesterday, they promise to have you in fighting form in a week. But you’re telling us it’ll take months.”
I eyed the filly, “here at Viper Claw, we do not take shortcuts! Wolverine Kamae can make that promise because they start combat training day one! But they’re sloppy! You’ve seen how they fared against one of my students! SIX! SIX Wolverine Kamea students lost to ONE Viper Claw student! That alone should speak volumes of the quality of Viper Claw!”
“But, can we use weapons?” another asked suddenly.
Pointing a hoof at the pony, I glare, “No speaking out of term!” Then I groaned loudly, “What is the obsession with training with weapons?! Here at Viper Claw we train the basics first, then we move on to the more advanced techniques. There’s no need to worry about weapons right now! You’re kids, you don’t need to know how to use weapons!”
Almost every single one of the new kids began to walk for the doors.
“STOP!” I bellow, causing all of them to come to a stop. “If you stay, I can promise you will not regret it! I will turn you into an amazing fighter who can handle anything life throws at you! If you leave, Wolverine Kamae will just ruin you! They take nothing but shortcuts, and that’s not how any of this should work!”
“Yeah, but, they got weapons,” a kid yelled, followed by all of the kids leaving.
Two stayed though, taking their place in the lines.
I gave a nod to the two who stayed and began to walk the lines. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. Most of those kids clearly are in love with the idea of being stronger… and weapons apparently. But we don’t need them!”
Shayla let out a scream, jumping up and down.
“Yeah!” I yell, “we are Viper Claw! Quality over quantity!”
“Hai!” they all yelled in unison.
“Pair up! Groups of three” I bellow. “Nose Ring, help get our two new students acquainted with how we do things here!”
“Yes, Sensei!” she yelled as everyone stepped back and began to pair up.
“I want everyone to spar using last week's techniques! Two on one, take turns. GO!”
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“I don’t know if I want to do this,” Jelly Bean muttered as her group of friends ran for the Dojo’s doors.
“You saw the fight yesterday! That was the coolest thing ever!” her friend Yolonda exclaimed.
“Yeah! Plus the Sensei is supposed to be a badass!” Belmah said with an excited smile as they neared the doors.
“I don’t like fighting though…” Jelly Bean mumbled, but her friends didn’t listen as they all ran through the doors, followed by a reluctant Jelly Bean.
“This is not what I was expecting,” Yolonda said as they all looked around.
“I think it looks cool!” Belmah yelled as they saw what appeared to be the Sensei walking towards them.
“Hello, ladies, welcome to Wolverine Kamae!” Vicar said with a wide smile as he waved them in. “Come, let’s get you all set up!”
Then his eyes landed on Jelly Bean, “Ah! Greg’s daughter, Jelly bean! It is wonderful to see you decided to join us!”
“I’m still not sure…” she muttered quietly.
“Nonsense! You’ll love it here!” he exclaimed as he ushered them further into the building as students all around them spared and trained, yelling loudly as they did so.
“Ollie, take those two and get them started. I’m going to help young Jelly Bean here.”
“Yes, sir!” She yelled as she took the two fillies away.
Jelly Bean felt awkward now that her friends were gone.
“What are you interested in learning, Jelly Bean?” He asked, her reflection staring back at her in his sunglasses.
“I dunno,” she admitted, looking away from him. “I don’t like fighting.”
“Don’t you want to be able to defend your dad if someone tries to hurt him?” He suddenly says, causing her to look at him in confusion.
“But my Dad is in a wheelchair now, no one would try and hurt him. And everyone loves him! He’s a hero!” She exclaimed in a passionate voice.
“Exactly,” Vicar said as he stood above her, his smile fading to a look of concern. “What if his enemies come back? Who will protect him then? He’s weak and without magic now, anyone could hurt him now.”
“But…” she said, looking a bit tearful, “Dad’s a hero! He defeated his enemies!”
“But what if he didn’t, what if they return?” He pressed.
“Then Lance and Scamp will save him!” She yelled, tears running down her face.
“What if they can’t?” He counters. “It will come down to you! You need to know how to fend off evil doers who mean to do your family harm!” With a wave of his hoof, he smiles proudly at her, “that is the purpose of Wolverine Kamae! To prepare the youth to take on the threats of the future!”
Jelly Bean wiped her face and looked around, “does it have to be me? My baby brother probably will like fighting more than me.”
“Those who do not wish for conflict are exactly the ones who excel at it,” he says, picking up and holding out a black Gi for her. “Take up the mantle and protect your family.”
She looked very unsure, but she reluctantly reached out and grabbed the Gi.
“Excellent. Put the Gi on and go to Ollie, she will help you and your friends get started.”
Jelly Bean slowly trudged along as she walked towards the olive mare and her two friends.
Vicar just smirked as he turned and headed for his office.
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“I thought you’d join those pussies over at Viper Claw,” Butch said as he stood over Jelly Bean as she sat on her flank resting after a few exercises.
She didn’t respond to him, just stared at her bottle of water.
“Hey, we’re on the same side, don’t act like an asshole!” He exclaimed in annoyance.
“I don’t want to be here,” she replies softly.
This caused Butch to frown, “then get the fuck out! We don’t want a foal like you here anyway!”
“Butch,” Ollie scowled as she stepped up to them. “We’ve spoken on this; do not bully newcomers. If you feel the need, then challenge them. No words, only actions.”
“Yes, Sensei Ollie,” Butch said with a bow as he glared at the young filly. “I’m not fighting a baby.”
“Then return to your work,” she said as she stepped up next to Jelly Bean.
As he left, Ollie gave the small filly a glare. “Stand up.”
Jelly Bean slowly stood up and turned to face the large mare.
“You’re weak, both in mind and body,” she said sharply, causing Jelly Bean’s head to lower. “But you don’t have to be. You’re actively making the choice to be weak. But if you allow yourself, you’ll be a top contender of this Dojo.”
“How?” She asked as she looked up at the mare. “The thought of hurting others makes me feel sick.”
“That’s a sickness deep inside of you. You are very capable, we just have to unlock the true you. If you’ll allow me, I’ll personally make sure you become someone others fear.”
“Like bad guys?” She asked, looking a little hopeful.
A smile graced the mare's lips, “yeah, like bad guys.” She placed a hoof on the fillies shoulder, “Ms Psalm excels at helping others reach their true potential faster. Do you want to meet her?”
Jelly Bean looked a bit unsure, but gave a nod.
“Follow me then,” she said as she led the young filly towards one of the ground offices.
Upon stepping in, Jelly Bean was met with an angry colt running around destroying the office. His dark coat caused him to blend into the dimly lit office, only his orange mane revealed his whereabouts as he zoomed around.
“Psalm! Control that thing!” Ollie hissed, then collected herself. “Erm, we have another student who needs her potential unlocked.”
The dark colored mare laying on the couch rolled over and stared at them with baggy eyes. “Okay.”
“Step up to her, Jelly Bean,” Ollie said sternly.
Nervously she stepped forward, but before she reached the mare, a tiny gator crawled out from under the couch and blinked at her with its docile eyes.
“Aw, we have a little gator like him at home,” she giggled as she reached out and gave the little guy a few head scratches. He seemed to enjoy it as he tapped his back leg in joy at the head scratches. “You look just like Gummy!”
“Jelly Bean, leave Jerry alone, we have work to do,” Ollie said sternly from behind her.
“I’m sorry,” she said as she gave the baby gator another head pat as she stepped past him and up to the tired mare. “Hi.”
“Yeah,” the mare drawled as she leaned forward and touched her horn to the fillies head. Her horn began to glow brightly as she cast a spell.
Jelly Bean felt something inside of her expand, like she’d just gained access to something she didn’t know she had.
“There,” the mare sighed as she turned over and faced the couch cushions again.
The little colt jumped on her a few times then jumped off, yelling like a monster as he did so. The mare simply did not react.
Backing up, Jelly Bean left the office as Ollie closed the door. The mare smiled down at the little filly.
“Now, we can start making real progress! Come with me,” she said as she led the filly back to the training mats.
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“Repeat!” I yelled as I restarted the technique from the beginning. The lines up students resumed their previous stances as I slowly performed the technique again as they followed along.
Beside me my daughter also tried to mimic my movements, with little success, but she was trying. Her shredded chew toy hung from her mouth as she tried her hardest to copy me.
Momma’s little warrior!
After running them through it a few times, I came to a stop, standing up straight. “Halt!” Everyone stopped moving and went to full attention. “Good work today! Tomorrow we will work further on this technique, and if you’re all able, add a few more steps. Dismissed!”
As I turned and walked for my office, my daughter sprinted ahead of me and dove through the door. Upon entering I found her attacking the arm of the couch again.
“Shayla, down,” I said sternly as I walked to my desk. She listened, but jumped forward and tackled a duffel bag. Ripping it open she climbed inside of it, her little wannabe evil eyes staring at me from the rip in the bag.
“Terrifying,” I said to her as I sat down and began checking my new computer for any notifications or updates.
“Sensei Scamp,” Spark said as he walked into the room.
“Yes, kiddo?” I asked, not looking up as he walked further into the room. “Oh, watch out.”
“Is she-“ he began but the little heathen let out a war cry as she burst from the bag and landed on his back, grabbing his ears in both claws as she screamed in victory. “Ah, yeah, she is on the hunt again.”
“What’d you need?” I ask, cracking a smile as I worked.
“I was wondering,” he began as Shayla pulled on his ears, trying to make him walk where she wants. He yelped a bit as he let her control where he walked. “If you wanted to come to dinner at my house tonight. Mom and Dad are wanting to catch up apparently.”
I chuckled as I watched my daughter lead him in circles, “sure. Mallogory will be busy, but I’ll be there with Shayla.”
“Great!” He exclaimed as she kicked his side, causing him to start running around the office as she laughed like a maniac. “Okay please help!”
“Shayla, Goku is on!” I yell as I pull up a video on the laptop and turn it to face her. The character on the screen was beating the snot out of a pink dude.
“Goku!” She screamed as she jumped from his back and landed on the desk, eyes now glued to the screen.
“Oh great, her second word is Goku,” I say as I sit back defeated, rubbing my face. “I just want to be acknowledged as momma! Is that so much to ask for, sweetie?!”
She looked at me and pointed at the screen, “Spark Goku!”
“I surrender,” I exhale and sink lower in the chair. “Yeah, Spark, tell them I’ll be there.”
He chuckles as he gives a bow and leaves the office.
Shayla puts her face against the screen as she watched the fighting.
“You can’t possibly be able to see anything that close,” I say, only getting a grunt in response.
“I guess whatever makes you happy,” I chuckle as I pull out my phone to text Greg, only to see a message telling me his daughter joined Wolverine Kamae out of nowhere.
That hurts a bit, as I thought for sure she’d join my Dojo. We get along so well! Why’d she choose them over us?
Groaning, I put the phone down and sat back, watching my daughter enjoy herself.
“At least you’ll never betray me, sweetie,” I say, getting a sweet smile from her as she starts to say something. I leaned forward, excited that this might be the moment.
She belches loudly, followed by her little demonic laughter as she goes back to watching the screen.
“That was cruel,” I mumbled as I sat back, crossing my legs with a huff. She just smiled in absolute joy.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 60
“Scamp! It’s so good to see you!” Twilight said as she opened the door for me as I fought to keep Shayla in my grip, the little hellspawn growling and thrashing about as she tried to get free.
“Oh yeah! Good to see you, Twilight!” I said through gritted teeth as my daughter hit me repeatedly in the face with the back of her fist.
“Wow, she’s a lively little filly tonight isn’t she?” She chuckled as she allowed me to step into the house.
I force a laugh as she finally head butts me in the snout, causing me to lose my grip on her. She hit the ground and took off sprinting up the stairs leading to the second floor.
“You don’t have any small animals, do you?” I ask with a sheepish smile.
“Just Kara, but she can handle herself… oh and Louie’s staying here right now,” Twilight said with a smile as she walked through the living room heading for the kitchen.
“Oh,” I say, looking upstairs. “… they should be fine.”
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Spark sat on his bed video chatting with Starlight, his longtime marefriend who had moved to Manehatten a few years back.
“I heard it was thirty colts,” she teased as she smirked at him as he rolled his eyes.
“It was six, your friends are feeding you lies,” he said back, chuckling as he cracked a soda open and took a drink.
She giggled as she fixed her hot pink mane with white streaks in it, tying it back so it would stop falling in front of her white face. “I don’t know, I think it’s kind of hot to beat thirty colts all on your own.”
“It was thirty six actually,” he says with a smirk as they both giggle at one another.
His door creaked open slightly, causing him to look up, but nobody walked in. “Huh…”
“What?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
“My door opened a bit,” he leaned forward and looked at the floor. “Louie? You in here?”
He heard something skittering under his bed, causing his eyes to go wide as he heard Scamp talking down stairs.
“Oh no… but this is my safe space!” he yelped sitting up and pulling his legs to his body as Starlight stared at him with a worried look.
“Eh, Spark?”
“She’s here,” he said as his eyes darted all over his room, jumping at every shadow.
“Who’s there?” Starlight asked, starting to look panicked.
“A demon,” he whispered as he leaned down close to the screen. “Starlight, remember the little filly I told you about? My Sensei’s kid?”
“Yeah? You said she’s a little monster who loves tormenting you,” she said, smirking. “She’s in your room, isn’t she?”
“Yes!” he hissed.
She started to laugh, but the video feed started to glitch, then cut out completely.
“Starlight?!” he whispered as he refreshed the app, only for it to display no internet connection. Looking to the internet modem on his desk, his eyes went wide as he saw the wires leading to the wall had been chewed through. “Oh my Celestia, she’s learning…”
A bark came from the doorway as Louie stuck his little dog head around the corner, looking annoyed as his little computer device dangled from his mouth.
“Louie run!” Spark hissed at him, but Louie just pointed at the modem and growled, wanting to know why the internet went out.
Then he cocked his head as he saw two little eyes staring at him from under the bed.
“Louie, run!” Spark yelled as he saw the little blur of Shayla dash out from under the bed.
As she neared the stunned Louie, Spark landed on top of her with a laundry basket. The little filly went feral as she slammed into the walls around her, screaming bloody murder as she did so.
“Louie, you gotta get out of here! She eats small animals!” Spark yelled, trying to get him to run, but he just raised an eyebrow at him. “Small animals like you!”
Louie’s eyes went wide as a claw cut a hole in the basket and a little wide eye peered out at him, followed by the creepiest laugh he’d ever heard. As she began to tear the hole open, he took off running, yelping like a scared puppy.
“NO!” Spark yelled as she broke out and he tried to grab her tail, but she was too slippery as she slid through his grasp and took off after the fleeing old dog.
“Shayla! NO! Bad lizard pony!” he yelled as he chased after them.
Louie tried to run down the stairs, but she landed in front of him as he was halfway down them, causing him to run back up the stairs. As she gave chase, Spark jumped in front of her and blocked her path.
She narrowed her eyes as she jumped onto the wall and ran along it at top speed. As she neared him, she pounced off of it and slammed into his face, sending him flying back into the wall, smashing through the wood and falling into the bathroom beyond it.
“How are you so strong?!” he yelled as he began to try and drag himself out of the mess of wood and beams.
Meanwhile, Louie was hiding in a pile of laundry, trying to control his breathing. The light in the room was off, which he was thankful for.
Outside of his little pile, he saw the little demon stalk into the room, sniffing at the air with her snout as the light from the hallway poured in around her.
Louie shifted a bit, causing her head to snap towards him, her little eyes seeming to glow in the darkness as a little smile appeared on her face.
A sock fell over his peep hole, causing him to lose sight of her, but when he made another hole to see out of, she was gone. This only caused his breathing to pick up as he knew she knew where he was.
Should he stay? Should he risk it and run? What was the right answer?!
His mind was made up for him as something dived into the pile with him, biting down onto his tail. He let out a high pitched yelp and exploded out of the pile of laundry, sending clothes flying in all directions.
As he ran, he felt her dragging behind him as she held onto his tail.
He barked hysterically as he sprinted down the hall, just as Spark freed himself from all the debris of the wall he’d been thrown through.
“To me, Louie!” he yelled as Louie sprinted straight at him. As the little dog ran between his legs, he reached down and snatched the little ravenous filly, causing her to finally let go of the poor dog's tail.
She screamed with rage as she fought against him, but he did his best to hold her to himself.
Louie stood behind him, barking loudly and pointing to his now bald tail.
“I’m sorry, Louie!” Spark yelled as he fought against the impossibly strong filly. “I thought they’d keep her downstairs when they were here!”
She suddenly let out a war cry and head butted him in the snout, and pushed off of him, kicking him in the jaw hard enough to knock him out.
With a kick, she launched herself off of the collapsing Spark and landed on the wall, attaching herself with her claws. She then twisted her neck to look at the small dog, licking her lips as she stared at him.
Louie whimpered as he began to back up slowly. Then the little filly began to climb along the wall, heading for the roof and flying across it towards him.
Yelping like mad, he ran for Sparks room and pushed the door closed, just as she slammed into it at the ceiling.
He backed up from the door as she screamed in rage on the other side. She than began to slam into the door, causing it to creak with each hit.
Looking around in a panic, he saw Spark’s phone and ran to it, navigating through the menu till he found Lance’s number. Hitting Call, he waited as it rang.
“Everything alright up there, Spark?” Lance asked over the phone.
Louie began to frantically bark into the phone, the door to the room starting to crack.
“I bet, Louie!” Lance laughed. “Just do me a favor, tone it down please.”
Barking more desperately, he tried to portray that they needed help. But Lance just laughed and hung up the phone, just as a large crack shot up the door.
Whimpering loudly, Louie scanned the room for anything that could save him, but anything that looked useful was way out of his reach.
With a final crash, the door split down the middle and the little demon spawn blew through it, landing in the middle of the room with a devilish grin on her little face. Her eyes locked onto Louie immediately.
She stalked towards him as he backed up, till his butt hit the wall. With nowhere left to go, he glared at the evil filly and lowered himself as he began to growl at her as viciously as he could.
“What is going on up here?!” Twilight called out as she saw the destruction in the hallway. “Spark?!”
Then she stepped up to the destroyed door, looking extremely pissed.
“That is enough! You three are playing too rough! Spark is unconscious and you’ve destroyed my house!”
Louie began to bark frantically to her as Shayla turned to face her, still lowered in a pouncing stance.
“Young filly!” Twilight said sternly as she stepped through the split in half door. “I don’t know how things work at your house, but here, in MY HOUSE, we abide by MY rules! You can not destroy everything you see in MY HOUSE!”
Shayla just hissed at her as her tail twitched around. Louie began to inch around her, wanting to get out of the room.
Twilight’s eyes narrowed as she watched the little filly glare up at her. “Don’t even think about it.”
A sly grin graced the fillies mouth as she took a single step towards Twilight.
Narrowing her eyes, her horn began to glow. “I may not be your mother, but I’m not going to let you bully me or my kids in my own house!”
With a psycho level laugh, she dashed forward as Twilight's horn flashed.
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Earlier
“Thanks for inviting me over you two,” I said as I sat down at the dining room table.
“Well it’s been a while since you’ve been over, Scamp,” Lance said as he messed with his computer.
“Lance, no devices at the table!” Twilight said as she levitated out all the food she’d prepared, placing it all down on the table. “I made extra for you, Scamp,” she said with a wide smile as she took her own seat.
“Oh, you didn’t have too!” I exclaimed as I took a fork in my left paw and began to eat like a normal pony, and not like I usually do.
“It was no problem,” she said with a beaming smile. “Lance! Computer off the table!”
He frowned and picked it up and placed it aside. “Well the internet just went out, so I was going to put it down anyway.”
She rolled her eyes at him as they started eating as well.
“So, how's things been between you and this Vicar character,” Twilight asked politely.
I shrug a bit, “I don’t know to be honest. It’s weird, he has like a weird obsession with me, and seems to know a little too much about all of us.”
“I looked into him a bit,” Lance said as he ate. “Very hard to get anything about his past, but what I do know is he’s putting a lot of money into funding all kinds of brand new projects around Equestria. Like helping Manehattan improve their power grids, and helping the school systems around the country with their funding. He’s all over the place, like he’s trying to be seen as the most generous pony alive.”
“Well it’s a sham,” I mutter as loud barking could be heard upstairs. “I should go check on them.”
“No no, let them play,” Twilight chuckled.
“Yeah, Shayla’s kind of playing is why I’m worried,” I said as I started to stand up, but she waved for me to sit back down.
A loud crash was suddenly heard, followed by even more barking.
“Spark’s a big boy, he can handle her. He’s babysat her three times so far, so trust him,” she stated, smiling as she ate.
As the barking stopped, I frowned, “Twilight, Shayla is a… very special little filly. Very very aggressive to others. She gets along with Spark, but he’s not the one I’m worried about. Louie may not be safe up there with her.”
Loud yelps of fear could be heard now, causing Twilight’s smile to falter.
“Lance, what do you think?” she asked as she turned to him.
He looked up from his food, looking like he hadn’t been paying attention. “I think we do what Twilight is saying we do.”
“It’s settled then,” she said with a smile as she went back to eating.
I frowned at Lance as he looked at me, blinking in confusion.
“What are we talking about?”
“Anyway!” Twilight said as the sounds of something being slammed into could be heard from upstairs. “Outside of all of this Dojo nonsense, what are you and Mallogory planning to do over the summer?”
“Well… nothing really,” I admitted as Lance’s phone began to ring.
He pulled it out and raised an eyebrow as he answered it, “Everything alright up there, Spark?”
Loud barking could be heard over the phone and from upstairs.
Lance just chuckled as he rolled his eyes. “I bet, Louie!” He laughed, getting a glare from Twilight. He cleared his throat as he put the phone back to his ear, “Just do me a favor, tone it down please.”
Twilight nodded with a wide smile as Louie continued to bark into the phone. Lance just chuckled and hung up.
“I never know what he’s trying to say,” he said as he went back to eating. The sounds upstairs only getting more aggressive.
“I really should go check on them,” I say, standing up again.
But Twilight sighs and stands up, gesturing for me to sit down. “I’ll go check on them if it’ll make you feel better.”
I nod and sit down, “it would help, thank you.”
Above us, a very loud crash was heard, causing her to start heading for the stairs.
I sighed as I went back to eating as Lance chuckled.
“What?” I asked, looking at him.
“Nothing,” he replied as he put a fork full of food in his mouth. “I’m just enjoying the moment is all.”
I roll my eyes as we hear Twilight start yelling above us.
“Back to Vicar,” Lance said as we listened to all the yelling above us. “Did you know Jelly Bean joined his Dojo today?”
“Yeah, Greg told me,” I said with a sigh. “I don’t get it. She’s such a good filly, why would she join those assholes?”
“Well I’ve spoken to her myself,” he said as it sounded like a warzone above us, with small explosions and stuff being thrown around. The house shook hard a few times, but we didn’t react too much. “She said he’s actually a really nice guy, to his students at least. And Greg said she’s more confident now.”
“More confident? After a single class? That’s not how that works,” I say with a frown as I hear the war cries of Shayla, followed by the house shaking even harder, stuff falling off of the walls around us.
“I couldn’t get anymore out of her, and she’s just so happy now, according to Greg. She’s more talkative too, which if you know Jelly Bean, is a big deal,” he said as a beam of magic blew a chunk of the ceiling away above us. I looked up and saw Shayla’s little legs dangling for a second before she pulled herself back up into the room above and screamed angrily. More explosions followed as I heard Twilight yelling obscenities.
“There’s something up with this guy,” I say as I take another bite. “He’s raising his kid just to rival my daughter.”
“I heard about that,” Lance muttered as the house groaned as it shook again, then everything went quiet.
I blinked, waiting for something else to happen, but everything was quiet.
Then I saw Louie walking very carefully into the living room, walking towards us with wide eyes.
“Hey, Lou!” Lance called, causing him to shake his head quickly, looking scared for his life.
Behind him, I saw Shayla’s little head peak out around the corner at the top of the ceiling.
I smiled and held out my legs to her, “Come to mommy, baby!”
She let out a squeal of delight and jumped from the ceiling and flew directly at me. Roughly, she landed in my grasp and cuddled into me, yawning cutely.
“You can fly and say the name of your favorite character and Spark, but you can’t say mommy?! You’re just messing with me at this point!” I said as I rocked her, Lance laughing behind me.
“Momma,” she said softly, causing my eye to go wide.
“Aww! She said-” Lance started, but my wing shot up, silencing him.
“Shut up, don’t ruin this,” I said as a tear formed in my eye. “This is the second greatest moment of my life…”
“Momma,” she said again as she curled up in my grasp.
“Oh fuck yeah,” I whisper as I hold her close, rocking her back and forth.
Louie looked at us with a dumbfounded look as he backed up and ran for the front door.
Spark walked around the corner a moment later, looking completely dazed as he stumbled into the dinning room and collapsed into a chair, staring at me and Shayla with awe.
“You good, son?” Lance asked, raising an eyebrow.
“We don’t have a second floor anymore,” he said simply, running a hoof through his mane.
“What?!” Lance yelled as Twilight stumbled into view, looking like she’d gone through a war zone, covered in drywall and paint, her mane a complete mess, with scratches all over her face and legs. “Twi?!”
“That kid is not normal…” she said in an exhausted voice as she returned to her seat and collapsed into it, staring at me and the sleeping Shayla with a dumbstruck stare.
“She’s a one of a kind,” I say with a sheepish smile. They just keep staring at me in disbelief. “I mean, I DID warn you and try to go myself.”
Twilight just slumped further into her chair, groaning, “I can’t feel my horn anymore after that…”
Lance looked between all of us, “well, it can’t be that bad up there, right?”
“Lance, I can’t handle your enthusiasm right now,” Twilight groaned, rubbing her face.
“Dad, it’s bad up there,” Spark said as he also slumped down in his chair. “My room is gone…”
I let out a nervous laugh, “I’ll cover any damages.”
Twilight just turned her attention to me, frowning, “no, I’ll handle it. It was my doing. I should have listened to you, but I wanted you to have a relaxing night where you didn’t have to worry about anything.”
I blink at her and then just laugh loudly, almost waking up Shayla as she groans and squirmed for a moment before going back to sleep. “Twilight,” I say quietly, “you don’t need to worry about things like that, I love every day of my life right now. Shayla and Mallogory keep me going, I don’t need others trying to help me relax. If I want to relax,I just go to the Dojo. But you are amazing for thinking of me and trying to help. I just wish my little hell spawn didn’t cause you guys so much trouble.”
Twilight chuckles, giving me a little nod, “she’s not that bad, I guess. Just a young foal who doesn’t know better. But I will say this; she’s way too skilled and knowledgeable for her age. She acted like a competent mare up there earlier.”
“Yeah, she can be like that,” I chuckled, nuzzling her cheek as she grunted and pushed my face away from hers. “Thanks for putting up with us you guys.”
“Hey, you’re family,” Lance said, reaching over and patting my shoulder. “All of you, and we put up with each other,” he smirks, “I mean, you somehow put up with me during the whole Eternal Plains adventure, and I know I wasn’t in the right state of mind a few times there.”
“Trust me, you weren’t easy to put up with,” I say with a smirk.
He rolled his eyes and sat back, “so! What about desert?”
I smile as Shayla jerks and wakes up, sitting up and looking around with wide eyes.
“Oh no,” Twilight said as the little filly smirked and took to the air. “She’s active!”
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 61
June 19th 12 A.B.
“Tomorrow is the last day of the school year! And your last chance to sign up for the summer programs! You need to hurry, sign ups this year have been lacking!” the clerk said over the P.A. system, sounding a bit desperate. “So please head on down!”
Spark closed his locker, looking up and down the halls as everyone mingled about. Since it was the last two days of school, most classes were letting their students do whatever they wanted, so most kids were just wandering the halls.
However Spark wasn’t sure what he wanted to do, as he’d finished his books, and had no desire to start a new one right now.
“Dude, guess who just asked me out,” Lurka said as he stepped up beside Spark.
“Bezmith?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Bezmith!” Lurka exclaimed, ignoring that Spark guessed correctly. “One of her friends came up to me and asked if I was interested, so I said hell yeah! Almost last day of the year and I get myself a marefriend!”
“I knew you had it in you,” Spark joked as they slugged each other in the shoulders. “Are you still coming to classes over the summer? Viper Claw needs everyone to keep up their training.”
“Yeah yeah, I’ll keep coming,” Lurka said as he waved him off. “I’m almost caught up to you at this point! Can’t stop now!”
“Sure you are,” he chuckled, rolling his eyes.
The two of them walked through the halls, avoiding the ponies that were running up and down them, cheering and just having fun.
“This place is turning into a madhouse,” Spark commented as they walked up stairs, heading to the second floor.
“Yo!” Lightning yelled as he and Azure Moon walked up to them as they reached the second floor.
“Hey guys!” Lurka yelled, bumping hooves with the other colt.
“We partying up?” Blaze laughed as he and Lilly joined them as well.
“Sweet, Viper Claw party,” Duke Venture yelled as he also joined up with them.
Spark looked around at their little group and chuckled, “I’m not used to seeing all of us together like this outside of class.”
“Yeah, but it feels cool, right? Like we’re a gang!” Lurka said, striking a pose.
“Let’s not call ourselves a gang,” Lilly said as Kelmoon walked up to them.
She smiled as she approached her friends, her mane still covering most of her face. “Hey everyone! Are we doing something?”
“No, we all just kind of got together out of nowhere,” Spark admitted as they continued walking down the hall together as one large group.
A few other kids from Viper Claw joined up with them as they went, all of them just laughing and chatting.
“How’s it feel?!” they heard a filly yell from down the hallway where a crowd was forming.
“Uh oh, someone's about to fight,” Lurka snickered as they made their way down there.
As they neared the group, they could just make out two fillies in the middle, one on the ground cowering and the other standing above her.
“You like bullying?! Well how's it feel to be the one bullied?!” Jelly Bean screamed as she stood over a crying filly, one of the local bullies named Reea Taffy.
“What's going on,” Spark asked one of the kids at the edge of the group.
“Dude, Jelly Bean snapped! Reea Taffy was making fun of her crippled dad and she just got DECKED!” the kid exclaimed, clearly very excited at what he was seeing.
“Deserves her right,” Blaze remarks, growling a bit.
Jelly Bean kicked her in the gut, causing her to cry out in pain. She kicked her again, yelling in anger.
“Enough!” Spark yelled as he pushed his way through the crowd. “You got her, Jelly Bean, no need to hit her while she’s down.”
“Spark?!” Jelly Bean yelped as she saw him, then frowned. “Don’t defend her! She called my Dad a junkie retard!”
“I get it, she needed to get hit for that,” Spark said, holding up his wings to appease her as he walked towards her. “But you become the bad guy when you beat her when she’s down. Be the bigger pony, Jelly. Walk away.”
“No!” she yelled as she kicked the much older pony again, causing her to cry out.
“Jelly Bean, stop!” Spark said as he got between her and the crying Reea Taffy, grabbing the little fillies hoof before she could do anymore damage.
“You’re defending her!” she screamed, eyes flashing with disbelief and anger.
“No, but I can’t let you go down a path like that! Let the school handle her, she’ll be punished for saying something like that! Mr. Bleak will make sure of it!” Spark assured her as he held tight to her hoof as she fought to get away from him and resume her attacks on the downed filly.
“Get your hoof off her!” Star Chaser boomed as he flew into the area and landed by Spark, pulling his hoof off of Jelly Bean.
“Star Chaser,” Spark said in surprise as four other ponies pushed through the crowd behind him, all wearing Wolverine Kamae apparel.
“She’s beat up a bully, you gonna stop that?” Star Chaser asked, eyes narrowing.
Spark frowned as he yanked his hoof away from the other colt. “No, I’m not going to let her beat on an already down pony, no matter how much of a bitch she is.”
“Hey…” Reea Taffy whimpered from the ground.
Star Chaser stepped forward and bumped chest with Spark, “Stay the hell out of Wolverine Kamae business, Viper Claw trash.”
“Back up, buddy!” Blaze yelled as he and the others pushed their way through the crowd, coming to Spark’s aid.
“Ah, a whole lot of Viper Claw trash,” Star Chaser remarked as more Wolverine Kamae members began to come forward from all angles.
“Jelly Bean,” Spark said carefully, “This isn’t like you, you need-”
“Talk to me, not her, she’s doing exactly as she should,” Star Chaser said, bumping chest with him again.
Jelly Bean glared as she took a step back and stood next to a few other members of Wolverine Kamae.
“You just can’t stand that Wolverine Kamae has helped all of us become better ponies,” Star Chaser sneered.
Spark stared into his eyes, “It’s made all of you bullies.”
This did not sit well with Star Chaser as he growled and grabbed Spark by the shirt. With a twist, he broke free of the sudden grab and pushed the royal colt away.
“You dare touch me?!” He screamed as he slammed into Spark, the two exchanging blows as they hit the wall.
All around them erupted into chaos as Wolverine kamae and Viper Claw members clashed together. Screams echoed down the hall as they all began attacking each other, causing the onlookers to start cheering and whip out their phones to record the whole thing.
Spark broke free of Star Chaser’s attacks long enough to jump to his hindlegs and deliver a kick straight to his snout, this sent the royal colt back as two more colts rushed towards him.
With practiced ease, he sidestepped the first colt and slammed an elbow into the other's face. As the first tried to turn on him, he jumped up and slammed his back hoof down on the kids forehead, dropping him as well.
Star Chaser tackled him from behind and lifted him up, slamming him down on the hard floor. As he jumped up and tried to slam a hoof down on Spark’s face, he rolled hard to the side and jumped up to his hooves, catching the royal colt's jaw with a back leg as he came up.
Another colt charged towards him, but he dropped himself and slid under the colt, lifting him up and throwing the poor colt into the wall next to them.
He sees a Viper Claw member slam into Star Chaser, freeing him up to handle some other members of Wolverine Kamae.
Duke Venture was on the defensive as a colt went to town on him, swinging and bucking crazily as he tried to break through the younger colts defenses.
Just as he seemed to be about to lose, Spark slammed into the colt and grabbed his leg. With a heave, he threw him over his shoulder and slammed him straight down onto the ground, following up with a swift kick to the head.
“Whoa! Thanks, Spark!” Duke Venture yelled as he ran and jumped onto the back of a much larger pony.
Spark turned and saw Star Chaser’s horn flash as he teleported behind the kid he was fighting and buck him into a wall. He didn’t see Spark as he dove over and slammed a shoulder into him. As the royal colt slammed into the wall, Spark followed up his body slam with a jab to the gut, causing Star Chaser to let out a gasp.
With a twirl, Spark grabbed him by the neck and threw him as hard as he could over his shoulder and down onto the ground, knocking the fight out of the royal colt.
But he didn’t have time to think as Blitz bucked him in the side hard enough to send him sprawling to the ground.
“Fucker!” Butch yelled as he came out of nowhere and elbow dropped onto Spark’s face.
Five ponies surrounded him as they kicked the downed Spark, all of them going as hard as they could.
“Get off of him!” Lilly yelled as she and three others slammed into the backs of the colts and began to lay into them. This allowed Spark to recover and jump up, slamming his hoof into the jaw of a colt as he came up. With a roar, he spun and performed a quick three hit combo on another colt, causing them to lose the ability to breath for a moment as they dropped to the floor.
Blitz blocked a hit from Lurka and countered with a hit to the face, sending Lurka backwards as Hardhoof tackled him to the ground.
Spark grabbed Blitz in a headlock and squeezed, causing the larger Blitz to panic, but he could do nothing as Spark held tight and slowly put him to sleep. Once he was out, for the moment, Spark sprang up and kicked Hardhoof off of Lurka.
“Thanks!” he yelled as he returned the favor and jumped onto Hardhoof, wailing on him.
The fighting around him was picking up as it seemed to be spilling down the halls and into classrooms. The screaming of attacking ponies only increased as more joined the fray.
His ear twitched as he spun and barely caught the charging form of Star Chaser as his horn almost impaled him. He held the other colt back, both struggling as they fought for control of the other.
Lilly kicked Star Chaser in the back leg, causing him to fall to his knees. Before she could help further, another filly grabbed her and threw her over her shoulder and into a wall.
With Star Chaser down on his knees, Spark was able to gain control and kicked forward, hitting him in the chest. But before he could throw another kick, another colt slammed into his side, sending him sideways into the wall.
The two jumped on him, pelting him with kicks and hooves as he did his best to block the attacks.
He caught the hoof of the other colt and pulled him forward hard, slamming his head into his. As the colt fell, he dove sideways and kicked the falling colt into Star Chaser.
As he recovered from his dive, he jumped forward using his wings to propel himself and slammed into another colt who was fighting Lightning. This allowed Lightning to gain the upper hand and perform a perfect two hit combo to the other colt's face, followed by him grabbing the dazed colt and throwing him over himself into another.
“Badass!” He yelled as he dove into another fight with three other colts.
Spark jumped into the air suddenly just as Star Chaser tried to grab him. As he flew above the other colt, he kicked down hard, hitting him in the back of the head. Finally, the royal colt collapsed, not looking to be getting up anytime soon.
But even with that small victory, he saw they were fighting a losing battle as more and more Wolverine Kamae rushed in to join the fight. Sure a few other Viper Claw had shown up, but they were outnumbered three to one.
Not to mention all the injured and down ponies, most of them Wolverine Kamae, but a good few Viper Claw were down as well.
Letting out an annoyed grunt, he dove forward towards six approaching colts, dodging and weaving his way through them as he countered their attacks with ease. As he came out the other side of them, they all collapsed.
His eyes darted around as he saw each of his friends were fighting more than one opponent, and there was no way he could help them all.
“EVERYONE FREEZE!” a booming voice called out as a magical aura filled the area, causing everyone to stop moving.
Mr. Bleak and four teachers walked into the frozen crowd, looking furious. The horns of the teachers were glowing as they kept up the aura around the students.
“What is the meaning of this?!” Mr. Bleak roared, causing everyone to avert their eyes.
His eyes rested on Spark, who was standing tall on his hindlegs, unconscious and moaning ponies all around him.
“A disagreement got out of hand,” he said simply, causing Mr. Bleak’s eye to twitch.
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“From the top! Tell me what happened!” Mr. Bleak roared as he walked along all the kids as they all sat on the floor in the gym.
“I recorded it!” a kid yelled out. “The whole thing!”
“Give me your phone!” Mr. Bleak yelled, causing the kid to run to him and hand over the phone.
He hit play and watched the video, which started right after Jelly Bean hit Reea Taffy the first time. He watched the whole event unfold as Spark jumped in and tried to de-escalate, followed by Star Chaser coming in to defend his friend. Then the fight that followed.
“Hm,” he scowled as he looked out over the crowd of kids. “From what I can see, this was caused by tensions between your two groups.”
He walked around them, seeming to be deep in thought as he walked.
“I’ve made my decision. Wolverine Kamae and Viper Claw are BANNED from the school grounds starting next year. No Martial Arts of any kind will be allowed to be practiced or used on school grounds. There will be no warnings. If this rule is broken, you are expelled on the spot!”
Everyone let out groans at this, but he held up a hoof. “This drama will not be allowed in school next year. I will not have it! We can not have students attacking each other on such a level as this! Little rumbles on the playground were one thing, but this! This was akin to a prison riot!”
The doors to the gym burst open as a teacher led parents into the gym.
“Your parents are here to collect you,” Mr. Bleak said sternly. “As of this moment, the school year is finished.”
Spark turned and saw his Mom stomp into the room, eyes burning with anger as she scanned the room for him. Unluckily for him, he stuck out like a sore thumb with his strips.
“SPARK GREENFIELD!” She roared as she stomped towards him.
“Oh fuck, bye Spark,” Lurka said as his own Mom grabbed him and yanked him away.
“Hi… Mom…” he said sheepishly as her horn glowed just as angrily as her eyes.
They flashed away and reappeared in the Viper Claw Dojo.
“Scamp!” Twilight screamed.
“Yep! Coming!” Scamp yelled from the office as she suddenly burst out into the Training Hall, a toothbrush in her mouth. “Sorry, I didn’t expect… Spark?! What happened to you?!”
He smiled nervously as she looked at all the cuts and bruises on his face and body.
“You’re Martial Arts did this to him!” Twilight screamed as she stomped up to Scamp and squared up with her.
“Eh, I think my Martial Art’s saved him,” Scamp said, raising an eyebrow. “What exactly happened?”
“The entire school erupted into a massive fight between your Dojo and Vicar’s!” Twilight yelled, fuming as she stared down the other mare.
“But why?” she asked, looking at Spark.
“Um…” he began, looking at his Mom.
“Go on, tell us both!” she snapped.
“... Jelly Bean was taking it too far with retaliating against a bully, and I tried to stop her from going too far. But Star Chaser and Wolverine Kamae came in and turned it into a fight. Everyone else just jumped in to help.” He looked between them, “I swear! I didn’t think it’d get this out of hand! I was just trying to do the right thing!”
Twilight clenched her eyes shut, lips trembling.
“Twilight, from what I’ve heard, it sounds like-” Scamp started, but Twilight cut her off.
“No, what it sounds like is the tension between your two Dojo’s is starting to affect the children. That’s it, Scamp, I’m pulling Spark from your classes.”
“What?! Mom, no!” Spark yelled, but she shot him a glare.
“Twilight, that’s not necessary, Spark loves it here. He’s making great-”
“Stop, my mind is made up. It is done,” she stated, stomping her hoof.
“Mom!” Spark yelled, but her horn flashed, sending him away to his room.
“Scamp, I love and respect you, but keep Viper Claw away from my son,” Twilight said evenly, staring into the eye of the other mare.
Scamp stared back, looking very displeased.
Shayla ran out of the back office, looking around. “Spark?” she ran past Twilight and sniffed the ground where he’d been standing. “Spark?!”
“Twilight,” Scamp said carefully. “Taking him out at this point will only hurt him. Both mentally and physically. Wolverine Kamae won’t just let him be after something like today happened. They’ll-”
“No, I’ve said it, and it is done. He is going to stick to studying and will get into a good college after next year. If I have too, I’ll homeschool him. But he will never touch Martial Art’s again. That is final,” she said, her horn flashing, taking her away as well.
Shayla frowned up at Scamp as her lip trembled, “Spark come back?”
Scamp’s shoulders slumped as she picked up her daughter. “I don’t think so, sweetie. But you’ll still see him when he babysits you.”
Her lip trembles even more as she looks around the room.
With a heavy sigh, Scamp puts her tooth brush back in her mouth and walks back into the office.
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Living The Dream
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When the world ends, a young man gets a chance to relive his life in the world of Equestria.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 62
June 20th 12 A.B.
I ushered my students into the movie theater as I looked back at the empty dark streets, narrowing my eyes as I looked for anything out of place. Satisfied, I followed behind them, pulling up my hood and adjusting my mask a little better so it hid everything but my right eye.
“Do we all have to wear these hoods and masks?” Ezeria asked, scratching at his hidden face.
“We do, it’s part of class today,” I answered as we walked through the lobby and I pushed the doors open to the actual theater.
“I think it’s cool! We look like ninjas!” Kelmoon said, looking a lot more energetic than usual.
“I can’t believe they let you use the movie theater!” Mango Loco yelled as I led them to the middle seats.
“Yep, I know the owner,” I chuckled as I flew up to the projection booth. Not sure how to actually work this thing.
But after looking it over, I realized they used a tablet to control everything. Nifty! And easy to use!
Snatching said tablet, I flew back down to the kids as they all talked amongst themselves. I frowned as I was missing a few, as their parents had pulled them from my Dojo. Spark was among the missing, which weighed heavily on me.
Tapping away at the tablet, I figured out how to turn everything on and dim the lights.
“What are we watching?!” Duke Venture asked as he stared at me with wide eyes.
“Yeah! We’ve never done a Dojo Field trip before! So it has to be an awesome movie!” Flashy Flash exclaimed as I pulled out my computer and connected it to the tablet.
“No movie,” I said as the screen came on and showed my computer screen. Shayla’s happy face appeared on the screen, startling a few kids. My daughter MAY have given a few of them some form of PTSD… they’ll be fine.
“This is a Martial Art’s related field trip,” I say as I open a folder filled with videos I downloaded earlier. “Aright, eyes forward!” I yell as I walk to the front of the seats, right below the screen.
They all looked at me with their heads and faces covered, all looking very excited.
“I just want to start off by saying I am very proud of all of you! I have spent the entire day going over the video’s that’ve been uploaded to the internet regarding the school fight yesterday.” As I said this, they all looked a bit unsure, as I had yet to even mention the fight, since we didn’t have class last night.
“Don’t look so down!” I yelled, pulling my mask down momentarily to show I was smiling. “You all exceeded my expectations! You fought against overwhelming odds and held your own!”
Clicking a video, the screen filled with a chaotic scene of kids slamming into each other and screaming as they attacked one another.
“Pay attention to Mango Loco in this video,” I say as we see her little form rush between the legs of a larger colt and perform a perfect rising uppercut, jumping up and slamming a hoof into the colt's jaw. She followed it up with a spinning back leg, slamming her back hoof into his head and sending him stumbling back into another fight, knocking down a Wolverine Kamae member.
“I’m so awesome!” She screamed as she jumped up and down in excitement.
I let her have her moment as I pause the screen and point a hoof to it, “She dropped a much larger opponent by using her size and agility! Not only that, but she performed her attacks as fluidly as an expert!”
The kids congratulated her as she sat back down, very happy with herself.
I then began to show a video that displayed each kid fighting, pointing out their strengths and any weaknesses I could see. This got the kids all riled up as they got to see themselves fighting and getting critiqued on how to improve.
Then I got to Kelmoon.
“Now this is some cool shit,” I say as I click the video.
On the screen, we watched as Kelmoon was backed into the wall by four colt’s. As one of them attacked her, she blocked their hoof, only to be hit in the face by another. This sent her to the ground as her mane fell out of her face, her eyes were clenched shut. But before they could approach her, her eyes shot open, ablaze with fury!
She suddenly leapt into the nearest colt and head butted him, then using her momentum swung into the next one. What followed was both impressive and hilarious as she never touched the ground again as she kept jumping from kid to kid; punching, kicking, and even biting a few times.
I stood there watching Kelmoon’s little eye widen as she slowly pulled her mane away from her other eye so she could see the screen better.
Once it was over, I paused the video and pointed a hoof at her. “Kelmoon! You are an amazing fighter! You took down four ponies without even touching the ground once! Then you proceeded to take down two more ponies who were ganging up on one of your friends! And this is after just five months!”
She blushed and pulled her mane back over her right eye.
“You do not need to be so timid and scared!” I yelled, slamming a hoof into my chest. “You are a warrior! Just like the rest of us! Own it! Take control of the shit that is holding you back and stand above those who try to belittle you!”
Kelmoon nodded slowly, looking deep in thought.
“Now!” I yell as I click to a different file, “who wants to watch a movie with a shit ton of blood and over the top violence?!”
The kids all cheer as a movie begins to play.
“HEY!” a stallion yelled from above as he stared down at us from the projection booth. “How’d you all get in here?!”
“Uh…” I said as I stared up at the very angry Stallion.
“Stay right there!” he yelled as he disappeared.
“I thought you said you knew the owner?” Duke Venture asked.
“I lied, now flee!” I yelled as I began to wave for them to follow me as I ran for the exit by the screen.
“STOP!” the stallion yelled as I held the door open for the kids as they all ran out of the theater and into the night. I quickly followed, slamming the door and picking up the two slowest kids as I took to the air, flying away as the stallion blew through the door.
Looking back I saw he was not giving chase.
“Sensei Scamp,” Kelmoon asked as I held onto her and Ezeria as I flew above the town, heading for the Dojo.
“Yeah?”
“Did we just do a breaking and entering?” she asked in an innocent voice.
“Oh big time,” I reply as I laugh loudly.
“Oh,” she says, “we’re criminals now… Cool!”
“Wait no, we’re not criminals!” I say as my eye goes wide, realizing I probably shouldn’t put that in her little head.
“Aw…” the two young kids said, looking dejected that we were not in fact criminals.
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Jelly Bean stood in line with the others as the Head Sensei walked down the stairs wearing his black and gold Gi, his sunglasses glinting in the overhead lights.
She glanced around quickly, seeing all the teachers lined up all around the students, standing at attention. They didn’t have class last night, so this was the first time the Head Sensei would be talking to them as a whole, and they were all nervous.
Every kid had some kind of bruise or bump on them, with a few looking worse than others.
“A fight at school? Against Viper Claw? A Dojo we outnumber three to one in students. And you did NOT win?” Vicar exclaimed, his usually calm demeanor gone as he now stood before them as a completely different pony. “I’ve seen the videos, and I’ve heard first hand accounts. And I’m not happy. NOT HAPPY AT ALL!”
Everyone winced as he walked along the front roll, looking out over them.
“I have given you all the necessary components to win! I’ve trained you, I’ve unlocked your potential! I’ve even helped you overcome personal problems! Just for you to throw it all away and get beat by a bunch of…” he stopped himself and stepped up to Star Chaser.
“Star Chaser, the pride of Wolverine Kamae, beaten by a much weaker pony,” he lifted his head to look at all the kids again. “All of you, beaten by weaker and younger ponies! HOW?!”
“They fought so weirdly,” Blitz said from down the line.
Vicar sprinted down the line and stopped in front of Blitz, putting his face inches above the colt. “They fought weirdly?! That’s your excuse? I’ve trained you to handle ANY opponent, I do not want to hear excuses!”
“We would of won if we hadn’t been stopped,” Star Chaser said, getting the full fury of Vicar back on him.
“It doesn’t matter. To everyone else, we lost. The ‘if’s’ mean nothing. We lost, and that’s all that matters!” he yelled as he stalked down the row of kids.
“Going forward, we’re doubling all classes. It’s summer vacation, so we’re going to extend class by three hours every day until I think you’ve learned your lesson!”
The kids knew better than to groan or voice their opinions, so they all remained quiet.
“Viper Claw has made fools of us, and it's because all of you are weak,” he spat out as he walked towards the stairs.
“No, we lost because they can fight on their hindlegs!” Jelly Bean yelled out suddenly.
Vicar stopped and turned to her, lowering his sunglasses and giving her an intense star that caused her and everyone around her to whimper. He pushed them back up and continued towards the stairs.
As he disappeared into his office, all the students relaxed.
“Those eyes…” a filly muttered, shaking a bit.
“PAIR UP!” one of the stallion teachers, Lemon Tape, yelled, causing all the kids to rush around and get in pairs.
“Prepare to make up for missing yesterday!” Bombee screamed as she stomped towards a few students.
Jelly Bean couldn’t stop shaking as she squared up with another filly. Those eyes would be in her dreams tonight for sure.
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“This is unfair,” Hardhoof growled as the group of students walked down the street, the street lamps casting shadows all around them. “We were going to win that fight if the adults hadn’t interrupted.”
“Yeah, if that fight had happened anywhere else other school, they’d be fucked,” the colt named Opelate said as he kicked a rock into a wall.
Jelly Bean nodded, just as upset. She’d been in the fighting, and had had trouble beating another filly about her age. All because she could move in ways that Jelly Bean couldn’t. She watched the much older kids around her complain about the treatment they were receiving from the Head Sensei.
“What if,” she suddenly says, getting them to all look back at her. “What if we just declare war on them?”
“This isn’t a fantasy book, kid, we need a real solution,” Blitz said with a frown.
She shook her head at him, glaring, “this is a real solution. Every time we see any Viper Claw, we text everyone and we group up and take them down. Make them regret fighting us yesterday.”
The older kids all look at each other, smiles slowly forming on all their faces.
“That’s actually a good idea, kid!” Hardhoof said, slapping her back.
“From now on, it’s open session on Viper Claw trash!” Star Chaser said as the others yelled their agreement.
Jelly Bean smiled widely at her idea being accepted. It felt good to have friends who actually listened to her for once.
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“I’m home!” Jelly Bean yelled as she walked into the house.
“It’s late, where have you been, honey?!” Pinkie Pie asked as she rushed over and checked over her. “Not hurt are you?!”
“No, Momma,” Jelly Bean said with a touch of annoyance. “I was out with friends playing.”
“Ooo, good!” her Mom said in relief as she hugged her daughter. “Just let us know next time, please! I was so so worried! Especially after what happened yesterday!”
“It’s cool, Momma, I’m okay,” she said as her Mom fixed her mane for her. “Can I go up to my room?”
“Of course!” she said with a wide grin as she pounced to the kitchen. “I’ll fix you something to eat! I’ll bring it to you!”
“Thanks, Momma,” she replied as she walked up the stairs.
“Jelly Belly,” her Dad called to her as she walked past her parents room.
A wide smile spread across her face as she turned and ran into the room, running up next to the bed where her Dad laid. “Hi, Daddy! I thought you’d be asleep!”
“I stayed up waiting for you, silly,” he chuckled as he struggled to move over and patted the bed next to him.
She hopped up in the bed and snuggled into his side.
“Want to tell me about your day?” he asked, a wide smile on his face as he reached up and adjusted his headscarf that covered his broken horn and mane.
At this, she clammed up a bit.
“Jelly Belly?” he asked, giving her a little shake. “All good?”
“No,” she finally admitted. “I went to Wolverine Kamae tonight.”
“Ah,” he said, a small frown on his face. “Didn’t we all agree to not go back there?”
“Dad, it’s helping me!” she exclaimed, but calmed down as she saw his gentle smile. “I like it there. I have friends who don’t push me around and listen to me.” She laid her head back on him, “and I’m learning how to protect you guys.”
“We don’t need protecting, sweetie,” he assured her as he rubbed her back. “We’re all safe now. All the bad guys are gone. Your daddy and his friends made sure of that.”
“But what if you didn’t get all of them?!” she asked in a desperate voice. “I got to be able to protect us!”
He smiled warmly at her as he pulled her into a hug. “Jelly Bean, you are an amazing daughter. I don’t deserve you. I promise, we got all the bad guys. Every single one of them,” he assured her as he held her tight. A look fell over his face as he realized something, but he didn’t say anything. “We got them all.”
“Can I please just stay in Wolverine Kamae?” she begged. “I don’t want to stop going.”
He let out a sigh as he thought it over. “Your Mother won’t like this.”
“Please…” she begged, her lip trembling.
“... I’ll talk with her,” he promised, causing her to hug him again, tighter this time.
“Thanks, Daddy!”
“Now off you go. Your old man needs to sleep,” he said as he patted her back.
Jelly Bean jumped up and zoomed out of the room, looking extremely happy.
Pinkie Pie stepped up to the door just as she ran out, watching her run for her bedroom.
“She’s in a better mood than when I saw her!” she said with a happy grin as she balanced some food on her head.
Greg just smiled at his wife as he gave a nod. As she walked to their daughters room, he shifted himself down under the covers, grunting as he did so.
He frowned as he looked at the wall and his wheelchair that sat against it. He just hoped his daughter would never need any of this training. The only reason he was letting her even do it was because it made her happy, and her happiness was his biggest weakness.
A smile graced his face as he rolled over.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 63
June 22nd 12 A.B.
“Stop fighting me,” I grumble as Shayla dashes all around in front of me, the foal leash attached to her backpack snapping as she’d run it taunt, yanking me around as she did so. Every time she’d change directions and sprint at full speed to the other side she’d cause me to stumble as I held on tightly with my teeth to the leash.
As we walked down the street, a mare and her kid gave me a disapproving look.
“Don’t judge me!” I snapped as she ran around my front leg and almost caused me to trip over the leash. “Shayla!”
She laughed like a maniac, causing the two judgmental ponies to shy away quickly.
This continued till we neared the forest path that lead to Adry’s and Mr. Bleaks house, which is when Shayla realized where we were going and began to pull me down the path as fast as she could.
The moment we neared the end of the path I saw Mallogory had beaten me there and was talking with Mr. Bleak.
“Late as usual,” she said as we neared, causing me to roll my eye.
“How about next time you are on Shayla duty, hm? See who’s late then!” I say, sticking my tongue out as Roxxy laughed at us from next to Mr. Bleak’s leg.
Shayla let out a happy laugh as she strained against the leash, trying to get to Roxxy.
“Hang on, sweetie,” I said as I pulled her closer and unstrapped the backpack from her. She jumped forward and bounced in front of Roxxy.
Roxxy jumped up and playfully growled at her, causing Shayla to pounce on her. The two rolled around laughing and ‘fighting’ each other, but not actually hurting one another.
“So cute,” I chuckled as the two fillies rolled away from us, and towards Adry as she worked in her garden.
“Back to what we were talking about,” Mr. Bleak said as he looked back to Mallogory. “Your Thorn still has not fully recovered?”
She held up her hand, showing the dull glow coming from her Stomata, “almost not at all. It’s been over a year and I’m still at the same level of recovery as the day it happened.”
“Can it even be fixed?” He asked, rubbing his chin.
“It should fix itself, without me having to do anything,” she replied, looking a bit worried. “In my dimension on my home planet of Eris, it only takes a few months to heal most damage, and a year at most for anything more severe.”
“Hm,” Mr. Bleak said, seeming to be stuck on how to help.
“On Eris our bodies produce Sucro, which is basically what powers our souls, to put it as simply as I can,” she continued, frowning as she looked at her hand. “It's possible my body isn’t able to produce enough Sucro because of the Watcher’s soul breaking attack. So that’s awesome.”
I grimaced a bit as a pained look flashed across her face, “how can we fix it?”
“Well it could be simple,” she says, looking to me, “we’d just have to go to Eris and wait long enough for my Sucro production to recover enough to get me back to normal. Since Sucro naturally occurs in my dimension, it can accumulate in almost anything, so just being there will be enough to heal me and return my Thorn to full power.”
“Well that settles that then,” I say, the two looking at me, “we’re going to Eris to heal you.”
She blinked at me and let out a laugh, “oh! Scamp my love, no, no. We’re not going to Eris.”
This caught me off guard, “What? Why not?”
“It’s dangerous there for one,” she replied with a smile. “Our moon is a literal dead head that is dangerous to look at because it’ll drive you insane and turn you into a monster if you look at it too long. Not only that, the wilderness around the cities are filled with all kinds of creatures and beings called Rust.”
“I think we can handle that,” I say, waving her off.
“Also, to not stand out we’d have to shrink down to around six inches, which is the normal height of my people and most other denizens. Animals are normal sized, so they’re a massive threat if you’re not careful,” she continued, making me frown a bit at being shrunk down that small. “If you’re still thinking we’d be okay, then you need to understand there are threats that are so dangerous I’d never be able to portray just how bad they are.”
I shake my head at her, “honestly I don’t care. If this is the only way to actually fix your Thorn and soul, then I’m willing to risk it.”
She knelt in front of me and placed one hand on my shoulder and cupped my cheek with the other. “Scamp, I love you, and it means everything to me that you’re so determined to help me get back to normal. But I can’t risk losing you. I’ll get better, eventually. There’s no need to rush and put ourselves in danger.”
I place my paw on her hand as she held my cheek, “you also know I’m stubborn as fuck, and that I’m not letting this go.”
“I know,” she said, giving me a kiss, “but good luck with that. The only way to get back into my home dimension is to have a denizen of it willingly guide you there. And I’m not willing to do that, and never will. As much as I’d love to show you and Shayla off to my family, I can’t risk it.”
“The only way to reach your dimension is with the help of a denizen?” Mr. Bleak asked from behind her.
“Yes,” she said, giving me another peck on the snout as she stood up and faced him. “My home dimension is on lockdown for some reason, it’s hidden from all others and is impossible to find. I can return there pretty simply though; all I need is a device that allows dimensional travel and simply by wanting to go there I’ll just know the right inputs.”
“Now that’s neat,” I muttered. “We’re going.”
“Any more questions, Darkest?” She asked, ignoring me.
He started to say something, but the two wrestling fillies slammed into his leg and broke apart, with Shayla rolling in front of Mallogory.
“I want Thorn!” she suddenly yelled, proving she can play fight and listen to the adults at the same time.
“Well now we have to go,” I say, smirking at her. “You gonna say no to that face?”
Shayla took the hint and jumped into a cute little pose, staring up with her big green eyes, lip pouting as she stared at Mallogory.
Mallogory just smiled as she reached down and picked her up, “you can have a Thorn! Here!” She opened her personal pocket dimension and pulled out a candy bar. “A Thorn!”
“A Thorn!” Shayla screamed as she grabbed it and devoured it instantly. “More!”
She pulled out three more, handing them to her as she ate two and jumped down, running to Roxxy. “Take Thorn!” she exclaimed as she shoved the chocolate into the other fillies mouth.
“That’s a dirty trick,” I frown at her as she winks at me.
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Later that day
Duke Venture and Ezeria stepped out of the Hot Topic, wearing fresh jackets with their favorite band’s logos on them.
“Your parents are so awesome!” Ezeria said as he looked down at his new threads.
“Wait till you see the new stuff they’re working on!” Duke Venture replied, smiling widely. “They’re going to-” he was cut off as he ran into Jelly Bean as she was walking by the store.
“Oh, sorry, Jelly Bean,” he said, a bit nervous as she glared at him, her Wolverine Kamae jacket making her look quite intimidating.
“Hm,” she mumbled as she walked past them and walked into the store.
“Dude, I’m a little worried about her,” Ezeria finally said after they’d walked a little bit away from the store. “She used to be a lot nicer, but after that fight at school, she’s been glaring at me whenever my mom takes me to the Mellowed Pie.”
“Yeah, she’s done the same when I’m there, but it’ll be okay. She’s just upset she joined the wrong Dojo,” Duke Venture chuckled as they continued down the block.
But after a few minutes of walking, four Wolverine Kamae colts stepped out of a store and smiled at them.
“Oh no,” Duke Venture said as they turned to go back the way they’d come, but saw Jelly Bean and ten other Wolverine Kamae smiling at them.
“Uh… hey guys,” Ezeria said with a nervous wave.
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Spark opened his window slowly as he looked back to his bed where he’d left a decoy of himself sleeping, just in case anyone peaked in on him. Listening closely, he couldn’t hear anyone out in the hall, so he fully opened the window and hovered out quietly, closing it behind him.
Slowly flapping his wings, he raised up to the roof, waiting till he was above the house to take off as usual.
But as his head reached the edge of the roof, he came to a halt, wide eyed as he and his Dad stared at each other in shock.
Lance blinked at him, a cigar in his hoof and a few bottles of alcohol propped up next to him.
Slowly, Lance raised a wing tip to his mouth, shushing Spark. “I didn’t see shit if you didn’t see shit.”
Spark slowly nodded, “I ain’t seeing anything, Dad.”
“Eeyep,” Lance said with a nod as he laid back on the roof, staring up at the night sky.
Taking the hint, Spark flew off as quickly as he could.
He couldn’t help but chuckle as he flew towards town. “Mom would kill Dad if she knew what he was doing,” he said aloud to himself.
After flying for a bit, he finally landed at the doors to the Dojo. Looking inside, he was relieved to see not everyone had arrived yet. Sensei Scamp wasn’t even out yet.
Pushing the door open, everyone turned to see him, all of their faces lighting up as he stepped in.
“Spark!” a few yelled as they rushed to him as he walked onto the training mats.
“Hey guys!” he said excitedly as he slammed hooves with a few of them.
“Spark?” Sensei Scamp said as she appeared in her office doorway. “Your Mom actually let you come back already?”
He smiled sheepishly as he looked at her, “Eh… she doesn’t know I’m here.”
She frowned at him, but then smiled, “well, as far as I know she told you you could be here. Welcome back!”
A sigh of relief escaped his lips, “Thank you, Sensei!”
“LINES!” she roared, causing everyone to rush to their places. She looked at all the kids, counting heads. “We’re still missing three, so till they get here, jumping jacks! Everyone up!”
Everyone stood to their hindlegs and assumed the correct position.
“Begin!” she yelled, causing everyone to start jumping up and down in place, raising and lowering their legs as they did so.
She watched as they went, counting out every ten jumping jacks they performed.
Suddenly, the front doors burst open and two colts stumbled in.
“Halt!” Sensei Scamp yelled as her eye widened, causing everyone to come to a stop. With out another word she rushed through the students and slid up to the two who entered. “Duke Venture?! Ezeria?! What the fuck happened to you two?!”
Everyone turned to see the two young colts badly beaten and shaking violently.
“Wofine kaym,” Ezeria struggled to talk through his swollen jaw.
“They ganged up on us out of nowhere,” Duke Venture said as he tried his hardest to not cry in front of everyone. “We didn’t even do anything this time, just tried to go home to play video games!”
Sensei Scamp’s eye twitched as she stood up and pointed to the locker rooms, “Go get cleaned up. Nose Ring, go get them a medkit from my office and get that swelling down.”
Lilly bowed, “yes, Sensei!” Then rushed to do as she was told as a few others helped the two colts to the locker rooms.
“Sensei Scamp?” Spark asked as he walked up to her, noticing she was shaking a bit.
“Bastard,” she muttered, then looked at him. “This is exactly what I was afraid of. They’re not going to let the school fight go, and are probably going to keep doing shit like this.”
“What do we do?” Spark asked as the kids all looked to her for guidance.
She looked them all over, growling a bit, “I’m going to handle it. But for now, I want all of you to stay in groups of three at all times. More if possible. Avoid any Wolverine Kamae you see for the foreseeable future.”
“That’s hard, I live in a neighborhood full of them,” Blaze said, looking worried.
“I’m sorry, I’ll see what I can do about this,” Sensei Scamp replied, looking to Spark. “You’re in charge till I return.”
“Where are you going?” he asked as she walked for the door.
“To speak with Wolverine Kamae,” she said, stepping outside and slamming the door.
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With a rough kick, I slammed the door open, causing a boom to echo through the Dojo.
“Vicar Belletor! Get your ass out here!” I bellowed as I stomped into the Training Hall, all the students and teachers stopping to watch me.
“Scamp! I knew you’d be here tonight!” Vicar exclaimed as he stepped out of his office on the second floor and stood at the top of the stairs, staring out over the Training Hall.
“Your students attacked two of mine tonight, unprovoked!” I yelled, slamming a hoof down.
“Three of them,” he suddenly said, a smile on his face. “The third one, uh what’s his name?”
“Lurka,” the one named Blitz yelled, causing the colts around him to snicker and slam hooves together.
“Yes, Lurka. He’s currently in the hospital I believe,” he said with a chuckle. Then with an even wider smile, he continued, “before you get any ideas, I’ve already spoken with his parents. They’ve declined to press charges against my students. Since their son started it.”
“Yeah, by being a little pussy,” the colt named Butch laughed, causing me to snap my head to them, causing them to fall silent.
I growled as I turned back to Vicar as he stared down at me with those stupid sunglasses, “these are just children! You’re turning them into monsters!”
“I’m turning them into exactly what they need to be to take on the future,” he replied in a rehearsed way, like he’d practiced that line more than once.
“You need to stop this,” I say as I take a step towards him, but all of the teachers take a few steps towards me in response. All ten of them were here.
“You’re technically trespassing right now,” Vicar says confidently. “Any actions we take will be justified. Tread lightly.”
I glared at him and cast my gaze over the students around me. “You are all good kids! Some of you know me personally! Why are you letting them fill your heads with all this aggression!”
A few looked away from me, but most just stared back defiantly, like I was the enemy here.
“Attacking others for no reason is not the way to handle your anger!” I yelled, causing Vicar to laugh loudly.
“Scamp, you’re not welcome here, leave. Now,” Vicar said in a stern tone.
“Not till we deal with this little vendetta your students have with mine!” I yell, pointing a hoof right at him. “This stops now. Call them off, or I’m going to the authorities!”
This just causes him to laugh loudly, then like a switch was thrown, he becomes serious “Do it! In their eyes, you and your kids are the aggressors! Lurka’s parents have solidified that by making their son apologize to my students for starting the fight! Not to mention the school fight! All the videos make it look like your student Spark started it! You have no leg to stand on, pony!”
I blinked at him as he seemed to be seething with rage, which I was not used to seeing.
“There’s no way anyone thinks the way you do!” I snapped back, causing him to slam a hoof into the wall, causing everyone in the room but me to flinch.
“I’m done! I’ve been playing this stupid Dojo game to have some fun, but you’re making it more of an annoyance! Break her, now!” he roared, as his sunglasses fell off as he threw his head around.
My eye went wide as I made direct eye contact with him. “That’s not p-”
Everything went white as one of the teachers seemed to appear before me and slam a hoof right into my good eye.
Then all hell broke loose as all the teachers jumped for me as I tried to ready myself for the sudden attack.
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“Where is she?!” Mallogory screamed at the receptionist pony as she slammed her claws down on the desk.
“Ma’am?!” the startled nurse yelped, not knowing who she was asking for.
“Are you looking for Scamp?” a doctor who knew her asked as he was rushing by.
“Yes!” Mallogory yelled as he waved for her to follow. “What happened?!”
“It’s complicated,” the doctor said as they rushed through the double doors and down the hall. “An ambulance was called for her and she was found unresponsive at the scene.”
“But is she okay?!” she screamed as they rushed past all the frantic staff.
“I…” he started. “I can’t say.”
“WHAT?!” she bellowed, causing everyone to flee from the area as they ran down the now mostly empty hall.
“I’m… sorry, I don't have enough details to say otherwise,” he stammered as he came to a stop at a door and pushed it open.
Without another word, Mallogory rushed in and let out a pained yelp as she saw Scamp laid out on the bed, tubes and blood bags attached to her. She looked absolutely horrible, like she’d fallen into a rock tumbler. The only things not damaged on her were her two prosthetics, but everything else was not as lucky.
“Who did this?!” Mallogory screamed, wheeling on the doctor.
“I can’t tell you, the police-” the doctor began but was cut off.
“What do you mean you can’t tell me?!” She roared.
“The police know all the details, they’re still here if you-” he began, but was cut off.
“Get them! Right now!” she growled, causing him to quickly run out of the room.
She turned back to Scamp, feeling both absolute anger and sadness at seeing her beloved companion like this.
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“Useless!” Mallogory roared as she slammed her hands into the table, shattering it to pieces immediately.
She’d spoken to the police, but they informed her that Scamp was the aggressor and had attacked Vicar in his own Dojo. When she pressed them to look into it, they told her it was a simple and shut case. Video footage revealed the whole thing.
They allowed her to watch the footage, and it showed Scamp kick down the door and rush in and start yelling. You can’t hear what is being said, but you can tell it's passionate by her movements. Then suddenly a teacher walked up to her and Scamp jumped on her with no warning. The footage cuts as they did not want to show her the fight itself.
Something was off about the way Scamp moved in the video, like it wasn’t actually her. But when she voiced this opinion, the police told her the video footage was untampered, even though she was talking about Scamp herself not the footage.
Before they left, they told Mallogory that Scamp was lucky; Vicar Belletor pulled a lot of strings and made sure that Scamp would not be charged for tonight. As long as she stayed away from his Dojo going forward.
This all seemed so weird and suspicious to Mallogory. This isn’t how shit like this is supposed to work! Not at all! It’s like this asshole Vicar has a hoof in everything! Manipulating the game to be played by his rules, and his rules alone.
Doing her best to calm down, she looked back to Scamp, and became enraged all over again.
She was going to go down there and-
“Mrs. Beltosh,” Vicar said from the doorway as he stepped into the room.
“You!” she growled as she stepped towards him, her eyes filled with murder. But before she reached him, one of his unicorn teachers stepped around him and flashed their horn, hitting her with a small beam.
She let out another growl as she stumbled back and fell into the chair behind her.
“There, I don’t want you acting rash before we can talk,” he said as she found herself unable to move. That spell did not feel like a unicorns magic. It felt familiar, but she couldn’t place it.
“Now,” he continued, pulling up a chair and taking a seat across from her. “I want this to end right here, right now.”
“Oh it’s going to,” she said with narrowed eyes.
“Take me to your home dimension,” he said simply, catching her completely off guard.
“What?” she asked dumbfounded.
“You heard me. I’m making a deal. Take me to your home dimension, and I’ll leave. Never to come back. You and Scamp here can live happily with your daughter, and it’ll be like I never existed,” he said, sitting back with a triumphant smile.
She glared at him, thinking hard on what he was saying. “You think, after what you did tonight, that I’m going to help you?! I don’t care what you offered me, I’m not doing a damn thing you want!”
“I could kill her,” he said simply as the pony with him stepped up to Scamp, pulling out a needle.
“Whoa whoa, stop,” she said evenly, staring daggers at the smiling pony before her. “Why do you want to go to my home dimension?”
“My own reasons,” he chuckled, not revealing anything. “Just agree to this simple request and this all ends now.”
“Fuck you,” she growled as she flickered, screaming in agony as she forced her Thorn to work, and jumped forward, slamming the pony with the needle into the wall. A simple strike to the face knocked them out as she spun on Vicar. “I’m going to kill you.”
“Ah, I was wondering if that Thorn of yours could be used to bypass paralytic effects,” he chuckled as he stood there, not looking worried at all. “Answer me now; do you accept my deal?”
“You’re not very smart,” she said as she stepped towards him.
“Pity. Psalm dear,” he said as the tired looking mare stepped into the room, her baggy eyes staring at Mallogory.
“You’re going to need more than that,” she growled as she neared Vicar, but the dark mare moved faster than Mallogory thought she could. Jumping up and touching her horn to her forehead.
Before she could react, the pony's horn flashed.
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Mallogory let out a gasp as she sat up in the hospital chair, looking around as she struggled to remember where she was.
As she saw Scamp, she remembered.
She’d been injured after trying to attack Wolverine Kamae because their students were attacking hers.
She grabbed her head, as she had a splitting headache for some reason.
Scamp suddenly let out a groan, causing Mallogory to jump up and stand over her. But she didn’t wake up, just let out ragged breaths.
With a defeated sigh, Mallogory fell back in her chair, unsure of what to do now. Or what to tell their daughter.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 64
June 23rd 12 A.B.
Afternoon
“No!” I yelp as I shift and wake myself up, trying to set up as I awake from a nightmare. But I find myself unable to move too much, like I was restrained.
“Let me out!” I growled, eye shooting open as I fought against whatever was holding me down, panic taking over as I fought as hard as I could.
“Ma’am, calm down!” a mare yelled as she rushed to me, putting something cold and wet on my face. Which only caused me to panic and fight more.
“SCAMP!” I heard the most wonderful voice ever call out as Mallogory appeared over me, looking down with relief filled eyes.
“Mallo,” I said, seizing my thrashing as I stared into her eyes.
“That’s better,” the mare muttered as she ran her hooves over me.
“Where am I?” I asked her as she reached down and stroked my cheek gently.
“The hospital. You were stupid last night and got hurt attacking Wolverine Kamae,” she said, frowning a bit.
“I did?” I asked, thinking hard, but coming up with nothing. “I don’t remember doing that…”
“What is the last thing you remember?” the mare who I now know is a nurse asked.
“Uh…” I began, thinking hard. “I just got home from taking the kids to the movies to talk about the school fight yesterday. I laid down and now I’m here.”
“No, that was three days ago,” Mallogory said with worry as she looked at the nurse.
“She’s suffered some serious head injuries. So short term memory loss is actually not that unexpected. It could have been worse. So much worse,” the nurse said as she swapped my IV’s around a bit. “The Doctor was sure she’d be in a coma for a bit, so her waking up right now is a miracle.”
“Scamp’s a tough mare,” Mallogory said, continuing to stroke my face, bringing great comfort to me.
“I attacked Wolverine Kamae?” I asked, not sure why I’d do that.
“Yes,” she answered as the nurse left the room. “I spoke with Spark to get the full story. Apparently they attacked two of your students and you went after them. And for some reason, you threw reason out the window and attacked them!”
I winced as she snapped at me, but she composed herself. “I’m sorry. I’m just… stressed. I haven’t told Shayla yet, and I don’t know if I can.”
“Don’t, let Doc get here and heal me, then we’ll act like this didn’t happen,” I say, but she just frowned at me.
“We can’t act like this never happened. Doc said you should wait a day or more to make sure everything is in place before he heals you. That way you don’t walk away with permanent damage from this. And,” she leans down, glaring, “this rivalry is over. You’ve proven you can’t keep a calm head with them, so we’re done. Vicar has filed a restraining order against you, meaning you can’t go near his Dojo or him.”
“But-” I began, but she cut me off.
“Just please say you agree, for me. For Shayla,” she says, giving me a sad pleading look.
I slump in bed, only able to nod in agreement. She smiles sadly and sits down next to the bed.
All I could do now was stare at the ceiling, confused. This made no sense. I’d never just attack them like she said I did. I’d go talk to them, but not attack them. I’m not that stupid and hot headed! Aren’t I?
First things first though, I need to get better and see if I can recover my lost memories. I have to see them before I can believe I’d do something like that.
Looking at Mallogory, I frowned. She had her eyes closed and was sitting there, looking upset. But as I stared at her, I could faintly see something trailing up from her head. Like black smoke that was so faint, I couldn’t tell if it was actually there.
Something’s going on here. I can feel it. My instincts are usually right on things like this, and right now they were telling me Mallogory was lying to me. But, she wouldn’t do that…
Unless…
Staring at the barely visible black smoke, I gritted my teeth.
Someone did something to her, and something happened to me. Now I just had to figure this out, and I knew where to start.
Vicar.
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The next day
“I got you, Sensei Scamp!” Spark exclaimed as he helped me stand up from the wheelchair.
“Stop, Spark,” I said as I stood up on my own, my body stiff and still in intense pain. Doc had, against his own wishes, healed me to full. But since I wasn’t apparently ready to be healed, my brain didn’t heal back to normal. So my memories did not recover like I’d hoped they would. Doc confirmed it was due to slight brain damage and not magical interference.
Other than that, I should be good to go.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re wincing as you walk,” he said in concern.
“Yeah, Doc warned me I’d be in pain still after what he did. I should've waited another day, but we don’t have time for that,” I say as I force myself to walk down the street, leaving the hospital behind.
“What’d Mallogory say about this?” he asked as he followed after me.
“She doesn’t know right now,” I say, causing him to groan. “Did you get Nose Ring like I asked?”
“Yeah, she’s at the Dojo,” he said, frowning at me.
“Prefect,” I mutter, wincing as I pull out my phone and check my text, seeing that Moxxie had indeed done what I’d requested. “It’s all coming together.”
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“Holy fuck, Scamp,” Moxxie exclaimed as she saw me. Even though Doc healed my broken body, he left the bruises and cuts, as he said those should heal on their own since healing too much at once could hurt me. I don’t know how, but he’s the magical Yeti with healing magic, so I’ll just listen to him.
“I know, I look terrible,” I say as I see Nose Ring and Kelmoon standing behind her in the middle of the Dojo.
Kelmoon caught me by surprise, as she had changed her mane style. By a lot. She used to have her mane brushed down to hide her birthmark, but now she’d dyed it purple and shaved the sides down pretty short. The rest of her mane was swept back into a messy mullet style. Her birthmark was now on display as a prominent feature of her face, but her confident smile showed her true feelings.
Honestly, she looked bad ass.
“Yeah, that’s my girl!” I exclaimed, getting a blush out of her as she stood tall.
“Sensei Scamp?” Nose Ring asked, looking confused. “Why did you want me to be here?”
“I need a big favor,” I say, taking the device that Moxxie held and stepping up to her.
“Eh, I can try and help,” she said slowly.
“I need to get into Wolverine Kamae myself and find out what happened, but I can’t just walk in there,” I say, holding up the device. “I had Moxxie go to the Eternal Plains and get this item. Its a body swapper.”
Nose Ring’s eyes widened.
“If you’ll agree to it, I need to swap bodies with you so I can infiltrate them. What do you say?”
She blinked dumbly at me, then grimaced, “I don’t know…”
“Nose Ring,” I say as I kneel in front of her. “It has to be you. You’re the oldest filly, and there’s no way I’m swapping bodies with any of the colts.”
She still looked unsure, causing me to sigh.
“Please. Something bad has happened, I think. And I have to find out what. The only way to do that is to go to the place it happened and talk with the witnesses,” I say, begging her.
“Sensei Scamp…” she says, looking at Spark, then back to me. “Okay.”
“Thank you, Lilly,” I say, causing her to smile. Turning to Moxxie, I smile, “got that pain killing bracelet thing you told me about?”
“Yep,” she said as she tossed it to me. I caught the little bracelet with a rune on it. Sliding it up my leg, the pain in my body fell away instantly.
“Oh that’s amazing… I should wear this all the time,” I mumble, relieved the pain was gone.
“Eh, yeah, there’s a drawback. If you wear it more than twenty four hours it’ll cause you to become addicted to it, so we should only wear it for now,” she warned as she crossed her arms.
I frown, but shrug. I just need this so Nose Ring doesn’t feel all this shitty pain while in my body.
“Fair warning, Nose Ring, being me is weird, so don’t freak out,” I say, causing her smile to waver a bit.
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I flicked the nose ring as I walked, frowning a bit. I remember when I was young and all about jewelry like this. Nowadays it seems like it’d just get in the way of everything.
Looking forward, I couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle; I’d forgotten what it was like to have two eyes and four natural legs.
The Wolverine Kamae Dojo was just ahead and I could tell they were open. Ever since the school fight they’ve been holding classes from mid afternoon to late at night.
Upon reaching the door, I took a deep breath, not sure if I’m actually capable of pulling this off. But pushing those doubts aside, I stepped through the door.
The sight that greeted me was not what I expected; some of the walls had large holes in them and a lot of the equipment was smashed. All the teachers were walking around covered in injuries, some more severe than others.
I guess I at least did a real number on all of them.
“Viper Claw!” A student yelled out, causing all their heads to snap to me.
I knew this would happen and I still don’t know how to react. “Eh…”
“Hold the hostilities,” Vicar called out as he walked out of one of the ground floor offices. “I told you all we’d start seeing Viper Claw members showing up after what happened to their Sensei.
“Uh… yeah, that’s why I’m here,” I said slowly, all eyes staring daggers at me. “I want to join your Dojo.”
He laughs loudly at this followed by everyone else.
“Did you Sensei not live up to your expectations?” One of the teachers asked with a sneering laugh.
“Erm, no, I want to be on the winning team,” I say lamely.
“We’ll see,” Vicar said evenly. “Everyone, give her a chance. If she’s Wolverine Kamae material, then she’ll prove it.”
I forced myself to bow with respect towards him.
“Excellent. Ollie, this newcomer is joining your group today. Don’t go easy on her.”
The mare smiled through broken teeth, “on it, sir.”
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As we were dismissed to take a break, I was the only one not out of breath. I’ll give Nose Ring this, she’s kept up her cardio outside of class. She’s in almost as good of shape as I am, and that’s just downright impressive.
As I stepped over to a water fountain and took a few large gulps, a few fillies stepped up to me. Shit.
I turned to them, ready for anything.
“I’m so happy you finally joined us, Lilly!” The lead filly said, a wide smile on her face. “We can all be friends again!”
I however did not expect this.
“Oh, er… you know me,” I say, watching their reactions. “Just took me some time to realize I was in the wrong Dojo.”
“You gotta show us how to fight on our hindlegs!” One of them exclaimed, looking excited.
“I can try,” I say as I look around. These fillies might be my best bet. “So… what actually happened here?”
“You mean when that crazy mare was here?” The lead filly asked, getting a nod from me. The filly smiles and leaned forward, whispering, “we’re not supposed to talk about it, but it was the most epic fight I’ve ever seen!”
“Yeah!” Another one whispered, “that other Sensei came in here and demanded we stop attacking them, but our Head Sensei put his hoof down and had the teachers attack her!”
“It was amazing!” A different filly exclaimed in a low tone, “Sensei Scamp was fighting everyone at once and was winning! But then the Head Sensei joined the fight and had one of the other teachers start using some kind of magic that allowed him to teleport! She didn’t stand a chance after that!”
“What do you mean teleport?” I pressed.
“Sensei Bombee, the Earth pony over there, she has an awesome special talent apparently! She can teleport or help others teleport! It’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen!”
“Do the other teachers have talents like that?” I asked, causing all of them to beam with wide smiles.
“That’s a lot of specific questions you got there,” one of the teachers, Ulystee, suddenly said from behind the fillies. They immediately walked away, leaving just the two of us. “Come on.”
He led me to Vicar’s office, pointing for me to wait outside it.
I frowned as I stood there. There’s a possibility I’ve already been caught or at least got suspicion cast onto myself more than it already was.
But those fillies said an Earth pony was able to use magic that allowed others to teleport. That sounds like Ego, not pony magic…
“Enter,” Ulystee said as he left the office and went down the stairs.
Stepping in, I was greeted by Vicar as he stood looking out one of his windows overlooking the Training Hall.
“I heard you’re asking questions about the attack on my Dojo,” he said without looking at me.
“Yeah, I’m curious,” I said simply, trying not to have an attitude with him.
“As one would be,” he said, turning to me. “I’m assuming you’ve been told the truth by my students, so I’m not going to hide it. The police believe your old Sensei attacked us, but it was the opposite.”
My eye twitched, which he noticed.
“Ah, that angers you? Are you really here to join us? Or has Scamp sent you as a spy?”
“A spy,” I say suddenly, catching him off guard. “That was her intention at least, but all my friends are here, and your teachers actually work us to do better.”
He looked me over, trying to read me. “Hmmm.”
“Look, believe me or not, that’s just the simple truth,” I state.
“Okay then,” he said, stepping up to me. “Then tell me what she hoped to gain by sending you here?”
“She’s lost her memory of the last few days so she wanted me to find out what actually happened,” I reply, causing him to rub his chin.
“Well, you want to prove yourself?” He asked, getting a nod from me. “Then take this video to her and convince her it’s the true events.”
He produced a flash drive and held it out to me.
“What is the video?” I asked.
He smirked at me, “one of my men can shapeshift. So we did a little reenactment for the police.”
This caused my eyes to widen.
“Deliver this and convince her it’s true, and you’ll be a true Wolverine Kamae member,” he said, a charming smile on his face.
I slowly took it from him, “alright, I will.”
“Good girl. Now get to it,” he said, spiny back to his desk.
Bowing, I quickly left the office and then the Dojo itself. Once outside I took off galloping towards my Dojo.
He just revealed that all to me? What is his game here?!
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“Was that really wise? Revealing that to her?” Bombee said as she appeared next to Vicar.
“I have this handled, Ghala. Now stay in your lane,” he growled, taking off his sunglasses and rubbing his eyes.
“Sir,” she replied and flashed away.
Vicar stepped up to his window, his reflection staring back at him. “This form is tiring…”
Pressing a button, the windows dimmed as they became one way mirrors and the door locked.
Pulling out a rune, he spoke a few words and his body flashed as he returned to his normal form.
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I frowned as the video ended, as it showed exactly what they said. If they hadn’t revealed the truth to me, I’d have probably believed this. My movements looked off, but it was convincing enough.
Nose Ring and Spark looked at me, wide eyed.
“Okay, things are about to get rough,” I say to them. “Nose Ring, you’re staying in Wolverine Kamae for now.”
“What?!” She yelped.
“It’s the only way,” I say as I tap my head. “We’re going inside my mind later so we can review what happened today so you are convincing when you’re there on your own.”
“But I don’t want to go there!” She exclaimed, looking panicked.
“I know,” I said solemnly. “But I can’t do it myself. Vicar is smart, he’ll probably realize it’s me inside of your body. So it has to be you. This is asking a lot, and you can say no, but I’m begging you.”
She bit her lip, but nodded slowly, “I’ll try.”
I sighed in relief, “thank you.”
Spark also looked unsure as he rubbed his neck, “is this really a good idea?”
“No, but it’s the best I can do. I can go to the police but it’ll be my word against his. Plus memories aren’t accepted as evidence in most cases as it can be manipulated with magic.”
“I don’t like this,” he muttered.
“Me neither,” I say, slapping his back. “But buck up, kid. As long as your Mom doesn’t find out about you helping at the Dojo, and Nose Ring here keeps her cover, everything will be alright.”
“Hmm,” he frowned at me.
“Yeah…” I said back, also frowning.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 65
June 24th 12 A.B.
Lilly nervously stepped through the doors of the Dojo, unsure if they’d welcome her the same way as they did Scamp the day before.
The moment she stepped in all eyes turned to her, causing her to freeze in fear.
“Well?” Vicar asked from the top of the stairs, already waiting for her as he’d apparently seen her coming.
“She…” Lilly began, gulping a bit. “She bought it.”
Vicar stared at her for a long moment, gauging her. She stood firm, doing her best to remain confident.
“Welcome to Wolverine Kamae!” He suddenly announced, followed by all the kids cheering and coming forward to congratulate her.
She smiled nervously as they all roughly shoved her around and slapped her back.
“Ollie, we’re going to hold off on unlocking her potential for now. Let’s see how Viper Claw training stacks up against ours,” Vicar called out as he stepped back into his office.
The olive mare smirked at Lilly as all the kids continued to give her their praise.
This didn’t set well with the young mare.
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Mallogory frowned heavily at me as I held our sleeping daughter. I just smiled back at her with absolute certainty and calmness I could muster.
“What you’re telling me goes against all the evidence,” she stated, the almost invisible black smoke still radiating from her.
“Yeah, I know. But Mallo, you know I’d never lie to you,” I say, rocking Shayla gently. “Vicar faked the video and they’ve done something to you. The black smoke coming from your head is evident of that.”
She rubbed her face, “I haven’t even spoke to or seen him in a long while, Scamp. There’s no way he could have done anything to me.”
I stared at her with sad eyes, causing her to sigh.
“You’ve suffered a head injury, and-“ she began but I cut her off.
“Stop, please,” I say, not able to hear it all again. “Let me just do what I do best.”
She stared at me hard, then sighed loudly as she stood up and hugged me and our daughter. “Okay. I don’t like any of this, but I trust you. Just don’t burn us, love.”
My eye widened as flashes of the past plagued my mind, causing me to lock up for a moment.
“Scamp?” She asked as she leaned back, seeing my expression.
“I’m good,” I lied. “I’m just so happy to have your support.”
She gave me a look that said she didn’t believe me, but she didn’t push it. “Just know; if you get hurt again, or endanger Shayla in anyway, then it’s over. There will be no more chances. You’ll have to choose between us or this damn rivalry.”
I blinked at her, taken aback by her words, but I give a sharp nod. “I won’t fuck this up.”
“I know you’ll try not to,” she said as she kissed me and gently took Shayla. “Now, enjoy class tonight.”
With that she walked out of the office and past all my students as they slowly started to line up. In the back I saw Lance laying on a beanbag chair, playing on his computer. Twilight sat next to him in another chair, looking a bit displeased.
I meant for them to come after class, that way Spark could be here. Well shit.
Stepping into my doorway, I waved for them to come into my office.
As they stepped into my office and I took my seat behind my desk, Twilight frowned.
“You need a favor?” She asked, seeming more upset than I anticipated.
“I do, and I need both of you to help with it,” I replied, gesturing for them to take a seat on the couch.
Once they were seated I continued, “as you both probably know, I’ve suffered a bit of brain damage and can’t remember a few days of my life.”
“Well you attacked them and brought that on yourself,” she said harshly, but sighed. “I’m sorry, Scamp. But it’s hard for me to feel sorry for you right now. We’ve all seen the video, and it’s clear who the aggressor was.”
I sighed and rubbed my face, “The video is a fake. It’s not actually me in it, and I'm going to prove it. But I need both of your help.”
“You got it,” Lance said before Twilight spoke her opinion. “What are you needing?”
“Break and Dawn,” I said grimly.
“What? Why?” He asked in confusion.
“Because they know how to navigate lost memories, and I'm desperate enough to deal with them,” I said, the grimace on my face only growing.
He rubbed his neck and sighed, “if you’re willing to go through it, then they’re willing to help.”
“Thank you, Lance,” I said as I turned to lavender mare. “Twilight, I need you to perform the swapping spell.”
She looked between us, a perplexed look on her face. “Scamp,” she finally said, “I trust you. If you’re saying the video is fake and think you can prove it, then I’m behind you.”
I jumped out of my chair and ran around the desk, pulling both of them into a tight hug, catching them off guard. “You two are amazing friends, thank you!”
They returned the hug.
“I just don’t envy you,” Twilight said as she sat back as we broke the hug. “Having those two in your head… things must be pretty bad for you to willingly wish this upon yourself.”
“Trust me, I know,” I chuckled as Lance just frowned a bit at us.
“Lance, are they ready?” Twilight asked as she stood up and took a stance facing us.
“Break is practically begging for this to hurry up,” Lance chuckled, causing me to frown.
“You sure about this, Scamp?” She asked, giving me one last chance to back out.
“Do it before I can change my mind,” I replied through gritted teeth.
Twilight’s horn began to glow as she pointed it at us.
As it grew brighter, my resolve wavered, “actually I change my min-“
Her horn flashed brightly as I felt a cold sensation slam into me.
[Fuck yeah! Scamp’s fucking mind!]
<Oh! It’s quite nice in here. Is that music I hear playing?>
[Is that fucking slow jazz?! What the fuck, Scamp! You’re the Death Metal singing mare and you have jazz music playing in your head?! Fucking gay!]
Oh I am regretting this already.
“You already look dead inside,” Twilight snickered, causing me to facehoof.
“How do you live like this, Lance?” I asked, looking to him for an answer.
“Eh you get used to it,” he chuckled.
<We’ll grow on you, Scamp.>
[Yeah! Like a cancer!]
<Break, try and behave yourself. We’re guests here.>
[Nah.]
Twilight looked at Lance and made a gesture for the door.
“Oh, eh, we actually have somewhere to be. My stepbrother Jeff is having a baseball game, and we promised my Mom and Barehoof we’d be there,” Lance said as Twilight began nudging him for the door.
I blinked at them, and frowned, “yes, leave me alone with these two.”
“You got this!” Lance said as he was pushed through the door.
Great.
[Turn on some real tunes!]
I growled loudly as I thought inwardly.
{You both are only here to try and fix my memories. Can you do it?}
<We can try!>
[Yeah, just allow us full access and boom, we work like rats!]
<Are rats even good workers?>
[You ever see one of those fuckers clear a maze for some pussy?]
<I think it’s cheese, Break.>
I slammed a hoof into my face as I looked out and saw my students lined up and waiting.
{Stop. You have full access, just fix this.}
[Fuck yeah! The memory bank! I’m gonna watch some cool shit!]
<Break! Don’t watch her private memories!]
I let out a frustrated yell as I punched a hole through the wall with my metal paw, scaring the shit out of my students.
{Fuck it! Break, get it out of your system! Watch what ever you fucking want! Just do your damn job afterward!}
They both remained silent for a moment.
[Well if you insist!]
<I wouldn’t give him that much access, we’re able to view memories almost instantly. And actually be in a first person view and see and feel everything. He’s going to use it to see dirty things!>
{I don’t fucking care anymore. Just get it over with.}
Composing myself, I step out and look at my worried students.
“Jumping jacks! Move!”
ooo000<^>000ooo
As the last student walked out the door, I turned and walked into the locker room, still pissed off. They’d remained mostly quiet during class, but Break kept making comments about shit I was saying.
This is almost not even worth it at this point.
<Scamp, while Break is stuck in a memory, I’d like to apologize for him.>
I let out a ragged sigh as I turned on the shower.
{Dawn you’re the good one, so I’m sorry but you apologizing for him means very little to me.}
<… That’s fair.>
After a quick shower, I walked back to my office and plopped down on the couch, groaning into the pillow that lay on it.
<Break?! Are you… crying?>
[No fuck you! I’m just so pissed and sad at this shitty slow jazz!!]
<Break you were in those memories for a while, how many did you view?>
[I filtered them to show only the traumatic shit so I could see some badass fighting, but there was barely anything cool in there!!]
{Welcome to my life. Have fun getting tortured? Or how about giving birth to a dead foal in a dirty back alley bathroom?! Ya like that you prick?!}
[… no, I did not like that...]
{Yeah, fuck you. You got what you fucking deserved.}
<Scamp, I think you broke Break.>
This at least brought a smile to my face.
{Good, now get to work.}
<Yes, ma’am!>
[Okay.]
Now that everything was quiet in my mind, I closed my eyes to take a nap, not having it in me to go home right now.
ooo000<^>000ooo
The next morning
Groaning, I sat up and rubbed my sore back. Looking out the office window I saw the morning sun shining through the Dojo’s front windows.
“Shit, did not mean to sleep the entire night,” I muttered as I rolled off the couch and made my way to my mini fridge, pulling out a few burritos.
[Scamp.]
{Let me eat before I deal with you two.}
I threw them in the microwave and turned it on.
<I think you’re supposed to do them one at a time.>
{I don’t care.}
Once it was done, I pulled them out and began eating them almost whole. They were still cold in a few spots, as usual, but I didn’t care as I ripped through them.
<Oh my…>
Burping loudly, I shoved the plate into my full trash can and walked for the bathroom.
[Scamp.]
{Shut up till I’m ready.}
Once I finished in the bath room I walked for my desk and fell back in the chair, sighing.
{Now, go ahead.}
There was a pause.
[Scamp I’m sorry.]
{For what? Being a prick? Looking at my private memories? Being a creep? I can go on.}
[All of it. My whole thing is being the badass with an attitude, but holy fuck, the shit I had to experience as you was fucking horrible!!]
{No one made you, asshole. You honestly deserve to feel bad. I do not accept your apology by the way.}
<Wow, cold hearted, Scamp.>
[Eh, she’s right. Dawn, tell her what we found out.]
<Ah yes! So we think we can recover some of them here soon, but there’s so much damage in this part of the brain, that we’re not actually sure if we can get it all back.>
{Get what you can, it all helps.}
<We’re on it!>
With that settled, I jumped up and entered the Training Hall of my Dojo. Might as well do my morning exercises while I’m free.
ooo000<^>000ooo
The door to my Dojo burst open as I was mid push up, causing my head to snap up at the rude visitor. The sight of the stallion in my door brought a frown to my face as I glared at him.
It was one of the teachers from Wolverine Kamae, Lemon Tape.
“The hell you want?” I yell as I roll to the side and square up with him.
He looked straight at me, seeming to be thinking hard on something.
“Spit it out!”
“I don’t know what it is,” he finally said, grinning at me. “But you are a very interesting, woman.”
I raise my eye at his choice of words, “you and all your buddies at Wolverine Kamae are hiding something. I just want you to know that I know something is up. You’re all acting very weird every time I interact with you.”
He just chuckles, not acting like I’d expect. “There’s nothing to hide. You’re just as weird as we are, to be honest.”
“Why are you even here?” I ask, not letting my guard down.
“To check up on you,” he said, giving a small bow.
“Well, I’m alive. So go tell your Boss and leave me the fuck alone!”
[Yeah! You tell that bitch!]
“You misunderstand,” he chuckles, placing a hoof on his chest. “I came to check on you on my own accord, because I found myself worried about you.”
“Wut?” I said, completely taken off guard.
“I don’t know what it is about you, probably your determination and strong will, but I feel something towards you,” he said with a wide grin.
“Bruh, I’m married for one, and two, the only thing I feel towards your ass is hate,” I said, spitting onto the ground between us.
All he did in reaction was smile wider. “That’s exactly it! Your attitude, it’s so refreshing!”
[Oh fuck this weirdo.]
I frown, not wanting to get into a prolonged fight right now.
…
{So, can we transform?}
<What? Like Breaking Dawn?>
{Ye.}
<Um… I don’t know. Break?>
[Fuck yes! Let’s give it a try!]
Lemon Tape stared at me, waiting for my response. Oh he’d get one, that’s for sure.
But after a second, nothing happened.
[Yeah we can’t.]
<Your mind is too strong, we can’t take control of you like we can with Lance.>
{Well how do you force Lance to transform?}
<We we pump his body full of built up rage and anger, then it just happens.>
{Well shit I got plenty of that in reserve. Watch this.}
Planting my hooves, I glare at Lemon Tape as I begin to force myself to think about all the bullshit I’ve been dealing with recently. It did not take long at all for me to start shaking with rage.
[Oh fuck… this shit feels more violent than Lance’s…]
It did not take long at all for me to feel both Break and Dawn suddenly slip deeper into my mind. The air around me seemed to explode as I felt energy erupt from my body, causing me to let out a roar in a deep guttural voice.
Once everything stopped, Lemon Tape stared at me in appsolute shock and terror.
“Get the fuck out of my Dojo!” I boomed, my voice sounding like it does when I’m singing Death Metal.
The music in my mind changed. Ooo! New theme song unlocked!
[Oh shit! Now this is what I’m talking about!]
<This song was basically made for us!>
Lemon Tape took a step forward, “wow… you are just full of beaut-“
My flaming hoof hit his face, sending him flying out my door as the midnight colored flames exploded around us from the impact.
He flew straight back and smashed through a tree, toppling it and the one behind it. I lost sight of him among all the trees and bushes of the forest beyond.
[Holy fucking yes! YES!]
<My God!>
I smirked and looked myself over. I looked nothing like Lance when he’s in Breaking Dawn, but I definitely look more violent than he does.
[You look like the fucking villain of comic book, bro!]
With a flash, I easily came out of the transformation and returned to normal.
<Scamp, you are scarily impressive sometimes.>
I just smiled as I pulled my Dojo doors closed and returned to my exercises.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 66
June 25th 12 A.B.
Afternoon
{Any more progress?}
Shayla rolled around happily in front of me as I sat on the park bench, watching her enjoy herself.
<I’m sorry, Scamp. But this is all rather hard. We’re used to fixing Lance’s memories when something goes wrong. But this is actual brain damage. Everything is so->
[Fucking complicated! No matter how we approach it, we hit a motherfucking brick wall!]
<Yes, we’ve only gotten bits and pieces so far. But we’re making next to no progress.>
{Great.}
With a happy scream, my daughter jumped to all fours and sprinted straight at another colt who was playing in a sandbox minding his own business.
“Shayla,” I called after her, causing her to come to a grinding halt, looking back at me with a pout. “No, leave the other kids in peace.”
She let out an annoyed groan and ran for the playground equipment, climbing up a ladder and disappearing into the structure.
<Despite everything, your daughter is really adorable.>
{The fuck do you mean ‘despite everything’?}
<... Back to work!>
I let out a sigh as I watched my daughter climb all over the playground equipment, her screams of joy causing the other kids and parents to look a bit nervous.
“Scamp,” I heard from behind me, followed by Mallogory stepping around the bench I sat on and stand before me.
“Hey, Mallo,” I reply with a nervous smile. I hadn’t seen her since last night, and me not going home to sleep probably didn’t help.
“You didn’t come home, then when I call Adry to check on Shayla, she tells me you picked her up. Without letting me know,” she said evenly, looking straight into my eye.
I stared back at her, feeling a light feeling in my chest. “I laid down for a nap… and kinda just slept through the night… Also, I’ve never had to call and let you know when I was spending time with our daughter before, so I’m sorry.”
“Mhm,” she mumbled, crossing her arms. “Scamp, you need to let me know when you just decide to take our daughter out.”
I felt my bad eye twitch as I felt like I was being scolded by my mom. “Mallo, I’ll let ya know going forward, but it’s really not necessarily to worry about-”
“You have fucking brain damage!” she hissed, then composed herself. “Forgive me if I’m a little worried about you just doing whatever you want, but I don’t fully trust you right now.”
“But last night you said-”
“That was last night. Then you didn’t come home, and then took our daughter without telling me. Your decision making recently has been… worrying,” she said, trying not to yell and cause a scene.
“Mallo…” I said in shock, eye wide as I felt a tug in my chest. She’s supposed to always be on my side, but right now she was treating me like…
“Don’t,” she said in a low voice. “Going forward, if you want to run off with Shayla, ask me. I do not want you-.”
“She’s my fucking daughter too!” I suddenly screamed, jumping up and trembling as I stared up at her wide eyes.
Everyone stopped and looked at us.
Then I realized what’d I just done as Mallogory’s face went from shocked, to angry, then to blank.
“Mallo, I’m-”
“I’m going home. Stay at the Dojo or wherever you were last night, I don’t care,” she said coldly as she turned and walked for the playground equipment, grabbing our daughter and walking for the exit to the park.
The entire time, Shayla looked both upset to be leaving, and confused as she looked back at me as I stood stock still by the bench.
“Momma coming?” I barely heard her ask.
“No,” Mallogory said simply as they got out of earshot.
I shook violently as I stumbled back and fell onto the bench, staring after them with an emotionless stare.
<...>
[...]
<...>
[... shit…]
Everyone around me kept staring, judging.
I growled as I shook harder and then exploded as I accidentally slipped into the raging form similar to Breaking Dawn. The bench under me melted as flames erupted from me as I stood up, glaring at everyone around me.
“What the fuck are you all looking at?!”
They all quickly began to move away, taking their kids.
I let out a massive roar of anger and shot into the sky, destroying the ground and melted bench as I did so.
ooo000<^>000ooo
Lilly carefully climbed through the tiny window in the fillies bathroom, entering the Wolverine Kamae Dojo before they were open. She’d left this window unlocked the night before, planning to sneak in and… find something. Anything really at this point.
She crept through the bathroom and came to the door, peeking out and seeing no one walking around. Class wouldn’t start for another four hours, so she was hoping no one else was here. A few of the teachers would be, but she was sure she could avoid them.
Being as quiet as she could, she walked for the stairs that lead up to Vicar’s office, sure that anything useful would be in there.
But as she neared the steps, she heard voices in an office doorway on the ground floor. It was laughter. Vicar’s laughter.
Resisting the urge to eavesdrop, she moved for the stairs. But as she neared the door the laughing was coming from, she heard a bit of conversation.
“That’s priceless! Worth all this trouble she’s put us through!” Vicar laughed in a different tone of voice than she was used to hearing.
Stopping, she put her ear up to the door.
“Restart the video, I want to see the look on her face as her family slips away from her!” Vicar roared, followed by the sounds of a video playing. It sounded like it was Sensei Scamp and her Wife talking. But as she listened, she realized it was not just simple talking. Her eyes widened as she listened.
“She’s my fucking daughter too!” she heard her Sensei’s voice scream, followed by the room exploding in laughter.
“Finally! Part one of this plan is showing some promise!” Vicar cheered.
“I thought those two would be harder to come between, but wow! Having that kid of theirs really weakened them!” one of the other teachers yelled, followed by the sounds of the others agreeing.
“Once we’ve made sure she’s been punished sufficiently, we’ll continue with getting into the Kejtdra’s home dimension,” Vicar announced as the video restarted in the background.
“Yeah, payback first! Then we’ll get you a Thorn, boss!”
Lilly listened closely, but something moved behind her. She spun around to see the tired eyes of Psalm looking right at her.
The mare looked at her, then the door, then back to her. “They’ll kill you if they know you heard any of that.”
“I…” Lilly began, but the mare shook her head.
“Let me save you,” she muttered, her horn glowing as she stepped forward and touched it to her forehead.
ooo000<^>000ooo
Lilly gasped as she sat up, staring up at the window to the fillies bathroom. She looked around confused, as she felt like something had happened. But she couldn’t place a hoof on it.
Standing up, she tried the window, but a note sat in it.
‘Leave.’
Her eyes went wide as she realized she’d somehow been caught before she even entered the building. Spinning around, she galloped away, not noticing the mare watching her from a second floor window.
ooo000<^>000ooo
I looked at my shaking hoof as I sat on the cloud overlooking the vast forest below me.
<Scamp, I can see what you’re thinking about. It won’t help you. You know it won’t.>
[Yeah, I’ve seen your memories. This shit just hurts you in the long run!]
“Oh shut the fuck up,” I mumbled out loud, opening my pocket dimension and looking into it at bottle of alcohol. “I’m not going to drink it, just looking at it makes me feel like I have control of myself…”
Closing the pocket dimension, I looked out over the forest again, deep in thought.
“Hey, Scamp,” I heard someone say from above me as they landed next to me. “I heard what happened.”
Looking to the stallion beside me, I sighed as I leaned into him. “Lance, everything is… falling apart.”
“Yeah, it tends to do that,” he says, putting a wing around me as we sat there. “Want to talk about it?”
“Fuck, no,” I muttered, using my own wing to wipe a tear from my eye. “The image of her walking away with my daughter like that… it's hurting me, Lance.”
“I know,” he said soothingly. “But it's not over, you two are just fighting. Couples do that.”
A deep sigh escaped my lips. “This felt different. We’ve fought before, but this whole business with Vicar has put a lot of strain on our relationship.”
“Then just drop it all,” Lance offers.
“I…” I thought for a moment. After everything he’s put me through, could I just drop it? Just like that? “I can’t, Lance. It’s not who I am. I can’t leave something like this unfinished.”
“At the cost of losing your family though?” he pressed, causing me to close my eye.
“If I can just get the upper hand for a second, I’ll be able to fix everything. Mallogory will understand once it’s all finished.”
“But what if she doesn't? What if this takes so much a toll on you two that she just leaves?”
“She wouldn’t do that…” I muttered, then the image of her walking away with my daughter flashed before me. “... Oh Celestia… I’m sick, Lance. I just can’t live a normal life. Conflict shows its ugly face, and I latch onto it and don’t stop pursuing it till I’ve won. I can’t fucking help myself!”
“Shh, I know what it’s like,” he reassured as he patted my side. “You’re not sick. You’re just not use to everything being peaceful and safe. I was the same way long ago, after the battle that destroyed Ponyville. I couldn’t relax, thinking I had to be ready to fight at a moments notice. But I’m telling you, Scamp,” he said, laying his head on top of mine, “it feels so much better to just let it all go and just… exist. Losing your family is the worst thing that can happen to you.”
I shook a bit as I wrapped my legs around him, hugging him tightly, “I want to let it go! But every time I think about it, I feel so anxious! Like what if I let it go and he hurts someone I care about?!”
“He won’t,” Lance assured me as he let me squeeze the life out of him. “He’s a prick, that’s for sure, but he’s been doing things by the law. I don’t think he’ll attack you unprovoked, otherwise he’ll look like the bad guy. The best way to deal with him is to ignore him.”
“That’s terrible advice,” I replied, wiping my face with my wing again. “But… I don’t want to lose Mallo and Shayla…”
“Just try to move forward, and see how it goes,” he says, “and if things get worse, I’ll handle it myself.”
“Thank you, Lance,” I say, relaxing very slightly into him.
“Yeah,” he says back, staring out at the forest below.
“How’s my two idiots doing?” he asked after a moment, trying to cheer me up.
I frown, “... they grow on you.”
“Told you,” he chuckled as he pulled me into a tighter hug to rival my own.
ooo000<^>000ooo
Nighttime
Taking a deep breath, I stepped up to my door.
<We’re here for you, Scamp! You can do this!>
[Go in there and kick ass!]
<Well don’t ‘kick ass’ in the literal sense.>
[Shut up, Dawn! Go in there and make this conversation your bitch!]
A light chuckle escapes my lips as I push open the door and step inside.
“Mallo?” I call out, seeing no one in the messy living room.
“Scamp?” I heard her call from the back rooms, followed by her coming out of our bedroom. She walked down the hall and stopped in the living room, frowning at me with crossed arms. “I thought I told you to stay at the Dojo tonight.”
“Yeah,” I say, sweating profusely as I stood there under her intense glare. “I’m done. No more Dojo. No more Vicar. Just us and Shayla.”
She didn’t relax her stare as she held it on me. “Just like that? I don’t believe you. You can’t let ANYTHING go.”
“I know,” I conceded, “I never can let anything go, and I’m having trouble letting this whole Vicar thing go. But I’ll do it, for our family. I just don’t want to lose you!”
Her gaze finally softened. “Scamp, if you don’t want to lose us, you have a strange way of showing it.”
“Please, Mallo,” I almost begged. “I’m going to try, I promise. No more drama or conflict, just us. Please.”
She let out a heavy sigh as she sat down on the couch. “I don’t want to be the bad guy here, but I’m going to need to see this to believe it.”
“Of course, that’s fair,” I say back, trembling with emotions.
Rubbing her face, she nodded, “okay, Scamp. I’m going to put my faith in you that this is over.”
“Thank you, Mallo, I won’t-”
“But that’s it. Like I said last night; screw up and lie to me, then it's done. Consider this you making your choice. You say you’ve chosen family, well now you’re going to prove it.”
I gave a shaky nod, “I will prove it.”
Then she sighed again, “you don’t have to stop the Dojo. I know you enjoy teaching the kids to be better, so as long as you stick to doing JUST that, then that’s okay. But no more rivalry, and no more causing problems.”
“But what if Vicar does something on his own? Even if I don’t react to it-”
“Then let him do whatever he wants, he’s harmless if you don’t feed into his attention seeking behavior. This all started because you gave in and let him get into your head. You should have pressed charges when those two attacked you the night you gave birth, but you insisted you could handle it. So accept this is your fault, and we can move forward as a happy family.”
I closed my eye, breathing heavily. “This was… all my fault,” I said slowly, hurting as I did so.
“Good. Sleep out here tonight, I need the night to myself,” she said, standing up and walking back down the hallway.
“I love you, Mallo,” I called after her as she reached our door.
“Love you too,” she said back, stepping into the room
The way she said that didn’t sit well with me, but I didn’t press it.
<That went->
[Shitily.]
My nerves were shot, but I couldn’t do anything about that as I stumbled to the couch and sat down, breathing raggedly
This was actually hard to write, emotionally. I can write some dark shit, but this was the first time I've actually had to walk away a few times while writing.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Oh, forgot to mention, a few chapters ago when Lance mentioned his Step-brother, my phone autocorrected his name.
Lance's Step brother is named Jeff. Not Jerry.
Chapter 67
July 3rd 12 A.B.
Nighttime
I walked out of my Dojo, locking the doors, my eye twitching a bit. It’d been a long week since I’d talked with Mallogory about everything, and nothing has changed. She’s still acting distant towards me, and I’ve been getting worse and worse as the days go on.
Vicar at least has kept his distance, so that’s good.
However, my students continued to get attacked every day outside of the Dojo, but there was nothing I could do to help them now. If I tried, I could lose everything.
So that just left me feeling completely helpless and stuck. Fighting back and protecting my students could cost me my wife and daughter.
At least Shayla was going about everything like it was normal. She was the only thing keeping me sane and going right now.
[If it makes you feel better, we got yo back!]
{Yeah, thanks, guys.}
Turning, I start walking aimlessly, not really up to going home yet.
As I walked, a flash happened next to me.
“Trouble at home?” an annoying voice asked.
I kept my eyes forward, not having it in me. “What do you want now?”
Vicar chuckled as he kept pace with me. “To make a deal.”
Sighing, I picked up my pace, but he just followed.
“It’s really simple,” he continued, “convince your wife to take me to her home dimension, and that’s it. Nothing else.”
“No,” I say back. “Vicar, I’m done here. I’m ignoring you going forward. I don’t know why you want to go to her dimension, but honestly, I don’t care. Talk to her yourself.”
“I wouldn’t say no, since your daughter could also help get me there,” he said, causing me to stop and whirl around on him, eye ablaze with anger.
“You stay the fuck away from Shayla!”
He just smiled back at me. “Tsk tsk. Don’t get angry with me, I would hate to see you lose your family after all.”
My eye twitches as I turn around and continue walking away.
“This is the simplest request,” he says, walking next to me still. “Mallogory or your daughter will just have to want to take me there, and then I’m out of your hair.”
“Stop mentioning my daughter,” I grumble, shaking as I try to control myself. “Just ask my wife your fucking self. There’s no need for me to do it for you.”
“I’ve tried,” he admitted. “I suggest we do this the easy way. Don’t make me use your daughter, because you will not like the outcome. That I can promi-”
The area around us exploded as I spun and slammed a burning hoof into his face, sending him flying into a closed store next to us, completely destroying it.
I blinked as the air around me popped and hissed with the heat and energy coming off of me.
“Oh shit…”
<That’s->
[-Super fucking bad for us…]
Vicar slowly stepped out of the burning house as it collapsed around him, a wide smile on his face. “Someone can’t control their anger it seems.”
The sounds of shouting could be heard, causing his smile to widen as he suddenly collapsed.
“What happened?!” a mare screamed as she saw me standing there, still in the raging form.
A large crowd was forming as people rushed out of their homes.
“She attacked me…” Vicar yelped as he pathetically struggled to climb to his hooves, but collapsed.
All eyes snapped.
<Scamp, say something!>
I stared wide eyed back at the crowd, then to the ponies trying to help Vicar.
“He…” I started, but the words failed me as I fell out of the raging form. “He was threatening my family!”
“Scamp!” I heard the angry voice of Mallogory yell as she pushed her way through the crowd, standing tall above all of the ponies. Her eyes were locked onto me.
“No, wait, Mallo, he-”
“Stop,” she roared, now standing between myself and the ponies helping Vicar slowly stand up, his hoof holding his face dramatically like he was seriously hurt. “You promised.”
“He threatened our daughter!” I yelled, but she just growled, glancing at him.
“How?”
“He said he’d use her to get to your home dimension!” I said desperately, catching a smirk on Vicar’s face as he hid it behind his hoof.
<Scamp, you’re playing into his hand! Careful!>
“That makes zero sense,” Mallogory said with a frown, now just looking at me. “Vicar, why do you want to go to my dimension?”
He shakily stood, facing us. “I simply asked her to ask you if you would take me to your home dimension for a visit, but she became hostile.”
“No, that-” I started, but Mallogory’s hand came up, stopping me.
“She attacked me when I kept asking,” he finished, sunglasses flashing as the light hit them.
“I don’t care how this started,” she said flatly, then looked at me. “We’ll talk. Later.”
“But-”
“Not here,” she said simply, turning and leaving through the parting crowd.
“I’ll call the police,” someone offered, but Vicar shook his head.
“No, don’t. I’ll handle the cost of the damage she caused, no need to complicate her life further,” he said, getting nods of approval from the crowd, who still glared my way.
[This fucking guy!]
Backing up under their intense glares, I took my leave.
Walking away, tears fell down my face. I’d fucked up, again.
ooo000<^>000ooo
I stood in Shayla’s room, watching her sleep in her bed. I’d beaten Mallogory here somehow and sent Spark home, not wanting him here when she got here.
Tears streamed down my face as I stared at her peacefully sleeping.
The front door opened, causing my heart to skip a beat.
<You got this, Scamp.>
Stepping out of the room, I saw Mallogory standing in the hallway, arms crossed. She simply pointed to our room.
Once we were in the room, I stood by the bed while she stood by the door.
“You gave me your word,” she said evenly.
I gulped, “yes, I did. But he threatened to use our daughter to get to your home dimension if you refused.”
“Then walk away and tell me, not attack him on the spot!” She yelled, the room shaking. There was no fear of waking our daughter, as the room was magically sound proofed.
“I’m sorry!” I yelled back, tears now pouring out of my good eye. “When he threatened Shayla I just snapped!”
“You said this was over, and that you’d walk away whenever Vicar came around. You barely made it a week, and the first time he talks to you you lose control of yourself! I put my faith in you and you couldn’t even try to keep your promise!”
“No!” I yelled, stomping my hoof. “I have tried! I have been suffering this past week! You’ve barely spoken to me! Mallo, I LOVE you! I promise, I’m-”
“No more promises,” she said, no longer yelling. “Scamp, you made your choice.”
“I chose you and Shayla! I’ve never changed my choice!” I yelped, my heart pounding in my ears.
“Your actions say otherwise. Shayla can not grow up exposed to shit like this,” she said calmly.
“Wait, Mallo, no-” I started as she turned and walked out of the room.
I stood there for a moment, shaking as scenarios raced through my head.
Following after her, I found her packing Shayla's things into a bag.
“What are you doing?” I asked, voice shaking.
“Going to Adry’s for a bit,” she said simply.
“You don’t have to, I’ll stay elsewhere…” I said, not wanting her to take Shayla from our house.
She stood up and looked at me evenly. “Scamp,” she started, like she had something to say, but stopped herself. “No. We’re going to Adry’s so I know where she is when I’m at work. If you want to see her, you have to do it while at Adry’s. You can not take her anywhere.”
Something in me snapped, causing my legs to go weak as I swayed a bit as she went back to packing.
“Mallo, this isn’t necessary..” I muttered, feeling light headed. “Don’t take Shayla away from me like this.”
She looked at me, glaring, “do not fight in front of her right now. Just step back, and wait till we’re gone.”
“No listen,” I say a bit more desperately than I intended. “We can work through this on our own, there’s no need to involve her.” She didn’t respond as she kept packing. “Mallo, I’m sorry, I know I acted like an idiot by attacking him, but he threatened our daughter!”
“And there were better ways to handle that than just attacking him,” she said back, not stopping her packing as she zipped up the bag.
“I know! I know I screwed up! But please! Don’t take Shayla! Just let her sleep and live in blissful ignorance! Please!”
She leaned down and picked up Shayla, who did not wake up as Mallogory turned to face me.
“We’ll talk later, Scamp. When you’ve calmed down.” With that, she walked past me and into the hall, heading for the front door.
<Scamp, no.>
My eye twitched.
[Oh fuck! No no no! Scamp, DO NOT!]
Breathing heavily, my head spinning, I jumped out of the room and rocket past Mallo, landing in front of the front door.
“Do not block me in!” She yelled, waking Shayla.
“Do not take my fucking daughter like this!” I yelled back, eye ablaze with passion and anger.
“Are we doing this?” she said, her gaze lowering dangerously. “Are you fucking serious? We’re fucking doing this?!”
“Yeah,” I growled, squaring up with her as I lowered myself to the ground. Then my eye went wide as I stopped myself.
What am I doing?!
Trembling, I slowly stood up as she fumed above me, more angry than I’ve ever seen her.
“MOVE!” she bellowed.
“Momma?” Shayla asked in a confused voice, looking between us.
“Mallo, please don’t do this,” I begged weakly.
“You’ve made this happen!” She yelled back, causing Shayla to flinch. “Now get the fuck out of the way!”
Slowly, I moved aside, followed by her stomping past me. Stopping in the doorway, she looked at me coldly. “I don’t even know you anymore.”
This hit me harder than anything she’d said before.
“Mallo-”
“Stay, Scamp,” she commanded, walking out the door as Shayla began to scream hysterically.
“No! NO!” she wailed, fighting. “We stay!”
And this broke me as I collapsed to the ground, screaming and crying into the carpet.
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After midnight
Spark flew down the street, heading for Scamp’s house. He’d just heard from his parents what had happened after class between Scamp and Vicar, and then what happened between her and Mallogory. He knew she’d gone to Adry’s with Shayla, leaving Scamp alone.
And knowing her, he knew she was not doing so good with something like this happening.
He just wished she'd said something when he was there earlier!
Reaching her house, he landed on the doorsteps and banged on the door.
“Sensei Scamp!” he roared, beating on the door. Trying the knob, he found it opened. Rushing in, he found the house a mess, worse than he’d left it earlier that night. The walls were clawed to hell and the furniture was smashed to bits.
Looking around, he found no sign of Scamp, just a few empty bottles of what appeared to be alcohol.
“Oh no…” he muttered, then flew out the door, heading for the Dojo. Hoping she’d be there at least.
But arriving, he found she was not there either. Which only left a few places.
She wouldn’t go to…
As fast as he could, he flew for Wolverine Kamae. But she wasn’t there either, the doors were all locked and there was no sign of her breaking in.
But she sprayed paint all over the building, leaving a lot of curse words and choice words for Vicar.
So where is she?!
Then he saw a smashed bottle a few feet from the door. Looking around, he saw a spray can up the road. Heading for Vicar’s mansion.
“OH NO!” he yelped, flying as fast as he could in that direction.
Luckily, he found Scamp, stumbling along the street.
“Sensei Scamp!” Spark yelled as he landed in front of her, stopping her. “What are you doing?!”
“She took my kid, Spark,” Scamp muttered, heavily intoxicated. “She took my fucking kid, and it’s Vicar’s fault… I’m killing him. I don’t care anymore, I’ve already lost it all.”
“Wait wait,” Spark said, stopping her as she tried to stumble forward again. “No, don’t kill him! If you kill him, then you’re proving Mallogory right! She’ll never let you see Shayla again!”
“FUCK!” Scamp screamed, throwing her bottle held in her wing against the building next to them. “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!”
Spark jumped forward, wrapping his legs around her neck, holding onto her as she thrashed and kicked, screaming into the night sky. “Scamp, please!”
She couldn’t help herself, she just kept wailing into the night, screaming in deep agonizing pain.
“I can’t do anything right, Spark!” she yelled, facing a complete mess. “I just wanted to live a happy life with my wife and kid, and I couldn’t even do that right! I just had to interact with the conflict that presented itself to me!”
“It…” he stuttered, holding on as she still fought against him. “I-It’s going to be okay!”
“NO!” she yelled, then went limp as a red light flashed over her, causing her to fall onto him.
“Man, is she loud and annoying,” Poppy, one of the teachers of Wolverine Kamae, said as her horn slowly dimmed, having just hit Scamp with a paralyzing beam.
Spark crawled out from under Scamp and jumped over her, getting between her and Poppy. “Hey! Stay back!”
“Kid, get back in your lane,” Poppy laughed as Lemon Tape stepped out of an alleyway like a creepy villain.
“Don’t want to hurt you too, little guy,” he said, smirking. “Just walk away and let us take her.”
Raising up into a fighting stance, he glared at them.
They laughed, but then something heavy landed between the two.
“I highly suggest you two listen to the young man,” Mr. Bleak said calmly. “Unless you want to tussle with us.”
“Yeah, but please choose to tussle with us,” Starch, Mr. Bleak’s grandson, said as he laid on a roof top above them. “It’s been a minute since I’ve got to beat the snot out of someone.”
The two ponies looked at each other, then started backing up. “Boss said to avoid you two. For now. So consider this your lucky day.”
“Consider it a lucky day then,” Mr. Bleak laughed, eyes locked with Lemon Tape’s.
Once they’d slinked back into the shadows from which they’d come, Mr. Bleak sighed.
“Thank you,” Spark said, shaking as he returned to all fours.
“Get her home, Spark,” Mr. Bleak said as Starch jumped from the roof and took to the sky. “We’ll make sure those two stay away.”
Not needing to be told twice, Spark climbed under Scamp and lifted her up, straining heavily. She was a heavy mare!
But he managed as he slowly stomped away.
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Next morning
Spark woke up as he heard the sounds of someone stumbling down the hallway.
“Sensei Scamp?”
“Yeah,” came her gruff response as she entered the living room, looking absolutely haggard.
“Um… remember last night?” he asked carefully.
“Yep,” was her only response as she looked at him with dead eyes.
“I-I…” he began, a bit nervous. “I made you breakfast…”
“Thanks, kid,” she muttered, walking along the wall to the kitchen and seeing the plate of food sitting out for her. She ate it slowly, not looking to have the energy he was used to seeing in her with.
“I-”
“Thank, Spark,” she interrupted, food still in her mouth. “I’m a burden though, so head on home. I’ll… see ya later.”
He frowned at her, “No, it’s okay, Scamp. I’m here to help.”
“You’re a good kid, Spark. But I need to be alone right now,” she said back, staring at her remaining food as she pulled out a bottle of alcohol from her pocket dimension.
“Wait, it’s morning, you can’t drink!” he called out, rushing to her side.
“I’m an adult, I get to make the rules,” she muttered, popping the cap off of the drink. “Besides, I don’t want to think right now. Shit hurts.”
“I know it hurts,” Spark said as she raised the bottle, chugging from it. “B-But, you don’t have to drink it away! We can talk about it!”
“You don’t want to hear what I have to say, kid,” she said in a low voice. “Go on, home. Your parents are probably worried.”
“They’ll understand,” he said, taking the bottle from her slowly.
But she just pulled out another and bit through the cap with her teeth, spitting it aside and drinking from it.
“Sensei Scamp!” he yelped, reaching for the new bottle.
“Spark,” she said calmly. “Please. If you want to help, go check on Shayla. She left here in a bad mood, and I’ve been worried about her.”
He looked at her, then gave a nod, “Okay, but please, stop drinking. Please.”
“Yeah,” she responded, taking another swig of the bottle. “I will after this one.”
Not believing her, he left the house, as he didn’t know what else to do for her without angering her.
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“Those Viper Claw morons!” Star Chaser snarled as they all looked at the barely legible words and curses written across their Dojo’s outer walls.
“This is too far!” Blitz growled.
“Yeah! We haven’t touched their Dojo, and they just come here and do this?!” another yelled, just as angry.
Then, with a little sly smirk, Star Chaser turned to everyone. “Want to get them back?”
“Hell yeah!” they all cheered back.
“Then let’s get serious. Tonight, we put an end to Viper Claw!” Star Chaser yelled, followed by everyone else.
“We’ll need mask’s! And torches!”
“Go get it!”
“Fuck yeah!”
“Bye bye Dojo!”
Jelly Bean, who had been all in a moment ago, now looked unsure as everyone around her started to get riled up, talking about doing things she wasn’t comfortable with.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 68
July 4th 12 A.B.
Later that day, afternoon
“Yes, Sensei?” Star Chaser asked as he walked into the office.
“Ah, my star pupil,” Vicar exclaimed as he walked over to the young colt and clapped a hoof down on his shoulder. “I heard of your plans for tonight.”
This caused the royal colts eyes to go wide, “Oh, we aren’t going to-”
“I want to give you something to help,” Vicar suddenly said, catching the colt off guard.
“Like what, Sensei?”
A smirk crossed his face as Psalm entered the office behind the colt, holding a strange item. “Has anyone told you about Ego abilities?”
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“Scamp?” Mr. Bleak called as he and his grandson stepped into the house.
“Ew, this place is a mess,” Starch commented, taking note of the bottles laying around the trashed room. Leaning down, taking a sniff, he frowns. “Ah, she’s been day drinking.”
“Wonderful,” Mr. Bleak sighed as they walked further into the house and down to the bedrooms. Opening the door to the master bedroom, they saw nothing but a destroyed bedframe and mattress. “Hm.”
Turning, they opened the nursery, finding the room a mess, but not destroyed like the rest of the house. There, on the little bed, was a passed out Scamp, a bottle held loosely in her paw.
“Oh, well she’s useless passed out like that,” Starch grumbled as Mr. Bleak walked into the room, pulling out a little glass capsule wrapped in cloth. Breaking the glass, turning the cloth a light pink around the center. Holding the Ammonia Inhalant under her snout, she suddenly jerked away and threw the bottle at them.
Mr. Bleak side stepped it, but his grandson did not as it smashed into his face.
“AH SHIT!” he yelped, falling out of the room as he screamed in pain.
“What the fuck?!” Scamp yelled, looking around then at him. Eye wide and breathing heavily. Then she saw the little capsule in his wing. “Smelling salts?! WHY?!”
“You’re up now,” he laughed, then frowned as he held out a pill for her. “Take this, I can’t have you drunk right now.”
She took it and ate it, glaring at him. As the pill worked its magic, she stood up.
“Why are you two here?” the angry mare asked as she walked for the door, stepping over Starch as he pulled glass from his face.
“Because I’ve been looking into all this Dojo business,” Mr. Bleak said as he followed her, ignoring Starch as well. “Especially Vicar Belletor.”
“I don’t care anymore,” she muttered, opening her fridge, just to find everything inside of it destroyed, like the rest of the house. “Great.”
“You should care,” he said, standing in the walkway to the kitchen. “There’s a mind manipulator among his group.”
This stopped her as she turned to him. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” he said as Starch stepped up next to him, wiping a bit of blood from his face.
“And most of this town is under their control,” Starch said solemnly.
“Everyone?!” Scamp yelped, eye wide in shock.
“No, not everyone. Lance’s family is immune, and so is one of the kids in Wolverine Kamae.”
“Who?” she asked, taking a seat as the situation hit her.
“Greg’s daughter, Jelly Bean. I thought she was affected in the beginning, but after watching her, I just realized she was just being misled.”
“Which is the manipulator?” she asked evenly, seeming to think of a plan.
“We thought it was the one named Psalm for a long time, but it turns out it's not her. It’s Ollie,” Starch said, getting a nod from his grandfather.
“Yes. We were going to hold off and figure this out without involving you, but after last night, we don’t have a choice now.”
Scamp frowned, eyeing a bottle near her, “yeah, they turned my wife against me. Hey…” she said, starting to smirk, “if we kill this manipulator, would that fix everything?”
“I mean, yes, it would, but I’d rather we figure out what is happening first before going straight for the kill,” Mr. Bleak said, sighing. “I know you want your family back, but we need to play this smart. It’s better to cut the head off the whole snake, and not just the tail.”
She rubbed her face, but nodded.
Mr. Bleak gave a nod as well. “Now Scamp, we have a plan. But it relies on you not leaving this house till tomorrow.”
“What kind of plan?”
Starch cleared his throat, “the kind that’ll bring this all to a head and expose Vicar for what he is. We just can’t mess with anything else right now, and wait.”
“I want to see my daughter,” she said evenly, getting a grimace from both of them.
“I understand, but you just need to wait. If you go out there, there’s a chance Vicar will try and push you further. If he does, and you react, things will slip away and we will lose this one.”
“Well what are you two about to do?” she asked.
“We’re waiting on a spell to finish. Vicar and his crew are not from Equestria, and they are not in their true forms. Normal magic has not revealed their true forms, but we have a solution for this. Just wait for us, can you do that, Scamp?”
She chewed her lip, but nodded.
The two sighed in relief, as they were sure she’d argue with them.
But as they turned, they didn’t see her reach for a half full bottle of liquor.
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“Easy plan,” Blitz said, getting nods from everyone around him. “Any questions?”
“Yeah, do we really gotta do the first part?” Jelly Bean asked, getting frowns from everyone else.
“It’s payback!” a kid yelled.
“But, it’s criminal,” she countered.
“Jelly Bean, stop being a baby and get on our level,” Yolonda said, patting her back.
“If it makes you feel better, you can go with the others,” Blitz said, not wanting to argue.
“Okay,” was her only response.
“Good! Any more questions? No? Then get to it!”
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Nighttime
Spark sighed as he walked around the house, Shayla on his back, enjoying the ride as she acted like she was riding her own personal horse.
Walking through Adry’s and Mr. Bleak’s decently large house, he had to admit, it was easier to babysit Shayla here. Lots more room to run around and deal with her antics.
Mr. Bleak was… somewhere, and Adry and Mallogory had left to go relax and talk. Honestly, he hated this whole situation between Mallogory and Scamp, but at least Shayla was still young enough not to fully understand everything.
A knock at the door got his attention as he trotted through the house.
Already knowing who it should be, he moved for the door and opened, allowing Lilly and a few other Viper Claw members to come into the house.
“Thanks for coming guys,” Spark said as he ushered them into the house.
“What’s the occasion?” Duke Venture asked as he walked around, looking at the decor of the house.
“To talk about what’s happening with Sensei, duh,” Kelmoon said, getting a nod from Spark.
“Pretty much. Things are getting a bit too serious, and we didn’t have class tonight so we couldn’t talk about it,” Spark said as he led them into the main room of the house, which was another living room.
As they all found a place to set, he took note of who was all here: Azure Moon, Blaze, Duke Venture, Ezeria, Flashy Flash, Kelmoon, Lilly, Lightning, Lurka, Mango Loco, and Nova. That’s not all the kids of Viper Claw, but they were the ones who were there every night without fail.
“Now that we’re all here,” Spark began, Shayla letting out a cry and pulling on his mane. “Eh, one minute.”
He took her to her room and laid her in the crib next to Roxxy, who had gone to sleep hours ago on her own. Shayla rolled over on her and fell asleep instantly.
Returning to his friends, he took up his spot in front of them again. “Anyways, as we all know, Sensei Scamp and her wife have been having some… trouble.”
“Yeah, you can say that again,” Ezeria mumbled.
“And it came to a head last night,” he said grimly, getting solemn looks from everyone else. “So, things aren’t looking good right now.”
“Wolverine Kamae has also gotten more aggressive, so that’s not helping things,” Duke Venture added.
“We’re not going to worry about them right now,” Spark said, pacing in front of them. “This meeting is about our plans going forward. Sensei Scamp will probably be out of commission for a bit.”
“I’m sure she’ll give you the keys so we can keep using the Dojo,” Kelmoon offered.
“Maybe, but she could also be using it as a second home if things get bad enough, so we need to figure out a back up, just in case.”
“The park!” Ezeria yelled, getting a few nods.
“Good good, anything else? Anything less public?” Spark asked, looking around.
A knock at the door got his attention, as they weren’t expecting anyone else.
“I got it!” Ezeria yelled, running past Spark and down the little hallway to the front door.
“We could ask around, someone might let us use their-” Nova began, but the sound of a scream was heard as Ezeria came flying down the hallway and into the living room with the rest of them.
“Ezeria?!” Spark yelped, but as he moved to help him, a few other kids stepped out of the hallway, spreading out as they smirked. They all wore the colors of Wolverine Kamae.
“Hello, Spark,” Star Chaser said as he stood at the head of the group, looking absolutely superior as he and his group stared Spark’s down.
The members of Viper Claw jumped up, all shocked at this sudden intrusion.
“Thanks for grouping up, makes this so much easier,” Star Chaser said as he took a step forward, causing everyone else to step forward as well.
“Star Chaser,” Spark said slowly, eyes wide. “What are you doing?!”
“Finishing this,” he said, pointing a hoof at him. “This time there’s no teachers to break up the fight and save you.”
Seeing no way out, Spark and the others lined up, assuming a fighting stance.
“We don’t need to fight,” Spark offered, not wanting to fight.
“Shut up, Stripes,” Blitz laughed.
“Go,” Star Chaser said loudly, causing everyone to surge forward.
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<So, we got some more damage fixed…>
[Bro, she’s too drunk to care right now.]
<... this is so sad…>
[Oh it’s so much worse when you know her background story!]
“Shut up,” I groaned, slamming a hoof into my head to shut the voices up. “Just let me…”
I tripped over myself as I walked into the living room, slamming into the shattered couch face first.
[Fucking hell.]
<Lance has NEVER done anything like this! So I don’t even know how to help!>
[Yeah! Lance drinks for fun! This is not fun!]
I groan as I sit up, the room spinning around me. “I’m out of alcohol…”
<Oh thank God!>
“To the store I go,” I mumbled, trying to stand up.
<Wait no! Stay down!>
[Get this mare some keys!]
<Break shut up! This is serious!>
Someone slammed into the front door, pounding on it and yelling my name.
“What?” I yell back, falling to the side as I tried to get up.
The door opened, since it was never locked, and a filly ran in.
“Jelly Bean!” I laughed, pushing myself back up.
“Scamp! Wolverine Kamae is burning down your Dojo and attacking some of the kids in Viper Claw, right now!” She screamed, panting as she stood in front of me.
I blinked at her for a moment, then my eye went wide, “They’re burning down my Dojo?!”
Trying to get up again, I just slammed face first into the wall.
“Yes! But they’re planning to really hurt the other kids! Star Chaser got something called Ego from Ms. Psalm, and now he’s all strong and scary!”
“Fuck,” I groaned, rolling over and holding up a claw at her. “One moment.” Using the tip of my wing, I shoved it down my throat and then began to vomit all over the wall and floor next to me.
“Oh… ew…” Jelly Bean mumbled, looking away in disgust.
“Yep,” I coughed, standing up and shakily walking to the kitchen, only to find myself lying on the floor again. “I’m out.”
“But they need you!” Jelly Bean yelled, running to me and trying to help me up.
My mind was too far gone at this moment, I couldn’t even get myself into bed in this state.
<You drank too much, idiot!>
[Oh fuck, those kids are fucked!]
“They’ll be fine,” I mumbled, losing consciousness.
“No! The big kids want to put them in the hospital! They’re actually going to hurt them!” she yelled, looking panicked.
“Shit…” I muttered, attempting to get up again, and hitting the fridge.
<She’s passing out! She’s not in her right mind right now!>
[... Wait, she’s not in her right mind! Dawn, help me here!]
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“Oh fuck! It worked!” Break yelled as he took control of Scamp’s body, pushing her mind back like he’d done with Lance many times in the past.
“Scamp?” Jelly Bean asked in a worried tone.
“Oh! Yeah no, I’m Break! I’m kind of in her head right now!” he laughed, causing her to back up. “Wait, I’m going to help! Take me to the kids!”
{Hey… Give me back my body!}
<Scamp calm down. Let Break handle this, he’s not drunk like you are when you’re in control of your body.>
{I don’t give a fuck, I don’t like not having control of myself!}
[I got this, don’t worry!]
{Just grab a pill and take it so I can not be drunk! Then give me control back!}
Jelly Bean watched as Break walked over to the table, pulled out a magic pill and took it, clearing the alcohol from Scamp’s body. But he did not give control back to her.
“Now, to the kids!”
{You asshole!}
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Spark slammed through the wall, flying into the next room and landing on a bed.
Groaning, he jumped up as two kids followed him in as Star Chaser walked towards the hole in the wall, laughing.
“How’d you like this Ego? They said it’s the Protagonist Ego, a transferable Ego that apparently only attaches to those it feels is worthy! And look at me! WORTHY!”
Spark dodged to the left as one of the colts reached him, bucking him across the face and knocking him out. The other colt jumped over his friend and began to exchange blows with Spark, but the striped colt's fighting technique was a bit too unorthodox for him to handle.
With a flurry of hooves, Spark dropped the other kid. Stepping over him, he squared back up with Star Chaser.
Their fight had not been going well for him, as no matter what he did, Star Chaser just got stronger and kept having the upper hand.
Behind him, through the hole in the wall, the other members of Viper Claw were doing their best to handle the onslaught, but they were quickly losing the battle.
“Give up yet?” the royal colt asked in a mocking tone.
Spark spat out some blood, glaring back at him. It didn’t matter if he’d gained some strange power, Spark wasn’t going to just back down, especially when the others needed him.
“There’s the Spark I know,” Star Chaser said as the two approached each other slowly. Star Chaser standing tall and proud, and Spark on his hindlegs, hooves at his side as he glared at his childhood friend.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 69
With a loud crash, Spark flew through yet another wall, making that the tenth time that's happened since the fight began. Pushing through the pain, he stood backup, dry wall and debris falling off of him as he did so.
“Get it through your peasant head!” Star Chaser yelled as he slammed through the wall, shaking the house. “It doesn’t matter how good at Martial Arts you are, I’ll always be a step ahead of you!”
“I don’t care,” Spark spat out, squaring back up again, not backing down.
“Don’t make me finish this,” the royal colt laughed, striking a confident pose. “Despite everything, I like you, Spark. If only you’d been born a royal like me, then we could have been real friends.”
Spark gritted his teeth, staring at his friend. He was used to overcoming obstacles and climbing mountains, but staring at Star Chaser standing there with a confident smirk, he felt he’d finally come to a wall. Something he could not overcome on his own.
But he had to try.
Raising back up, resuming a fighting stance, the royal colt could only laugh.
“Alright. Let’s end this,” Star Chaser chuckled as he shot forward and slammed into Spark, catching him around the midsection and knocking the breath out of him. With a triumphant cheer, he raised Spark into the air easily and then slammed him down onto the ground.
With speed that was impossible to keep up with, Star Chaser slammed both of his front hooves into Spark’s face, then with a laugh, slammed a back leg into his side, sending him flying through a hole in the wall. Yelping loudly, Spark crashed through three other kids and hit the ground, rolling to a stop in the middle of the main living room.
Coughing, he slowly stood up again.
“Spark! Just keep on keepin’ on!” Star Chaser mocked as he jumped into the room.
Duke Venture tried to move on him, but without even looking at him, Star Chaser threw his hoof to the side and sent the young colt flying away.
“Star Chaser, stop this!” Nova yelled out, her body covered in bruises and cuts from the fighting.
“Stand back, Sister,” Star Chaser said, ignoring her as he advanced on Spark.
“This isn’t you!” She yelled, getting between the heavily injured Spark and her brother.
He just frowned as he came to a stop. “Move, or face me.”
With a sad look, she raised herself up, ready to stand up to her brother, “I don’t want to do this, Star.”
“Me either,” he replied with a scowl as he seemed to teleport as he dashed towards her, slamming a leg into her and sending her flying away.
“Star Chaser,” Spark spat out, wavering as he tried to resume a fighting posture. “She’s right, there’s something wrong with you right now. You’d never hurt your sister!”
But the royal colt just rolled his eyes and dashed forward, going for a finishing attack.
“Everyone fucking stop! NOW!” a gruff voice suddenly yelled out, causing all the fighting to come to a grinding halt as everyone turned to see Sensei Scamp standing a hole in the wall that led outside.
“Sensei!” Spark yelled, relief flooding his body. Then he looked closer, then frowned, “Break?!”
“Yo!” Break called back as he jumped into the room, staring everyone down. “Alright little shits, this is over! Go home, now!”
Star Chaser looked around, then back to Break. “... No.”
“The fuck you say to me, little shit?” he yelled, glaring at the royal colt, narrowing Scamp’s eye.
But Star Chaser just smiled, squaring up with him. “How about you go home? You’re out of your league here, you drunk.”
Break growled and stomped towards him.
“Break no, he’s got an Ego that makes him the strongest in anything he does!” Spark warned, but as Break’s eye looked to him, Star Chaser disappeared. Reappearing as he slammed a leg into Break’s face and sent him flying away.
“I said, you’re out of your league, peasant!” Star Chaser laughed as he landed on his four hooves, looking very proud of himself.
“Sensei!” Lilly yelled as a kid tackled her.
All the other members of Wolverine Kamae followed their lead and resumed attacking the other members of Viper Claw.
“Now, where were we, Spark?” Star Chaser said in a mocking tone as he turned back to the injured colt.
“That’s it,” Scamp muttered as she, now in control of her body again, walked back into the room, eye locked on the royal colt. “You want to play with the adults? Then let’s go!”
“You need to learn to-” Star Chaser started, but barely had time to react as she propelled herself into him and slammed a knee right into his snout.
He let out a panicked squeal as she caught his leg as he started to fly back and pulled him right back into her, slamming a mechanical elbow into his face. In one smooth motion, she spun her body and slammed a leg into his side, knocking the air out of him as he flew towards a wall.
Everyone watched in amazement as she shot past him and let him fly into her, his face hitting her fist as she threw a hard punch right for him as he approached. As the fist connected, his momentum carried him into it, causing him to flip over himself and slam straight into the ground next to Scamp.
With a grunt, she slammed a leg down on his chest, pinning him down.
“Stay down, kid!” she yelled, looking absolutely fed up with everything.
The royal colt however, did not stay down. His eyes flared open and he grabbed her hoof, and to her surprise, threw her straight up.
Flying up to meet her, he slammed a hoof into her as she raised her legs and blocked his hit. The power of his hit was still more than she expected and she crashed into the ceiling. As he tried to follow up with another hit, she twisted and caught him off guard with a sudden back leg to the face.
Then everything exploded as she swapped into her raging form and flew after the tumbling away royal colt.
But something strange happened as he righted himself and began to engage in a exchange of blows with the mare. The two blocked and dodged each other, neither landing a hit. The flames and energy bursting from Scamp seemed to increase as she began to break through his guard and get a few hits to his body and face.
Star Chaser yelled in anger as he pushed back, somehow starting to break through her guard and start returning hits of his own.
As the kids watched, it was clear Star Chaser was slowly gaining the upper hand, no matter how much stronger Scamp got, he just followed.
A massive boom filled the room, blowing the roof off of the building as Star Chaser slammed a hoof right into Scamp’s chest, sending her flying straight into the ground and sending debris, furniture, and kids everywhere.
She elegantly jumped back up, preparing to jump back for him.
“ENOUGH!” a booming voice echoed through the area, shaking the house and causing everyone to cover their ears.
Princess Luna landed in the middle of the room, staring at everyone with appsolute fury.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” She bellowed, looking right at her son as he flew above them, looking stunned.
“I-I-” he started, but her magic flared and he appeared in front of her.
“Jelly Bean told me what you were doing tonight!” she yelled, causing everyone to shy away from the pair. “You let those teachers at Wolverine Kamae give you Ego?! What were you thinking?!”
“I-I…” he stammered, no longer looking like the confident colt he’d been earlier. “I had to! I deserved it!”
Luna flared her nostrils as she looked at all the kids, “I will handle all of you later!” With a flash of her horn, all of the kids of Wolverine Kamae were restrained in hoof cuffs.
Then she looked to Scamp and the kids of Viper Claw. “Are you all okay?”
“No!” Ezeria called out, laying on a pile of other kids as he was unable to move after getting a severe beating.
She frowned as she looked around, then looked at Scamp. “Scamp, Jelly Bean also said-”
“I know,” she said as she returned to her normal form. “I’ll handle it.”
Luna gave a nod, then looked back to the kids around her. “In the meantime, I’ll get Calypso and Doc here to help these children.” Her eyes then landed on her daughter, who was limping into the room, face covered in tears to show she’d been crying.
“Which of these fools hurt you, my darling!” she bellowed, her anger returning to its max.
Nova winced and didn’t say anything, but her eyes flicked to Star Chaser, who looked terrified.
Luna noticed the pony she glanced at, then began to shake as she spoke in a scarily calm voice, “what have you done?”
Scamp began to inch for the door, clearly not wanting to be here for this part.
“Scamp, go do what you must,” Luna suddenly said, her eyes locked on her son.
“Eh, yep, on it,” Scamp replied, flaring her wings and flying out through the missing roof.
As she flew away, Spark finally decided it was time, and he collapsed forward onto his face, unconscious.
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I saw it before I was even near my Dojo; the distant glow of a fire.
[Ah, yep, shits fucked alright.]
Letting out a rough sigh, I picked up my speed.
Landing in front of my Dojo, the darkness around me being washed away in flickering flashes, I stared at the massive flames that covered the entire building.
Falling to my flank, I just watched, as there was not a damn thing I could do at this point.
The building groaned and popped as the flames slowly ate away at it. Not long from now, it’d collapse. Till then, I plan to just watch it.
“Sad how you’ve fallen,” Vicar said as he stepped up next to me, staring at the fire as well. “From the hero who stopped the Watcher, to this, just a lonely and sad mare who can only drink away the pain.”
“Yeah, shit sucks,” I say in a bland tone. “You’ve played a good game against me, Vicar. I’ll give you that. Really beat me down to the lowest point in my life, that’s for sure.”
He chuckled, patting my back, “ready to consider the deal?”
“Nah,” I reply, eyes still locked on the flames. “That’ll never happen.”
“Hm,” he muttered, stepping away from me, walking out of my view on my left side. “I’ve never met someone who loves to lose everything over and over again. Bring her back to the mansion.”
{What can you two see?}
<It’s Ollie and Poppy.>
{Ah, that’s who I was hoping for. The Mind Manipulator and the one who can Paralyze.}
“You’re not that smart, Vicar,” I say, standing up and turning to face them as he walked past the two ponies.
“Oh?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder.
“Your overconfidence is a weakness,” I smirked as I locked eyes with him. “I know Ollie can manipulate others.”
A look of shock flashed across his face as the sunglasses caught a glare of light.
“Yep, game’s over,” I say as Poppy’s horn flashed and a beam flew for me. I simply side stepped it and shot towards them.
As I neared them, I exploded as I shifted into my raging form and rocketed right for them.
“Ghala! Get Olivia!” he yelped in a panicked voice.
But I was faster as I flew past the olive mare and landed on the ground, sliding as I spun around and made eye contact with Vicar.
He looked completely taken off guard as he stared at me, then he noticed I was covered in blood, and so was he.
Looking to his side, he saw the now headless body of Ollie stumbling about before collapsing to the ground. Black smoke seemed to pour out of her wounds, raising to the sky slowly.
[...]
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“Point, Scamp,” I said, a smirk on my face as I wiped the blood from my face.
Vicar looked back to me, still shocked.
Poppy tried to fire another beam at me, but I just dodged it and sprang forward, latching onto his face with my sharp teeth and ripped a chunk out of his face.
He screamed in agony as he pushed away from me and took off sprinting away, but he didn't get far as he stumbled and collapsed onto the ground.
I was now standing side to side with Vicar as he and I looked in opposite directions.
“You fucked up, Vicar,” I said calmly, my deep guttural voice seeming to bounce around us. “You messed with my family.”
He didn’t respond right away, just frowned. “Well, this is a nice case of deja vu.”
“We’re not playing anymore. I’m going to kill you and every single one of your men,” I stated.
“Is that so?” he said as he turned his head to me, a smirk on his face. “Sorry, but that won’t be happening today.”
Before he could react, I slammed a hoof into his flank, sending him spinning away from me.
<There! Two buildings down on our left, second floor window, above the door!>
“Good, Dawn,” I say as I shoot straight into the sky, getting out of sight before anyone could trace my trajectory. Then, with speed to rival all others, I rocketed back down towards the specific window Dawn pointed out.
With a massive boom, I crashed through the window and through the entire building, coming out the other side of it holding a now badly beaten Bombee.
A look of shock and surprise was on her face, as it’d all happened in an instant for her. Before she could do anything else, I grabbed her head with my clawed hand and dug them in deep. Then with a roar of my own, I ripped her head from her body, tossing both aside.
Growling, I shot myself backwards, exploding through the building again and coming out on the other side, and continuing till I landed near Vicar as he tried to stand up.
“Make that three points for Scamp,” I sneered, staring him down.
He stood up, looking absolutely enraged as he stared me down. His three most useful pawns were now dead, leaving him stuck with dealing with me with no real back up.
But he just smiled at me. “Good game ender, Scamp. But we’re not done yet.”
As I took a step towards him, he held up his legs. “I surrender.”
“Nope,” I say, glaring at him.
“Everyone freeze!” a voice called out from our left.
Looking over, I frowned as I saw a lone Sheriff's Deputy standing there, his hoof and hoof mounted gun pointed at us.
I look back to Vicar, who just watches me, waiting to see if I’ll do it. But I sigh and shift out of my raging form.
But then the cop turned his gun to Vicar and grabbed his radio, “24-90, I have Vicar Belletor at gunpoint.”
“Ah, looks like Ollie’s Ego has worn off,” Vicar laughed, hooves still up. “They reacted faster than I thought they would though.”
The officer moved forward, keeping his gun on Vicar, “You alright, ma’am?”
I blinked, but gave a nod. “Yeah, just watch him. He’s a tricky bastard.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the Officer said as I heard more sirens in the distance coming our way. “He had all of my department under his spell. We tried to arrest him some time back, but he used some kind of mind control magic on us.”
“That was actually Ollie over there,” Vicar said with a smile, nodding his head to the corpse of said pony.
The Officer looked in that direction, and then Vicar suddenly bolted.
“Suspect fleeing, Officer in pursuit!” the Officer yelled as he and I took off after Vicar.
The tall coward ran around the corner of a building.
“Let me go ahead, just in case!” I yelled as I sprinted ahead, rounding the corner.
Just to find Vicar standing there, hooves up again. “I surrender.”
I glared at him, looking around, but seeing nothing out of place. “Why’d you run just to surrender here?!”
He just smiled at me and held out his hooves.
The Officer quickly moved forward and placed hoof cuffs on him, then pushed him to the ground roughly.
As the cop began to read him his rights, patting him down, I looked around again. Something felt… off.
More cops arrived, moving towards us quickly.
“Just know,” Vicar laughed, “I used Ollie to control the other members of Wolverine Kamae, as well as the teachers.”
“I don’t believe you,” I say, shaking my head at him.
But he just smiled at me, looking at the body camera of the Officer.
[That’s game, bitch!]
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 70
I watched as the police put Vicar into the back of a caged wagon and began to cart him off, leaving me standing there with the other cops walking around me, processing the scene.
I’d given my statement a few times, as there were three dead bodies and two destroyed buildings. Firefighter Pegagus had arrived and used a few rain clouds to put out the fire, leaving my Dojo just a smoldering heap of smoking wood now.
“Scamp!” I heard a familiar voice call, causing me to wince. Turning, I saw Mallogory sprinting towards me.
“Mallo!” I yelped as she neared me. “I had to! They!-”
She swept me off my hooves and pulled me into a tight embrace, “I am so fucking sorry!”
I blinked in confusion, then saw that the black smoke was no longer coming for her head. This caused me to relax and melt into her. “It wasn’t your fault…”
She pulled back and pulled me into a passionate kiss, causing me to fall away into bliss.
“I still said those things to you!” she cried softly as she broke the kiss.
“Shhh,” I said quietly, putting a wing tip to her mouth. “Shut up, love,” I pulled her back into another kiss, just happy and relieved to have her back.
“Ma’am, a few more questions, if you don’t mind,” another Officer asked as he walked up.
“Ah, yep,” I said, leaning back and giving a wink to Mallogory. “Coming.”
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“What the hell did we just do?” Blitz asked as he and his friends sat around the table in the Wolverine Kamae Dojo, their celebration cut short as it felt like everything had lifted from them, clearing their minds. After that, they’d just sat around for a few minutes in silence, just looking at each other in shock.
“We’re going to jail, guys,” a colt muttered, looking at his hooves. “Oh Celestia…”
“Why did we do that?! Was something making us?!” Hardhoof yelled, jumping up and looking panicked.
They all groaned and whined for a few more minutes, asking the same questions over and over again.
Then, the doors to the Dojo burst open and someone walked in.
“Sensei Kal?!” Butch yelped, seeing the stallion rush in.
“Why are you wearing Sunglasses suddenly? It’s night time?” Blitz asked, confused as he watched the Sensei run for the stairs leading to the Head Sensei’s office.
“Everyone leave, now!” Sensei Kal yelled, startling all of them as they got up and ran for the doors.
With a loud crash, Kal kicked the door open and rushed in, moving for the desk.
“Polmont?!” Psalm yelped as she lay on the couch in the office. Then she sighed and laid back down, “Oh, it’s just you.”
“That little cunt!” Kal roared, digging through the desk and picking up an item, pressing it to his body, causing it to fuse into him. Now with access to his personal pocket dimension, he opened it and reached in.
“She finally beat you?” Psalm muttered, her back to Kal as she lay on the couch. Domitor rolled out from under the couch, forcing the docile gator Jerry to wrestle with him.
“Shut up!” he yelled, then glared at the colt and gator playing. “And get my kid back under control! Things are about to get complicated, and I don’t need him acting like this!”
“Yeah,” she mumbled, rolling over and snatching the young colt and hugging him to her body as she returned to facing the cushions of the couch. The young colt whined and screamed as he fought to get away, but eventually gave in and laid there, glaring up at the ceiling.
“I need to change my base form for a bit. All of ours,” he said, pulling out a few runes.
“Can I be a different species this time?” she asked, showing a bit more interest than normal.
Kal growled. “Sure, what do you want to be?!”
“A cat lady,” Psalm said in a quiet voice.
“... Sure, why not. Cat lady for you, and I guess to make it funny, I’ll be a damned MUTT!” he roared.
“It’d fit you,” she replied, no longer showing an interest in the situation.
He grumbled as he glared at her back, but then he placed the runes down as the other remaining members of his crew rushed into the office.
“Changing base forms?! I want to be-” Lemon Tape began, but was cut off by Kal.
“NO! No one else is getting to choose! We’re all going to be damn cats, and you’re going to deal with it!”
“What about-”
“He’s staying as is, I’ve already fixed him before we even arrived here!”
Glaring at each of them, he flashed into his base form, followed by all of them.
“Excellent, let’s get this over with.”
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July 5th 12 A.B.
The next morning
“That’s underwhelming,” I muttered as I held Vicar’s mugshot. His sunglasses were no longer on in this picture, with bland and tired eyes just staring back.
“Eh, maybe so, but with all the shit he’s done, he ain’t coming out of this in a good position,” Greg said, holding his daughter as she slept on him as he wheeled himself around the dinner.
It’d been a long night for everyone, as most hadn’t been able to sleep after having to deal with their kids and each other. The entire town had indeed been under some form of mind manipulation, with all of them coming to their senses at the same time.
But something good came out of it.
I smiled as I looked around at all my friends, who were now no longer giving me side glances.
The best part, however… Mallogory and Shayla.
Snuggling into Mallogory, I let out a happy sigh, our daughter rolling around on the ground with Roxxy.
“I just can’t believe no one noticed,” Lance said, followed by Mr. Bleak chuckling.
“Oh, my boy, I noticed right after the school fight. Something felt off so I investigated,” he then looked at me. “I had a plan, but our good friend Scamp here seemed to have other plans.”
“Yeah, kinda couldn’t just let those kids hurt each other,” I chuckled, rolling my eyes. “But we won, so it doesn’t matter.”
“Hmm, quite,” he said with a nod. “Well, the good news is the spell will be ready today, so we can use it to reveal all of their true forms. Maybe then we can start making sense of all this mess.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” I mutter, laying my head under Mallogory’s chin.
Lance smiled at us, “It’s a relief to see you two back to normal.”
Everyone nodded in agreement, smiling at us. This just caused me to blush and pull the blanket over Mallogory’s legs up over my face.
“Ah!” Spark yelled as he suddenly came to in a booth.
“It’s okay, honey!” Twilight yelled as I pulled the blanket down and saw her rushing to his side, comforting him.
“What happened?!” he asked, looking around in shock. Then his eyes landed on me and Mallogory.
I smirked at him and gave him a thumbs up, “We got him kid.”
“... Vicar?” he asked, seeing all the smiling faces of everyone around him. “Oh thank Celestia,” he groaned as he laid back down, letting Twilight tuck him in.
“And someone will owe you an apology once I’m done with him,” Luna said as Star Chaser stood by her, still looking just as terrified as he had been the night before. He hadn’t spoken a word since we’d all arrived at the dinner, which was fine with me.
I’m still not sure how much of his actions were his own and not mind manipulation. Because as far as we can tell, it was not mind control. All they did was block and change a few memories, and implanted a few thoughts to keep everyone playing their game.
The moment I killed Ollie, or Olivia as Vicar had called her, everyone regained control of themselves and their memories. The Sheriff’s Department immediately jumped into action, which was lucky for the one Deputy who was already enroute to the Dojo fire.
Which just left the rest of the teachers at Wolverine Kamae. Surprisingly, none of them ran. They all immediately went to the police and reported they’d been under mind manipulation.
Very likely story.
[They’re definitely just lying to cover their ass’s!]
<Of course they are! But it won’t work!>
It didn’t matter to be honest. Even if the police believed that lame story, I’d never let them get away with anything else again. Going forward, I’m done playing ‘nice’ or doing things the ‘right way’. If I see a threat that needs killing, then I’m doing it.
[Hell yes!]
<Well, I’d suggest you->
[Shut up, pussy! Let the Maestro of Death do her thing!]
I just rolled my eyes as I watched everyone talk.
Slowly my eyes drifted back to Vicar’s mugshot, causing a frown to appear on my face.
“So is this the end of Viper Claw?” Kelmoon asked as she stepped up to me.
I looked at the little filly as she stood there, her confident face staring back at me expectantly.
A smile graced my face. “Hell no, kid, losing the Dojo didn’t kill Viper Claw. We’re going to resume classes somehow till a new Dojo is built.”
She smiled widely at me and ran off to tell a few others what I’d said.
“Can…” Jelly Bean began, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as Greg wheeled by us.
“Can you join?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. She nods, so I just chuckle, “Of course, Jelly Bean. You’re welcome to join us.”
“Even after everything I did?” she pressed, ears flat.
Rolling my eyes, I just lean forward and ruffle up her mane, “forget about all that. It was Wolverine Kamae influence and peer pressure, you’d never have done those things otherwise.”
This seemed to relax her as she laid back down on Greg as he gave me a thankful smile.
“So the Equine Championship Tournament is still on for us?” Spark asked from his booth, looking across the room at me.
I just gave a sharp nod, “Yep! We’ll need to pick the two best students from Viper Claw to enter, so we’ll figure that out.”
He smiled back at me and gave a little salute with his wing.
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October 10th 12 A.B.
3 months later
“Shayla! Stop that!” I yelled as I jumped from the park bench and ran towards my daughter as she ran from kid to kid, grabbing them and flipping them over her shoulder, laughing like a little maniac. “Stop!”
She sprinted off as I ran to each kid, helping them up, following after her.
Mallogory sprinted past me as I helped each kid and jumped for our daughter, catching her before she got to another kid.
“What have we told you?!” Mallogory scowled as she walked back towards me as I helped the last kid up.
“Young filly, I’m not teaching you things like that so you can go and use them on others!” I snapped, just getting a smile in response from my little hellion.
“Face it, Scamp,” Mallogory chuckled, holding the struggling filly, “she’s going to be like us and theres nothing we can do about it.”
“I wasn’t this bad as a kid,” I muttered.
“Oh I was,” she laughed. “I bullied all the other kids when I was young.”
“I’m not surprised,” I said with a smirk as Shayla broke from her grip and ran for the swing sets.
Mallogory nodded, then frowned, “hey!”
I stuck my tongue out at her and flew back to the bench where all of our stuff was set up.
As I landed, I pulled out my phone and began to scroll through a few notifications.
Mallogory plopped down next to me and threw her legs up on the bench, putting her back to my side as we both scrolled through our phones.
“Huh, looks like a new gang of Bronies got taken down in Manehattan,” she said as she read a news article.
“Ah, brings back memories,” I chuckled, swiping by news article after news article. Then one caught my eye. “Well shit.”
“What?”
I read through some of it and rubbed my temple. “The court case is settled already.”
“Wow, that was faster than I expected,” she said, her frown clear in her voice. “Did he get charged?”
“Yep, he plead guilty to all charges and will be in prison for two life sentences.”
She chuckled, “at least they took it all serious. I was worried we’d have to be called as witnesses or something.”
“Things are pretty simple when they plead guilty on day one,” I muttered, not liking the situation. He has to have some kind of endgame here. Just getting arrested? Going to prison? Makes zero sense.
“I’m just surprised all of his teachers, outside of the ones you killed, were just cat people he’d enslaved,” she muttered, still reading.
“I still don’t buy it,” I said, getting her to look back at me.
“You heard Mr. Bleak, he said the revealed true self spell worked and when he used it on all of them, they were just simple cat folk. The spell is foolproof.”
“Fool proof according to him,” I said, looking at the picture of what was apparently Vicar’s true form; just a simple human with nothing remarkable about them. I just don’t buy it.
“Well you’ve looked into them, and all they’ve been doing now is ignoring us and continuing to run Wolverine Kamae. Just now, ya know, not like a cult that teaches the kids to attack others,” she said, returning to her phone. “Just let Mr. Bleak and Starch keep an eye on them, no need to worry yourself. Besides,” she leaned backwards, putting her head in my lap, “you promised you’d focus on your family going forward.”
I just smiled and bopped her on the face with my hoof, causing her to glare at me, “I can do both. I’m not going to let something like last time happen to us again.”
This caused her to look unhappy as the memories returned to her.
“Sorry, babe,” I said, placing a hoof on her forehead and taking her hand in mine.
We just smiled at each other as I heard a kid scream for help. Looking up, I saw Shayla throwing another kid over her shoulder.
“Damn it, Shayla!”
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 71
December 9th 12 A.B.
“Thirty minutes till Round One begins,” the announcer said over the P.A.
Spark groaned as he walked around in front of me and Nose Ring as I helped her tie on her gloves.
“Oh… what if... No what if they… no no, what if…” he muttered, running his hoof through his hair.
“Spark,” I say simply, causing him to stop and look at me. “Stop worrying.”
“But, this is serious! All the best Martial Artists are here!” he said, starting to pace again.
“Spark!” I snapped, “You have fought worst. This will be a cakewalk for you.”
He frowned, but stopped pacing at least.
“You don't see Nose Ring here panicking,” I chuckled, finishing with her gloves.
“Actually, I’m terrified,” she admitted.
I slapped her on the shoulder, giving her a nod, “that’s normal! You’re both about to go up against others who have been training for years, while you’ve only had a year of training. Usually pretty hopeless.”
“... Sensei, that doesn’t help at all!” Spark yelped, but I stood up and pulled him over to me as I grabbed each of them by the shoulder.
“But you two are Viper Claw!” I exclaimed, giving them an award winning smile. “Our style is unorthodox and no one knows how to handle us! So no matter what or who you face, you’ll kick their ass! Especially in a match with all these rules where you just gotta tap them to get a point.”
“So we got this?” Nose Ring asked.
“You fucking got this,” I chuckled, pulling them into a group hug. Then I shoved them both back, “Now go wait for me at the staging area. I gotta handle something.”
They both smile confidently back at me and give a bow.
As they walked out of the door, I chuckled. I was proud of those two.
<Question; why do you always think ‘this is my award winning smile!’ everytime you smile like that?>
[You need to watch her memories, bro. It’s all there!]
<I will not do such a thing!>
I just laugh, rolling my eyes.
{Well, Dawn, I actually was in a beauty contest as a kid, and I won ‘Best Smile’.}
<OH! An award winning smile! I get it!>
{Now, you two said you had it figured out?}
[Oh fuck yeah, wanna come in?]
{Go for it.}
ooo000<^>000ooo
I looked around the void of my mind, seeing Break and Dawn standing by my memory bank.
“So, we’re finally good?” I asked, walking up to them.
“We’ve been good for a few weeks, actually,” Dawn admitted, but sighed, “mostly. We have it all back, there’s just five seconds we can’t recover.”
“Just five seconds? That’s amazing! I can live without those five seconds,” I said, very excited to finally be ‘fixed’. Brain damage never heals, but at least the effects will be lessened with their help.
“Yeah but those five fucking seconds are weird,” Break muttered.
“How so?”
“Well,” Dawn began, tapping away at the console, “you seemed to have a massive emotional reaction in those five seconds that sent your body into overdrive. But we can’t figure it out. Those five seconds are just… gone now. Your brain apparently got so overloaded that when you received a final hit to the head, it just… erased that small amount of time.”
I just shrug and reach over them, hitting play. “Might as well see what I can then.”
The scene around us changed to the only recovered memory I haven’t seen yet.
We watched as past me walked up to the doors to Wolverine Kamae and kicked the door open, stepping in.
The scene played out pretty much as it had been described to me by the kids who had been there. Right up till Vicar suddenly lost his cool and started shaking his head around as he became very animated with his movements.
Then he slung his head to the side as he yelled ‘Break her, now!’, causing his sunglasses to fall off. Then the scene seemed to glitch as we skipped to me getting punched in the face.
“What? That is what caused my body to overload? Nothing even happened!” I said, looking around the room as the scene played out. Vicar was walking down the stairs, fuming as he adjusted his mane and sunglasses.
“That’s what we can’t figure out, nothing seems to happen. He just yells for them to break you, then the scene just jumps five seconds ahead.
“Something happened…” I muttered as the scene continued.
After it finished, I hit the play button again. “I need to see this again.”
ooo000<^>000ooo
I came out of the memories, frowning. I rewatched that scene multiple times, but I couldn’t figure out what was so traumatic that it broke my brain.
That would just have to be something I work on going forward I guess.
<I’m sorry we couldn’t get all of it back, Scamp.>
{It’s alright, thank you two for everything.}
[As much as I love ya, Scamp, I can’t wait to get back to Lance after we get back to New Ponyville. I miss taking control of his dumbass.]
<Honestly I’m going to miss you, Scamp.>
[… Yeah, me too. You’re the most badass chick I’ve ever met! Hell , most badass person I’ve ever met!]
{Thank you, guys. You’ve really grown on me, so I’m actually going to miss you.}
Stepping out of the little room we’d been given as a dressing area, I saw I was alone in the hallway. A cheering crowd could be heard down to the left, which is where I needed to be heading.
But as I walked down the hall, a door up ahead opened and Kal, the new Head Sensei of Wolverine Kamae stepped out of a room. I just glared at him as I approached, taking note he was in his pony form and not his cat form.
“Ah! Sensei Scamp, I didn’t know if I’d…”
“Cut the act,” I say as I pass him.
“Are you ever going to let us live down being slaves of Vicar?” he asked, following after me as he adjusted his stupid goggles.
“No, because I know you weren’t ‘slaves of Vicar’, you just didn’t want to go down with him,” I say, getting a frown from him.
“Have we not proven we are not like him? We’ve actually trained our Students to NOT be bullies and attack others. We’re not the same as we were under him,” he said in his defense.
But I remained unconvinced.
“Say whatever you want, I’m still watching you,” I said as I picked up my pace, leaving him behind.
“As long as you give us a chance!” He called after me, but I didn’t acknowledge him further.
Once I stepped out into the main arena of the complex we were in, I saw they were getting ready to start round one.
Nose Ring and Spark stood in the staging area, looking nervous as they watched everyone walk around them.
“You two pumped?” I asked, stepping up to them.
“Yes, Sensei,” they both responded.
“I’m just…” Spark said, looking around at the much more impressive looking competitors, who wore Gi’s covered in logos and awards.
“Don’t focus on them,” I say as I stomp my hoof, causing them both to twist to face me, standing at attention. “Alright, I promised you two that I’d have something for you if you agreed to be the two fighters for Viper Claw.”
They looked excited as I stepped up to Spark.
“I present to you,” I say, grabbing the top of his Gi’s front sleeves, “sleeveless Gi’s!”
With a hard yank, I pulled down hard on his Gi’s sleeves, attempting to rip them off in one movement, but all I achieved was slamming my student face first into the ground. The sleeves were still fully attached to the Gi.
“OOO!” I yelped, pulling him up and dusting him off as he looked at me with a dazed look. “Shit, kid! These Gi’s are really well made!”
“It’s okay, Sensei,” he mumbled, rubbing his snout.
I opened my pocket dimension and pulled out two pre-cut sleeveless Gi’s, with the Logo more prominent on their backs.
“That’s fine,” I said, handing them out to them. “The ripping off your sleeves was just supposed to be symbolic, these are your real presents.”
“Sensei Scamp!” Spark exclaimed, holding out his new Gi, a wide smile on his face.
“You two have earned them,” I said with a wide smile as they quickly changed.
“Competitors!” a voice boomed from above us. “Step up to the mat with your number! Round one begins in two minutes!”
“Alright you two,” I say, giving each a punch to the shoulder, “go out there and hit them with the claws!”
They give a bow and quickly rush to their designated mats. All around them were many other competitors doing the same. The arena was massive, big enough for all fights to happen at once. Which would be needed since there were so many fighters.
I moved to an area where I could watch both of them.
Nose Ring was up against some decently sized stallion, while Spark was against a pony his size.
Fair match ups in my opinion.
As the bell rang, the area exploded into controlled chaos.
Spark didn’t move as his opponent ran at him, only to get kicked in the face as he neared.
“Point!” the Referee for his fight yelled.
On Nose Ring’s side she dove between the legs of her opponent and punched his flank as she came out behind him.
“Point!”
Oh yeah, this was going to be an easy win for them.
They both lined up to continue the fight, as it was first to three wins.
But they had similar results as they easily scored the remaining points against their opponents.
[They got this in the bag!]
ooo000<^>000ooo
“Come on, Spark!” I yelled as he dodged and weaved around his opponents' attacks.
“Get him!” Nose Ring yelled from next to me as we watched the fight. She’d been knocked out of the tournament while facing someone else with a strange fighting style, which is who Spark was currently facing.
We were now in the Semi-finals, and the fight was two to two.
Spark blocked a hit from the pony as he dived to the right, slamming a back leg into their chest as he did so.
“Point!”
“That’s my fucking boy!” I yelled, getting a lot of frowns from those around me.
He rushed down to me, out of breath. “I got ‘em!”
“Yeah you did!” I laughed as I gave him a Replenishment Biscuit, the item passed out to all Sensei’s to make sure their students are at one hundred percent before each fight.
He munched on it, looking excited as we turned to see who his opponent would be.
Now that we were near the end, they’d moved to one fight at a time.
I frowned, as I knew who the winner would be.
And not that much later, I was proven right as Star Chaser won three to zero, which is how he’d won all of his fights today.
“Remember Spark, you don’t have to win,” Nose Ring assured him.
“Nah, get in there and score one point for me,” I say, slapping his back.
Everyone realigned as the final round was announced.
Stepping up to the mats, I gave Spark a nod as he walked out and took his place.
Across the mat, Kal was giving Star Chaser a pep talk.
[Kal isn’t as bad as Vicar, but those fucking goggles are pissing me off!]
<Why, Break?>
[Goggles are OUR thing! Lance wears goggles and makes them look good! This guy just looks like a dork!]
Star Chaser stepped out and took his place.
The Referee made a chopping motion with his hoof, causing the two to start inching towards each other.
Wolverine Kamae had ‘borrowed’ a few of my techniques, namely fighting from the hindlegs. It was annoying, but they didn’t focus on fighting that way, so I could live with it.
Being the more aggressive one, Star Chaser advanced on Spark and opened up with a flurry of attacks, scoring a point right away as he broke through Spark’s guard.
“Point! Wolverine Kamae!”
They reset and started moving towards each other again.
Nearing each other again, Star Chaser pressed forward and laid into Spark’s guard.
“Come on, Spark!” I yelled, just as a hoof connected with his face.
“Point! Wolverine Kamae!”
“Time!” I called out, causing the Ref to hold up his hoof, sending the two kids back to their corners.
“I can’t see his attacks coming, Sensei!” Spark said, looking dejected.
“Stop watching for his attacks,” I say back, using a rag to wipe sweat from his face. “They’re all about aggression over there, while we’re more defensive and countering. Try focusing on attacking and applying pressure.”
“Yes, Sensei,” he says, giving me a bow as he returns to the mat.
As the Ref threw his hoof out, the match continued.
Just as before, the two advanced on each other. The royal colt began his usual attacks, laying into Spark’s defenses, but as he struck out for another point scoring hit, Spark sprang backwards. Performing a backflip, his back hoof caught Star Chaser in the jaw as he flipped backward. With absolute grace, he landed on all fours, facing the royal colt.
“Point! Viper Claw!”
“YES! YES!” I cheered, jumping up and down with excitement.
This seemed to shake Star Chaser to his core as they reset.
Advancing a bit slower now, they walked towards each other. But this time Spark was the one to apply the pressure, punching and kicking at Star Chaser’s blocks till he landed a solid hit on the other colt's chest.
“Point! Viper Claw!”
The crowd erupted in cheers, but I was louder as I screamed in excitement.
“Time!” Kal called out.
“Did you see that?!” Spark asked, looking very proud of himself.
“Hell yes!” I yelled, dabbing at his face with the towel. “But don’t get ahead of yourself. His confidence was shaken, but now he’ll probably be back to his normal self after his Sensei gives him a pep talk. That’s how this shit goes at least.”
“I can do this,” he said, giving me a sharp nod.
“I know you can, now get to it!” I exclaimed as he turned and moved back to his spot.
“Begin!”
The two inched forward, staring each other down. Just as I predicted, Star Chaser no longer looked off guard, now back to his confident self.
As usual, Star Chaser started the fight, leaping forward and slamming a hoof into Spark’s guard. The two began to throw punches and kicks at each other, moving all over the mats as they did so. Neither one was able to get through the other's guard, but it was clear that Star Chaser was starting to get the upper hand.
[It’s that fucking Ego! It’s basically cheating!]
Spark caught one of Star Chaser’s hoof and threw him over himself, slamming the other colt into the ground. But as he tried to bring his hoof down on the downed colt, he rolled away, barely dodging.
Jumping back to his hooves, the royal colt dashed forward, almost landing another hit on Spark as he barely got his legs up in time to catch the hit.
With a roar, Star Chaser slammed a back leg into Spark’s raised legs, sending him sliding back, almost causing him to trip and fall. The royal colt followed after him, hitting his guard with increasingly stronger hits.
“Break out, Spark!” I yelled, watching as he started to falter. Then he was kicked back a bit as he blocked yet another kick, leaving him far enough away to counter attack. “Sweep the leg!”
Star Chaser moved towards him, standing on his hindlegs as he prepared for a final assault on Spark. But the striped colt just stared back with determination as he dove under a punch, falling to the ground and performing a sweeping kick, taking the royal colt off of his hooves.
As he crashed into the ground, Spark rolled and performed an elbow strike to his chest.
“Match point! Viper Claw!”
“That’s my motherfucking boy!” I roared as I rushed forward and picked him up as he climbed to his hooves. I held him high above me as everyone rushed forward, screaming their own forms of congratulations.
“I-I won!” Spark exclaimed, looking more shocked than excited.
“Yeah you did!” I yelled up at him as I spun us around, holding him by his waist as he threw his legs out, cheering for himself.
Below our celebration, I caught the sight of Star Chaser dejected walking towards Kal, who looked displeased, but seemed to be trying to contain his anger.
But right now wasn’t about them, it was about Spark!
ooo000<^>000ooo
“Let me see it again!” Nose Ring exclaimed as she reached out for the trophy again.
“You just held it!” Spark whined, but relented and let her hold it.
I just chuckled as I went over the paper work I’d been given by the Equestria Martial Arts Association.
<Congratulations on becoming an official Dojo, Scamp!>
{Ye, thanks buddy.}
As the two kids celebrated and I went over paperwork, someone opened the door to our train cabin.
Kal stepped in, smiling at us. HIs little gator pet, Jerry, at his feet.
“Yes?” I asked, not even turning to face him.
“I wanted to congratulate you all on your victory,” then he turned to Spark. “And you, for those amazing skills you demonstrated out there.”
“Oh, erm, thank you,” Spark replied nervously.
“Thanks, that it?” I ask, side eyeing him.
“Yes, that would be it,” he said as he stepped back, but the little docile gator remained.
“Hey,” I called after him. “You forgot your pet.”
I looked at Jerry, our eyes meeting. I glared at the little guy as he stared back at me, neither of us blinking as we entered into a staring contest of sorts. Then, unexpectedly, his tongue shot out and licked his eye, proving he was just a dumb gator.
Standing up I pushed him out of our cabin, not liking the blank stare he had on his face. But as I pulled my hoof back after pushing him out, he suddenly snapped at me, catching my hoof in his tiny jaws.
“Ah! You little shit!” I yelp, grabbing him with my mechanical paw and stepping out into the hall.
“Kal!” I yell, getting him to turn around as he was walking down the aisle of the train. “Take your fucking pet with you!”
With a grunt, I threw the little menace at Kal, who just caught him with a hoof and smiled back at me.
“Sorry about that, Scamp.”
“Sure you are,” I growl as I step back into our cabin and slam the door.
“Are you okay, Sensei?” Nose Ring asked as I sat down and looked at my lightly bleeding hoof.
“Yeah, the little shit just got me good apparently,” I grumbled as I opened my pocket dimension and pulled out a bandage, wrapping it around my leg for now. “I fucking hate gators.”
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 72
January 5th 15 A.B.
Three years later
I stepped outside holding another tray of cupcakes, smiling as I watched the kids run around the party, weaving through the adults. Walking over to the main table, I placed the tray down, causing all the kids to rush to me and begin devouring the cupcakes.
“Damn kids, you’re acting like no one feeds you,” I chuckle, watching them take all the cupcakes and run off again, leaving a clean plate.
“Guess we need more snacks,” Lance commented as he walked over.
“That was it,” I replied, turning to him and rolling my eyes. “Little monsters.”
“They’re not that bad,” he laughed, looking around at the party around us. “Time sure does fly, doesn’t it?”
“Yep,” I frowned as I looked at my daughter as she gathered up a few of her friends and took off. “I just can’t believe she’s four already.”
He nodded in understanding as he looked at the banner above us. ‘Happy 4th Birthday, Shayla!’.
“Well you’re lucky,” he began, “you and your family are immortals, so it's not like you’ll have to worry about wasting time.”
“True,” I mumbled, still not use to the idea even after all this time. “Thanks to Bronwyn, Mallogory has her Sempiternal Body now, so I guess the only thing left to do is just live our lives.”
“Pretty boring huh?” he asked, smirking at me.
“It’s deathly boring,” I admitted, then laughed, “but I wouldn’t have it any other way. My wife and kid make everything worth it.”
Lance stepped forward and gave me a tight hug, “I’m so happy for ya, Scamp.”
“Thanks, Lance,” I said, squeezing him extra hard, causing him to let out a gasp.
“Okay, too tight!” he yelped, but I just snickered and squeezed harder. “SCAMP!”
ooo000<^>000ooo
“Come on, guys!” Shayla called out as she led her little crew of friends away from the party and into town.
“Where are you taking us now?!” Flippy Dew, Cody and Ditzy’s daughter, asked as they ran down the street together.
“Trust me!” was all Shayla yelled back.
“Last time you said that, we all got in trouble for almost burning down our house,” Nightstreak yelled back, looking at his sister Summer Breeze who had the same look as him. They were the fraternal twins of Fluttershy and Shadow Breeze.
“That was different!” Shayla called back, jumping over a fence and continuing forward. “It was your dad's fault! He shouldn’t have left those cool toys out!”
“Those were his Traveler tools, not toys!” Summer Breeze yelled back as they all jumped the fence, following after her.
“Are we going to get in trouble for whatever we’re about to do?” Roxxy asked, looking at Shayla, who was basically her sister.
“Nah!” was the only response she got.
“Whatever we’re doing,” Dude said as he performed a flip over a table they were passing, “I just hope it involves parkour!”
“Can’t we just do something normal for once? Like going to the movies or the park?” Flippy Dew asked, almost tripping over her hooves.
“That’s boring shit!” Shayla yelled as she came to a halt suddenly, causing all of her friends to run into her and bounce off as she held her ground, her claws digging into the cobblestone below them. “We’re here!”
“What? Here?” Summer Breeze asked, frowning.
“Didn’t your moms tell you to let this one go?” Roxxy asked, shaking her head at her sister.
“Yes,” Shayla admitted, but smirked, “but he gave me a melted ice cream sandwich, and refused to refund me or give me another! So this is just justified revenge!”
“This is just going to escalate things…” Flippy Dew muttered as they all crouched down behind a small wall.
“Well he started it, so I’m just returning the favor!” Shayla replied as she peeked over the wall and saw the Ice Cream van coming to a stop at its usual spot.
“What are we going to do?” Dude asked as he pulled out a piece of taffy rope and began to chew on it.
“Just a little payback, then we can go back to the party!” Shayla assured her friends, who just looked at her with uncertainty.
“This never ends well…” Flippy dew mumbled as she rubbed her face.
“We got this,” Shayla said as she held her hand out. “Ready guys?”
“We really need to come with a name for our crew,” Dude said, putting his hoof down on top of hers.
Shayla smirked as the others put their hooves down on hers as well, “Yeah? You’re right, we do need a name.” The sounds of someone screaming for ice cream got her mind back on track. “We’ll figure that out later. For now, we gots a mission to accomplish! Break!”
They all threw their hooves in the air and moved as one as they followed Shayla while she crouch walked around the wall.
“He knows I’m pissed at him, so he can’t see me,” Shayla said as they got closer to the Ice Cream Van.
“What’s the plan?” Dude asked, using his horn to keep shoving taffy into his mouth.
“Same plan as the time we raided the Game’s store,” she replied with a wink.
“Ah, lost filly with a hurt wing,” Roxxy muttered, causing Flippy Dew to groan.
“I hate that bit…” she grumbled, but everyone continued on anyway.
“Go!” Shayla exclaimed as she jumped into the air and flew up above the van, taking her position.
Dude, Nightstreak, and Summer Breeze moved to the back of the van and just stood there, acting like they were looking at the menu.
Roxxy moved into the small crowd of kids who were waiting in line to get their own ice cream.
“Perfect,” Shayla muttered as she saw Flippy Dew standing out of sight, holding her wing in her hooves as she prepared to perform her special talent. With a light pull, she saw her dislocate her wing and let it hang at her side.
Rubbing dirt into her face, the little filly stumbled out of hiding and moved towards the Ice Cream Van, crying loudly.
All the kids turned to see the dirty and hurt filly as she approached.
“Where’s my mommy?!” she wailed, putting on the water works.
“What’s this then?” the Ice Cream Stallion yelled, leaning out and seeing the hurt filly stumbling towards them. “Ah horseapples.”
“Come on,” Shayla muttered as she watched him lean back into his van. “Come on, ya asshole.”
The van shook as he stomped through it and opened the side door, stepping out and moving towards Flippy Dew, who was screaming about her ‘broken’ wing.
“YES!” she hissed as she performed a roll in the air and flew at an angle backwards, and with absolute grace, she flew through the open window on the van. She now stood in there with access to everything she could ever want.
Moving quickly, she rushed to the back of the van and unlocked the two back doors, pushing them open to reveal her three friends looking in at her. She gave them a thumbs up as she rushed to one of the freezers and opened it, lifting out a carton of treats.
As quickly as she could, she began to slide them across the floor to her waiting friends, who picked them up and started stacking them on themselves. Dude used his magic to speed up the process.
Glancing outside, she saw that Roxxy was trying to ‘help’ the Ice Cream Stallion figure out how to help Flippy Dew, but all she was doing was wasting his time as she kept asking stupid questions and making terrible suggestions.
“Going well,” Shayla muttered, opening another freezer and sliding the boxes towards her friends.
“That’s all we can carry!” Dude hissed at her.
“Gotcha!” she whispered back. She began to grab as many as she could in her own claws, wanting to get as many as she could.
“OH! Maybe her mom is around the corner! And we should GET OUT there and find her?” Roxxy’s voice suddenly yelled outside, the meaning clear to Shayla as she moved for the back of the van.
“Oi!” the voice of the Ice Cream Stallion yelled from the front of the truck, just as she was about to step outside.
“Shit,” she muttered, turning to see him glaring at her.
“What do you think… YOU!” he roared, moving towards her quickly. “You’re the little filly who threw her melted ice cream in my face!”
“YEP!” Shayla laughed as she sprang backwards, throwing a box of frozen treats into his face. This didn’t stop him, just distract him for a second, which is all she was trying to do as she threw another box at his hooves. With a yelp, he stepped on the box and lost his balance as the cardboard slid out from under him and caused him to crash into the ground.
“Later, stinky!” she yelled as she jumped out of the van and took to the sky, leaving the scene of the crime.
As she flew away, she saw her friends running below her, all moving as fast as they could.
ooo000<^>000ooo
“What’d I tell ya guys!” Shayla laughed, ripping open another frozen treat and tossing the paper onto the massive pile between them as they all sat in a circle eating their haul. The windows to the little club house they were in was covered, blocking out the sun and only allowing in a small amount of light.
“I mean, he saw you, so he’ll get you in trouble,” Roxxy pointed out, but the reptile-like pony just waved her off. “Your moms will kill you.”
“It was worth it,” she announced, ripping open yet another treat. “Got my revenge, and we all get to eat all this!”
“She is right, this is great!” Dude exclaimed, his face covered in melted chocolate.
Flippy Dew smiled a bit as she carefully ate her treat, trying not to get as messy as the others were, “as long as we all don’t get in trouble, I guess it was worth it.”
“Yeah, I’ll take the full blame,” Shayla chuckled, winking at her friends. “He only saw me, so don’t you guys worry.”
“No, you go down, we all go down,” Nightstreak stated, getting a nod from a few of the others.
She just rolled her eyes and shoved him over, “you sound like your dad. Just let me do my thing and we’ll be golden.”
“Your funeral,” Dude said as he reached for another treat.
The group continued to enjoy their prize, eating as much as they could since it’d all be gone soon due to the heat melting it.
“So, we need a name!” Shayla suddenly exclaimed, standing up as she shoved a ice cream sandwich in her mouth.
“Ooo, I liked the idea of Shadow Force!” Dude said, looking around excitedly, but only saw the others shake their heads.
“Ew, no,” Shayla said as she stuck her tongue out at him. “No stupid or nerdy names.”
“It’s not stupid,” he muttered.
“Valkyries?” Flippy Dew offered, but again, they all didn’t look on board with that one.
“Reapers?” Nightstreak tried, which seemed to set well with some, but they all eventually said no to that one as well.
“What about Phantasm?” Roxxy asked, getting a few looks.
“What does that even mean?” Shayla asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Uh…” her sister looked around, trying to recall the exact meaning. “Eh, it means something you imagined. Um, it also can mean deception, which is kinda what we do. A lot.”
“... I like it,” Shayla conceded, looking around as everyone seemed to also like the name.
“Kinda fits us,” Dude says, smiling as he grabs another treat.
“So, Phantasm?” Shayla asked, getting nods from everyone. “Then hell yeah, it’s settled! From here on out, we’re-”
“SHAYLA BELTOSH!” the very angry voice of Scamp yelled from the ground outside the club house. “GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE, RIGHT NOW!”
“... Ah shit,” she muttered, grabbing a blanket and trying to wipe the evidence from her claws and face.
“Oh you’re dead,” Nightstreak chuckled, getting a death glare from the filly.
Getting all the chocolate off of her that she could find, she let out a groan as she jumped through the door and glided down to her mother, who was standing below their tree, fuming.
“Hi, Mama,” she greeted her mother with a forced smile.
“You stole ice cream from an Ice Cream Van?!” she snapped, glaring at her daughter.
“What? No, we-”
“Don’t lie,” her mother said as she reached forward with a wing tip and rubbed it against her cheek, pulling back to reveal a bit of ice cream.
“Oh, THAT Ice Cream Van…” she said sheepishly.
“Yeah, THAT one,” her mother said evenly as she rubbed her face. “It’s your birthday today, and you chose to do something like this?”
“Am I in trouble?” Shayla asked in a worried tone.
“Big fucking time,” her mother said back, looking up at her friends who were watching. They all pulled back as she saw them. “And so are they once I tell their parents.”
“No!” Shayla yelped out, getting a raised eyebrow from her mother. “I mean, they didn’t help me. I did it all myself, they tried to stop me, but you know me, mama.”
“Shayla…” she began, but then a hint of a smile appeared on her face, but it was quickly washed away and replaced with a frown. “You did it by yourself? Then it looks like the punishment will have to match that. No more TV till I say otherwise, and you’re paying for all the stolen ice cream.”
“What?!” the filly yelped, a shocked look on her face. “Not the TV, mama! Spank me, put me to work, do anything! Just please, don’t take-”
“You’ll have to figure out ways to make bits till you earn enough to pay off your debt. I hope you didn’t take a lot, because it’ll take forever on the pennies you’ll likely be making,” her mother said, smirking at her daughter. “We can’t have you out here stealing and being a nuisance like this. You’re a good kid, Shayla. Don’t do shit like this.”
She hung her head and asked in a low voice, “can I please keep coming to Viper Claw classes?”
Her mother looked her over, then sighed, “for now. BUT! Do anything like this again, then I’m removing you from my classes. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Shayla muttered.
“And do you UNDERSTAND me?”
Shayla looked up into her mothers eye and gave a sharp nod, “I understand, mama.”
“Good. Now head back to the party and act like the happy filly you’re supposed to be today,” her mother said, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll send your friends after you once I speak with them.”
“Yes, ma’am!” she replied, taking the chance to leave before she could get anymore punishments tacked onto her.
As she ran through the forest, she saw a stallion step out onto the trail up ahead. As she neared, she realized it was the prick from Wolverine Kamae, Kal.
“Young Shayla!” he called as she neared.
“Screw off!” she yelled, sticking to her mothers advice and avoiding him.
He held up a bag and smiled at her, “but I have a Birthday present for you.”
“Don’t want it,” she said as she walked past him.
“It’s money,” he said, getting her to stop. “Enough to pay off all that ice cream you kids stole, and then some.”
“What’s the catch here?” she said, turning to face him as he smiled at her, his eyes hidden behind the goggles.
“Catch? Kid there is no catch, it's a Birthday present. My Dojo gave your parents trouble in the past, so I’m just wanting to try and make amends,” he said, still holding the bag out to her.
Glaring at him, she stepped towards him and snatched the bag from him. Opening it, she found it was indeed filled with bits, more than she’d seen in her young life. Shifting them around proved there was nothing else in the bag.
“Just don’t tell your parents I gave that to you,” he said, holding a hoof to his mouth. “Take a few here and there and slowly pay back that debt so they don’t get suspicious. Then do whatever you want with the rest.”
“Hmmm,” she eyed him up and down. “Thanks.”
“No problem, Shayla,” he chuckled, giving a bow. “If you ever need anything, you can always ask.”
“Yeah, I won’t need anything else from ya,” she said, spinning around and taking off down the trail.
Kal just smiled after her, knowing he’d just planted the seeds for his success.
There will be a few epilogues for part 4 before part 5 begins.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 73
July 14th 16 A.B.
“Are you sure you got everything,” Scamp asked her daughter as she finished helping pack her bags.
“Yes, mama,” Shayla said with a little sigh as she checked over her bags one last time. “It’s just a single night camping in the woods, we don’t need that much.”
“You say that till you get out there, and realize you forgot something,” Mallogory chuckled from the doorway as she held up some snacks she’d made for her daughter.
“I got this, mom,” Shayla assured her as she put on her saddlebags and picked up the other bag in her claws, lifting off the ground with her wings.
Mallogory just smiled as she stepped forward and put the snacks away in one of her bags. “I know you do.”
“If you need ANYTHING, just text me, I’ll be out there as fast as I can,” Scamp said, checking her daughter's saddlebags again to make sure she had her phone.
“I know,” she said in a bit of annoyance. “I promise, I’ll be okay, plus it's just one night. So don’t worry about me.”
“That’s impossible,” Scamp chucked as she and Mallogory hugged their daughter.
After letting them hug her for a few moments, she began to shrug them off, “okay! I gotta get going!”
“So rude,” Scamp laughed as they released her and let her fly for the door. “I love you, honey.”
“Yeah, love ya both too!” she said quickly as she flew down the hall and out the front door.
“She’s growing up too fast, Mallo,” Scamp muttered as she leaned against her wife.
Mallogory just chuckled and picked her wife up into an embrace. “Well, that may be true. But we have the house to ourselves for once.”
Scamp blinked at her, then smirked as she made eye contact with her wife. “Oh?” Then she cleared her throat as she lowered her voice into her guttural singing voice, “So that’s what we’re doing?”
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Flying for the meeting point, Shayla barely struggled to carry all of her stuff. Despite just being a small filly, she seemed to have the strength of a full grown stallion. Her parents said it was due to her genetics, being the granddaughter of Mr. Bleak and being part Kejtdra.
She didn’t care why, she just enjoyed being able to do stuff the other kids around her couldn’t do.
As she flew lower to the ground, she saw someone waving for her. Diving to the right, she flew to them and stopped above them, hovering above the ground.
“What do you want, Kal?” she asked, frowning at him.
“I heard you and your friends were going camping?” he asked, smiling up at her.
“And?” she replied, clearly not happy being stopped.
“And I got you something,” he said as he pulled out a box and tossed it up to her. She caught it in her free hand, and gave it a little shake.
“What is it this time?” she asked, eyeing the box a bit eagerly.
He just smirked, “well you’ll be out in the wilderness, so I thought you kids would enjoy some explosives.”
“Stop, these are bombs?!” she asked, her eyes lighting up as she now looked at the box with envy.
“Yep! Pull the pin and throw them! Don’t worry, they’re safe, they are magical and will not detonate as long as a living creature is within the blast radius, so blow some trees up or something.”
She smiled and gave a sharp nod, “oh, you fucking bet we will.”
Now with her new gift, she flew for the forest entrance, her excitement clear in her movements.
Behind Kal, glaring with absolute hate, stood the colt Domitor, hiding a bush. He growled as he watched his father give his rival more attention than he’d ever given him.
He watched where Shayla was heading and decided on his next course of action.
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“I’m still not sure these are a good idea for us to have,” Flippy Dew said as she watched the others stand around Shayla as she fiddled with one of the little bombs Kal had given her.
“Why would you say that?” Shayla asked as she pulled the pin by accident, causing it to start beeping. “Ah, yeah, that’s probably why.”
“THROW IT!” Nightstreak yelled, trying to run, but tripping over his sister and falling to the ground.
“Relax!” Shayla calls out, holding the bomb in her claws. “He said it won’t go off as long as living creatures are near it.”
“... and you believed him?” Roxxy asked, eyes wide.
“Huh… good point,” Shayla muttered, turning and throwing the beeping bomb at a nearby boulder.
“This raises the question; does the bomb count bugs as living creatures,” Dude said as they all looked in the direction she’d thrown it.
A few seconds of silence passed.
“Huh, I guess-”
The boulder ahead of them disappeared in a sudden explosion, sending tiny pebbles in all directions.
“...”
“...”
“...”
“THAT WAS AMAZING!” Flippy Dew screamed.
“So apparently bugs aren’t considered living creatures, according to these bombs,” Dude said, smiling widely. “Let’s blow some more shit up!”
A beeping was heard behind them as they looked to Shayla as she held up another beeping bomb, “already WAY ahead of you!”
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Working together, the six ponies gathered up some firewood as the forest around them started to get darker, the sun slowly going down.
“We shouldn’t have put this off till it was almost dark out,” Roxxy commented as she picked up a few sticks.
“What can I say? Those bombs were epic and we made a good choice spending the day playing with them,” Shayla replied, picking up bigger sticks than her sister.
As they worked, Shayla suddenly giggled.
“What are you snickering about?” Roxxy asked, glancing at her sister.
“Nothing,” Shayla said nonchalantly. “Just, I found someone who may give me a badass tattoo if I pay enough.”
“You shouldn’t get a tattoo, you’re too young,” Roxxy scolded, but it fell on deaf ears.
“Nah, never too young! I mean look at my cool ear piercings! I’m getting more of those when my moms finally say yes!”
Roxxy rolled her eyes, “that’s going to look super dumb.”
“You look super dumb,” Shayla said, sticking her tongue out at her.
“Your mom Scamp will KILL you if you come home with a tattoo.”
She only got a shrug in response as Shayla laughed, “she’d get over it. The worst she can do is ground me from shit, or make me do other kinds of work. It’ll be worth it though, because I’ll be the coolest filly at school. And of course, the most badass.”
“Then you grow up and regret everything,” Roxxy deadpanned.
“Shut up and support my dreams,” she replied, snickering as she threw a stick at her sister.
“Your dreams are dumb sometimes,” Roxxy responded, throwing a stick back at her.
“Guess it’s a good thing I’m the leader, huh?” she said smugly as she walked back towards camp.
“Leader? I never voted for you!” she called after her, but Shayla only popped her tail like a whip, laughing loudly.
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Nighttime
The group sat around the fire as it cast shadows all around them, laughing as they told stories to one another.
“Shayla, tell us about your moms home dimension again!” Summer Breeze asked, getting nods from the other kids.
“Really? Which mom though? They both have cool stories from their home dimensions,” she asked as she messed with the wrapper on one of her snacks.
“Mallogory!” the other filly exclaimed with a wide smile.
“Alright, let me think of one,” she muttered, finally opening her snack and stuffing it into her mouth. “Ah, the Blind Hero, that’s a good one.”
Leaning forward, she waved for all of them to lean closer.
“Long ago, or at least long ago on Eris, there was a little bug guy named Legon the Blind Painter. He was what’s called a Halwen, which is like a Kejtdra, just more insect and not as cool. Plus they can regenerate, which is for pussies according to my mom.”
Everyone giggled at this.
“Legon the Blind was just a simple bug man, and even though he was blind, he spent all his time drawing. He could never see what he was actually drawing, but he still somehow produced some of the best art his village had ever seen. Which may not be that impressive, since ya know, it's a crappy bug village.
“But regardless! He was known to make some of the most wonderful and beautiful paintings, bringing any to tears that saw them. This story probably sounds pretty boring, huh? What can a blind painter do that could be exciting?” She leaned forward, smirking as everyone slowly leaned closer to her, then suddenly, “BOOM! The village is attacked by a mad Helwen by the name of Baptow with a Thorn that lets him always know the next move someone is going to make. So no one could fight him or trick him!
“He took over the village very quickly and became their new master as he had them all do his bidding. This was apparently his agenda; take over a town or village, have some fun, move on to the next one. While in their village, he took a liking to Legon and his paintings. He began to demand he draw things for him. They started simple, like a house or landscape, but eventually he began to ask for strange things. Like drawing the moon, which Legon had never seen, or to draw Baptow himself.
“Every painting brought much joy to Baptow, as he loved the imagination that Legon had despite being blind. But eventually, he grew bored and began to start hurting the villagers, getting ready to move on to the next town. Legon wanted to stop him, but he could do nothing against the other bug.”
Dude whistled, “This Baptow sounds like a real prick.”
“Oh he is a prick,” Shayla said with a nod.
“How does Legon save everyone?” Flippy Dew asked quietly. “I mean, the story is the Blind Hero, so he wins right?”
Shayla just winks and resumes the story.
“One morning Legon woke up as he normally did, and tried to leave his room. But something was in the doorway, blocking his exit. This was strange, as there was no way something could be in front of this door, as he did not own anything of value, especially something shaped like the object before him. He ran his hand over it, curious as to what was before him. But as he ran his hand across the top of it, something stabbed him through the palm of his hand.”
Everyone looked worried, as they didn’t know what Shayla knew.
“What lay before him was a Scarification Pillar, or a Scapil for short. It is the thing on Eris that gives everyone their Thorns. But! Using it could kill you! Not everyone who uses one will survive, as it is literally STABING you in the SOUL!”
“Hardcore,” Roxxy mumbled, nodding along.
“Yeah it is!” Shayla said excitedly. “But if you are worthy, then you get a unique Thorn! And this is what happened to Legon! He now had a Thorn, a very special Thorn. And he knew what he had to do.
“Approaching Baptow, as he did every morning, the other man demanded he paint a picture of him standing above the town, laughing as it burned behind him. Legon agreed, and got to work, painting blindly as Baptow watched. As he finished painting just Baptow himself, he stopped, angering the insect man. ‘What are you doing?! Draw the rest! The burning village!’ he yelled at the blind Legon. ‘No,’ Legon said coolly, taking his brush and standing before the painting. ‘I do not think I will.’ This just angered Baptow further, but as he started to step for Legon, he stopped, eyes wide as his Thorn warned him of what was about to happen.
“‘Don’t do it,’ he said to the blind Legon, who was too far away for him to reach in time. Without a word, Legon slapped his brush against the canvas and dragged it downward, right through the center of the drawing of Baptow. At the same moment, the insect man behind him let out a scream as he was split right down the seam, in the same fashion as the line was drawn on his painting.”
“That’s fucking brutal,” Dude said, eyes wide in awe.
“Even with a Thorn that allowed him to see everyone’s next move, he never saw Legon’s next move till it was too late. After defeating the mad insect Baptow, the village rejoiced, asking how he’d done it. Instead of telling them, he showed them, by painting an almost perfect portrait of the village as it had been before being attacked by Baptow. As soon as his brush left the canvas for the last time, the village around them seemed to change and repair itself, returning to normal.
“Legon the Blind had gained a Thorn that allowed his paintings to become reality. Now you’d think someone would use this to become the ruler of the world, or at least something cool like that, right? Nah, not Legon. He settled down in his village and only used his Thorn for the betterment of those around him. But he was careful not to draw anything too damaging, or out there, as he knew his powers were too great for this world. One wrong stroke of his brush, and it could spell disaster.
“So, one day many years later, he suddenly woke up and left his village, never to be seen again,” she said, poking at the fire to get the flames to rise. “Some say that he’s still around today, wandering and painting the world around him, adding little details here and there to make things better. It is said, if you are in great peril, and if you’re lucky enough, he may paint you, saving you from certain death.”
“Wow, is that true though?” Roxxy asked, causing Shayla to shrug.
“I dunno, my mom loves that story though. She says it's one of her favorite folk stories from her world. Legon the Blind Painter, a hero who never asks for anything and does only good for the world around him. Honestly, I prefer the story about this one guy who-”
A twig crunched behind her, causing her ears to twitch in that direction.
“What is it, Shayla?” Nightstreak asked, as none of them had heard anything.
“Hm,” she mumbled, looking behind her, eyes scanning the darkness around them. “Somethings out there.”
“Like what?!” Flippy Dew asked, huddling down into the ground as she hugged a pillow to herself.
Shayla didn’t answer as she stood up and faced the darkness, eyes slowly moving over the treeline.
“Gotcha!” She suddenly yelled, propelling herself into the bushes.
“Ah shit…” Roxxy mumbled, starting to go after her.
But as the group started to follow, something came flying out of the bushes, like it’d been thrown with great force. With a yelp, the dark blur hit the ground and rolled, coming to a stop right by the fire.
Shayla exploded out of the bushes and landed before the lump on the ground, frowning.
“Domitor, trying to sneak up on us?!” she growled as the other colt slowly climbed to his feet.
“No, I came out here to ruin your camping trip!” he snapped, causing her to raise up on her hindlegs, taking a fighting stance.
“You want to fight? Again? I kicked your ass last time, remember that?” she sneered, a little sly smirk on her face.
“I remember breaking your wing in that fight,” he snapped back. But then composed himself, “I came out here to fight, but that story you told, is it just make believe?”
This question caught her off guard as she slowly lowered herself, still eyeing him suspiciously. “I don’t know, like I said, it's a story my mom told me.”
“My dad is super interested in your mom’s home dimension,” Domitor said, frowning. “It’s all he seems interested in sometimes.”
Shayla looked him over, then pointed to a log. “Take a seat, prick. If you can play nice, we can continue swapping stories.”
He glared at her as he took a seat, “this means nothing in the long run, just so you know! We’re still rivals, I’m just interested in those stories.”
“If you answer my questions, then we got no problem with you staying for the moment, right guys?” she asked, getting nods from her friends. “But you piss me off, I’m breaking your leg.”
“Not if I break all of yours first, bitch!” he sneered, but held up a hoof, composing himself. “May we continue?”
Everyone slowly returned to their seats, putting Domitor by himself on the other side of the fire.
“My questions first, then you can ask whatever you want,” Shayla began, getting a reluctant nod from the colt. “My moms said this guy Vicar was your dad, but you call Kal your dad all the time.”
Domitor growled a bit at this. “It’s… complicated.”
“How?”
He looked away, looking conflicted, then turned back. “Ask me anything that’s not that.”
“Fine,” she said while rolling her eyes. “Fucking pussy…” she muttered under her breath.
“What did you just say?!” he yelled, but she waved him off.
“Forget it. Why does your dad want to go to Eris?”
With a sigh, he settled down a bit, but still had an attitude as he spoke. “I can’t tell you.”
“Yes you can,” Shayla huffed. “Unless you’re too scared of daddy to tell his secrets.”
This set the young colt off as he slammed a hoof into the ground next to him. “Fine! My mom said dad lost his Ego some time ago and wants to get a Thorn so he can continue on with his normal life! Happy?!”
“Nope,” she chuckled, smirking at him.
“Now my turn!” he yelled, gritting his teeth. “Tell another story from that dimension! A cool one, with a hero that fights a big bad guy!”
She smirked, looking at the ponies around her. “Oh? Yeah, I got a story like that. Pretty bloody too.”
“Then speak it!” he demanded.
With an exaggerated movement, she jumped to her feet, striking a pose. “As you wish! This story… is that Jerry?”
Everyone looked at her weirdly as they followed her gaze to the little gator as it dumbly waddled towards them in the darkness.
“Damn it,” Domitor groaned as he got up and picked up the little gator. “He keeps following me everywhere I go for some reason. I can’t get rid of him.”
Shayla made eye contact with the docile little guy, narrowing her eyes at him. “Yeah, I hate that little fucker.”
“Jerry is harmless,” Domitor snapped, sitting back down and placing the gator next to himself. “Now, get on with your story!”
She frowned at the pair as the pony crossed his legs and scowled at her, while the little gator just sat there, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
“Right,” she mumbled, then struck her pose again. “As I was saying! This next story takes place…”
If this chapter appeared for a moment, it's because I hit publish by accident.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 74
July 15th 16 A.B.
Morning
Domitor flew into his dark bedroom through the window, kicking the window close behind him as he walked towards his bed, exhausted. He’d accidently stayed up all night listening to dumb stories, and only left when they all decided to head back. Of course, he flew ahead, since he was not going to spend any more time with them than he had too.
As he neared his bed, he reached over to his desk with his wing and flicked on a lamp. The sight of his father sitting on his bed, leaned forward with a stern look on his face. His goggles were off, making it impossible for the young colt to be able to hold eye contact with his fathers intense glare.
“Making friends?” his father asked simply.
“N-No! I went out to s-screw with them, but then I w-was able to get some info out of them. S-Stories from that dimension you like,” he stammered, looking everywhere but his father.
“Ah, you were just gathering information for me,” he said flatly, still staring daggers at his son. “So that’s why you revealed things about me to them.”
The colt's eyes went wide as his father stood up, towering above him. “No no no, please I’m sorry, it just slipped out, I-”
“You little dunce, you are my SON, and you betray me?!” he roared, his words causing Domitor to fall back on his flank, pushing himself away as his father advanced on him.
“I didn’t betray you! I misspoke, I-”
But he didn’t have time to speak as his father grabbed him by the mane and raised a hoof.
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Shayla waved goodbye to her friends as she split from them, wanting to go to the Mellowed Pie before heading home.
Bopping her head to the music coming through her headphones, she almost didn’t notice the pony walking towards her. But as she twisted her head, she raised an eyebrow.
It was Domitor. He had his head down and was walking pretty fast towards him, which caused her to stop and pull down her headphones.
He came to a stop a few feet away from her, breathing heavily.
“Uh… yo, Domitor… you good?” she asked, feeling a bit of sympathy towards him after just spending the entire night before talking and laughing.
“... Your fault…” he muttered, not looking at her.
“What?” she asked, frowning at him.
Then he looked up at her, his face covered in swollen bruises, blood, and tears. “Everything is your fault!”
“Whoa! What the hell happened to-” she began, taking a step towards him, but without warning he launched forward and punched her hard in the face, causing her to stagger back.
She blinked at him as he squared up with her, staring at her with hate filled eyes.
“You little bitch,” she growled, narrowing her eyes as she launched herself into him.
The two engaged in a very rough and heated fight, reigniting the rivalry in a new way. Now worse than before.
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March 26th 17 A.B.
“This was a really stupid idea,” Roxxy mumbled as they all walked along the cliff edge, the heavy winds making it impossible to safely fly. The only thing ensuring their safety were the ropes around each of them.
“Nah, we got this,” Shayla replied as she stood at the front of the group, everyone’s ropes were attached to her, as she was the only one who was able to keep her grip due to her claws. If anyone fell, she’d also have the strength to pull them back up.
“How do we even know if this will work?” Dude yelled over the winds.
“We don’t!” she laughed back, then looked at the pack on her back where a little bundle lay curled up. “But we have to do this!”
“But why?! It’s not like-”
“We HAVE to do this!” she repeated, pushing ahead.
After a long slow climb they finally reached the end of the trail that ran along the side of the mountain, revealing a staircase that led straight up to the top of the mountain.
“See? Making good progress!” she yelled back, pulling them after her as she began to ascend the stairs.
“Oh good! More climbing…” Nightstreak whined, but was pulled along anyway.
“What if this isn’t real? What then?” Flippy Dew asked, looking at the wrapped up bundle on Shayla’s back.
“Then we try something else!” she stated.
“We’ve been trying all kinds of things for the last few months, I don’t think he has much more time left in him,” Nightstreak replied, getting a glare from the younger filly.
“It doesn’t matter. I promised him I’d try my hardest, and that’s what I’m going to do,” she said as she continued upward.
The climb was long and hard, as the stairs seemed to get steeper and steeper as they went. But finally, after what could have been hours, they reached the summit of the mountain. What lay before them was a simple looking statue with a few benches around it.
“That’s a bit underwhelming,” Dude muttered, but was yanked forward as Shayla pulled them all towards it.
“So what is this exactly? Something religious?” Summer Breeze asked, looking at the hand carved statue, shuttering as it looked like it was looking right at her.
“It’s a human religion thing,” Shayla said, removing the ropes from herself and walking forward. “From what I found out, there was a cult of humans here in Equestria that no longer wanted to be here, so they tried to contact their God to get sent somewhere else.”
“Did it work?” Flippy Dew asked, watching as Shayla removed the pack from her back and wiped snow from a bench, laying the bundle down on it.
“Well, do you see them around here?” she asked, unwrapping the bundle to reveal an old dog, who just looked around with tired eyes. He tried to stand, but he just collapsed back onto the blankets. “Hang in there, Louie,” she whispered to him, getting a weak nod from him.
“How do we use this?” Dude asked, kicking the foot of the statue, which appeared to depict a man nailed to a lowercase ‘t’.
Already having an answer to this, Shayla pulled out a thick book and held it up. “With this! I stole it from Spark’s dad’s study.”
“What book is that?”
She looked at it, flipping it around to show the front; ‘Holy Bible: Angelic Edition’. “Apparently,” she started, flipping through it, “this book was given to Spark’s dad by this God of theirs. So it’s got to work if we use it here.”
“I feel like stealing something like that is really bad,” Flippy Dew said, looking very nervous.
“It’ll be fine,” she chuckled, waving her concerns off. “So! Gather around!”
Everyone reluctantly moved up and took their places in a circle around the statue.
“Now what?” Dude asked, looking at Shayla as she flipped through the book.
“Now I read!” she responded. In a very dramatic voice, she began to read random passages from the book, yelling them at the statue.
But no matter how many she read, or how she yelled them, nothing happened.
“I command thee! SHOW THYSELF!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, trying to mimic the way the book was written.
“It’s not doing anything,” Nightstreak said grimly. “This trip was a bust.”
“Wait,” she said, glaring up at the statue as it seemed to look back at her. “Let me think.”
“Try praying?” Flippy Dew offered.
“Praying? That’s stupid,” Shayla scoffed, then smiled. “Ah! I got this!”
Stepping forward, she kicked the statue, “oi! Come on out here you pussy!”
“Whoa! Let’s not call a God a pussy,” Dude yelped as everyone stared at her in horror.
But she ignored them.
“Come on! You turned Louie here into a dog that could not fix himself! That’s a dick move, you asshole!” she yelled, holding eye contact with the statue.
“Shayla!” Flippy Dew hissed, trembling as she watched her friend go off the rails.
“If you don’t talk to us,” she said, holding up the Bible and holding it open. “Then I’ll start ripping out pages!”
Everyone watched anxiously as she shook the book up at the statue, hoping she was just making a idle threat.
Then the sound of a page being ripped caused everyone to scream and rush for her.
“STOP!”
“You’re going to get us smited!”
She jumped above her friends and ripped out another page, throwing them at the statue.
“Get out here, coward! Stop acting all high and mighty!”
Then everything went white around them as the mountain faded away, replaced by a white void.
“That’s more like it!” she screamed, landing in front of her friends, who all looked absolutely terrified.
“My Child,” a voice boomed around them. “Do you understand the actions of which you have taken?”
“Yeah, you made me rip a few pages out of a book. That wouldn’t have happened if ya would have just shown yourself earlier,” she stated, standing tall as she glared upward into the void.
“Shayla!” Roxxy hissed at her, but she was ignored as Shayla tossed the book up and down in her claws.
“Now, if you don’t want me to rip this book up some more, then fix my friend over there,” she said with a cocky smile.
“A threat will not achieve what you demand,” the voice replied simply.
“Hey bitch!” she yelled, pointing a hoof up into the nothingness. “Don’t you fuck with me!” With a rip, she tore out another page, causing her friends to collapse onto the ground in dread. “See? You made me tear out another page.”
“Oh my… we’re going to die here,” Summer Breeze whined, burying her face in her hooves.
A large being of light appeared before them. Its features could not be seen, as it just appeared to be a solid mass of light.
“You do not grasp what you are doing. Your ignorance blinds you,” the mass of light said as Shayla squared up with it.
“Oh I know what I’m doing; I’m making you fix your fuck up and return Louie his younger self and give him a longer life span. Don’t make me force you to do it,” she yelled, waving the Bible at the light.
“My Child-”
“I aint your fucking child,” she said in a sassy voice as she flew up a bit, glaring at the light. “I want a simple yes or no. Are you going to fix Louie?”
“You are a very presumptuous filly, Shayla Beltosh,” the light said calmly to her.
“I get it from my moms,” she stated, smirking at the mass of light. “Now fix him!”
“I do not change my plans, my Child. Everything is as it should be,” the light said, followed by the Bible flying up and slapping against the area where its head should be.
“Shayla NOOO!” Roxxy yelled up at her sister, everyone diving to the ground in fear.
Shayla herself just hovered there, staring daggers at the mass of light as the Bible slowly fell towards the ground.
“You threw my Holy Scripture at my face,” the light said in a calm voice.
“Eeyep, I did. Do something about it,” she sneered back, sticking her tongue out as she reached into her saddlebags.
“Young naïve Shayla, I-”
The voice was interrupted as a soda can flew up and hit it in the face.
“I got plenty more, asshole,” she growled, holding up another can.
“...”
Everyone stared up, unable to breath as they waited for their enviable deaths.
“You are a true wild card, My Child,” the voice said, causing her to start to throw the can in her hand. “I will answer your prayer.”
“I never prayed, dumbass,” she said with a scowl, then threw the can, hitting the light in the chest area.
“You are a precipitate and bold filly, Shayla. If you are not careful, your future will not go as you believe it will,” the mass of light warned.
“Is that a threat?!” she yelled, digging into her bag for something else to throw.
“Good luck, my Children,” the voice said as she pulled out an empty bottle and started to throw it. But as soon as she threw it, the white void faded away as buildings began to appear around them. The bottle soared through the air and smashed against a building, causing her to growl.
“AH!!! That cowardly bitch! He sent us back to New Ponyville!” she screamed, throwing a tantrum in the air.
“Shayla!” Roxxy suddenly called out, getting her to turn to face her friends.
What she saw brought a smile to her face.
Louie was up and moving on his own, looking like a very young dog now.
“Louie! He fixed you!” Shayla yelled as she flew down and landed before the now very happy dog.
“He did!” Louie exclaimed, catching everyone off guard, even himself. “Oh! I can speak! YES!”
“But you’re still a dog,” Roxxy pointed out.
“I don’t care!” the little dog laughed, “I can TALK! That’s all I’ve ever wanted! I can finally tell you all about my backstory and all my thoughts!”
Shayla blinked at the excited dog as he rambled on.
“Wow! I just don’t know where to start! OH! I should probably start at the beginning!” He sat down on his butt and waved his paws in front of himself. “My story begins at the start, when I was born! It was a peaceful day that day, except for my parents screaming in joy at seeing me for the first time. If I remember the story correctly, they-”
“Dude, do it,” Shayla said, interpreting the little dog.
“On it!” Dude yelled, his horn flashing and sending the little dog away. “To Spark’s house he goes!”
“Oh thank all that is good, I love that little guy, but I didn’t realize he’d talk so much,” Shayla muttered, getting a few laughs from her friends.
Then Roxxy gasped as she pointed at Shayla's flank. "CUTIE MARK! YOU GOT YOUR CUTIE MARK!!"
"What?!" Shayla screamed, lifting her wings and looking at her flank, a wide grin on her face as she saw she did indeed get her cutie mark.
It was what appeared to be a playing card, the Joker card, with a blacked out snake head wearing a jesters hat.
"Whoa!" she exclaimed. "What's it mean?!"
"I dunno," Dude replied, shrugging as they all gathered around her to look at it. "But it's super cool looking!"
"Doesn't your mom have a playing card on her cutie mark, too?" Nightstreak asked, getting a excited nod from Shayla.
"Yep! This is so fucking cool!" She stared at her flank, enjoying the sight of her new cutie mark. Then, as if a switch was flipped, she turned to her friends, smiling even larger than before. “Now, who wants to go find another quest to go on?!”
Their happy smiles faded as they stared at their friend as she looked at them with an expectant smile.
“But.. we just finished one!” Dude complained.
“Yep! Which means we can do another! Now that I have a cutie mark, we need to get you all yours!” Shayla yelled, turning and marching further into town.
Her friends looked at each other and sighed, but they followed after her, as they always did.
“Onward, Phantasm Troupe!” Shayla yelled loudly, smiling proudly.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 75
December 9th 12 A.B.
Three hours after Equine Championship Tournament
Star Chaser stood before his Sensei, a sneer on his face as he waited to be scowled for losing the tournament.
Kal just stared at him, his goggles reflecting the royal colt back at himself.
“I have trained you personally,” the stallion finally said, walking around the royal colt. “I even gave you an Ego that is sought after by all, an Ego that allows you to become unstoppable. And you still found a way to lose.”
Not wanting to accept the blame, he glared at his Sensei, “I only lost because-”
“Shut up,” Kal snapped, stalking around him. “The Protagonist Ego allows you to always come out on top, but ONLY IF YOU USE IT!”
“... I-I was using it,” Star Chaser stammered, losing his confidence as Kal ripped off his goggles and stared intensely into his eyes.
“NO, you have NOT been using it. The only time you’ve used it so far was that night everything fell apart! Since then, you’ve just been letting it go to waste!”
“But, I thought I was using it! I mean I won the fights all three to nothing till I fought Spark!” he protested, his brain reeling as he tried to figure out what to say next.
But Kal just shook his head, “I don’t think you actually know how to use your Ego. You’ve just been fighting and letting it activate on its own. You’re supposed to be the one in control, not the Ego!”
Doing his best to compose himself, he took a breath and exhaled loudly. “Okay, Sensei. Then show me how to use my Ego.”
“Should I?” Kal asked, standing over the royal colt, eyes portraying an emotion that Star Chaser couldn’t understand. “Bow to me, dedicate yourself to me, and I’ll turn you into the most fearsome creature to exist.”
This did not sit well with Star Chaser, but after watching Spark beat him and get all the praise, he was feeling a bit sour. “I bow to no one, but I will stand by you,” he stated, holding the gaze of Kal.
A grin slid onto the stallion's face as he slammed a hoof down on his shoulder. “That’s why I like you, Star Chaser.” He then turned and opened his pocket dimension, pulling out a few items. “You were resistant to Ollie’s mind manipulation, yet you still listened and did as you were told.”
“Because I’m the best,” he said back, getting a raised eyebrow in response.
“If you are to dedicate yourself to me, then we’re going to bond. Then, I will reveal the truth to you,” Kal stated, holding a strange device between them. “Just know, bonding with me will take your useless pony magic away from you. Because what you will get in return will be so much more valuable: Absolute control of your Ego.”
“Do it,” was all Star Chaser said as he stood tall before his Sensei.
“That’s my boy,” Kal said with an almost sinister smile as he hit the button, causing thread to shoot out of the device and attach to both of them. Their souls were pulled from their bodies and smashed together, becoming one. Then with a flash, they flew back into their bodies.
“Wow,” he muttered, watching as Kal put the device away and smiled down at him.
“You are now one of us, kid,” he said, his body flashing as he took on his real base form. “Now, let’s get started.”
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September 14th 21 A.B.
“Plus four,” the gruff stallion said as he put a card down on the pile in the middle of the table.
The stallion on his left grunted and pulled four cards from the deck, then slapped down a green five.
The stallion to his left put down a green three and smirked, “Uno.”
“Shut up, Markus, you have two cards there, not one,” another stallion growled, watching as the stallion in question frowned and realized he had two cards left, not one.
“Plus four,” the next one said.
“Plus four.”
“Plus four.”
“Plus four.”
Markus blinked and slammed a hoof down on the table, “Hey! That’s not how this game works, you can’t just keep stacking plus fours and passing it along!”
“Yeah it is! I’ve been playing this game since I was a kid, that’s how we’ve always done it!”
“The official rules-”
“Fuck the official rules!”
“GUYS!” a stallion not at the table snapped, as he sat on a couch watching TV. “Shut the fuck up, you’re upsetting our guest.”
All of the ponies in the room looked over to the three tied up ponies who sat huddled up in a corner.
“So what?” one of the stallions at the table asked, spitting some tobacco into a cup, “Let them be upset.”
“I don’t care what they think, as long as they rich parents pay the ransom, then I’ll be a happy man.”
“If they don’t, then oh well,” one said, winking at them, causing the three ponies to shrink further into their corner.
“Stop harassing them, we need them to listen to us, not fight us,” the one on the couch growled.
“Why are you all doing this?” one of the mares asked suddenly, leaning away from her two fellow hostages. “If you’d of asked, my parents would have-”
“Stop Daisy, these are bronies, they don’t care about logic,” another of the hostages said, glaring at the stallions in the room as they smiled at them.
“How about you three just shut up and face that corner?” a stallion called out, getting a few laughs from the others.
The phone on the table in front of the couch began to ring, causing the one in front of it to smile widely, “Sounds like we might finally have a catch!”
Clearing his throat, he used his magic to lift the phone and hit the answer button. “Yes?”
No response came as he held the phone to his ear. So he hung up, mumbling. But as soon as he hung up, the phone began to ring again.
“Finally come to your senses?” he said with a cocky laugh as he answered, but again, no one responded.
This time, the caller ended the call and called back immediately.
“What the fuck are they doing?!” one of the stallions asked in annoyance.
The stallion holding the phone growled as he answered it, “Stop playing around! If you don’t speak right now, I will start hurting the mares!”
“I would advise against that,” a voice said as they hung up on him again, only to call back immediately.
With a snort of frustration, the stallion dropped the phone and began walking towards the mares as it rang behind him.
“Screw it! We’re removing something from them and sending it to the parents!” he yelled, causing the three mares to start screaming.
Suddenly, with no warning, the wall behind the card players exploded inward as a pony crashed through it. Everyone jumped up and rushed away from the pony as they stood up, smiling at them all.
“Found you,” he said, eyes twitching to the ringing phone. With a flick of his wrist, he hit the end call button on his own hoof mounted phone, standing up tall before the very confused stallions.
“Who the fuck are you?!” the one who had been using the phone yelled out, pointing a hoof mounted pistol at the new arrival.
“Champion,” the stallion said with a wide grin as he placed a hoof on his chest. “Hero of Equestria.”
“Oh, it’s just that one guy with all the connections and money, the one who is pretending to be Superman or some shit,” one of the stallions said, getting a few of the others to laugh as they all raised their guns on the costumed stallion before them.
“I will say this once: let them-” Champion started to say, but was cut off by the leader.
“Dumb move, wannabe Superman,” he said as he looked to one of his men. “Get the hostages ready to go, we’re moving after we deal with him.”
The stallion nodded and ran over to the three mares, dragging them to their hooves.
Champion frowned at being ignored, so he took a step forward, “Do not-”
They all opened fire at once, firing small arms and a few rifles at him. A rocket launcher was even fired at him, pissing everyone off as the room filled with smoke. They continued to fire for a few more seconds till the smoke got too thick to see through.
“Jason you retard! Why’d you use the fucking RPG?!” one of them yelled, slapping the offender upside the head.
“Because I never get to use the RPG!” the one named Jason yelled back, wacking his friend with the weapon.
“Come on, let’s get moving,” the leader said as he stepped forward. But a purple glow began to emit from the area where the hole was.
“What is-” one began, but a laser like beam flashed across the room as it cut through four of the stallions immediately, cutting them in half at varying angles.
“Holy shit!” the leader yelped as the sound of two wings flaring could be heard, and the entire room was cleared of smoke as two powerful wings flapped hard.
As the smoke cleared, they saw the stallion was still standing there, not a scratch on him as his eyes glowed purple. “Always straight to shooting me,” he said with a smirk. “WHich is good, because now everything I do can be justified as self defense.”
“Oh fuck this,” the leader said as he turned and went to fire again. But a beam hit his hoof and melted it all the way to the elbow. He stumbled back in shock as he looked at his melting stump.
With a chuckle, Champion started to move towards them, but the sound of his phone ringing got his attention. With a groan, he hit accept and held it up to his ear. “Yes, sir?”
“Star Chaser, why aren’t you in my office like I asked?” came Kal’s voice, causing Champion to frown.
“I’m dealing with something, sir. I’ll be there soon,” he assured him, watching as the stallions before him slowly inched towards the exit. But he held up his hoof and shook it at them, his eyes still glowing purple.
“Are you playing superhero again?” Kal asked, a tone of annoyance in his voice. “I didn’t help you achieve your ultimate form just so you could go play childish games! I did it so you can be a formable pawn in MY game. Where are you right now?”
“... Manehattan, sir,” he replied, his eye twitching.
“That’ll take you five minutes to fly from, so I expect you by then,” Kal said as he hung up, not giving Champion time to respond.
With a sigh, he looked at the stallions, who all looked scared as their leader continued to roll around screaming on the ground.
“Looks like we’re cutting this short,” he said as his eyes began to glow brighter. “So…”
The beam flew from his eyes and swept over all of the stallions before him, cutting them down as they tried to flee for the door.
Once they were dead, he rubbed his eyes and waved a hoof at the pile of bodies. “Ladies, you’re free to go.”
He didn’t hear anyone moving, so he looked up, scanning the bodies. “Ah, oops,” he muttered, seeing the three mares were cut to pieces with the stallions. “Oh well.”
With a massive boom, he launched himself into the air and rocketed across the sky at a speed that parted the clouds. The building from which he’d launched himself from collapsed in the background, as he had been on the eighteenth floor and the force of his take off was too much for the building to handle.
In only four minutes, he arrived in New Ponyville and landed right outside the mansion.
Grunting in annoyance, he approached the front door, but he could already hear Kal talking on the other side of the building, thanks to his Ego enhanced hearing.
“Star Chaser, grab the packages at the front door,” Kal said from his office, knowing Champion could hear him.
He kicked the boxes through the front door as he walked by them, grumbling to himself as he did so.
Upon stepping into the house, he sensed Domitor staring at him from the top of the stairs.
The young colt stared at him, looking like he wanted to ask a question, but Champion just glared up at him and walked through a door. He found the kid to be nothing more than an annoyance.
As he entered Kal’s office, the stallion turned and looked at him, “Now that you’re finally here, Star Chaser-”
“Champion,” he interrupted, glaring at the other stallion. “I’ve told you I go by Champion now.”
“And I told you I don’t play make believe,” Kal said back in a mocking tone. “Star Chaser, I need you to go to the Eternal Plains again and kill another target.”
“Who this time?” Champion asked, eye twitching with irritation at his own request being ignored, again.
Kal chuckled and tossed a packet over to him. “Just another little enemy of mine. Kill them and bring me their head as proof, you know the drill.”
He nodded as he looked through the packet, then looked back at his boss. “When are we going to actually deal with the problems here?”
“In time,” Kal said back, smiling to himself. “I have a plan in motion as we speak. Just do as you’re told and leave the rest to me.”
Champion eyed his boss, “I think we should-” he stopped himself as he heard Kal’s heart start to beat faster, indicating his rising anger. “Nevermind, I’m on it.”
“Good boy,” Kal said, his heart rate returning to normal. “Hop to it.”
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“Good job tonight, Shayla,” Scamp said as she tossed a towel to her daughter.
Shayla smiled at the praise as she caught the towel and began to wipe the sweat from her face. “Thanks, mama.”
As her daughter dried off, Scamp walked over to the trophy case, smiling at all the first place trophies her Dojo had won over the years. Most of them were actually won by her daughter in the last three years.
Most impressive was the World Martial Arts Championship she’d just won the month before. It was the only tournament that was open to all species of the world, and is considered the hardest to win. No age restrictions either, so she was fighting against full grown adults.
Scamp turned to her daughter, a proud smile on her face.
Shayla looked at her mother and raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“Nothing,” Scamp chuckled, walking over and ruffling her mane. “Just admiring my little badass.”
“Mama,” she whined, stepping away from her mother and fixing her mane.
As she fixed her mane, her mother frowned as she saw the tattoo on the front of her chest on top of one of her scales. “I still hate that you got that thing.”
“It’s cool, mama,” she said back, tossing the towel aside.
“But why that one? I thought Goku or Vegeta was your favorite?” Scamp asked, causing her daughter to smile brightly.
“They were when I was younger, but this guy right here,” she said, patting the tattoo, “is my spirit animal. Perfect Cell, the coolest character in all of media.”
“If you say so, sweetie,” Scamp chuckled, heading for her office. “I’m still not sure how you even raised enough money to buy that, to be honest.”
Shayla smiled sheepishly, as she did not want to admit she asked Kal to pay for it. Her mother had a deep hatred for the guy, and Shayla could easily see why. The guy was a creep and an asshole, but he at least was easy to manipulate and get free shit out of.
She stepped up to the mirror and flexed her muscles, smirking at herself. “One sexy mofo right there.”
With a little twirl, she spun around and then dove forward, rolling and coming to a stop right in front of a chair that held all of her personal belongings. She flipped on her Pit Viper’s, courtesy of Reinhardt, and picked up her band, using it to put her mane back up in a ponytail.
Rolling backwards, she returned to her position before the mirror and gave herself finger guns.
“When you’re done admiring yourself, I need help cleaning the Dojo,” Scamp called to her as she brought out some cleaning supplies.
Shayla let out an annoyed groan, but didn’t protest as she walked over to help her mother.
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Domitor watched as Champion left the building, his cape flowing behind him. While he thought he was cool, especially with the costume and powers, he hated that his father treated him more like a son than he did him.
Growling a bit, he turned and walked for his room, but stopped when he saw his mother laying on a couch in the hallway, just staring up at the ceiling.
She never did anything outside of what his father asked her to do. When he tried asking her why, she just responded with ‘depression’ and shut down when he tried to ask her further questions. At least she tried to show compassion towards him, unlike his father.
Walking past her, he grunted at her, and she just glanced at him, not responding in any way.
Continuing down the hall towards his room, he saw some of the others in their rooms, doing various activities. Some work out in some way or another, and others perform their hobbies.
In his honest opinion, he hated all of them. Parents included… well maybe not so much hate for his mother, but she still didn’t stop his father when he’d get mad. Well, she tried once, a long time ago, but he took her away for a few weeks. And when she came back, she’d barely look at him.
Finally making it to his room he stepped in and closed the door. Walking over to his computer, he prepared to perform one of his only joys in life; drawing. Which is how he got his cutie mark, a paintbrush and a digital pen crossed to form an X.
His father had been very annoyed when he’d learned what his special talent was, but thankfully didn’t stop him. Probably because he just didn’t care enough to do so.
Domitor just sighed as he grabbed his drawing tablet and took the digital pen in his wing tip. He then began to absentmindedly draw a picture of himself dressed as some kind of comic book protagonist.
He let out a happy sigh as he continued to draw, watching the picture slowly coming together.
Then he heard the horrible sound of his father’s distinctive hoof steps as he approached his room. Quickly, he turned off the tablet and flew from his chair, landing in his bed just as the door opened.
“Did you forget something,” Kal asked, eyes locked on his son, who was pretending to read a comic book.
He looked up, eyes wide as he tried desperately to recall if he’d forgotten to do anything his father had asked.
“... No, father,” he finally said, hoping that was the right answer.
“Good, I thought you’d forgotten to lead class tonight at the Dojo,” Kal said, his tone implying he was very unhappy.
“Oh…” Domitor muttered, then he shrank into the bed as he realized he had indeed forgotten he’d been asked to do that. “I-I for-”
“I know,” Kal said, walking in and opening his pocket dimension. “I’ve been to lax with you. You’re starting to think you can do whatever you want.”
“Dad, wait, I’m-”
“Careful with what you say next,” Kal said in a dangerous tone as he started throwing Domitor’s possessions into the pocket dimension. As he picked up the drawing tablet and computer, the colt began to tremble with suppressed anger. But he knew better than to voice his opinion.
“Going forward, no more of this ‘recreational’ nonsense. I want you practicing your techniques and exercises as much as possible. Shayla has been winning championships while all you’ve been doing is FUCKING OFF!” he exploded out of nowhere, throwing the chair at his terrified son.
Domitor yelped as he was struck in the side, and flipped out of bed, whimpering as he grabbed his side. He may be very durable thanks to his father employing all kinds of magic and runes on him, but his father was still strong enough to hurt him.
“Get to the Dojo. NOW!” Kal bellowed, stomping out of the room, leaving nothing but furniture and clothes for the poor colt.
Coughing loudly, the now injured colt forced himself to stand up and staggered into the hallway, heading for the stairs.
As he passed his mother, she looked at him with sad eyes, but said nothing since Kal was still in the area.
With a sneer, he stomped past his mother, hissing in pain with each step, and descended the stairs.
Upon stepping outside the mansion, he tried to take to the air, but his wing wouldn’t do as he wanted, as it appeared to have been damaged by the chair.
Rage replaced his sadness and he took off running, heading for the Dojo. He hated everyone. They were all against him. All of them.
Champion’s and Shayla’s faces flashed in his mind, causing him to yell in frustration. His father never mistreated them the way he did him. His own SON! He even talks to Champion like he was his son!
Maybe if he did something great enough, his father would actually love him…
That's it for the Epilogues.
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Part 5 Act 1
Prologue
March 2nd 24 A.B.
I stepped through the front door of my house and flexed my wings, the morning sun glaring down on me. With a flick of my wings, I flipped my Pit Viper’s down, blocking out the sun's rays.
Stretching my back, I leap forward and take to the air, flying lazily towards the Mellowed Pie.
Now that I’d finished High School, I didn’t really know what to do with my time. I spent most of my time at the Dojo, but honestly that was getting repetitive and boring. My friends, or as we love to call ourselves, the Phantasm Troupe, have been trying to figure out if they’re going to college or not.
Me? Nah, college life is not for me. Which will suck, since my friends may end up leaving.
Secretly, I’m hoping they all get rejected and we all just continue going on adventures together. Can never outgrow adventures! I mean, look at my moms, they did all kinds of cool shit!
The sound of a sonic boom sounded above me, making me frown as I saw the local douche, Champion, land on the hill next to the Mansion that overlooked the town.
That guy has an ego problem. But everyone loves him, since, ya know, he’s ‘The Hero of Equestria!’ and the royal prince. Bleh.
I could probably take him, if I had a cool Ego or Thorn like he had. But my moms forbid me from even leaving this dimension till ‘I’m ready’. No fucking idea when that’ll be though, since they won’t tell me.
As I neared the Mellowed Pie, I saw the one pony I didn’t want to see. Domitor. The little prick who just won’t quit. I’ve kicked his ass more times than I can count, but he just keeps getting back up. I don’t know what his fucking problem is at this point.
I thought it was because he wanted to be friends with me and my friends, but one day he just sucker punched me, so nah, fuck 'em.
He was walking down the street, kicking rocks out of his way, and appeared to be heading for the Mellowed Pie as well.
Great.
Landing at the door, I looked back and watched him walk my way with his head down.
He looked up suddenly and sneered, “Shayla.”
“Domitor,” I said back, squaring up with him. “We doing this? Because I just want to eat.”
He looked around, then turned to leave, “I wasn’t hungry anyways.”
I rolled my eyes at his overly dramatic ass and turned to head inside.
As usual, the place was packed, with the Pie family rushing around taking orders and throwing plates around.
“Ah, Shayla, the usual?” the owner Greg said, getting a smile out of me.
“You know it!” I yelled as I jumped over a booth and landed in the seat.
He laughed as he wheeled himself towards the kitchen.
Glancing around, I saw the usual crowd. A few of my friends were here, and they were quickly making their way over to me.
“What up, Shay?” Dude asked as we bumped fist to hoof.
“Food, that is what’s up,” I chuckled, smiling as they all took a seat in my booth. Looking at each of their smiling faces, I realized we weren’t kids anymore. We were all Highschool graduates and able to move forward with our lives. Damn, my parents were right, time really does fly.
“Any plans before the next college semester starts?” Summer Breeze asked, picking at her food.
“Nah, just hang with you fuckers,” Dude replied.
“Wait, you got into a college?” I ask, trying to not sound disappointed.
“I did!” Summer Breeze exclaimed happily. “I start in September!”
“Anyone else?” I ask, putting on a fake happy smile.
“Eeyep!” Nightstreak replied, beaming with pride.
“Me too,” Flippy Dew said, grinning as she picked at her food.
“Failed it all,” Dude laughed, just shrugging as he kept eating.
Roxxy shrugged, “I dunno if I want to go.”
I sighed in relief, at least she and Dude would still be around.
But… that’s still half of my friends, gone at some point. What if college changes them?! Oh holy fucking shit, what if they find new better friends and DON’T come back?
“Shayla? You good?” Dude asked, raising an eyebrow at me. “You’re looking kinda pale. Which is saying something for you.”
I blink, realizing they were all looking at me. “OH! Eh, yeah, just sick as fuck I guess.”
“Ew, get the fuck away from me then,” Dude exclaimed, shifting over to the other side of the booth.
A smirk forms on my face as I fake cough right at him.
“Bro!” he yelped and fell out of his seat, causing all of us to start laughing hysterically.
Maybe it won’t be so bad… Plus, we still have MONTHS before college starts for them. A lot can happen, they may even change their minds!
Very short, as I needed a starting point for Part 5. Just to help everyone, I will now list the characters, their current ages at this point, and who their parents are. This should help anyone who's confused:
Lance Greenfield and Twilight SparkleSpark (23) and Fawn(28)
Scamp and MallogoryShayla (13)
David(DEAD) and Rainbow DashAzure Moon(22) and Lightning(22)
Greg and Pinkie Pie Jelly Bean(17) and Dude(14)
Peter(DEAD) and RarityBlaze(22)
Drax and Dali Kelmoon (18)
Frederic(DEAD) and LunaNova(23) and Star Chaser(23)
Shadow Breeze and FluttershyNightstreak (colt)(14) and Summer Breeze (filly)(14)
Aaron and Vinyl Scratch Duke Venture(18)
Cody Benson and Ditzy Flippy Dew(14)
Grace(DEAD) and Octavia (DEAD)Mango Loco(16)
Alexander and TrixieFlashy Flash(16)
Darkest Bleak and AdryRoxxy (13)
Captain Barehoof and DanaJeff (21)
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 1
March 4th 24 A.B.
The wind whipped past me as I stood there on my hindlegs, my right hand hovering over the gun in my holster. Across from me stood my opponent, a blank look on their face as we stared each other down, waiting for the signal.
I narrowed my eyes, licking my lips as my right hand twitched in anticipation.
A loud ding filled the air as the timer between us went off.
We both reacted the instant it went off. My hand snatched my gun from its holster and began to lift and tilt it towards my opponent, but my opponent was faster as their gun went off, causing my head to snap back.
Stumbling back I fell to the ground, staring straight up at the sky.
My opponent approached me and stood over me, smirking.
“You’re getting faster at least,” my mother said as she held a hoof out to me.
I roll my eyes and take her hoof, allowing her to help me up, “one day I’m going to wipe that smug look right off your face, mama.”
She just smiled at me as she stood in front of me. “I know you will, honey.” Then with a little shove, she started walking back towards the path that led back to town. “But till then, enjoy losing to your mother.”
As she walked away from me, I smirked as I reached down and picked up two practice swords, and threw one at her.
Without looking back, her clawed back leg shot up and caught the wooden sword.
“We’re not done yet,” I said in a determined voice.
With a chuckle, she turned to face me, her eyebrow raised. “You really up to another loss already, sweetheart?”
“You bet,” I say back, picking up another sword and twirling both of them in my hands.
My mother just grinned as she passed the sword to her front paw and stood up on her hindlegs. “Well, let’s make this fast. Your mom is making her special tonight, and I’m starving.”
I winked at her as I dashed towards her, both swords held out to my sides.
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Domitor watched the mother and daughter spar, watching as their training swords flashed and clashed, with neither one of them seeming to have the advantage over the other.
As they fought, he watched from across the clearing, hidden in the trees. He had his own training sword, and was trying to mimic the way they were fighting. He didn’t have hands like they did, but he made up for it by using a special grip on his sword, allowing him to hold it in his hooves like they do.
He weaved around fake attacks, swinging his sword like an expert. He’d spar, but none of the others at his Dojo wanted to fight with him unless they were made to. Apparently, he was ‘too aggressive’ and ‘not fun to fight’.
Jerry the gator sat on a log, watching dumbly as the young stallion fought off invisible opponents.
The dark stallion weaved around an unseen attack and stepped on a wet spot on the ground, yelping as he suddenly tripped and fell to the ground.
He didn’t get up as he just stared up at the sky above him, no emotions playing on his face.
“This sucks, Jerry,” he finally said aloud, the sounds of the mother and daughter fighting echoing in the distance. “I’m not saying you're a bad friend, but it’d be nice to have at least one other person out there that liked me.”
Jerry just blinked back, one eye at a time.
“Yeah, self pity looks bad on me,” Domitor muttered, getting back up and resuming a fighting stance. His eyes tracked a leaf as it fell from the tree above him, and with practiced ease, he sliced it out of the air. “You think my father will-”
He stopped as he looked at Jerry, seeing the little guy licking his eye.
“Yeah, you’re right,” he said with a heavy sigh. “He’s too busy loving Champion and pampering Shayla to even talk to me.”
With a growl, he went back to slicing at the air, attacking fake opponents with aggressive strikes.
“Domitor,” a voice said from above him as Champion floated down in front of him, a scowl on his face. “Your father told you to clean the Dojo.”
Domitor’s eye twitched, which Champion noticed, “I know. But I saw Shayla and her mother heading for the woods to train, so I followed to-”
“Kal told you to stop pursuing her. That’s no longer the plan, so stand down,” Champion said harshly. Then, just to add salt to the wound, he smiled, “Besides, Kal has given up on you being worth anything. You’re just lucky your mother wants you to stick around.”
“Why are you such an asshole to me,” Domitor asked, turning to face the costumed stallion. “I looked up to you once, but all you do is-”
“Shut it, kid,” Champion interrupted him, clearly not wanting to continue the conversation. “Get back to the Dojo, do as you’re told, and stay in your lane. Leave those two alone and let the adults handle this.”
“I am an adult,” Domitor muttered, which only caused Champion to chuckle as he lifted into the air and flew away.
Looking back to Jerry, he saw the little gator was staring at him with crossed eyes.
“One day, I’ll make them pay,” he said in a low tone, looking at the two sparring in the clearing. “All of them.”
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“Not a fair fight,” I mumbled as I stood alone in the clearing, cleaning up the mess we created during our sparring match. Rubbing the side of my neck, where she’d landed the finishing blow, I growled.
To date, my own mother was the only one who could kick my ass. But that’ll change once I get a little more training!
Once I finished piling up all the broken tree branches and training swords, I moved to my stuff that I’d left by a tree.
“Shayla!” I heard a familiar voice yell from behind me, causing me to smirk.
“I knew someone was watching us,” I remarked as I turned around to see Domitor standing in the middle of the clearing, looking a bit worked up, as usual. Seems every time he decides to fight me, he’s always emotional. Must need to work himself up just to face me. I get it, I’m intimidating.
He stood up on his hindlegs and brandished a wooden training sword.
“Really? Come on,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Face me!” he yelled, his voice sounding a bit hoarse.
I wave him off, turning back to my stuff and resuming to pack it all back into my saddlebags. “Nah, not feeling it today. Come back when you’re ready.”
My ear twitched as I heard him move behind me. In one quick motion I shot my hands out and grabbed two training swords and spun around, catching his sword between mine. With a growl, he jumped back, keeping his sword pointed at me.
“You think you’re all that?!” He yelled, his sword shaking in his grip. “You’re not! You’re just a big bully! Just like everyone else!”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at his overly emotional outburst.
But he didn’t respond anymore as he dashed for me, his sword coming in at an awkward angle. Unluckily for him, I was extremely flexible and able to move my body and swords in just an awkward angle, blocking his attack. Then just to show off, I deflected him to the side and slammed a knee right into his throat, causing him to yelp and fly to the ground behind me.
“Domitor, come on, these fights are embarrassing,” I said as I turned to face him as he forced himself to stand back up, coughing. “We’re not kids anymore. And we’re not even on the same level anymore.”
Turning back to me, he rubbed his throat, still looking determined. “We are on the same level. My father is the only reason I’ve not been able to actually stand up to you. But I’m done with that crap! So come on, fight me for real!”
“For real?” I ask, shaking my head. “I’m not going to actually hurt you, dumbass. No matter how much you deserve it.”
“Then prepare to get hurt yourself,” he growled as he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. His body slowly relaxed as the tension seemed to leave him, causing him to look calmer than I’ve ever seen him.
“Come on, man, just-” I began to say, but my eyes went wide as I sensed something strange from him as he stood up fully and glared at me.
Before I could react properly, he exploded towards me, with nothing but his hooves. I didn’t have time to do anything other than raise the two training swords and cross them to block his incoming punch. With wide eyes, I watched as his hoof just shattered through the two wooden swords and continued towards my face.
Everything went white as his hoof struck my face, sending me flying backwards.
Just as I righted myself, I threw my right leg up just in time to deflect his next attack as he continued after me. As I deflected his hoof, I threw my own punch right over his next incoming attack, slamming into his face just before he reached mine. A perfect cross-counter.
Yet, he didn’t stop his attack and continued it right into my face yet again, snapping my head back violently from the force of the hit. But that didn’t stop me from slamming a knee up into his groin.
He yelped in pain, but continued with another punch to my gut, causing me to double over as he somehow hit me hard enough to completely wind me. With more speed than I thought he had, he jumped and spun his body, slamming a knee into my jaw and sending me straight into the ground.
What the fuck was going on here?!
I gritted my teeth as I pushed myself up and twisted my body, slamming a back foot into his face as he tried to pounce on me, catching him right under the jaw. I immediately followed this up with a punch to the gut as I twisted into him. He somehow found a way to slam a hoof into the side of my face, but I returned the favor as I wrapped my tail around his back leg and yanked him straight into the ground.
Unexpectedly, as he bounced off of the ground, he shot a hoof forward and caught me in the throat way harder than he should have been able to from that position.
I felt something strange happen as I suddenly found it hard to breathe. Staggering back, holding a hand to my throat, I began to panic a bit as I realized I wasn’t getting any air into my lungs anymore.
But he didn’t back down as he righted himself and jumped for me, eyes ablaze with hatred.
Not able to react properly, he was able to land a hard kick to my unguarded face, sending me flying across the meadow and into a large tree.
I pawed at my throat as I struggled to get air into my body, but it was like my airway was blocked.
He stomped towards me, but as he neared me, something flashed across his face as he saw me struggling to breathe. A conflicted look appeared on his face.
‘I’m dying!’ I thought to myself, eyes watering heavily as everything started to go dark.
Holding a hand up in front of myself, I flicked a claw out and tried my hardest to do what I needed to do. But I wasn’t able to as the strength left me.
Just as I was starting to lose it, someone grabbed my hand and gripped the claw. They then shoved my other hand away from my throat and I felt a sharp pain as they used my claw to make a cut. Then something was pushed into the new cut, and with great relief, I took a small breath.
Breathing hard, my vision slowly came back as I realized Domitor was standing over me, holding my claw in his hoof as he glared at me. Reaching up, I realized he’d stuck a straw or something into the cut he’d made in my windpipe, which was how I was breathing.
But I couldn't speak as he tossed my hand aside and stood up, a harsh conflicted look on his face.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, then stepped back.
I struggled to stand, holding a hand over my throat, keeping the straw in place as I struggled to breath through it. I could only stare at him in confusion and anger.
“I win though,” he stated, turning and walking away.
A ragged sound bubbled up from my throat as I tried to tell him off, but I wasn’t able to speak at all. He walked away, glancing back a few times as I stumbled after him, my eyes ablaze with fury.
I wasn’t done yet! He got a lucky hit in, that’s all!
“I’m sorry, I lost control of myself,” he mumbled, only pissing me off more as I continued after him. He suddenly galloped over to my stuff and grabbed my phone. It looked like he was texting someone, which caused me to start rushing towards him, ignoring the grinding feeling in my throat.
As I neared, he dropped my phone and jumped into the air, out of my reach. “Calypso is on her way,” he stated, looking down on me. “We’re done, Shayla.”
With that, he flew away, leaving me there glaring after him with absolute hate. He thinks he’s won?! I win since he’s running! COWARD!
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“How did you perform an Emergency Tracheostomy on yourself like this?!” Calypso exclaimed as she laid me on my back, looking me over. “And why did you use this straw?! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO A EMERGENCY TRACHEOSTOMY?!”
I just rolled my eyes at her as her husband Doc the Yeti stood behind her, looking worried.
“Your mothers are going to kill you,” Calypso said with a frown as she waved Doc over and pulled the straw from my throat. I started to panic as I lost the ability to breath, but Doc placed his hands on me as they glowed. Slowly, I felt my throat repairing itself, then I finally took a breath on my own.
As he finished, I let out a sigh of relief as I sat up, rubbing my throat.
“What happened?!” she snapped at me.
Frowning, I turned to her, seeing her angry eyes glaring at me. I did not want to admit that I ‘lost’ a fight. “I hurt myself training,” I muttered, getting a groan out of her.
“I’m going to talk to Scamp about this, we can’t have you out here getting hurt like this! This injury could have killed you!” she yelled, but I just ignored her and stood up, moving towards my stuff.
“Don’t ignore me,” Calypso growled. “I’m responsible for keeping you all alive, and sometimes, you make that job very stressful and impossible!”
“Well sorry, I’ll try and be more careful in the future,” I grumbled, flipping on my Pit Viper’s and putting on my saddlebags.
“Where are you going?!” she demanded.
“Food,” was all I said as I began to walk away, still rubbing my throat.
“I swear, just like her damn mother,” I heard her say as she and Doc began to speak quietly.
But I just kept walking, trying to process what exactly just happened.
I’ve fought Domitor many times in the past, and every time I’ve come out on top. He’s always fast to act and easily predictable, usually yelling at me the entire time. This time though, he seemed focused, like he was being serious.
I just made the mistake of not taking him seriously, which is the ONLY reason he got that cheap shot in and hurt me. If I’d been treating him like a real opponent, I’d have won that easily… Wait, was he trying to kill me?
Stopping, I frowned as I rubbed the small cut over my scaled throat.
No, if he was trying to kill me, he wouldn’t of saved me… what the fuck is his problem?
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“You halfwit!” Kal roared as he slammed a hoof into his son's face, sending him straight to the ground as he towered over him. “Do you realize what you’ve done?!”
“I did what you wanted me to do! You raised me to fight her!” Domitor yelled up at his father, trying to stand, but was hit again.
“I did not raise you! You just live here thanks to your damn mother! I told you to stay away from Shayla! I’ve told you over and over again to stop, yet you keep it up!” Kal screamed as he grabbed his son’s front leg in both of his hooves, flipping him onto his front and using his leg to hold him down.
“But I won! I beat her! She-”
“If you just ruined all my work, I will KILL you, cretin! I’ve put up with you this long because you had some use keeping her entertained, but today you’ve finally crossed a line!” he yelled as he began to apply pressure to his son's leg.
“Dad, wait wait wait!” Domitor yelled in panic, eyes going wide as he felt his leg muscles straining.
“Do not call me that. You’re no son of mine after today!” Kal said in a cold voice as he calmly snapped his son's leg at the elbow, erecting a scream of agony from him. He shoved his broken leg aside and stood up, staring down at his son as he curled up in the fetal position.
“Clean yourself up and go to your room. I’m going to see if you’ve ruined everything,” he said as he moved towards the door to his office, stopping in the doorway. “If she resents me, I will come back and finish this.”
Domitor cried into the carpet as he held his leg, the bone exposed as it stuck through his flesh.
“Star Chaser, get him to his room, now,” Kal ordered, finally leaving the room.
“Yes, sir,” Champion said as he stood up from his seat where he’d been the whole time, watching the entire interaction.
“Come on, peasant,” Champion said as he roughly yanked Domitor to his hooves and dragged him out of the office and down the hall, ignoring his yelps and screams of pain. As they reached his room, he tossed him in and slammed the doors, leaving him alone.
Struggling to get up, he moved to his window and propped himself up against it, staring out at the town below.
He didn’t get it; he’d finally won against Shayla, which is what everyone kept ridiculing him for. Everyone said he’d never beat her, and yet when he finally did, he gets treated like this. It made no sense to him!
His father was supposed to finally praise him and say he was proud of him! To accept him as his son and they could finally start acting like he does with Champion!
Holding back further tears, he opens the window and climbs out of it, taking to the air as he decided to head for the clinic to get his leg fixed.
But as he flew forward, a massive amount of wind blew past him as Champion suddenly appeared before him.
“Already disobeying orders?” he asked, a wide grin on his face.
“I’m just going to the clinic,” Domitor said through clenched teeth.
“Did Kal say you could?” the royal cunt asked, smiling at him. “No, he said stay in your room, so get back in there!”
With a look of happiness, Champion zoomed forward and slammed his head into Domitor’s chest, sending him flying backwards. He crashed through his window and landed on the floor of his room, now covered in cuts and having trouble breathing.
“Next time you disobey Kal, I’m breaking all of your limbs,” Champion said in a sinister voice as he floated away from the window.
Domitor, now hurt even more, just laid there, deciding the best thing to do was just wait for his fathers return and hope he allowed him to get healed.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 2
Sucking loudly, I drained the soda from the cup, using a straw as my throat was still extremely sore. The first thing I did once I got back to town was to come to the Mellowed Pie and get a fountain drink, since going home meant I’d have to talk to my moms about what just happened.
I’m not sure if I’ll tell them the truth or not, since they’ll over react and do something stupid. Plus, I can handle this one. Domitor screwed up catching me off guard like that. Next time, I’m coming at him with everything I got.
“Hello, Shayla,” Kal said as he appeared before my booth, smiling widely at me.
“What?” I grunted out as he was one of the few ponies I did not want to see right now.
“My son told me what he did,” he said, seeming to judge my reaction.
“Yeah? He tell you it was a fluke? He caught me off guard,” I growled, slamming my drink down on the table.
“Of course,” he said as he slid into my booth. “I mean, you are a championship winning mare! And him? Just a waste of space.”
“You could say that again,” I agreed, taking the top off my cup and pouring some ice into my mouth.
He smiled as he leaned back, placing an item on the table. “I just wanted to come and apologize for him. This here is an item that-”
“Don’t want it,” I interrupted, pushing it back to him. “Want to make up for it? Then fuck off.”
His smile wavered, but he didn’t push it as he stood up and gave me a bow. But as he turned to leave, I sighed as I thought of something.
“Want to make up for this?” I asked, getting him to turn to me and grin.
“Of course,” he said with an eager look on his face.
“Get me a way to go to another dimension, like the Eternal Plains or something, and I’ll consider us square,” I said carefully, watching his reaction.
A strange look flashed across his face as his grin widened. “Ah, that I could probably do. If you can wait, I can come up with something.”
“As long as you do it, then take your time,” I say back, leaning back and chewing on some more ice.
He didn't say anything else, just bowed and left, looking to have a little excitement in the way he walked.
Weirdo.
But I smiled as I chewed on my ice, I’d finally got him by the balls! I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to try and manipulate him into taking me to another dimension, since no one else would.
So I guess I owe Domitor for once, since his little fuck up just put his father in a lose lose situation with me.
“Game set match,” I mumbled as I smirked to myself.
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Kal stepped into his son's room, frowning as he found him curled up on the floor amid a pile of broken glass.
“Get up,” he said roughly, causing his son to stand up slowly. “You did good.”
Domitor’s head snapped up in shock as he looked at his father, “I-I did?”
He gave a sharp nod as he stood in the doorway, Champion standing behind him. “She’s asked for me to take her to another dimension, so thanks to you, our plans have been pushed forward a great deal.”
This brought a smile to Domitor’s tired face as he relaxed despite the pain. “Does that mean you’re proud of me… dad?”
“Don’t call me that,” Kal said coldly, a glare appearing on his face. “Don’t mistake this praise for me forgiving what you did. While the outcome was better than expected, you still messed with my plans. For that, you’re done. Next slip up, and Star Chaser here will be free to deal with you as he sees fit.”
Champion smirked from behind him, his eyes glowing purple for a moment.
“I’m sorry…” he muttered, his smile fading away.
“Head to the clinic, tell them you fell or something. Get that leg fixed and get back here, I want you out of the way as I get everything ready.”
“Yes, sir,” Domitor replied, trying not to react negatively.
“Good,” was all he said as he and Champion walked away from the door.
His heart pounded painfully as he stood there, conflicted on how to feel. His father praised him, but then put him back down. It’s like nothing changed at all…
The pain in his leg brought him back to reality as he looked down at it, grimacing at the color it was changing too. Not wanting to waste anymore time, he limped to the window and took to the air.
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Flying upside down just above the ground, I typed away at my phone, texting the group chat for Phantasm Troupe about what just happened with Domitor and Kal.
They were mostly worried about me almost dying, but I kept steering the conversation back to us all getting a chance to finally do some dimensional travel.
As I flew upside down, I saw Domitor flying above me, heading for the clinic.
He looked down at me, frowning as I smirked back up at him. Yet he didn’t stop, but I did notice his leg was broken, since I could clearly see the bone.
How the hell did he hurt himself this time?
I just rolled my eyes and continued on my way, heading for Spark’s house.
It didn’t take me long to get there, but upon beating on the door and no one answering, I realized he must not be home. Which sucked, because that meant he was either at work or his parents house.
Reluctantly, I flew to his parents house, since it was closer than his job.
Approaching the front door, I heard the sound of him laughing inside. Oh great, I get to see his mom again… yay.
Knocking on the door, his dad answered, smiling widely as he saw me.
“We were just talking about you, Shayla!” he laughed, opening the door for me.
Smiling awkwardly, I stepped inside and flipped my Pit Viper’s up. “Spark’s here?”
“Yep, he just got off work,” Lance chuckled, leading me towards the kitchen where Spark, his wife Starlight, and his mom sat laughing.
I smiled happily as I saw Spark in his Sheriff’s Deputy uniform. “What up, Spark!”
“Shayla!” he exclaimed, hopping up and stepping up to me, giving me a large hug. “How you been?”
“You know me! Kicking ass and shit like that!” I chuckled, breaking the hug and slugging his shoulder.
Then he frowned as he tilted my chin up. “What cut you?”
“Nothing, just fell during training is all,” I said, waving his concern off.
He narrowed his eyes at me, as he always somehow knew when I was lying. But he didn’t press it as a smile returned to his face, “Well anyways, what brings you around?”
“Can we talk in private?” I asked, looking at his parents and wife who were now all at the dining room table, watching us.
“Sure thing,” he said, turning to them and nodding to them. “Be right back.”
He led me upstairs to his old room, which was mostly filled with boxes now as his parents were using it as a storage room.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked, sitting down in a chair.
I didn’t take a seat as I started pacing around the room, opening boxes and absent mindedly going through them. “So, I did it.”
“Did what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Found a way to travel between dimensions,” I said casually, causing him to groan.
“I’m not even going to ask how you figured that one out,” he muttered, rubbing his face. “Okay, what’s your plan then?”
“I dunno,” I admitted, moving to another box. “I’ve kinda wanted to go to the Eternal Plains with my friends and just explore it. Maybe get a cool Ego weapon if I could manage it.”
“I’m assuming your mom's don’t know about this?” he asked, getting a snort laugh out of me.
“What do you think?” I said with a sly smile.
“Scamp will tear what ever dimension you go to apart to find you if you don’t tell her about this,” he warned.
I just shook my head, moving to another box, “if I tell her, she’ll stop me from leaving. She thinks I’m helpless and can’t take care of myself.”
“Now that I know is not true,” he said as he leaned forward, “she’s told me you are just as capable as she is, you’re just lacking the life experience to go out on your own like that.”
This brought a frown to my face, “how do I get life experience if I’m not allowed to actually go out and GET that experience?”
“Simple,” he chuckled, “go out and explore this world first, live your life a bit. Then you’ll be ready to head out and explore more dangerous places.”
“That’s not my style,” I grumbled, flipping another box open, “I can handle myself just fine.”
“Then what really happened to your throat?” he asked evenly, staring into my eyes.
“... I lost to Domitor, okay?” I admitted, the words feeling wrong as they left my mouth and causing my nose to scrunch up.
“And he did that to you?” he asked, his smile fading into a sneer.
I looked at him, seeing him about ready to get up and play police stallion Spark again. “He did it to save me,” I mumbled through gritted teeth.
“What?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
“He accidently hit me too hard and had to use my claw to cut a hole for me to breathe through,” I said as casually as I could.
Spark just sat there, a range of emotions playing out on his face, “you two…. I don’t even know how to respond to that, Shayla. Part of me wants to ask if you both are okay, but the other half wants to go arrest him for assault.”
“Don’t be a lame ass,” I remarked, sticking my tongue out at him. “Just do what I’m doing and let it go.”
This didn’t seem to set well with Spark, but he didn’t look like he’d go after Domitor right away. So that’s a plus for me. I’d handle that little shit in my own way later.
Then my eyes went wide as I dug down into a box and found something I hadn’t expected to see. “Wow… is this…” I said, pulling out a little vial.
“Oh that’s where Dad threw him,” Spark laughed as the little face in the vial scowled up at me.
“I’ve heard about him, but no one would let me see him,” I said, putting my face right up to the vial. “Can he talk?”
“Yeah, if he wants to,” Spark replied. “But he hasn’t said a word since I was a kid. Dad just keeps him in weird places to mess with him. Then he lost him and just moved on. I guess you solved that mystery.”
I tapped at the glass with a claw, causing the little face inside to roll its eyes in annoyance.
“This is so cool,” I said with a wide smile. “Come on, Watcher guy, say something cool!”
But he didn’t say anything cool. He didn’t say anything at all in fact.
I shook the vial violently, “Come on!”
“Maybe don’t shake him like a fish in a bag,” Spark said, getting up and walking over to me.
“Would your Dad care if I took him home?” I asked as I shook the vial again.
“He most definitely would care,” Spark said as he took the vial from me and put it back in the box. “Now, come on, let’s get back out there.”
“Fine,” I groaned as he led me out of the room. But without his knowledge, I snaked my tail into the box and grabbed the little vial, and hid it under a wing.
My friends will love to see this!
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“So what’s this epically cool thing you want to show us?” Dude asked as we sat in our clubhouse, which was starting to get too small for all of us as we had outgrew it a few years ago.
“Oh nothing,” I said as I stood in the middle of my friends. “Just… THE WATCHER!” I yelled, holding up the vial with the Watcher’s face in it.
“OH FUCK!” Nightstreak yelped, falling backwards into the wall.
“Shayla! You stole the Watcher from Lance?!” Roxxy exclaimed, a panicked look on her face.
“Be careful!” Flippy Dew screamed. “Don’t let him get out! He’ll kill us all!”
I just laughed as I grabbed the rope tied to the vial, “don’t worry guys, this thing has some kind of spell on it or something, it’s indestructible, see?” I then began to slam it onto the ground as hard as I could, causing everyone to scream in horror and tackle me, fighting for control of the vial.
“PLease! Think of us before doing shit like this!” Roxxy screamed as she held my hand in her hooves.
Still laughing, I stood up and shook all of them off of me, holding the vial above my head. “Did it break though? Nope!”
“Can we take him back to Lance?” Summer Breeze asked nervously.
“Eventually,” I said with a smile as I held the vial to my face and forced the Watcher to look into my eyes. “But only after he talks to me.”
“Oh great,” Nightstreak groaned. “She’s being stubborn again.”
“Yo, Watcher guy,” Dude said, stepping up to me and looking at the little face in the vial. “Trust me, being with Lance is better than being with her. She’s crazy and unhinged.”
I smiled at him, “Thank yo-” Then what he said hit me, “fuck you, Dude.”
He just smirked at me and tapped his horn against the vial, “I do not envy this guy.”
“Oh ha ha,” I said with a roll of my eyes as I tied the rope around my neck, letting the little vial hang freely from my neck. “Once he speaks, then back to Lance,” I said, holding the vial up to me again. “And he will speak.”
The Watcher just blinked at me.
So I shook the vial violently, and kept shaking it as I looked at my friends, “So, any thoughts on where we’ll all go first?”
Flippy Dew watched me nervously as I kept shaking the vial, “uh… so I’ve actually always wanted to go see my dad’s home world.”
“That’s gone,” Roxxy pointed out. “You know, the whole Rapture thing the adults talk about sometimes.”
“Oh yeah,” she muttered, looking dejected.
“But!” I exclaim, trying to cheer her up, “we can go to an alternate version of his home dimension! It won’t be the same, but it’ll be close enough.”
This seemed to cheer her up as she nodded thankfully at me.
“I wanna go somewhere where there’s cool weapons and battles,” Nightstreak said, smiling as he seemed to be lost in thought.
“Let’s please avoid violent worlds,” Roxxy asked, but I waved her off.
“No world is off limits! Anywhere we want!”
“Please stop shaking the vial,” Roxxy said with a frown.
“Nah,” I smirked, shaking it harder. “Any more suggestions?”
“I want to go to the Eternal Plains first! I want an Ego!” Summer Breeze said with an excited smile, getting nods of agreement from the rest of us.
“Then I say we do the Eternal Plains first!” I yell, getting cheers.
“Yay! Now stop shaking him!” Roxxy yelled, looking very anxious as I just kept on shaking the Watcher.
Finally, I stopped and looked at him as he rolled around in his vial, looking very sick. “Speak now?”
Still, he said nothing. “Suit yourself,” I muttered, going back to shaking him.
“Oh come on,” Roxxy groaned.
“When are we going?” Dude asked curiously.
I just shrugged. “Whenever Kal gets off his lazy ass and does it. I’ll give him a few days, and then I’ll confront him.”
As my friends all began to talk amongst themselves excitedly, I rubbed my throat, a strange feeling coming over me as I suddenly remembered the feeling of dying. I shuddered, but composed myself. I’m too cool and badass to let shit like that affect me.
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“We have an unexpected problem,” Kal said with a frown as he stood in his office, Champion standing behind him.
“Whatever it is, I’ll handle it,” he said confidently.
Kal turned to him, frowning. “This problem is a bit more complicated than the usual I have you deal with. An old enemy of mine, one of the more… troublesome ones, have tracked me down. He’s currently already in this dimension looking for me.”
“Point me at him then,” Champion remarked, a sly smile on his face.
“This opponent will be the strongest one you’ve faced, Star Chaser,” Kal stated, stepping up to his desk. “This guy has been a thorn in my side for a very long time. I’ve done my best to avoid dealing with him, but now that I have you and that Ego, we can finally try and deal with him.”
“What’s so special about this guy?”
“His Ego,” Kal replied calmly. “He also has a Wandering Ego. An original one at that. Unaltered and pure, unlike yours.”
“What do you mean?” Champion asked, not liking the way he said that. His Ego WAS the best Ego, there could not be any others out there that could rival his.
“Riley, explain this to him,” Kal said as Riley, who went by Tiff while in this dimension, stepped into the room.
Champion frowned at her, as she was a know it all that he really did not like.
“Gladly,” Riley said as she stepped up in front of the costumed stallion. “Your Ego, the Protagonist Ego is a Wandering Ego that’s been around for a very long time. But it’s been mutated and fused many times in its lifetime.”
Before he could ask a question, she held up a hoof to silence him.
“Hold all questions,” she said in a tone that made him want to melt her face right then and there. “Wandering Ego’s are special, as they seem to have minds of their own, and pick and choose who they bond with. When their host dies, they simply take on their Runic form till a new worthy host touches them. Now normally, you have to be chosen, but if you already have a Wandering Ego, you can actually force a Wandering Ego in its Runic form to bond with you. Doing this will ‘kill’ the Ego, but it’ll fuse with your current Ego.
“This is what your Ego, the Protagonist Ego, has gone through. It’s absorbed countless other Wandering Ego’s, which is why it’s so powerful. However, this guy who’s arrived here has an original unmolested Wandering Ego. Which is very rare.” She then looked at Kal, “This is Loric, correct?”
“Yes,” was his simple answer.
“Ah, Soul Enhancement. If you kill Loric and take his Ego and fuse it with your own, you’ll be unstoppable! His Ego allows him to enhance almost every aspect of himself, and he’s a master at it. Defeating him will not be as simple as just hitting him with a few flashy moves.”
“But it can be done,” Kal said, lifting up an item and passing it to Champion. “This is an item that mimic’s another’s Ego once. I went through a lot of trouble to obtain this one, as the Ego within it can shut off the Ego of another as long as it's attached to them. Use this wisely, as you only get one use out of it.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Champion said as he took the item. “Where is this Loric guy?”
“Close,” Kal said, frowning. “Closer than I’d like in fact. He won’t be hard to spot, he’s a human who looks like a lazy bum.”
“They call him the Strongest Slacker on the Eternal Plains,” Riley pointed out. “His backstory is actually pretty interesting, as he used to-”
“We don’t need a history lesson on a dead man,” Champion interrupted her, getting a growl out of her. “Guy that looks like a bum, on it.”
“Kill him, fuse with his Ego, then we’ll move forward with the original plan,” Kal said, pointing to the door. “Do not take too long.”
“Sir!” Champion said, moving for the door and smirking. The idea of getting stronger was very appealing to him, arousing even.
“Can he actually beat him?” he heard Riley say from the office as he stepped out the front door of the mansion.
“If he plays it smart, he will,” Kal said. “Don’t disappoint me, Star Chaser,” he added, clearly knowing Champion could still hear them.
He snorted as he lifted into the air and took off at an incredible speed. He wouldn’t fail this, as no matter how strong this guy was, he’d easily defeat him and rip his Ego from his corpse.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 3
Stepping up to my front door while spinning the Watcher’s vial around, I stop, hearing my parents talking on the other side of the door.
“Tsk,” I take the little vial and put it away in my saddlebags, not wanting them to see it.
Working myself up, I pushed the door open and walked inside confidently, acting like everything was normal.
Inside, I was greeted with the sight of my two mothers sitting on the couch, talking. They turned to me, both looking very displeased.
“Hey guys,” I say while giving a little wave, heading for my room quickly.
“Stop,” my mother said, causing me to stop in the middle of the living room.
“Yeah?” I asked, my voice giving me away as it wavered.
“Calypso called,” she said, grossing her legs. “Hurt while training? As in, hurt to the point you needed to cut a hole in your throat to breathe?”
“Yeah, crazy huh?” I replied with a forced laugh. “I fell on-”
“No bullshit, Shayla,” she said as she rubbed her good eye.
“It’s not bullshit, I just fell-”
My mom stood up, looking furious as she stood above me, “What really happened? Who hurt you?!”
I stared at them as they glared at me, obviously not buying the story I was trying to feed them. “Eh…”
“Young mare,” my mother warned, holding up a hoof. “You are not a kid anymore, you’re old enough to move out, so don’t treat us like idiots. Tell us what happened. Now.”
“Erm,” I mumbled, rubbing the back of my head. “Don’t be mad, ‘kay?”
“Oh for fuck sakes,” my mom said as she fell back onto the couch.
“I…” I started, looking at my mother, staring into her eye. “... I tried to perform your Vortex technique. But I screwed up while trying to do the tornado and crashed into some rocks.”
They both glared at me, reading my body language as I smiled nervously back at them.
“Hmmm,” my mother glared harder at me. “No. You got hurt in a fight.”
My eyes went wide as I stuttered, “H-How do you-”
“You’re not good at hiding things from your mothers,” she said, frowning at me. “Plus you just told on yourself.”
I could only blink at them as they both just stared back at me with exhausted looks on their faces.
“What happened?” my mom asked, placing a hand on my mother to calm her.
“... I lost to Domitor,” I mumbled, causing them to look a bit surprised.
“And he cut your throat?!” my mother bellowed, shooting straight up and looking about ready to kill.
“No… well yes,” I stuttered. “He hit me too hard by accident and had to do it to save me.”
“I’ll be right back,” her mother growled as she moved for the door.
“Mama, no, it’s alright! I’ll handle it!” I yelled, trying to stop her.
“I’ve put up with you two fighting because it’s mostly been harmless. A few broken bones is one thing, but almost killing you?! No. Mallo, keep her here,” she said, stepping out the door and slamming it shut.
“What’s she going to do?!” I asked in a panic, turning to my mom.
She just grimaced at me as she walked over and lifted my chin, looking at the cut, “what she needs to do. Now come on, we’re going to your room to wait for her.”
“But I had plans today!” I yell, not wanting to be confined to my room.
“And you can get to them, after this is resolved,” she stated firmly, crossing her arms.
I stared at her, but she wasn’t budging, so I just sighed and nodded. “Fine.”
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Scamp stomped down the street, her anger only rising with each step. She’d put up with Vicar’s son messing with her daughter over the years because they’d just been normal rivals. But almost killing her daughter is a step over the line, and she was putting an end to this. Today.
Kal may just be his step dad, but he’s taken over the father role for Domitor, so that makes anything his son does his responsibility.
As she walked, she heard a few booms above her head as she saw a black dot zooming all over the sky, changing directions at random. She rolled her eyes as she watched the costumed wannabe hero fly all over the sky. It looked like he was looking for something, but she could honestly care less.
Probably just showing off again.
“Hey, Sensei Scamp,” Azure Moon, Rainbow Dash’s twenty two year old daughter, said as she walked up next to the angry Scamp. “You alright?”
“I am not today,” Scamp replied, still walking forward. “Kal’s kid hurt my daughter, so I’m going to handle it right now.”
“Is Shayla okay?” Azure asked, looking up as the costumed stallion exploded over their heads again.
“She’s fine, she’s a tough mare,” she said back, gritting her teeth. “But she’s reckless and cocky. I’ve tried training it out of her, but I’ve screwed up as a mother. I’ve made her into someone who’s used to winning, so she acts like she’ll always win.”
“I mean, is that really a bad thing?” Azure questioned, cocking her head as they walked.
Scamp gave a sharp nod, “yeah, it is a bad thing. If you think all you can do is win, then you won’t take everything serious, and that’s how you get hurt. It happened to me, it happened to her mom, and it’ll happen to her.” She let out a ragged sigh, “I just hope when it happens, it’s in a safe environment and not in the real world.”
“Shayla can handle herself, and when she does eventually lose and get humbled, she’ll handle it with grace,” Azure tried to assure her.
Before she could respond, there was yet another boom above them, followed by Champion floating down in front of them.
“Ladies,” he said, a large smile on his face.
Scamp just rolled her eyes and ignored him, walking around him as Azure did the same, trying to avoid making eye contact.
Champion’s eye twitched, but he didn’t react the way he felt. Instead, he floated after them, getting back in front of the two mares. “I’m actually here to ask a work related question,” he said, giving a wink to Azure, “a ‘saving all of Equestria’ kind of question.”
“What do you want?” Scamp asked with a scowl.
“You two seen a human walking around? Looks homeless?” he asked, his eyes scanning each of them.
“Nope,” Scamp said back simply, continuing on her way.
Azure tried to follow, but he glided up between her and Scamp. “Oh, Azure Moon, I’ve brought you something.”
She smiled awkwardly as he pulled out a very expensive looking pendant and held it out to her.
“I saw it at the Royal Jewel Expo in Canterlot last week, and I just knew I had to get it for you,” he said, holding it closer to her, wanting her to take it.
“Er, thank you, Star Chaser, but I’m good. I don’t really like jewelry,” she said back, not wanting to accept anymore of his gifts.
His smile faltered, but he just put it away and smiled back at her, “I should have known! You’re a rough and tumble kind of mare, not one of those prim and proper mares in Canterlot.”
“Thanks, I think,” she muttered back.
“Of course!” he exclaimed, floating closer to her. “I was also wondering, after I finish saving Equestria today, if you’d want to go out to dinner?”
She looked extremely uncomfortable, looking past him at Scamp for help.
“Star Chaser, get moving,” Scamp said roughly from behind him. “We have business to attend to and you’re getting in our way.”
The corner of Champion’s smile twitched as he turned to face the older Mare. She glared back at him, pointing to the sky.
“Go on, fly,” she said firmly.
He took a deep breath and smiled confidently. “No you are right, I do not have time for this! I need to get back to stopping this new evil and save Equestria!”
“Yep, so hop to it,” she deadpanned.
Without another word, he jumped into the air and shot away, causing a shockwave to rock the area around them.
Scamp didn’t say anything, just shook her head and went back to walking. As Azure caught up to her, she glanced at her, “is he still harassing you?”
“I wouldn’t call it harassing,” she muttered, shaking her head, “he just… doesn’t take no for an answer.”
“That’s harassing,” Scamp stated.
“Well he hasn’t done anything, just won’t stop trying to ask me out on dates. I keep telling him no, but he’s obsessed with me or something.”
“Have you tried ignoring him?”
“I have, but that’s when he got really into me,” she groaned. “What should I do?”
“Normally, I’d say kick his ass,” Scamp started, rubbing her face, “but he’s a superpowered prick now, so that’s not a good idea. Honestly, just put your hoof down and make your feelings clear. If he doesn’t listen, then talk to his mother. She’s the only one who can keep him in line.”
“Thank you, Sensei,” Azure said with a thankful smile. “What are you planning to do about Domitor hurting your daughter?”
Scamp looked ahead, the mansion just now coming into view. “I’m talking to his asshole of a father.”
“Ew,” Azure said, making a face. “Have fun with that.”
“Good luck with your love struck stallion problem,” she replied, getting a chuckle out of the other mare.
“Yeah, I’ll need the luck,” she said, taking her leave and walking away down a different street.
Now alone, Scamp picked up her pace and headed straight for the mansions front door.
Upon reaching it, she slammed her paw into it, shaking the whole door.
It didn’t take long for someone to open the door. It was Lemon Tape, a cup of something hot in his hoof.
“Ah, Scamp, finally taking me up on my offer for love?” he said in a terrible rendition of a seductive tone.
“Can it, idiot,” Scamp said, holding up a claw and pointing it at him. “I’m here for you boss.”
He just winked and stepped aside. “Give it time, I’ll wear you down eventually.”
“That’s not creepy at all,” she said, stepping in and shoving him hard out of her way.
His only reaction was to laugh as she stomped towards Kal’s study. After walking down a few hallways, she came to his door.
She didn’t bother to knock this time as she bucked the door open and walked in, her eye instantly locking onto Kal as he sat at his desk reading something.
“Yes, Scamp?” he asked, putting it down and giving her a wide smile.
“You know why I’m here,” she said simply, stepping up to his desk and lifting herself up on it, slamming her hooves down on it.
“Because my good for nothing son hurt your daughter,” he said back, getting a nod from her. “Yes, I’ve heard. He told me, and I punished him.”
“Not good enough,” Scamp said, narrowing her eye at him. “This is over, Kal. I’ve put up with you and your son’s antics over the years, but today, you’ve both stepped over the line.”
“I did not tell my son to hurt your daughter,” he said back calmly. “He acted on his own accord.”
“You’re his fucking FATHER!” she bellowed, slamming a hoof down hard on the desk. “Don’t push blame solely onto him! You’re the real problem here, kids take after their parents!”
Kal jumped up and slammed his hooves down on the desk as well, getting his face a foot away from Scamp’s, “I have done everything in my power to change his path! He was brought into this world to rival your daughter, and I have done everything I can to change that! But he’s stubborn!”
“This ends here, Kal!” she screamed back, slamming her head forward and butting heads with him. “Get your son under control, and keep him away from Shayla. If I so much as hear of a little scrape between the two, or even just a few crossed words, then I’m coming back here with the police!” she slammed her head into his again as he pushed back against her. “Your son is a menace, just like his father before him. Get him in line, before I do it myself!”
Kal growled at her, but gave a sharp nod. “For you, Scamp, I’ll make sure this NEVER happens again.”
She reached up and shoved him back with her paw, sneering at him. “You better, for all of your sake.”
With a final slam of her hoof, cracking the desk a bit, she spun around and left the office, leaving Kal standing there fuming.
Once she slammed the door, and the sounds of her hooves could be heard leaving the hallway, Hester and Ulystee suddenly appeared next to his desk. Ulystee had his hoof on Hester, who had the ability to turn himself and anyone touching him invisible.
“Are you really just going to let her leave like that?” Hester asked.
“We really need to just kill her already, before she screws anything else up,” Ulystee stated, frowning.
Kal adjusted his goggles and shook his head, looking displeased. “No, killing her is too good for her. If I wanted to kill her, I’d have done it without any of these theatrics, back when she was pregnant and not able to react properly. No, I want her to suffer.”
“We need to proceed with caution at least. Her daughter is the only one who can get us into that dimension. If she decides not to take us, then this all falls apart,” Hester said as he stood at attention behind Kal.
“After I lost my Ego,” Kal said, staring out the window, “I gave up hope of achieving my goals. But as we learned, if I can get into this special dimension, I can get a power that equals an Ego.” He turned to face his two men, “we’re going to keep going forward with this plan. Scamp will get hers in due time, but right now, she’s not my concern. We need to get ready to leave, and we need to stall Shayla for as long as we can without her losing interest in helping us.”
“What of Domitor?” Ulystee asked carefully.
“Tsk,” Kal grumbled, shaking his head. “Should have got rid of him after that night we lost to Scamp. But his mother begged me to keep him around. If she wasn’t so useful to me, I’d just dispose of him.”
They both watched as he turned and looked out the window. “You two focus on your task, I’ll handle the rest.”
The two nodded and walked for the door, leaving Kal alone in his office. Outside his window, he’d catch glimpses of Champion zooming through the sky, looking for Loric.
He frowned, as this all now hinged on him beating Loric, since he was one of the few who could stop them at this point. But, he was confident with the item he gave Champion, that he’d come out on top. If not… then he’d have to take drastic measures.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 4
Flippy Dew grunted as she pushed the cart up the hill, her hooves scraping against the ground a few times as she lost her footing randomly. But she pushed through it and struggled to keep going. Yet, she slipped again and this time lost her grip on the cart, causing it to roll all the way back to the start of the hill.
She let out a frustrated scream and galloped down after it, barely catching up to it to prevent it from falling over. Grunting, she looked back to the top of the hill, realizing she’d have to start all over again.
Reluctantly, she got behind the cart and started pushing again.
“Hey, little horse, I have a question,” a voice called out to her, causing her to stop pushing the cart and look around. Her eyes went wide in shock as she saw a human walking towards her.
She was used to seeing Bronies in their human forms, but they almost never took on their original forms, so to see one just walking around as a human was a bit strange.
“Uh… yeah?” she asked as the human stepped up to her, a relaxed smile on his face as he kept his hands in his pockets.
“You see an evil guy walking around here? Probably has an evil lair or something? Maybe even an evil overlord?” he asked, chewing on a piece of wood sticking out of his mouth, like a little stick or something.
“... No?” she replied, her face giving away her confusion.
“Ah, yeah, that’s what everyone keeps telling me,” he chuckled, starting to walk away, but then turned to face her. “Need help?”
She blinked at him, then shrugged, “I mean, I guess I could use some help. I need to get this to my mothers workplace, but I can’t get it over this hill.”
“I got ya,” he said simply, walking over and grabbing the handle. He then causally began to walk up the hill, dragging it behind him.
“Uh,” she muttered, surprised he was having no problem walking up the hill with the heavy cart.
Once they reached the top, he dropped the handle and turned to face her, smiling lazily.
“Thank you,” she said, giving him a little head nod.
“No problem,” he replied, turning to leave again.
But as he started to walk away, a boom was heard overhead as Champion appeared out of nowhere and slammed into the ground in front of the man, standing tall as he glared at him.
“You good, guy dressed like a vampire?” the man asked, raising an eyebrow at the overly dramatic entrance of Champion.
The costumed stallion looked around at all the ponies in the area who were watching them, then looked right at the man. “I am Champion, Hero of Equestria!”
The man chuckled, holding up a hand, “Whoa there, no need to be so hostile and loud.” He then put his hand back in his pocket. “I take it you’re this dimension’s guardian? I can see the Ego just gushing out of your body. You need to get control of that, you’ll be a lot more powerful if ya do.”
This put a frown on Champion’s face as he squared up with the man. “You dare invade our world? To hurt these innocent ponies?!”
“Calm down,” the man laughed, still looking relaxed. “I’m not here to hurt anyone. I’m hunting a dangerous being right now, and I know he’s hiding somewhere in this dimension.” He took a step towards the stallion, holding out a hand. “I am Loric.”
Without responding, Champion flickered forward, his hoof going for a strike on the man's chest. But as his hoof made contact, it seemed to faze through the man as he suddenly appeared to the right of his previous position.
This caused Flippy Dew’s eyes to go wide, as she didn’t even see either of them move.
“Why are you attacking me?” Loric asked in a confused tone as Champion just spun on him and attempted to attack him again, but his hoof connected with just the after image of the man as he appeared to the side again. “I’m not your enemy, horse man.”
“Yes you are!” Champion roared, throwing punch after punch at the man, only to hit open air as the man easily dodged him. “You are a threat to all these good ponies!”
“Get him, Champion!” someone yelled, followed by most of the crowd cheering him on.
All except Flippy Dew, who was seeing this fight in a different light thanks to meeting the man beforehand, and her experience with Champion in the past. She watched as Champion got faster and faster, to the point all she was seeing was flickering images of the two as they danced around each other.
Then Loric appeared a couple yards away from Champion, holding up a hand. “Stop. I’m not going to fight you, there’s no need.”
But Champion didn’t listen as he seemed to be concentrating his breathing. “I’ll give you this; you’re fast.”
“Thank you,” Loric replied, his calm smile still on his face.
“But I’m faster,” Champion replied as he appeared before the man in an instant and went for an attack. Just as before, his hoof connected with just air as the man appeared next to him, but a boom filled the air as he suddenly flickered, his hoof now connecting with the man's face.
Loric slid backwards, destroying the ground beneath his feet as he stayed upright, not seeming that affected by the hit. “Wow!” He yelled out, reaching up and grabbing his jaw, working it as he smiled back at Champion. “Okay, I did not expect that!”
This caused Champion to smirk as he stood there, his cape blowing in the wind.
Then the mans face fell into a frown as he looked at Champion, seeming to scan him in a more serious manner. “Oh… you’re not a hero, are you?”
Champion’s eyes darted around the area as everyone kept cheering for him.
“You’re working for him,” Loric said in a cold tone as he began to look less calm and relaxed, and more serious and dangerous.
“Finally going to fight back?” Champion asked as he seemed to start to get more powerful as well.
“Sure am,” Loric said as he and Champion disappeared, only reappearing for a split second ever so often as one of them landed a hit. They seemed to be all over the place, in the sky and on the ground. It was impossible to keep track of them as they flickered in and out of view.
Massive explosions filled the air as each hit caused a lot of damage to anything that was unfortunate enough to be near it.
Flippy Dew watched in amazement as the fighting only got more and more intense, to the point she couldn't even see it anymore, just hear it as they fought all around them.
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I paced around my room, grumbling to myself as my Mom sat on my bed, playing on her phone. Checking the clock revealed it’d been well over an hour since she left, so she should be back by now! I have shit to do!
“Can I just, go?” I asked, looking at my mom.
“Not till your Mother gets back,” she replied, not even looking up at me.
Before I could protest, I heard the front door open and shut, causing me to let out a happy sigh.
After a moment, my mother stepped into the room, a frown on her face.
“So, how’d it go?” my mom asked from the bed.
She looked at us, shaking her head. “I handled it.”
“What’s that mean though?!” I asked nervously, afraid she’d done something stupid.
With a sigh, she turned to me, “Shayla, going forward you and Domitor are to avoid each other. No more fighting, hear me?”
This brought a scowl to my face. Not because I wanted to keep fighting Domitor, but because she was the one trying to make that decision for me.
“I am an adult now, Mama! You can’t just decide what I can and can’t do!”
This definitely was the wrong thing to say as she went from looking tired and exhausted to furious, her eye burning with anger.
“Scamp,” my mom said calmly from behind me, which caused my mother to stop herself and take a deep breath.
“You may be a YOUNG adult now,” she said carefully, watching her tone as she spoke, “but you will always be our daughter, and we will do anything to keep you safe.”
“And while under our roof, you will listen to us,” my mom added from behind me.
“Then I guess I should move out, right?” I asked, going to the extreme to get a reaction out of them.
“I guess you could,” my mom said from behind me.
“Yeah, you could move out,” my mother said calmly, her shoulders slumping. “Have no one over you, doing your own thing. Sounds like a dream, huh?”
I just frown at her, as this was not the reaction I wanted.
My mother stepped into the room, placing a hoof on my shoulder. “Sweetie, I’m just looking out for you the best way I know how too.”
“By controlling what I do?” I counter.
“No, by helping you make decisions you’re not mature enough to make on your own. This rivalry with Domitor has run its course. You’ve won all fights till this one, consider this over. He got his one win, no matter if he deserved it or not. The mature thing for you to do is take a step back and be the bigger pony.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” I grumbled, sitting down and crossing my legs. “You’ve won pretty much all your fights.”
She and my mom just started laughing at this.
“I most certainly have not won all my fights,” she remarked, wiping a tear from her eye. “Honey, I got to where I am today because I lost a few fights. The ones I lost are the ones that shaped me into who I am today. It’s how I fell in love with your mom after all.”
I knew the story, they fought, my mom beat my mother in a fight, and they formed a connection based on that. Lovely story, but that’s not me! I don’t lose fights.
“Shayla, just do us this one favor, to make us feel better,” my mom said as she stood up from my bed and stepped over to us, kneeling down beside us, “just step away from this one fight. You have nothing to prove, you’re already one of the strongest mares around. No need to go out and prove that further.”
Grumbling, I nodded in agreement. “Fine.”
“Thank you,” my mother said, pulling me into a hug as my mom threw her arms around us, joining the hug.
“Yeah yeah,” I mumbled, wiggling out of the hug. “Can I go now?”
“You’re free to leave,” my mother chuckled, followed by me quickly walking around her. But then the whole house shook as something exploded nearby.
“What was that?!” my mom asked in a panicked voice.
“That numbskull ‘Champion’ is fighting a new ‘threat’ to Equestria apparently,” my mother said, rolling her eye. “Just ignore him, as usual.”
‘This again?’ I thought as I walked through the house and out the front door. I looked to the sky and could just barely make out two dots dashing all over the sky above my house. They were clashing together, causing all kinds of shockwaves and energy to explode around them, then they’d break apart and zoom away from each other. Only to slam right back into each other and do it all over again.
Honestly, I don’t think I’ve seen Champion fight this hard before, but oh well, he’ll figure himself out.
Ignoring the fighting above me, I moved away from my house and headed for Roxxy’s house.
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Four hours later
Domitor sat at his window, looking out as he watched the ongoing fight happening high in the sky. He was having a hard time tracking their movements through his telescope, but from what he could see, it looked like they were evenly matched, and just getting stronger and stronger.
They’d had to move their fight to the sky exclusively as when they were close to the ground, they were destroying too much with their constant clashing.
This the level that Domitor wanted to be on, so strong that NO ONE could hurt him again. But as he watched the two titans fight, he knew he’d never make it to that level on his own. This kind of fighting was beyond normal conventions.
Finally taking his attention from the fighting, he moved back to his desk, reaching under it and hitting a small lever, causing his desk top to pop up, revealing a hidden compartment right under the surface. Lifting it up, he pulled out a few pens and pencils, and one of his drawing notebooks.
His father had forbidden him from ever drawing again, as it angered him for some reason, yet he couldn’t stop himself as he took his drawing supplies over to the window and sat down.
Propping himself up, he looked out at the distant fight, not able to see it anymore with just his naked eyes. Thinking to himself, he raised a pencil up and began to draw.
After some time, he sat it back, revealing a sketch of him standing tall with ponies around him cheering, little hearts coming up from the admiring crowd.
He smiled a bit to himself as he flipped the page and began to draw another image.
Outside the window, down on the street, he saw Shayla and a few of her friends run out of a building, all looking to be laughing as they took off for the forest outside of town.
His smile faded as he kept drawing, his drawing taking on a new life as he scratched away at the pad with his pencil. Once he’d finished, he looked at it, a sad look on his face.
The picture was a sketch of him with a few faceless ponies around him, all of them hugging him with a happy look on his face. He just stared at the picture, entranced by it.
But looking at the picture only reminded him of his current situation, so with an angry growl, he ripped the page from the book and shredded it to pieces in front of himself.
No longer being in the mood to draw, he walked back over to his desk and shoved it all back into the hiding spot and slammed it shut.
With nothing else to do, since he couldn’t leave his room, he took up his spot in the middle of his room and took on a fighting stance. An invisible opponent in front of him.
Screams of rage filled the second floor as he fought against his ‘opponent’, going all out.
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The next morning
A massive explosion high above my house woke me up, causing me to grumble as I forced myself to sit up. They were still fighting!
I barely got any sleep last night, as every time I slipped into sleep, they seemed to get closer to my house, waking me up again.
Stepping out of my room, I found both my parents already awake and in the kitchen, looking way more rested than I did.
“Did you two get any sleep last night?” I asked, taking my seat at the table.
“Yep,” my mother laughed, making breakfast for us.
My mom was sitting at the table with me, drinking her coffee as she read something on her phone. “You should of taken our offer of sleeping in our room, honey. Sound proofing makes a big difference.”
“I hate your bed,” I mumble, laying my head on the table. “Besides, I’m too old to sleep in my parents bed.”
“Could have made a bed on the floor,” my mother chuckled as she placed a plate down in front of me and patted my head with her hoof.
I hadn’t thought of that… too late now.
“I still think it’s weird you two have sound proofing on your walls,” I comment, picking up some food and shoving it into my mouth.
“Trust me, you don’t need to know,” my mother says, putting down two iron milkshakes for me and my mom.
“What, you two fucking loud?” I ask, smirking at them as I try to make them uncomfortable.
“Yep, your mother over there is VERY LOUD!” my mom laughed, causing my mother to frown at her.
“Mallo! ZIP IT!” she yelled, throwing food at my laughing mom.
“Gross,” I muttered, turning my focus to just my food and drink.
“Don’t make dirty comments if you can’t handle the same being thrown back at you,” my mom laughed, reaching over and ruffling up my mane.
“Meh!” I groaned, moving away and fixing my mane.
“So,” my mother said as she took her own seat at the table, her own food in front of herself, “got plans for today?”
“Just hang out with my friends,” I reply, going back to shoveling food into my mouth.
“Any plans on looking at jobs?” she pressed, getting a groan out of me.
“Mama, I told you, I don’t want to get a job. I want to be an adventurer like you and mom were!”
My mother rolled her eyes, “sweetie, I didn’t start out doing things like that. I went through the military and then the police force before I went out and did any kind of adventure.”
“You took a few years off after highschool to travel the world,” I countered, getting her to shrug.
“Okay, you got me there. But I had a reason…” she stopped herself, a smile forming on her face. “Alright, I see your point. All I ask is to think about it, okay?”
“Can do,” I say back, happy the conversation was over.
“What about college?” my mom asked, causing me to let out an exasperated sigh.
“Oh my God, please don’t go on that subject again! Neither of you went to college, so I don’t have to go either!”
“Things are different here than they were for either of us,” my mom said, looking at my mother and taking her paw in her hand.
This didn’t appease me as I rolled my eyes and shoved my empty plate away. “Look, no college for me. I hated school, and the last thing I want to do is do more of it! You know how hard it was for me to sit and just concentrate on shit!”
“Yeah, you get that from me,” my mother said, picking at her food. “I learned better by doing, not by sitting in a classroom.”
“So you understand what I mean then?” I say, looking at her.
“Eeyep,” she replied, glancing up at me. “You don’t need to go to college. It’s not necessary to have a good life.”
“Thank you,” I say, a bit surprised she’d agreed with me on that.
“Now, I think college would do her some good,” my mom said, frowning at my mother.
“Mallo, let’s not have this fight again, please,” my mother said, looking extremely tired.
My mom shook her head and went back to eating. I’d be worried about them, but they were still holding hands, their claws rubbing against each other slowly.
Love is gross.
“Well, I’m out of here,” I say, downing the last of my iron milkshake and moving for the front door.
“Just be careful, those two idiots above us have only gotten more intense since last night,” my mother warned.
I just held up a hand, giving her a thumbs up as I kept walking for the door.
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Discord,Main 6,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Human,Adventure,Comedy,Drama,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Profanity,Sex,Violence
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Living The Dream
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When the world ends, a young man gets a chance to relive his life in the world of Equestria.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 5
“This is getting… out of hand,” Lance muttered as he and his son sat on their roof, watching the explosions in the sky caused by the fighting.
“Have you talked with the princesses about this?” Spark asked, frowning.
“I did, but they said the best thing to do was sit back and just let Champion handle this one,” he said, shaking his head. “Honestly, this guy he’s fighting seems to be way too powerful.”
Without warning, the biggest boom of the fight happened, causing the trees to wave violently and buildings to vibrate and groan. Looking through his binoculars, Lance saw that the man had landed a full on hit on Champion, sending him rocketing into the sky.
“Hm… that can’t be good,” Lance muttered, getting his son to look at him in confusion.
“What do you-” he started to say, but then he saw something that made his eyes go wide.
The moon, which was still barely in the sky, suddenly split, straight down the middle.
“... did that man just punch Star Chaser into the moon?!” Spark yelped, jumping to his hooves.
“He sure as hell did,” Lance said solemnly.
“What kind of man is he fighting?!”
“Nothing normal, that’s for sure…” Lance said, rubbing his face. “Luna’s gonna be pissed at this one.” Then his eyes went wide as he looked back to the moon with his binoculars, seeing Champion rocketing back to the planet at an incredible speed. But that’s not what was causing him to panic. The moon, which used to have an image of an angry female Draconequus’s face on it, was now blank.
“Oh fuck,” he said as he lowered the binoculars and looked at his son. “We need to get to Canterlot, now!”
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“That’s just fucking cool,” I said in awe as I saw the moon was now split in half. This guy Champion is fighting must be super fucking strong to do something like that! Like a Dragon Ball Z character! Oh hell yeah!
I threw a few punches at the air in front of me, getting a bit hyped thinking about the fight above me devolving into a DBZ style fight.
The town around me was quiet, as it was still early enough in the morning that most people were still asleep.
As I walked, I heard the sound of something slamming into the ground like a lightning bolt behind me. Spinning around, I found myself staring at a very strange sight.
Someone who looked a lot like Discord was slowly standing up, looking very confused and dazed. But unlike Discord, this was a female. Huh, she kinda looks like the image on the moon…
Oh.
“Well this sure is an interesting development!” the creature exclaimed, standing up straight and stretching its back. Then a large telescope appeared before them as they looked up at the fight above us. “Hm… those two are scarily strong, that’s for sure.”
Then it laughed, “is that Frederic’s boy? Star Chaser? Oh that IS interesting!”
I took a step back, causing the creature to look at me and raise an eyebrow. “What the fuck are you?!”
“Eh,” I started to say, but I just stared at the strange character before me. My parents had told me the image on the moon was of an old friend of the bronies who had been the cause of a lot of trouble for them. But they never went into details, just gave the basics.
The Draconequus suddenly appeared next to me and snapped her fingers, causing me to flip into the air and land on a chair that appeared out of nowhere. They spun me around, seeming to be looking me over. “Yeah, I don’t know what you are. But you look very badass, I’ll admit that.”
As I started to speak, they stopped spinning me and grabbed my hand, forcing me to shake their hand.
“The names Annabel, but you can call me Anarchy, Queen of lust and chaos!” she exclaimed, shaking my hand aggressively.
“Eh… Shayla Beltosh,” I said back, unsure of how to treat this creature.
“And where did you come from? Because I’ve never seen something like you before!” she said as she snapped her fingers, causing me to fall onto the ground as the chair disappeared.
“My moms?” was the only thing I could say, as I didn’t exactly know how to answer her. “I’m part pony, part Kejtdra.”
“The fuck is a ‘Kejtdra’?” she asked, scrunching up her nose.
“Uh…. I don’t know how to answer that,” I replied, causing her to roll her eyes.
“Where’s Discord?” she asked with a wide smile on her face, and started using an oversized magnifying glass to look around us.
“He, uh,” I started, trying to remember where he actually was, since I've only met him twice. “Eh, I think he took Spike and Malbatorus on a guys trip.”
“I see,” she said with a glare, flicking out a claw and using it to clean her ear. “Any clue when they’ll be back?”
“No?” I said back, not liking the way her mood kept switching.
“What about Lance?” she asked suddenly, a crazy look now on her face. “I want to visit an old friend and… catch up.”
Okay, now I’m sure I don't want to reveal anything else to her.
“No idea,” I said carefully.
“Someone's a liar,” she said in a sing-song voice, slithering around me and coming up in front of me, holding the Watcher’s vial. “And who are you?”
“Hey, give that back!” I yelled, eyes going wide. I lunged for her, but she just laughed as she snapped her fingers, causing me to fly past her, now in a straightjacket.
“You’re a strange little guy,” she said, dangling the Watcher in front of her face. “There’s something weird about you, I just can’t place a talon on it.”
“Be careful with that!” I yelled, flexing my body and using my claws to shred my way out of the stupid piece of clothing.
“Why? Is he dangerous?” she asked, a mischievous smile on her face.
“Yes!” I yelled, dashing towards her and making a grab for it, but she just chuckled as she glided backwards, snapping her fingers. I fell to the ground, now in a box with just my head sticking out. “Hey!”
“You’re a feisty little thing!” she laughed, then held a hand up next to the vial. “So, if I, I don’t know, let him out, that’d be bad?”
“Very bad!” I yelled, struggling to tear my way out of the box.
“Uh oh,” she said with a smirk, snapping her finger. “He’s out!”
I winched, turning away, not wanting to see what happened next. But after a few moments of nothing happening, I turned back to see her holding the vial, a confused look on her face as the Watcher just blinked at her from the vial.
“What the?!” she growled, snapping her finger over and over again, but nothing changed. “What kind of stupid magic is on this thing?!”
Not taking any more chances, and seeing she was distracted, I propelled myself at her and snatched the vial from her. I landed on the ground behind her and squared up, glaring at her.
She just frowned at me, her face no longer looking easy going or friendly. “Okay, enough distractions. Where is Lance?”
“Dunno who that is,” I responded, narrowing my eyes.
“Lying little lizard pony thing,” she growled, snapping her finger and causing the sky to go dark with thunderclouds.
I darted my eyes around us, trying to figure out how to handle her. I’m used to fighting others physically, but this creature has powers like Discord. And I can confidently say… I don’t think I can fight this one alone.
“Once more, Lance or any of his friends,” she said, holding her hand up, ready to snap.
How to handle this?
“Why do you want to know where they are?” I asked, trying to buy time for me to think of something.
“Payback,” she said evenly, then snapped her finger causing the buildings around us to sag and reform into statues of each of the bronies. “They take things too seriously, and they punish me for a few harmless pranks.”
“From what I know, they weren’t exactly harmless,” I say back, watching as the statues around us start to laugh creepily, the dark clouds above making everything look very sinister.
She smiled at me, a smile that caused my fur to raise as I felt like she was a predator, and I was the prey. “Careful, little mutant, you don’t want to see me when I’m… upset.”
The statues around us began to laugh so hard that tears began to fall from their eyes. Oh, bloody tears, how original.
Then her ears twitched as she looked into the distance, snapping her finger and returning everything to normal. “How annoying.”
And just like that, she side stepped into a portal and disappeared, just as Celestia and Luna appeared right where she’d been standing.
“Drat, we missed her!” Luna yelled, her horn flaring as she swept it over the area.
Celestia turned and stared at me, looking extremely worried. “Are you alright, Shayla?”
“Uh, yeah,” I replied, standing up and hiding the Watcher’s Vial under a wing. “The Bitch in the Moon is loose.”
“We are aware,” Luna said, looking up and seeing her son was still fighting the other man. “And my son is busy right now, so we’ll have to handle this one on our own.”
“Great, I’ll go get-” I started, but they cut me off.
“No, Shayla, this will be dangerous. Go get your mothers for us, and tell them to meet us at the Mellowed Pie. We’re going to have to gather everyone and handle this correctly this time,” Celestia said, flashing away before I could reply.
I looked at Luna, who was staring at the moon with an angry and sad look on her face. “Such a tragedy…” Then she looked at me, “I know sitting out adventures is hard, but this one is not for the in experienced.”
A scowl appeared on my face, but she just bowed and flashed away. Taking out my phone, I sent a text to my mother, letting her know the Princesses needed her at the Mellowed Pie. I wasn’t going back home just to tell her that.
Then an idea entered my mind as I texted the group chat for Phantasm Troupe.
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“You know, on the scale of one to terrible, this idea is easily at the top of the shit list,” Dude said, rubbing his face as we all stood in our clubhouse.
“I know right?” I said with an excited smile. “This is the worst idea ever, which is why we gotta do it!”
“Shayla,” Roxxy said calmly, getting my attention. “Let’s let the Princesses and the bronies handle this one. This is their fight, not ours. This Anarchy is a horrible being, one of the worst this world has seen, according to my dad at least.”
“But if WE defeat her, everyone will finally take us seriously!” I point out.
Nightstreak shook his head, “none of us care if anyone takes us seriously. Let the professionals handle this one.”
I frowned as I looked at each of my friends.
“I’d rather not fight her…” Flippy Dew muttered, rubbing her shoulder nervously.
“Me neither,” Summer Breeze added.
I took a deep breath and stood tall in the middle of my friends. “Guys, we can do this. We need to do this. When college starts, everything will change. We may be split up for a long long time!”
“While that could be true,” Roxxy said, standing up and putting a hoof on my shoulder, “that doesn’t mean we have to go face a crazy Draconequus. There’s plenty of other adventures we can go on that aren’t this dangerous.”
Reaching up, I put a hand on her hoof and looked at everyone, “look, guys, you’ve all got your shit figured out. You all know what you want to do. Well, this is what I want to do with my life. I want to fight the impossible, face down foes that are out of my reach. I want to do it with all of you, but I won’t make any of you come with me.”
“Wait, you’re going no matter what?” Dude asked, getting a nod from me.
“Well shit, guess I’m going to face Anarchy,” he groaned, sitting down hard.
“Come on, guys, we shouldn’t do this,” Roxxy said, looking at everyone.
“I don’t want you to go alone,” Flippy Dew mumbled. “I’m going too.”
“Count us in, I guess,” Nightstreak said, getting a nod from his sister.
“Oh we’re all just big idiots who follow an even bigger idiot,” Roxxy whined, rubbing her face.
I leaned forward, giving her puppy dog eyes.
She blinked at me and shoved my face away, “Stop that! I’m going, okay?!”
“Alright!” I exclaimed, jumping into the air above everyone, slamming into the ceiling.
“But what’s the plan?” Dude asked.
“Plan is simple,” I state, flying down and striking a pose. “We’re going to go find her and gang up on her! She’ll either kill us all or like our determination!”
“Wait, our plan is to go fight her, lose, and hope she likes us?” Nightstreak yelped.
I just laugh, shaking my head, “Of course not! We’re going to go and fight so damn hard, that we overwhelm her! Or we lose and she likes us or some shit. I’m still workshopping the idea.”
“Oh great,” Roxxy muttered, “when I was making the list of all the ways we could all die, I never thought to put ‘killed by insane Draconequus’.”
“We got this,” I laughed, putting her into a headlock and ruffling up her mane.
She didn’t fight me, just sat there, groaning. “Why do we follow you again?”
“Because you love me!” I laugh, letting her go and jumping for the door, kicking it open. “Now come on, Phantasm Troupe! We gots a bitch to fry!”
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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2022-11-27T20:18:09+00:00
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Chapter 6
“How are we going to handle her this time?” Greg asked, leaning forward in his wheelchair, “none of us, except Lance, are like we used to be. Last time it took all of us just to bring her down, and that was with Frederic and Peter helping us.”
“We’re going to use the elements,” Twilight stated, but Celestia shook her head.
“I’m afraid those are in the possession of Anarchy.”
“How did she already get them?!” Lance yelled, standing up and stomping a hoof.
“Chaos magic is… complicated and impossible to predict. She went after them while we were teleporting in to stop her in New Ponyville. We’re going to have to deal with her on a more personal level,” Celestia said grimly.
“Don’t think we could just talk to her?” Rainbow Dash offered, but only got sad looks in response. “Didn’t think so…”
“We need Discord,” Jero stated as he went through a small computer that once belonged to Ominus.
“We’re trying to locate him right now,” Luna assured him. “But till we reach him, we need to act. The longer Anarchy is free, the stronger she’ll get.”
“Let’s just kill her,” Scamp offered. “No need playing around it. Sometimes the only way to fix a problem is to put it down, permanently.”
“I’m certainly open to it,” Lance muttered, sitting back down by his wife.
“We don’t need to kill her,” Spark interjected. “In the past we tried talking with her, and when that didn’t work we banished her. Maybe this time around, we can try and reason with her. Being up there on the moon for about twenty years must have done something to her, so maybe she’ll listen this time.”
“That’s wishful thinking, son,” Lance said as he patted his shoulder.
“We’ll consider all options,” Celestia announced.
“Any idea when Champion will finish with that guy up there?” Zorrow asked as he and Moxxi stood next to each other.
“It’s hard to say,” Luna replied with a grimace. “They have been fighting far longer than I’d thought possible, so all we can do is deal with this problem and hope he finishes soon.”
“Great,” Scamp muttered, clearly not happy with the situation.
Jero stood up suddenly, smiling, “I may actually have an idea.”
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“I’m still not fully behind this idea,” Roxxy said as we all walked down the street together.
I just gave her a large smile and slugged her shoulder. “This’ll be worth it, trust me.”
Above us, the battle between the two titans raged on, not seeming to slow down at all.
“How are we even going to find her?” Nightstreak asked.
“Simple,” I reply, pointing to the forest. “We go to the house she and Discord shared.”
“How… do you even know where that is?” Roxxy asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
“You know me, I love to explore,” I say back, getting a few groans from the group. “I found it a few years ago, but it was really run down.”
“I don’t think she’d stay in a run down house then,” Dude said, but I just kept walking.
“I think she would, so let's go there first.”
“If I die today,” Flippy Dew said as she frowned at me, “I’m haunting you.”
“Deal,” I laugh, picking up my pace to almost a full gallop as they all tried to keep up.
I led them through the forest, dodging trees and jumping ditches.
After a good amount of running, we came upon a cabin surrounded by bushes and trees, which completely hid it from view from above.
“That’s their old home?” Nightstreak asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yep,” I say, walking confidently towards the front door. “The inside is pretty bland, since Discord took all of their things when he moved out.”
“I don’t think she’s here, Shayla,” Roxxy said as we approached the front door, with everything looking untouched, vines and bushes covering the exterior of the building.
I frown, as I was starting to think she was right.
Reaching the door, I gave it a hard shove, forcing it open. I squeezed in through the barely open door, followed by my friends.
A wide smile appeared on my face at what I saw.
“... Fucking damn it,” Dude muttered as we now found ourselves in a completely different location, one that resembled nothing but appsolute chaos.
“Found her,” I say, giving them a wink.
“Great, now what? Walk in and say hello?” Roxxy asked, looking very worried.
“Yep!” I exclaim, jumping forward and cupping my hands to my mouth, “Yo! Annabel the crazy bitch! Get out here!”
“Oh come on!” Roxxy yelped, grabbing my tail and pulling me back.
“Think before you act, Shayla!” Summer Breeze groaned, helping drag me back to the front door.
“Well well well,” a sultry voice said from all around us as the front door disappeared. “I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again, lizard mare. And you brought friends!”
“Yeah, so why don’t you stop hiding like a pussy and come out here!” I yelled, causing my friends to all facehoof.
Not too far away from us, on a floating couch, appeared the female Draconequus, wearing a very suggestive outfit.
“My, such strong and confident words from one such as yourself,” she cooed, eyeing me with those predatorial eyes of hers.
“What? You coming on to me?” I say back, giving her a confident smirk.
This just caused her to laugh as she slithered over the back of the couch and appeared next to me. “So, you all come here to admire me? Or stop me?”
“Stop you,” I say, giving her a wink.
“And how do you plan to do that? Hm?” she asked, slithering around me.
“Like this,” I say as I put two claws in my mouth and whistle loudly.
Without warning, my five friends jumped forward and grabbed hold of her, which just caused her to roll her eyes.
I flexed hard, breaking out of her snake-like embrace and slammed a fist right into her face.
“Oh, ouch,” she said in a dramatic and bored voice as she disappeared and reappeared near us. “Your grand plan is to attack me physically? That’s rather boring.”
“What? You don’t think you can fight me fairly?” I asked, standing on my hindlegs and getting into a fighting stance as my friends all did the same.
She sighed and snapped her fingers, causing all of us to get tied up with rope. “I’m not in the mood to play games like that. I’m just waiting for Lance and company to arrive so the real fun can begin.”
We all struggled against the ropes, but I found myself unable to break out of them or even cut them.
“Way to go, Shayla,” Dude groaned, “I knew we should have come up with a better plan.”
Anarchy looked between each of us, tapping her chin, “hm… All of you but the lizard girl give off a familiar aura…”
Then, she smiled widely as she snapped her fingers, causing images of our parents to appear before us.
“Oh! You’re the kids of the Bronies!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together in excitement. “This changes things!”
“What do you mean?” I ask, still struggling against my restraints.
“Silence you, I don’t know who your parents are, so you mean nothing to me,” she said, snapping her fingers. The scenery around me changed as I suddenly found myself high in the sky, still tied up. It appeared I was still in her weird alternate dimension as well.
My eyes went wide as I started to fall. “Ah shit!”
I started to fall towards the ground, picking up speed as I went.
“Come the fuck on!” I yelled, fighting against the restraints as hard as I could. All I could achieve was getting my wings free, which would have to be enough.
Flapping hard, I awkwardly slowed my descent, but I wasn’t able to completely stop as I slammed straight into the ground.
“And dead!” I heard her voice cheer from afar.
The ropes around me disappeared, allowing me to stretch out my limbs. Groaning loudly, I forced myself up and looked around.
Nothing around me made sense, as there were lewd statues all around me mixed in with the scenery. I frowned at the overly erotic displays. Queen of Lust indeed…
Coughing loudly, I force myself up, holding my chest. Definitely something broken in there, but that fall could have been a lot worse. Having metal bones and a tough body definitely saved me there.
Walking forward, breathing a tad bit raggedy, I started heading for the only structure I could see in this endless expanse of erotic chaos. The building ahead looked to be a simple home, which could easily just be a trap.
In the distance, I could hear her laughing and the sounds of my friends screaming. This may have been a mistake…
Gritting my teeth, I continued forward, reaching the front door and slamming my head into it, knocking it off its hinges.
Stepping inside, I found myself in a museum of sorts. Or maybe a hall of memories would be a better word for it, as everything looked to be images and statues of Anarchy’s past.
Walking further in, I found myself looking at a particular display. It was a small TV playing what looked to be Lance and the Bronies in female bodies running from a massive crowd.
“Huh…” I mumbled, moving to another display, this one showing Lance and co. running from a crowd of mares. She watched as a younger Zorrow got tackled by Pinkie Pie and his friends trying to help him.
They all ran except Lance, who kept trying to save him.
“Run man, save yourself,” Zorrow yelled, followed by Lance turning and running away without any hesitation.
“Thanks dude, I so owe you!" Lance yelled over his shoulder.
Zorrow looked extremely panicked and take aback by this, "What the fuck! I didn't fucking mean it! Get back here and save me!"
But his friends kept running away.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at this as I moved to another screen, this one showing Lance walking down the street with Twilight under him, holding on to him as a blanket covered them.
“What?” I muttered, not getting this one.
Moving on, I found myself looking at a video of Anarchy and Discord…
NOPE!
I jumped away from that screen, rubbing my eyes as I tried in vain to remove the horrible images from my mind. That’s going to be a core memory for sure. Meeeh!
Having my fill of videos, I moved through the hall, averting my eyes from anything that even vaguely looked sexual in nature. A door lay ahead of me, so I quickly moved for it, wanting to be out of this hall of pornagraphic material.
Jumping through the door, my eyes went wide as I found myself in a room filled with hyper realistic versions of all the Bronies. All nude.
“COME ON!” I screamed, looking around and seeing another door down the way. Closing my eyes, I sprinted at full speed towards the door and slammed into it. I rolled across the floor as I crashed through it, going head over tail.
As I came to a stop, I sat up, dreading opening my eyes. Reluctantly, I opened them, finding myself in a large bedroom. It was extremely messy, with items all over the room, and stains everywhere.
“Gross,” I muttered, standing up and looking around. This must be her bedroom.
A few things caught my eye, namely a box that was tossed onto the bed. But before I went near that, I saw something else that caught my interest.
On her dresser were a few pictures. I fully expected them to be erotic in nature, but upon stepping up to them, I found they were pictures of her as a human, and not in Equestria.
“These look like…” I muttered, looking closely at a few of them. “The Earth Dimension.”
I’ve seen a few of the memories of the Bronies when they’d copy them onto disk and show them off at parties, so it was easy to recognize the location the pictures were taken in.
One of the pictures showed Annabel standing with a few other human females, all laughing. Another showed her hugging some older guy, who looked to be her father.
But a few of the pictures were turned over, so I lifted them up to see them.
The next one I saw showed a close up of her as a very young teen, her makeup running down her face. Flipping up the next one, I saw it wasn’t a picture, but a newspaper clipping.
“Local’s in fear as Lakeside Stalker strikes again,” I read aloud, looking at the picture under the head, which showed a few paramedics tending to a shocked looking Annabel as she seemed to stare into the void. She looked way to skinny as she sat there. I read the rest of the article, a sick feeling filling my gut as I read one line in particular.
‘This marks the first time a victim has been rescued alive. She was found chained to a shipping container, barely alive. The Lakeside Stalker appeared to have-’
I couldn’t read anymore as I put it down and lifted the last picture frame. This one showed a slightly older Annabel as she stood among a few smiling people, but her face had a blank stare on it, almost appearing to be dead inside.
“Fuck,” I muttered, putting it back down and seeing a folder with her name on it. I really did not want to open it, but I felt I needed to.
Opening it revealed they were just documents. I do not want to read this shit.
But a few words stood out to me, prompting me to actually try and read it. The papers appeared to be from some kind of psychiatric hospital, listing details about her stay and diagnosis.
“Hypersexuality Disorder?” I read aloud, frowning. I had no idea what that meant, but it had sexual in it, so it made sense to me for her to have it. What with all the shit I just had to see out there.
Continuing to read the papers, I found out she’d been placed in this treatment facility for a few years, showing no sign that the treatments were working. It looks like she was there all the way up to the Rapture, as it said her next evaluation for release was in the year 2014. And I know the Rapture happened around the end of 2012.
“Huh,” I mumbled, placing the documents back down. “I feel like giving her all that power may have been a very bad idea…”
There was one last item on the dresser, hidden beneath a few papers. Lifting it up, I raised an eyebrow. It was a diary.
Opening it up, it looked to start in the year 2011. Most of the entries were just her fantasies, all sexual in nature it appeared. But there were a few normal passages sprinkled through it. Most just lamenting that she hated feeling the way she did all the time, and wishing she’d stop hurting others, but couldn’t control herself unless she was on her meds.
Getting to the entries after the Rapture, they changed to more upbeat entries. Her first entry she talked about how amazing it was to be in Equestria, and how she could finally stop being mentally screwed up. But the very next passage, she went back to her old ways, as she mentioned her meds wore off.
She then goes into detail on how she was using her new chaos magic to screw with others as she slowly tried to turn this world into her own personal fantasy. The last entry just talks about how her friends are turning on her and she hates herself for not being able to control herself, but she then says she’s taking them all down with her if they try and stop her.
Well luckily for everyone, I know she was stopped and put into the moon. Till now that is.
I put the diary back down, looking over the dresser, but nothing else stood out to me. Now that I’d seen everything the dresser had to offer, I moved to the bed, where the decorative box sat.
It didn’t look that impressive, as it was just a simple wooden box. So I flipped a few switches and opened the box. My eyes went wide at what I saw.
This box may be bland looking, but its contents were anything but bland.
The Elements of Harmony.
“Ah shit, that’s cool,” I muttered, reaching out and rubbing my claw across one of them.
They lit up at my touch and one of them raised into the air and began to glow in front of me.
“Eh…” I took a step back as it suddenly shot at me, slamming into my chest and attaching itself around my neck.
I blinked a few times in confusion. “Wut?” Looking down, I frowned. “Oh no, no no no, I’m not playing this stupid game!”
Grabbing it with my hands, I tried to pry it off of my body, but it held firm, like it was now apart of me. “No! I am not doing this!” I yelled, pulling hard.
Falling to the ground, I rolled around, fighting with the necklace to get it off, but it was stubborn and held tight.
After a few minutes, I gave it and lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling.
“Fine, I’m a stupid bearer of an element, happy?” I said between ragged breaths, the pain in my chest still present.
As if to answer me, it glowed a few times.
“Fine, which one did I get?” I said, rolling to a mirror and standing up.
It was a gold necklace with a red ruby that was in the shape of a hissing snake with a jester hat, just like my cutie mark. “Oh great, Loyalty.”
I rubbed my face, groaning. “Now what? It’s not like I alone can…” I began, but then looked at the other Elements, each of them glowing like they were ready for something.
“Oh… you got to be kidding me,” I said in an exasperated voice.
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Discord,Main 6,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Human,Adventure,Comedy,Drama,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Profanity,Sex,Violence
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When the world ends, a young man gets a chance to relive his life in the world of Equestria.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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I guess I need to do a trigger warning: Talks of Rape.
Chapter 7
Moving carefully, I made my way back to where I believed my friends were. I didn’t have a solid plan yet, but I didn’t know if I had the time to just sit around and think up one.
Up ahead, I could see the form of Anarchy as she laid on a throne that was suspended in the air, seeming to be waiting for someone. Probably Lance and the others.
Floating above her were my friends, all encased in what looked to be crystals. Great, that makes things complicated. Going to have to do this on my own it seems.
Getting closer to her, I crouched down and looked up at her as she laid back, dropping grapes into her mouth one at a time.
The Element of Loyalty began to vibrate against my chest, like it was trying to get my attention.
“What?!” I hissed, sitting down and looking down at it. It kept vibrating, pulsing lightly as it did so. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do!”
As if it was annoyed, it vibrated even harder and flashed faster. I frowned at it and shook it hard, “you’re going to have to be more clear here! I’m not a super smart mare!”
It stopped glowing and vibrating, seeming to give up. Then it began to glow brightly as an image flashed in my mind.
“... Oh, that’s what you’re trying to tell me? How the fuck was I supposed to get that from vibrating and glowing?!” I hissed, shaking it hard again. It just vibrated hard for a second. “Yeah, I got it! Geez.”
Now having an idea of what to do, I stood up and stretched, then made sure my saddlebags were attached properly. With a groan, I stepped out of my hiding spot and walked towards the Queen of Lust and Chaos.
“Whoa!” she exclaimed upon seeing me, a wide grin appearing on her face. “You’re alive?!”
“Unfortunately, I am,” I said with a smirk as I stopped walking, squaring up with her as she laid on her throne.
Then she noticed the Element, “Ah, found my home did you? Enjoy the museum?”
“Shit was gross,” I commented, shaking my head.
She just laughed, sliding off of her throne and slithering through the air till she was standing in front of me. “What do you plan to do? Use the Elements to banish me? Turn me to stone? Destroy me?”
I scowl, as I did not like the idea I’d been given, not my usual style. “No, I’m going to use them to help you.”
“Ha!” she laughed, the world around us shaking and starting to melt. “Help me? That’s a new one. Tell me, why do I need help?”
“I saw your room, the pictures and newspaper clippings,” I said, causing her eyes to twitch.
“Going through others personal things? Aren’t you a… naughty lizard pony,” she said, looking to become a bit unhinged.
I bit my lip as I followed the directions of the Element, knowing I probably didn’t stand a chance against her chaos magic on my own. “Well you kinda dropped me right by your house, so that’s your fault,” I said, which did not help the situation. “I read your diary-”
Her tail wiped out and slapped me across the face, hard. But I didn’t let it throw me away as I held my ground. Slowly, I turned my face back to her as she fumed above me, smoke seeming to pour off of her body.
“I don’t know what it’s like to go through anything like that, but-” I began, but her eyes flared with anger as she raised her hand, about to snap her fingers. “Wait! Just fucking wait you crazy bitch!” I roared, catching her a bit off guard.
“Look,” I began, glaring up at her, “I can’t be all nice and shit, and I can’t approach this situation with the grace it deserves. So fuck you, I’m going to be blunt and you’re going to listen to me!” She just blinked at me, not seeming to know how to react to me. “So put your fucking hand down and listen!”
Slowly, she lowered her hand and crossed her arms. “Go on then.”
Taking a breath, I planted my feet and prepared to get hit again. “You got raped, and that fucked you up. Got your brain all fucked up and made you take it out on others. I don’t get it, but I ain’t judging you there. What I will judge you for is that you are hurting people, like my friends! And you tried to kill me!”
I stomped up to her and flew up, putting my face right in hers, “have you stopped to think that maybe, just maybe, the reason you’re still like this is because you are actively avoiding fixing it? We’re in fucking Equestria, where magic fixes almost anything! You don’t have to be like this!”
“Wise words from a stupid reptile brained pony,” she said with a growl, clearly angered by my words. She raised her hand and prepared to snap her fingers.
Ah shit, this backfired… Screw listening to the Elements, I’m doing this my way!
Moving as fast as I possibly could, I shot forward, taking her hand in my hands, wrapping my claws around her thumb and fingers.
“What are you-” she started, but with barely any effort, I ripped her thumb off of her hand. As she started to scream, I twisted all of her other fingers backwards, breaking them.
Before she could react, I spun my body, slamming a fist into her face and flying down to her other hand. She tried to pull it from my grasp as she tried to snap her fingers. But I just grabbed her whole hand in mine and held tight, preventing her from moving her fingers.
“Don’t!” she screamed, but I just twisted, breaking her wrist. With a roar of agony, she tried to pull her fist from me, but I held tight and twisted harder, completely destroying her wrist and hand.
The large Draconequus screamed in absolute agony as I dropped to the ground and grabbed her legs, and with a heavy heave, I lifted her up and slammed her backwards, slamming her face first into the ground.
Breathing hard and rapidly, I jumped into the air, performing a front flip and slammed down on her back, causing her to go rigid.
“Fuck!” I yelled, jumping off of her and holding my chest, the pain only getting worse.
“You psychopath!” She screamed, dragging herself up and holding up her ruined appendages, “What the hell?! You guys are supposed to not be violent like this! You broke my hands!”
“Yeah, I did,” I coughed out, turning to face her as I held my chest. “Because you weren’t listening. I can see why they sent you to the moon.”
She growled as she flashed, her hands reforming themselves slowly.
“Wait, but I-”
“I don’t have to snap my fingers to do magic on myself, retard!” she screamed, standing up fully, now back to normal.
“Uh…” I said, smiling sheepishly up at her. “I may have overreacted when I broke your hands, for that, I apologize.”
“Kinda late for that,” she said in a calm voice as she raised her hand.
The Element around my neck began to glow again, vibrating against my chest. Shut up, I know I screwed up by not listening to you.
She snapped her fingers, causing me to close my eyes, waiting for whatever she did to take effect. But after a few seconds, nothing happened. Opening them, I saw her looking at me in annoyance.
“Damn it!” she growled, snapping her fingers over and over again, “Celestia put that damn spell on the Elements! That fucking bitch!”
“Oh… that’s convenient,” I said with a relieved sigh. Then I smiled sheepishly, “I guess I didn’t have to break your hands…”
She just glared at me as she stomped up to me and grabbed the Element. She tried to yank it off my body, but it wouldn’t budge. “Fucking gay magic!”
“So, ready to listen to me?” I asked, but she just stepped back and punched me in the face, hard.
I stumbled back a few feet, vision spinning as I came to a stop, blinking at her. “I’m going to-” I started to yell, but the Element vibrated again. “Grrr, fine. Doing this your way.”
“Are you talking to the Element?” she asked, stomping towards me again. “They don’t speak, dumbass.”
“They do in their own way,” I countered, reaching into my saddle bags and taking out the five gems within it. “Now step back! Or I’ll Elements of Harmony your ass!”
This caused her to stop as she eyed me suspiciously, then took a few steps back. “Wait… can you use them all by yourself?”
“Eeyep!” I yelled, bluffing out my ass.
I couldn’t tell if she believed me, but she didn’t make a move towards me, just crossed her arms.
“Good,” I said, flying up above her head and looking down on her. “Are you going to let me help you?”
“I don’t need help, especially from the likes of you,” she said evenly, grumbling to herself.
“You do need help. According to your diary, you were the happiest when you were on your meds, but the moment they wore off you went right back to acting like this. And now you got unlimited power, and its just making you worse.”
“No, it’s making me the best me I can be,” she countered, throwing her hands out wide. “I’m the motherfucking Queen of Lust and Chaos, bitch! Ain’t no one above me!”
“But are you happy?” I asked, following the guidance of the Element around my neck.
“I’m very happy,” she said with a smirk, flying up to meet me, slithering around me again. “Sweet talking isn’t going to win me over, lizard girl. Know what will though?”
“What?” I ask, watching her carefully.
“A good fuck,” she said with a wink.
I just roll my eye and elbow her in the snout, but she just frowns and flashes away, appearing in front of me.
“You’re no fun,” she grumbled.
“I ain’t fucking ya, crazy bitch,” I spat out, glaring hard at her. “You’ve done plenty of that in your life, that’s for sure.”
“Yeah, you’d think that, wouldn’t you!” she suddenly screamed, coming unhinged out of nowhere. “I’m the Queen of Lust! And I’ve only had sex with TWO people! TWO! FUCKING TWO!” She flew towards me, slamming her face into mine, our eyes closed as we stared each other down. “Discord was the best thing in my life, and they took him from me! He made me forget about my rapist! Made me forget those months in that shipping container!”
The area around us shifted into a forest, a dirty shipping container down below, hidden in camo netting.
I had no response to this, as this all kind of came out of nowhere.
“You think I’m happy?! You think anyone in my situation can be happy?! The only time I’m happy is when I’m making other people suffer like I did, or when I’m with Discord! And he’s gone now, which just leaves hurting others!”
“But,” I started, searching my mind for the best way to respond. “You don’t have to be this way… we have ways to help you here. There’s a doctor back in town who specializes in mental shit. She can help you, if you let her.”
“Impossible,” she snapped back, slithering around me and squeezing tight. “I can’t be helped at this point. I’m too far gone, that’s evident by my friends abandoning me and banishing me to the moon.”
I coughed loudly as she compressed my chest, but I chose not to fight back, yet.
“I want to help you,” I choked out, trying my best not to react just yet to her squeezing me.
“Bullshit, you just want to win,” she hissed, applying more pressure.
“Yeah, I do!” I yelped out, the pain starting to grow. “But I also want to help you get better! I’ve never gone through what you have, but my mom has gone through some horrible shit! So I can sympathize with you!”
Finally, she stopped squeezing, but continued to glare into my eyes. “Okay, lizard pony, how do you think you’ll help me?”
“You’ll have to trust me,” I coughed out. “If I tell you, the half of you that likes this will stop me.”
She seemed to consider this as she let me go suddenly, dropping me towards the ground. My wings flared out and caught me. Hovering there, I coughed violently a few times, my chest feeling absolutely terrible.
“Fine, you have one minute. If it looks like you’re about to betray me, I will kill you,” she said, her face a mix of emotions. Then, in a much quieter voice she adds, “please, don’t betray me.”
“Yeah, I won’t,” I groan, then point to my friends. “I need them out for this to work.”
With suspicious eyes, she raised her hand and snapped her finger, causing the crystals around my friends to disappear. They all started to fall, but caught themselves. Except Dude, who started to fall to the ground, but used magic to catch himself.
I waved them over, and as they neared, I held up the Elements. “Okay, let me get you guys up to speed, we need-”
“We heard,” Roxxy said, catching me off guard. “We were in crystal, but we could still hear and see everything.”
“You’re hardcore, as always,” Dude said, giving me a nod of approval.
“Thanks,” I chuckle, then look back to the Elements. “So, we need to figure out who gets what.”
“Are we even able to wield them?” Nightstreak asked.
“One way to find out!” I yelled, tossing the Elements at my friends. As they flew towards them, they began to glow and shot towards each of them.
“Ouch!” Dude yelped as one slammed into his chest; Element of Magic.
“Oh shit! I’m worthy!” Nightstreak exclaimed as one wrapped itself around his neck; Element of Laughter.
Flippy Dew let out a panicked scream as hers attached itself to her; Element of Kindness.
“Of fucking course,” Roxxy grumbled as the Element of Honesty picked her out.
Summer Breeze smiled a bit as hers reached her; Element of Generosity.
“Huh… Honestly didn’t think that’d work,” I admitted, looking at my friends sporting their new Elements.
“So does this mean we’re the new Bearers of the Elements?” Nightstreak asked, smiling awkwardly.
I shrug, “I guess it-”
“Tick tock,” Anarchy said from behind my friends, looking impatient.
“Right!” I exclaimed, flying over to Dude and whispering into his ear. His eyes went wide as I leaned back. “Doable?”
“Uh… sure?” he said, glancing at the Draconequus behind him.
Carefully, we flew over and surrounded her.
She growled and looked right at me. “If you try and-”
“Shut up, I’m not going to betray you. We’re going to help you, I promise,” I snapped back, trying to sound reassuring.
This didn’t help her, but she didn’t try to stop us.
Dude looked unsure as his horn began to glow, causing all of our Elements to start to glow. Slowly, a rainbow spread out from his element and spread to all of ours, forming a circle around Anarchy.
Her face began to waver as she seemed to be losing her nerve.
Just as she started to raise her hand to snap her fingers, a rainbow shot out and slammed into her, wrapping around her. She screamed and fought against it, her eyes looking at me with hatred as she appeared to believe I betrayed her.
The rainbows completely wrapped around her and raised up higher into the sky. The area around us began to fade away, being replaced by the Everfree Forest and the cabin. A scream was heard from within the rainbow cocoon, then a bright flash that caused all of us to turn away.
Looking back, I saw the rainbow cocoon was slowly lowering itself back to the ground. Slowly, we followed after it, landing on the ground around it as the rainbows began to unwrap.
Once they fully pulled away, they revealed just a simple mare, who heavily resembled Anarchy, just in an Earth pony form now. She lay on the ground, not moving.
“Eh… is she… dead?” Summer Breeze asked, looking at her cautiously.
Flippy Dew took a step forward, leaning closer and frowning, “I think she’s dead.”
“I’m not dead,” the mare groaned, sitting up and looking herself over. “... You turned me into a pony?”
“I mean,” I started, raising an eyebrow, “we used the Elements to remove your Chaos magic. I guess it also turned you into a pony.”
“You took my chaos magic?!” she exclaimed, trying to cast a spell or something, but nothing happened. She closed her eyes and began to shake violently.
Then she looked right at me. I waited for her to let me have it, saying I betrayed her, or just be mad in general.
“Thank you…” she finally said in a small voice. A look of relief came over her face as she hugged herself. “I can’t hurt others if I don’t have that magic…”
I stepped over to her and kneeled down, holding a hoof out to her, “you good now? The mental shit gone?”
“No, it’s still there,” she admitted as she took my hand. “But you’ll help with that, right?”
“I will,” I confirmed, giving a hard nod as I pulled her to her hooves.
She looked around at all my friends, looking a bit sheepish as she reached up and played with her mane. “So… I’m sorry for, you know, inflicting chaos on you and shit.”
“Not frogi-” Dude started to say, but Flippy Dew slugged him in the shoulder hard. “Erm, I mean, all's forgiven.”
“As long as you actually let others help you,” I add, getting a nod out of her.
“I can promise to try, but you need to know, doctors back on Earth had no luck helping me,” she warned, but I waved her off and slapped a hand down on her shoulder.
“Trust me, we’ll get you fixed up, Calypso is an amazing doctor and therapist. She helped my mom after all.”
Annabel smiled at me, then her eyes went wide as she lowered herself to the ground in fear. “Oh no…”
“What?” I asked, raising my eyebrow in confusion.
“Shayla?!”
“What are you all doing here?!”
My eyes also went wide as I turned around and saw the Princesses, Lance, my parents, and all the other adults.
“Oh… hey everyone,” I said with a little wave, smiling awkwardly.
The crowd just stared at us, confusion on all their faces.
“I’m assuming Anarchy wasn’t here?” Lance asked, looking around. Then his eyes landed on the mare behind me. “Shit!”
“Get back, Shayla!” Jero screamed, jumping forward and pointing a strange device at the cowering mare.
“Stop!” I screamed, jumping between him and Annabel.
“Shayla, move your ass!” My mom yelled. “That’s Anarchy!”
“I know!” I yelled back, flaring my wings wide. “We helped her!”
“Are those the…” Lance said, finally taking note of the Elements around our necks.
“Yes! We used the Elements to take her powers! But she gave them up willingly!” I yelled, fibbing a bit on that last part. They don’t need to know the full truth here.
“Step aside, we still have to deal with her!” Jero yelled, the device still in his hands. “We’re going to trap her in this rune so she can’t hurt anyone else.”
“Stop you fucking idiots!” I roared back, my friends running up and forming a wall between Annabel and the others. “She’s been hiding something from all of you! The real reason she’s acted the way she did in the past.”
“There’s no excuse that could cover what she’s done,” Lance stated, not looking to want to negotiate.
My mother looked between us and the crowd around her. She growled and stepped forward, stomping towards me.
I shrank back a bit, ready for her to lay into me. But instead, she stepped up to me and got next to me, turning to face the others.
“My daughter may not be the smartest mare,” she said, getting a frown out of me. “But her heart is always in the right place. I say we listen to her and then decide on what to do.”
“Thanks, Mama,” I said, a tear threatening to fall out of my eye.
She just gave me a smile and a nod.
“I guess…” Lance said, frowning as he looked at us. “... we can hear her out.”
Jero lowered the device, not looking convinced.
“I think this’ll be easier if we can all view my memories,” I say, looking at Celestia.
The large Alicorn smiled at me and gave a nod. “If you believe this is the correct path, then I will help.”
I smile at her and give a nod. “Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”
My mother chuckled and slugged my shoulder as the Princess walked into the middle of the group.
“Does everyone agree with this course of action?” She asked, scanning the gathered ponies. Everyone looked reluctant but they all gave a nod of agreement.
Celestia’s horn began to glow as she cast a spell, causing everyone to be pulled into my mind.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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2022-12-04T02:08:30+00:00
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Chapter 8
Four hours after defeat of Anarchy
Champion broke contact with the monster of a man, flying backwards and stared the man down. His costume was shredded, just hanging off of him at this point, and his body looked battered and bruised.
Loric floated ahead of him, looking just as bad, with his clothes shredded and body just as beaten as the stallions.
The two have barely spoken a word to each other the entire time they’d been fighting, putting all they had into the fight. This marked the first time they’d actually stopped fighting.
“You are incredible,” Loric said, his serious look fading back to his naturally relaxed look. “Too bad you chose the wrong person to work for.”
Champion spat into the air between them, “yeah, I know I’m incredible.”
This caused Loric to laugh, shaking his head, “a bit of a narcissist. Can’t even return a complement.”
“You haven’t earned a compliment from me,” Champion sneered, pulling out a piece of food from his pocket dimension and eating it. His body flashed as he returned to a fully rested state, back to one hundred percent.
“Aww, I didn’t know we were allowed to use things like that,” Loric chuckled, wagging a finger at Champion. “I may have complimented you too soon.”
A growl was heard from Champion as he looked into his pocket dimension, seeing the item Kal had given him. He’d refused to use it, as he knew he didn’t need it. But this guy was pissing him off. If he uses it, he’s just using it to end this fight sooner rather than later, not because he can’t handle Loric.
“You’re annoying,” Champion grumbled, flipping the little item around his hoof. It resembled a dagger in shape, but felt too light to be used as one.
The man laughed at this, shrugging his shoulders, “so, we using weapons now?” He held up his fist, causing two Cyan gauntlets to appear on his hands. “I guess it's time to end this.”
“I guess it is,” Champion said as the pair began to float towards each other. As they neared each other, they disappeared, only to reappear for a second as Loric blocked a punch from the stallion and returned one of his own, having it blocked as well.
They repeated this a few times, flashing around the sky, pressing their attacks against their opponents' guard. However, the scale began to tip towards Loric as he began to actually start breaking through Champion's guard, his Ego Gauntlets increasing his attack power to incredible levels.
Champion let out a frustrated growl as he blocked an attack and raised his eyes to stare into the calm stare of the man. A smirk flashed on his face as he twirled the dagger-like item and activated it.
Ego tendrils shot out of the device and snagged onto multiple points on the man's body. His eyes went wide, as this seemed to actually catch him off guard.
With his Ego turned off, he began to fall.
But Champion had other plans for the man as his eyes glowed purple and fired a beam right for the man. The beam pierced through the man's chest, causing him to gasp in pain for the first time during the fight.
Raising his gauntlets, he deflected the beams back at the stallion, catching him in the face.
“GAH!” he yelled in pain, stopping his attack and grabbing his face. He opened his pocket dimension and pulled out a mirror, holding it up to see the damage. The entire right side of his face was scorched, his ear and face bubbling from the beam. He still had his eye, but his MANE!
“YOU PEASANT!” He roared, looking back to the man. But he was gone now, no longer in view. “You coward! Come back here and die!”
He took off, determined to find the man and make him pay for ruining his beautiful face.
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“Are you sure about this?” Annabel asked me as I came out of Doc’s office and back into the waiting room where she and my friends sat.
“I am,” I assure her as I give my chest a few hard hits, testing to make sure my ribs were fully healed. “You heard my mother, she told you Calypso helped her face her past trauma and got her to where she is today. She’ll do the same for you.”
“I’m just not buying it,” she mumbled, hugging herself in her seat. “I’ve been to all kinds of Doctors, but they all just throw meds at me. I don’t think I can do this.”
“Well that’s not her style,” I say, walking over and holding out a hand to her. “So? Trust me?”
She looked at my hand, a conflicted look on her face. After a moment, she reached out and took my hand, “I do.”
“Perfect, come on.” I pull her up to her hooves and lead her to Calypso’s office. Pushing the door open, we find the mare was already there, waiting in her chair with a notepad in her hooves.
Calypso looked up at us and gave a warm smile, “ah, Annabel, I was starting to wonder if I’d have to come out there and get you myself.”
“She just needed a little help,” I say, leading her to the couch and helping her lay down. She immediately went back to hugging herself as she pulled her legs and tail into herself.
“Don’t worry,” Calypso said in a sweet voice. “We’re not going to go to hard today, we’re just going to get to know each other. Is that okay with you?”
“Sure,” she said with a weak smile.
“First up, can you tell me your full name and age?”
Annabel bit her lip as she thought for a moment, “huh… does my time on the moon count?”
“Were you conscious the whole time you were up there? Did your body age?” Calypso asked, writing a few notes down.
“Uh… no to both questions,” she muttered, frowning.
“Then just your age when it happened.”
“Erm, I’m Annabel Fletcher. I was twenty two when I got banished to the moon, which was about five years after the Rapture,” she said as she started playing with her mane.
“You’re a lot younger than I thought you’d be,” I commented, getting Calypso to frown at me.
“Shayla, thank you for helping her, but this will go better if its just the two of us.”
“No, I want her here,” Annabel said, starting to look anxious.
“Trust me, the things we’ll be going over, you may not be able to be fully open if a friend is present,” Calypso warned.
Reluctantly, she nodded in response.
I frowned, but I took the hint and backed out of the room, giving her a thumbs up as I closed the door.
“So we good?” Dude asked as he and the others walked over to me.
“I think so,” I replied, smiling at them. I waved for them to follow me and we walked out of the clinic, then I turned to them. “We did it guys! We stopped our first real threat!”
“I mean, did we though? We kinda cheated with these,” Nightstreak said, tapping the Element around his neck.
Waving him off, I slap my Element, “it's not cheating if we win.”
“I don’t think that’s how that works,” he said back, but I just struck a pose and smiled at them.
“Picture for the newspaper?” someone said from behind me.
Spinning around, I found myself face to face with a stallion wearing a Press hat.
“What?” I asked, cocking my head.
“Picture for the paper!” he repeated, jiggling a camera at us. “We’re running a story tomorrow about the new Bearer’s of the Elements and how they saved us all from the Bitch in the Moon!”
“You probably should change that name,” Dude chuckled. “Kinda deeming now that she’s like she is now.”
“No can do! It’s been the Bitch in the Moon for the last twenty years, so that’s how ponies will recognize her,” he said as he jiggled the camera at us again. “So? Picture?”
I look at my friends and shrug. “Sure, just make the story good, ‘kay?”
“That I can promise!” he exclaims, waving for us to group up.
We all got together, looking at him.
“Come on! You’re Hero’s now! Pose!”
Roxxy and I put our legs over each other as the others posed up around us.
“Perfect!”
I smirked as I gave Roxxy bunny ears, just as he snapped the picture.
Front row: Dude, Shayla, Roxxy, Summer Breeze.
Back row: Flippy Dew and Nightstreak.
“Excellent! Look at the front page of the newspaper tomorrow!” he said as he quickly took his leave, running off into town.
“Hero's,” I said aloud, a wide grin on my face.
“Oh crap, that’s going to go to her head,” Nightstreak groaned.
“Oh no…” Flippy Dew muttered, rubbing her shoulder nervously. “We’re going to have to do more stuff like that, aren’t we?”
“You know it!” I yell as I jump forward and start strutting down the road. But before I could get in the groove, something slammed into the ground ahead of me. I stumbled back, startled as a very beaten and battered Champion stood there, breathing hard as he glared at us.
“Oh shit, man! What happened to your face?!” Dude exclaimed as we all stared at him.
The right side of his face looked gross, worse than the burns on my mother, that’s for sure. Then again that could just be because these ones are fresh. Even his ear was ruined, and he was missing some mane on that side of his head.
“Have you brats seen a man around here?! Looks worse than I do!” he yelled, stomping towards us.
“Nah bro, just you,” I said, causing him to stomp up to me and get face to face with me.
“You lying to me?!” he screamed, causing me to raise an eyebrow.
“Why the fuck would I lie about that?” I snapped back, pushing my face into his face.
He pushed back, our foreheads connected as he growled fiercely at me. “If you’re lying to me, and you know where-”
“Get ahold of yourself, asshole!” I growl back, pushing back against him, but I was unable to move him as I only achieved pushing myself back a bit. “We’ve been dealing with our own shit while you’ve been up there getting your ass kicked.”
His eyes began to glow, but I held my ground, staring into his eyes as they increased in brightness, the purple harsh light flashing around my face.
“Do it, I fucking dare you,” I said in a low voice.
He sneered and snapped his head to the side, firing a purple beam straight up into the sky. As he finished his little tantrum, he turned back to me with a look of absolute rage and hatred, “call me if you see him.”
“I won’t,” I said back, flipping him off. “Now fuck off.”
This only enraged him further, but instead of saying anything else, he just exploded into the sky, rocketing away faster than anyone could keep track of.
The force of him suddenly taking off like that sent me flying backwards violently. Just as I was about to slam into a building someone caught me.
“Gotcha!” Flippy Dew yelled, holding tight to me as she struggled to slow us down with her wings. Thanks to her efforts we only bumped into the building instead of crashing through it.
“Whew!” I yelled out as she placed me back on the ground. “Thanks, Flip, that coulda been bad.”
She smiled at me happily.
“You fucking idiot!” Roxxy screamed as she and the others ran towards us. “Stop provoking that psychopath! One day he’ll-“
“He ain’t gonna do a thing to me,” I assured her, smiling confidently at her. “He knows better, his mom and mine would kill him.”
She just groaned and rubbed her face.
“So!” I yell as I reach out and ruffle up Flippy Dew’s mane, “let’s get a move on!”
“To where?” Summer Breeze asked.
Walking through them, I flared my wings, “clubhouse! Gotta add today’s win to our achievement board!”
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As we flew towards the clubhouse, I saw the door was ajar. Damn it guys!
“Okay, who forgot to close the door?” I asked, frowning at them.
“Dude was the last one out!” Nightstreak called out.
“Snitch!” Dude exclaimed, the sighed, “but I closed it. I remember slamming it shut and making a stupid joke about to.”
“He did,” Flippy Dew confirmed.
“Well, it’s open now,” I grumbled as I landed at the door and pushed it open. “You guys need to-“
I lost my train of thought as I saw blood all over the floor, leading to the other side of the room where we piled up our bean bag chairs. There lay a human with bandages on his chest.
“Oh… yo,” he said weakly, giving me a peace sign.
“Guys, we have a problem,” I said over my shoulder, keeping my eyes locked on the man.
“What kind of… oh you gotta be kidding me,” Roxxy groaned as she and the others squeezed in past me.
“Sorry for the blood, kinda was in a hurry,” the man said, placing a hand over the bloody bandages.
“Let me handle this,” I said, flexing my muscles and taking a step towards him.
“Wait!” Flippy Dew suddenly yelled out, jumping past me and standing between us.
“Why? He’s a bad guy,” I stated, raising an eyebrow at her.
“I don’t think he is!” She said, looking at him.
“But he was invading our world,” Dude said in an unsure voice.
“Actually no, I was just looking for an old nemesis of mine and that horse man attacked me,” the man stated.
“He’s telling the truth! He helped me push my cart up a hill before Champion showed up,” Flippy Dew said as she carefully walked over to him.
“Hmmm,” I mumbled, then shrugged. I walked over and stood next to Flippy Dew as she reached into her bags and pulled out some water.
“Oh thanks,” he said as he took it and drank half of it in one go.
“Why did Champion attack you?” I questioned, wanting to make sense of everything.
“He’s working for the guy I’m after,” he replied as he took a sip from the water.
“Kal?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“That’s the name he’s using here?” He asked, then chuckled a bit. “Yeah, Kal. That guy I was fighting has some real issues.”
“Yeah, believe me, I know,” I say with a smirk. “Guys an asshole.”
He laughed then began to cough, spitting blood all over the two of us.
“Eh, sorry,” he muttered, holding his chest.
“Uh… you good?” I asked, using a wing to wipe my face.
He looked me right in the eye and grinned, “I’m going to be straight with you, I’m not doing so good.”
“How bad is it?” Flippy Dew asked in a worried tone.
“I'm dying.”
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When the world ends, a young man gets a chance to relive his life in the world of Equestria.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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2022-12-04T02:08:17+00:00
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Loric
Chapter 9
With a frustrated grunt, Champion scanned the area below with both his eyes and ears, looking for any sign of the man. But he seemed to have disappeared off the face of Equestria, which is possible since he could travel between dimensions.
Below he saw a group of ponies laughing at a restaurant, so he banked towards them and slammed into the ground right next to them.
“It’s Champion!” Someone screamed, followed by everyone jumping up and trotting towards him.
“Did you get the villain?” One asked excitedly.
He looked at them, frowning.
They all recoiled at the sight of his burned face.
“You got hurt defending us?!” A mare called out, turning the looks of shock into looks of envy.
“I did,” he announced in his Hero voice, “but he escaped. Have any of you seen him?”
The crowd all replied no, causing his eye to twitch.
“Then return to your food, citizens,” he said turning to take off but seeing someone that brought a smile to his face.
With a boom, he zoomed straight towards them, coming to a stop leaning on a market stall right next to them.
“Hey, Moon, seen a villain about?” He asked in as smooth of a tone as he could manage.
Azure Moon sighed and turned to face him, “no, I have no-“ Her eyes went wide at the sight of him, battle damaged and burned.
He smirked at her, flexing his muscles, “yeah, I got a bit roughed up. My foe seems to be just as strong as me, but nothing I can’t handle.”
She blinked at him, then frowned, “well to answer your question; no I haven’t seen any villains.” She then turned back to rearranging the items at her stall, making it clear she was ignoring him now.
Champion smiled brightly at her as he stood up tall, “that is okay. Any plans tonight?”
A deep sigh escaped lips as she shook her head slowly and looked at him, “I do. My Brother and I are taking our Mom out for dinner.”
“I can come,” he insisted, his smile only growing bigger.
“It’s family only,” she deadpanned.
“I’m basically family,” he pressed, winking at her.
“Immediate family only,” she replied, annoyance in her voice.
“Then I’ll be there,” he laughed, flexing again.
“You stay away from my family dinner tonight!” She suddenly snapped, losing her patience with him.
He just stared back at her, his smile wavering on his face. “Having a bad day? Yeah me too, I’ll see you later,” he said in a chillingly calm voice as he gave a bow and shot into the sky.
She growled and turned back to her shop, no longer in a good mood.
Champion flew away from the town and flew far out into the forest. He kept flying till he was far enough away from any city.
Coming to a stop, he hovered there in the air, his breathing getting heavier and more ragged the longer he floated there. Then with a massive roar, his eyes blared to life, followed by a purple beam exploding from his eyes and destroying the forest below him.
He didn’t stop as he began to throw a super powered tantrum, destroying both the forest and the mountains around him.
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“You’re dying?” I asked, looking him over. “Sure you’re bleeding, but you’re acting like you're fine.”
Loric just chuckled, “that would be thanks to my Ego. I’m keeping myself alive right now by manually regulating my body. But that won’t keep me alive for long.”
“That’s pretty cool,” Nightstreak muttered from behind me.
“Can we help you?” I asked, a sullen look on my face.
“Unless you have someone with an overpowered healing Ego, then probably not,” he said back, coughing again.
“We have Doc, he doesn’t have an Ego, but he has a healing ability that-“
“It has to be an Ego based one for a wound like this,” he interrupted, giving me a thumbs up. “But thank you.”
“But we can’t just let you die!” Flippy Dew exclaimed.
He just shrugged, “people die, it happens.” He began to cough again, this time worse than the times before. Once he finished, he sat back, looking grim. “There is something you can do for me.”
“We can do it,” Flippy Dew said firmly.
This brought a smile to his face, “you little horses are way too nice.” He grunted as he shifted and waved his hand in front of himself. A little pocket dimension tried to open, but it kept fizzling away. “I’m too injured to form a connection with my pocket dimension, so I can’t retrieve my dimensional key. So I need one of you to lend me some of your soul so I can open it.”
“Okay!” Flippy Dew said as she held out her hoof to him.
“No,” I said simply as I reached out and put her hoof down. “I’ll do it.”
She frowned at me as I raised my leg and placed my hand on his.
“Thank you,” he said as he took my hand and began to focus.
I felt a chill run through my body, like something was being pulled from me.
Loric raised his hand and swiped a finger, causing the pocket dimension to appear before him. Carefully, he reached in and pulled out a decorative dagger, with roses etched into its blade and handle. The red of the roses really popped against the metal of the blade.
“That’s a dimensional key?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. Jero’s Traveler Key was just a simple key, so this one being a knife was strange.
“Yep, this one is a special one only given to Enforcers,” he said, letting go of my hand.
“You’re an Enforcer?” I asked, causing him to raise an eyebrow and nod. “My parents are friends with an Enforcer.”
“Who?!” He asked, looking a bit excited and shocked.
“Bronwyn Pendragon,” I answered, causing him to smile.
“She’s still alive, amazing,” he said, starting to look more relaxed despite the situation. “Well that changes things.”
I cocked my head at him, “changes things how?”
He placed a hand on his chest, smiling weakly at us, “I need you to give my Ego to Bronwyn.”
“Give it to her?” Roxxy asked from behind us.
“Yes, give it to her. I have what’s called a Wandering Ego, and it can be passed between hosts.” He coughed again, covering his chest and hand in blood. “Mine is very particular about who it attaches to, and is an original Ego. It has not been fused with any others, which has caused it to remain pure.”
“Okay, but how do we save you?” I ask, my usually hard expression slowly filling with worry.
“There is no helping me, kid,” he said with a weak chuckle. “That horse guy hit me with an attack while my Ego was down, so he’s damaged both my body and soul. I’m done for.”
“There has to be something we can do!” Flippy Dew whined, but he just gave her a thumbs up.
“I appreciate it, but we don’t have time to be wishful. I’m going to remove my Ego and give it to you guys. I’m trusting you to get it to Bronwyn. Do not let anyone else get their hands on it, especially the guy I was fighting.”
“You can count on us,” I said firmly.
“Good,” he coughed, raising a hand. “Once I remove this, I’ll be on a death clock. Won’t have long to live,” he said as he raised the dagger with his other hand. “I’m going to go to a special dimension, to die in peace. You guys don’t need to see me die.”
Flippy Dew sniffled a bit.
I just gave a solemn nod in response.
He gritted his teeth as he held his hand up, grunting as a small item began to slowly form in his hand. Cyan flashes could be seen as it grew in size till it was the size of a baseball, covered in images of roses.
“Oh, I’d forgotten what real pain felt like,” he grunted out, his hand shaking as he held it towards us.
Flippy Dew took it and held it close.
“I believe in you, guys,” he coughed, raising the dagger.
I reached over and took the little cyan colored ball from Flippy Dew, “we won’t let yo-“
The ball suddenly started to glow and sank into my hand. A very warm feeling washed over my body as I felt light headed for a moment.
“What just happened?” I asked in shock.
Loric just stared at me with wide eyes, “that’s… very unexpected.”
I flexed my hand, but felt nothing really different about myself other than a comforting warmth that enveloped my entire body.
“Well, no peaceful death while laying by my friends graves for me,” he said, forcing a smile. “Looks like my picky Ego has chosen you. So that changes things, again.”
I wasn’t sure how to feel about any of this as I was still trying to process what just happened. “I have an Ego?”
“Mhm,” he groaned, “Soul Enhancement. For me it let me change and manipulate my body and soul, so it’ll probably be the same for you. I wish I had time to go over all this.” He began to cough violently, blood now leaking through his bandages, “but I don’t have time. It takes a long time for it to be very useful to you, because you’ll need to master it piece by piece.”
All I could do was nod dumbly, trying to take in everything he was saying.
“Now I need to get you six into the Enforcer’s Order Hall,” he said as he fumbled with the dagger, laying it down next to himself. “But it’s only accessible to Enforcer’s, so I need your help again.”
He held his hand out to me. Reaching out and taking it, I found he was now ice cold. His tan skin was also slowly losing its color, making him look very sickly.
I felt another pull, but this one was much weaker than the first time. Slowly, he opened his pocket dimension and reached in, this time pulling out two items; another dagger, this one royal blue with Cyan lines covering it, and a decently sized crescent shaped object. It was a brilliant orange with purple cloth hanging off of it, making it look very ritualistic.
“Okay, I’m going to bestow the title of Enforcer upon you six,” he announced, coughing up a bit more blood.
“Wait, we’re becoming Enforcer’s?!” I asked in amazement.
“First we become the new Bearers of the Elements, now this?” Nightstreak said from behind me, clearly not sure how to feel about any of this.
“It’s not as impressive as it once was,” Loric said weakly. “You’ll have access to everything an Enforcer would, which is not a lot nowadays since the UAD took away the Central Dimension.” He raised the crescent shaped object and waved for us to get closer.
I stepped forward willingly, but the others were a bit more reluctant. But seeing me waiting, they all slowly got up around me.
With a wheezing voice, Loric began to speak in a language that did not sound natural at all. As he spoke the object began to glow, casting a beam of light down on all six of us.
The light got brighter as I felt my skin begin to tingle, followed by a feeling of release inside my head. Like something had been added and opened up.
The light snapped away as he fell on his back, breathing harder.
I looked myself over, but nothing had changed. At least as far as I could tell. But when I looked at Loric, I saw a little symbol floating above him.
“Whoa! What are those things above your head?” Dude asked, then looked at all of us. “Oh we all got them!”
“Mark of the Enforcer,” he groaned out. “If you’re an Enforcer, you can identify others by the mark floating above them.”
I looked closer, seeing that the symbol was a triangle with a fist holding a snake by the neck in the middle of it. The snake itself was wrapped around the wrist of the fist.
“I’m running out of time here,” he mumbled, holding the new dagger up. “The Enforcer Order Hall is a personal dimension for us Enforcers. It has everything we need, and even personal living spaces for anyone with the Mark of the Enforcer. Sadly, I’ve been the only one with access to it since the UAD returned, so I haven’t been able to use it to regroup wit-“
He suddenly stopped speaking and went limp.
“Oh fuck!” Dude yelped, jumping back.
Not knowing what to do, I just jumped forward and placed both of my hands on his chest, shaking him hard.
“Come on, bro, you can’t die yet! We still don’t know anything!” I yelled, shaking him, but it seemed to have no effect.
“Gah!” He gasped out as he came to, eyes wide in panic.
“Oh thank all that is good,” Flippy Dew said in a shaky voice.
“We’re on borrowed time here,” he said in a broken voice. With a look of complete agony, he raised the dagger and made a stabbing motion, hitting nothing but air and dragging it downward.
As he did so, a portal began to open where he stabbed. Once he finished, a large portal lay open right next to him. Beyond it was what appeared to be a large room with a table close to the portal entrance.
“Help please,” he gasped, holding a hand out to us.
Flippy Dew and I moved forward and got under his shoulders, lifting him up gently and hovered through the portal, our wings fluttering hard to keep his limp body up.
Once inside, he pointed to a couch covered in clothes and blankets. “Lay me there.”
Complying, we carried him over to the couch and laid him on it. Flippy Dew went the extra mile and made sure he was comfortable.
“Okay,” he muttered, reaching into a pile of clothing and pulled out a small remote controller. “I don’t have it in me to explain everything,” he pressed a button on the controller, causing a bell to ring somewhere in the distance.
The sounds of running could be heard from one of the passages. “What do ye require, sir Loric?!” a voice with a heavy accent called out as a stout man ran into the room wearing a butler like outfit. He was short and very muscular, with a large braided beard. When he saw all of us, he seemed to jump with joy and began to sprint even faster towards us.
He jumped into the air and landed on his knees, sliding towards us and falling into a low bow as he came to a stop in front of our group. “By tha God's! I never thought we wou' get more Enforcer's!”
“Uh…” I said, looking between the prostrating man and Loric.
“He is Luzzumi Broadfury, the keeper of the Enforcer’s Order Hall, and a trusted friend of all Enforcer’s,” Loric said, a touch of sadness in his voice.
Luz raised himself, standing up before us, a wide smile on his face. Then he saw Loric and his face dropped into a panicked state as he rushed through us and started looking him over, “Loric! What happened ta ye?!”
“Bad fight,” he said with a forced chuckle. Then he pointed at me, “she’s now the host of my Ego.” He then reached up and put a hand on Luzzumi’s shoulder, “Bronwyn is confirmed alive.”
“Tha lass be alive? That means tha others cou' be alive too!” the short bearded man exclaimed, squeezing Loric’s hand.
“My thoughts exac-” he was interrupted by a fit of coughing. As he finished, he looked worse than before. “I’m out of time. Luz, you have to-”
“I will take care o' them, me friend,” Luzzumi said as he wiped a tear from his face. He stood up and bowed to Loric, more tears falling from his face, “It was me pleasure ta serve ye all these resets, Loric. Ta tha end an' back, I will see ye in tha after."
“To the end and back,” Loric muttered, giving him a thumbs up. “Good life forward, my friend.”
Luzzumi stood up and slammed a fist into his chest, then spun around and stalked away dutifully. “Come along, new enforcer's! We have much ta discuss!”
“What about, Loric?” Flippy Dew asked, looking conflicted.
“I’m choosing to die here, on my couch,” Loric groaned, waving us away.
“Go on guys, follow Luzzumi, I’ll catch up,” I said, waving for them to go.
They started to protest, but I gave them a serious look, causing them to nod and follow after the short man.
“You don’t want to see me die,” he muttered, no longer able to move.
“Where do you want to go,” I said, taking his Dimensional Dagger from where it lay next to him.
“What?” he asked, his eyes clenched shut in pain.
“You mentioned you wanted to die on your friends graves, how do I take you there?”
He laughed, which only caused him to cough violently, “You don’t-”
“Shut up,” I said, taking his hand and placing the dagger in his hand, using my hand to keep his fist closed around it. “How do I do this?”
Loric opened his eyes and stared at me for a long moment before letting out a ragged sigh, “raise my hand and make a stabbing motion, then drag it down. I’ll do the mental part.”
Doing as he said, I raise his hand and stab the dagger forward. As I dragged it down, a portal began to open, revealing the most beautiful scenery I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Alright then,” I said as I let go of his hand and stood up on my hindlegs. Bending down I picked him up with my front legs, cradling him the best I could. Carefully, I walked through the portal, afraid it’d close behind me. But it remained open as I walked forward into the beautiful mountainside.
All around us were flowers of all kinds, blooming at their fullest. We stood on what appeared to be the side of a mountain, with fields of flowers all around us. Not too far from us was a single tree, with what looked to be twelve graves in front of it.
Walking forward, the mountains around us seemed to shine in the sunlight, making everything look like a fantasy world. To be honest, this might just be a fantasy world. It was perfect in all senses of the word.
“Lay me on that grave,” he said, weakly raising his hand to point to one in the middle.
I stepped over to it and laid him down gently on it, laying him so he was resting up against the headstone.
Once he was situated I sat down next to him, staring out at the mountain range before us.
“What a place to die in,” I muttered, getting a light grunt from him.
“Thank you,” he said in a soft voice.
I wasn’t sure how to respond, as all this emotional crap wasn’t my strong suit. “Of course.”
“These are all my friends,” he muttered, patting the dirt of the grave he sat on. “This one, she was special to me. Taken by a monster of man.”
“I’m sorry,” I said lamely back to him as he looked to be at peace.
He forced himself to raise his hand, pointing to the sky, “there are three other Enforcer’s alive, as far as I know. Please, find them…”
“I will try,” I promised him, putting my hand on his.
“Bronwyn, Kayliee, and Wyntir. Please, tell them I died here, with our friends,” he pleaded, his hand falling to his side.
“I will,” I said, giving his hand a squeeze.
“You’re a good person,” he grumbled quietly. “I see why my Ego chose you… you’re just like me when I was younger…”
“What? Cool and badass?” I asked, trying to inject humor into the situation.
“Cocky and arrogant,” he said with a laugh that devolved into a harsh coughing fit.
I couldn’t help but laugh, a few tears actually starting to threaten to fall from my eyes. A quick swipe of my hand pushed them back.
“What’s your name?” he asked suddenly, making me realize none of us ever officially greeted each other.
“Shayla Beltosh,” I answered, bringing a smile to his face.
“Shayla, I want you to have my key,” he said, nodding to his Dimensional Dagger covered in etched images of roses. “Luzzumi will tell you all how it works…”
“Thank you, Loric,” I said in a quivering voice as it threatened to break. But I forced myself to hold it together.
“And my room, the password is…” he began, patting the grave below him. “Rosmarinus.”
I could only nod in response, squeezing his hand again.
“You can have anything in there,” he said, his body slumping further as he kept his eyes on the scenery before us.
Slowly, I started to stand up. But his hand gripped mine suddenly.
“Please… I know it’s a lot to ask of you, but could you stay with me? Till the end?” he asked very weakly, his breathing starting to become steady and calm.
I bit my lip, but gave a nod as I sat back down and leaned against him, both of us staring out at the mountain range before us.
“Thank you… Shayla Beltosh…”
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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This was the HARDEST chapter I've ever written. Mainly because I kept having to go back and redo everything. But I got it to where I finally want it to be.
Also, sorry if Luzzumi is hard to understand. I'm hoping his accent isn't to hard to read, since he'll be doing a lot of talking this chapter. If it helps, read his dialogue in a Scottish accent.
I apologize if some dialogue seems a bit... ugh. This chapter caused sever burnout on me just to get it finished. But no worries, I'll be back to 100% for the next chapter.
Chapter 10
I stepped back through the portal, wiping my face with a wing tip.
“Is he-” Flippy Dew began to ask, but upon seeing my face, she knew the answer. She gave a sad nod and turned, heading towards the others as they sat around the table in the middle of the room.
Glancing back, I got one last glimpse of the beautiful realm, the tree and the graves. The portal snapped shut with a pop, revealing the couch covered in Loric’s things.
Taking a shaky breath, I compose myself and walk towards my friends.
“Thank ye, lass,” Luzzumi said, giving me a nod.
I just gave a nod back and pulled out a seat, plopping myself between Roxxy and Summer Breeze.
“Now that yer all here, we can begin,” he said, raising his hand and causing a projection to appear above us, displaying the symbol of the Enforcer’s. “Welcome new Enforcer’s. We usually have a large celebration when we bring in new members, but this isn’t like tha old days. We also don’t usually get this many at once. Questions?”
“Yeah, do we get Ego’s and cool weapons?” Dude asked, getting straight to the point.
Luzzumi just chuckled, shaking his head, “that’s always tha first question. Aye, ye get all that, an' more. We have access ta a lot more here than anyone else, even a few forgotten techniques.” He then looked at me, “you an' I will need ta talk aboot your inherited ego after this be done, ye hear?”
“Yep,” I replied, still not fully present yet.
A few images appeared above us. “First, we will talk aboot options available ta all ye. Being an enforcer, ye have a must wider selection o' choices than those nae in tha know.”
“Like what?” Nightstreak asked, leaning back in his chair and kicking his hooves up.
The images rearranged themselves. There were three of them: A sword, a skeleton covered in metal attachments, and a figure of a man standing with a ghost-like spirit floating behind him.
“You be able ta split your soul in half ta gain access ta powerful objects. Most people chose tha Ego weapon, as it be tha simplest an' be immediately tha strongest o' tha three choices. Ta get stronger with an Ego weapon, ye simply have ta kill or absorb Ego, an' tha weapon itself gets stronger. Eight out o' ten Enforcer’s will choose this option,” he said as the image of the sword spun around.
“The way my parents talked about their weapons, they were the most amazing things they’d ever seen. Even had their own personalities,” I said aloud, but my friends knew all this already. We’d all obsessed over our parents' time on the Eternal Plains.
“Aye, all three options have their own personalities, they just act differently based on which option ye go with,” he said with a nod. The next image started spinning, the one with the man and the spirit. “Ego Spirit be tha second most popular choice. Instead o' a weapon, ye gain a Spirit that fights for ye. They will always be there, ready ta defend ye an' react ta threats, even if ye don’t see it coming. Tha downside be that other Ego users can see your Spirit, an' if they deal direct damage ta your Spirit, it’ll return ta ye an' take a few moments ta return. This isn’t that big o' a drawback, as tha stronger ye an' your Spirit get, tha more o' a threat you’ll become. Getting stronger be just as simple as using an Ego Weapon, except yer Spirit will only get stronger if they be tha ones ta deal tha killing blow. You’ll never be alone on tha battlefield with an Ego Spirit. Two out o' ten Enforcer’s will choose this option.”
Most of my friends didn’t seem interested in that option, but I saw at least one of them light up at the idea.
“Next up be me personal favorite, an' tha one i’m currently using,” Luzzumi said with a smile as he stroked his beard. The image of the skeleton with metal on it began to spin. “Egonetics, tha most unique o' tha three options, but also tha least popular choice. Just like with Ego Weapon’s, you’ll have ta collect tha correct kind o' metal that speaks ta ye. But unlike with weapons, you’ll have ta collect a lot o' it, more if ye plan ta upgrade. Egonetics uses tha metal ta attach ta every bone, muscle, an' nerve in your body. This will increase every aspect o' yourself; speed, strength, durability, brain power, reflexes, etc. Tha downside be that most people can only handle one upgrade on top o' tha normal benefits. Increasing tha effects o' tha Egonetics itself be also harder, as ye have ta both absorb Ego an' also strengthen your soul through other means.
“Another downside be that ye lose out on having a way ta naturally gather Ego, meaning you’ll have ta find other means ta do so. This reason alone makes Egonetics inferior ta tha other two options, but if ye be able ta increase tha power o' tha Egonetics, an' handle more than one upgrade, 'en tha potential be endless. Zero out o' ten Enforcers will choose this option.” He then looked right at me, “in me opinion, Egonetics will complement your current Ego. Ye may be able ta handle more than one upgrade, possibly a few.”
I frowned, as I’d wanted to get a badass weapon. But the more I thought about it, getting something that enhances my already badass abilities did sound very appealing.
“So we get to pick?” Summer Breeze asked, smiling up at the pictures. “That’s so cool.”
“Aye. 'afore ye pick though, I suggest ye let me unlock your Ego’s so ye can make a well informed decision,” he said, getting excited looks from my friends. “There be three kinds o' Ego: Skill, Personal, an' Class. Skill Ego be tha most common form o' Ego, where that’s mostly all ye see out in tha world. This be a wide variety o' abilities an' powers. An easy example o' a skill Ego wou' be Lady Bronwyn; her Ego be elastic. She’s able ta attach her Ego ta anything an' pull it any way she sees fit.”
“Bronwyn actually lost her Ego,” I point out, getting a shocked look on his face. But instead of asking questions, he continues his lecture.
“Personal Ego be a unique one, as it focuses on only affecting tha host. It be rare ta see someone with a Personal type Ego, as ye won’t know they have one till ye face them. These types o' Ego be very dangerous, as they can range from simply just increasing your current attributes, ta even allowing ye ta never die.” He then looked at me, “Loric had a Personal Ego, so now do ye, Ms. Beltosh.”
Not seeing much of a reaction out of me, he continues on. “The last type, Class Ego, be a strange one. Sometimes, if you’ve spent a significant amount o' time training a certain way, or with a certain weapon, 'afore getting your Ego unlocked, there’s a chance it’ll focus around your training. An example o' this wou' be if ye spent all your life using a longsword, there’s a chance your Ego will come with abilities that complement your use o' a longsword. I’ve only known a few who have gained this type o' Ego.
“The type o' Ego ye get be entirely based on ye, your soul, an' your life experiences. Sometimes they don't’ make sense at first, but over time, it’ll all come together,” he said, stepping back and waving in front of himself. “Now come on, new Enforcer’s, line up!”
They didn’t need to be told twice as they all rushed forward, forming a line in front of him. I just stayed in my seat, since this part had already happened to me.
Dude was first, of course, jumping from hoof to hoof.
Luzzumi held out his hand and a cyan glow spread from his hand down onto Dude, who just got more excited. Once the glow disappeared, Luzzumi then held up his other hand, causing a few symbols to appear in front of Dude.
“Hmm,” he said, reading the symbols. “Trading Cards. You’re able ta turn things ye witness into cards for later use. This includes people, abilities, objects, an' so on. Tha card will make an exact copy o' anything it creates, for a limited time. Ye need ta use excess Ego ta create a card, an' tha creation can only be as strong as tha amount o' Ego used ta create it. This has many kinds o' applications in both combat an' everyday life.”
“Huh… kinda cool, I guess,” Dude muttered, looking a bit disappointed as he walked back to his seat. “I wanted a cool superpower ability…”
Roxxy stepped forward next, looking confident as the muscular stout man held his hand out to her. Once he finished unlocking her Ego, he raised his other hand and read the symbols that appeared before her.
“Betting. Interesting. Ye be able ta make bets with others where each side wagers anything they want, an' tha winner o' tha bet gets tha pot. Tha more excess Ego ye have, tha larger tha bet ye be able ta make with someone. Theoretically, ye can use this ta take someone else's Ego if they wager it an' ye win whatever bet was made.”
She shrugged, not showing how she felt about the Ego.. As she returned to her seat, Flippy Dew stepped forward carefully, looking very nervous.
He did the same process to her.
“Hmm, Forcefields. Ye can create a forcefield made o' Ego. Its strength be based on how much Ego ye put into it. There doesn’t seem ta be a limit ta its shape or application, outside o' being 'ithin your sight an' available Ego.”
Flippy Dew smiled happily and flew to her chair. At least someone is happy with their Ego, since the other two are still looking upset.
Summer Breeze was next, wincing a bit as he held his glowing hand above her.
“Calm, lass,” he said in a calm voice as he finished, reading her symbols. “Regeneration Manipulation. Ye have tha ability ta control regeneration, which can be used ta both heal others, or make current wounds worse. This Ego be tha control o' cells, so tha possibilities be endless, only limited ta your excess Ego an' knowledge o' tha body ye be working on. You’re going ta need ta brush up on medical knowledge for this Ego ta reach its true potential.”
“So I can heal and help others?” she asked, a smile on her face. At his nod, she looked completely overjoyed, bouncing in place.
As she went to her seat, Nightstreak jumped forward, ready for his turn.
Luzzumi held his hand up, going through the process. “Absolute Counter. This Ego only works if ye consciously activate it tha moment ye be aboot ta take damage. If timed correctly, what ever attack that was coming your way will instead damage tha attacker. This Ego be very dangerous, as ye can only use it if ye be aboot ta take damage, nae your weapon. An' if ye fail an' mistime tha counter, you’ll take tha damage instead. Ye can also apply excess Ego ta tha counter an' increase tha power o' tha attack ye counter, hitting your opponent with double damage, or even more. This be an Ego ye will have ta put work into 'afore even trying ta use it in real combat.”
“I can live with that,” Nightstreak said, smiling as he moved to his seat.
The table was a mix of self pity, sulking, and happiness.
Luzzumi stepped back in front of the table, looking at everyones mixed reactions. “Do nae worry, just because ye got an ego that seems useless, doesn’t mean it be. Ego’s be only as useful as ye allow them ta be. Be inventive, think outside tha box. Because i be telling ye this right now, everyone o' your Ego’s be useful an' amazing. Especially if ye be all grouped up an' working together.”
This seemed to help the ones who were upset at least buck up, but it’d probably take practicing with their Ego before their moods improved. I mean I get it, we can’t all have an amazing Ego like I do.
“Now, time ta choose how ta use your soul,” Luzzumi said, waving his hand over the table, causing three sets of six pictures to appear. “Take tha picture o' tha option ye want ta use, an' I’ll help get ye started.”
Everyone seemed to know what they wanted, all going for the Ego Weapon’s pictures. However, Flippy Dew and Summer Breeze grabbed one of the Ego Spirit pictures, smiling happily as they sat down hugging the pictures.
I held back, still unsure. Looking at Luzzumi, I saw he was looking at me expectantly.
On the one hand, I can get a badass Ego Weapon, like my parents. But I could also get Egonetics and try mixing my Ego with them to become an absolute badass myself… Huh, that kinda sells that idea!
I reached forward with my tail and took a picture for Egonetics.
“Excellent choices!” Luzzumi said proudly, snapping his fingers caused three lights to come on over three different pathways. “All o' ye that chose a Ego Weapon, go down tha far left path. Use one o' tha consoles ta find tha metal that speaks ta ye. As for ye two, Ms. Dew and Ms. Breeze, go down tha middle path an' I’ll follow along shortly ta help get ye started. Tha process for Ego Spirits be a bit different compared ta tha other two options.”
As they all quickly ran off, he turned to me, smiling. “Good choice, Ms. Beltosh!”
“Just Shayla,” I replied, waving him off.
“Okay, Shayla,” he chuckled, pointing to the far right path. “Head that way an' use tha console ta pick out your metal. I’ll be there shortly.”
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I scowled at the console, still swiping through all kinds of metals. So far, none of them have ‘spoken’ to me, whatever that means.
“Found tha one yet?” Luzzumi said as he walked into the room with me.
“Nope,” I grunted, swiping faster.
“Try connecting your Ego ta tha console,” he said, getting a frown from me. “Ah, sorry lass, I just had tha same problem with tha others. I forgot ye all aren’t knowledgeable on Central Dimension tech.”
He stepped up and pointed to a little port on the side of the machine. “Place your hand there, it’ll do tha rest.”
With an annoyed grunt, I place my hand on the port. I saw a bit of Ego run down my leg and into the machine. The screen before me began to scroll quickly, going so fast the screen was just a blur. After a moment, it came to a stop, a single picture of metal highlighted.
“Perfect,” a voice suddenly said in my mind. I recoiled in shock, as it sounded like it was right inside my mind.
“Did ye hear a voice speak ta ye?” he asked, a knowing smile on his face.
“That’s fucking weird!” I exclaimed, my eyes wide.
“Did it sound like ye?” he questioned, leaning towards me expectantly.
“No, not at all,” I replied. The voice in my head sounded like a much older woman’s voice, deep and husky.
“I figured that’d happen,” he said, chuckling as he touched the screen, selecting the metal for me. “Normally, tha Soulbind takes on a form similar ta tha host. But if tha host has a wandering Ego, it’ll more than likely take over tha Soulbind.”
“So what’s that mean for me?”
“Well, tha soul o' tha Wandering Ego be that o' tha original owner, Rosmarinus. So that’s who ye just heard.”
“Wait, Loric said his special someone was Rosmarinus, and that’s the grave we sat at…” I said, many questions running through my mind.
“Yes, Loric inherited his Wandering Ego from Rosmarinus after she was killed. He’d been performing tha duties o' an Enforcer for two resets wi'out even having an Ego. He was a… very special man.”
I grimaced as I was brought back to the mountainside. Shaking my head, I look next to the machine to see there was a pile of metal there. It was purple in color, with little blue specks dotting it.
“Ye ready?” he asked, getting a nod from me.
Stepping up to the metal, he picked up a few large chunks and held them up. “So this be simple, Shayla. I’m going ta use me abilities ta fuse this with ye an' your Ego. This metal will become a part o' ye an' will cover your skeleton in a thin coat o' Ego metal. It’ll seep into tha bones an' attach itself ta your nerves an' joints.”
“Is it painful?” I asked, to which he smiled sheepishly.
“Aye, it hurts. A lot. But tha long term benefits be worth it,” he said, trying to reassure me.
I just sighed and shook my head, “no pain no gain.”
“That’s tha spirit!” he laughed. “Tha basic benefits you’ll see right away will be increases ta all o' your attributes. Just a simple fifty percent increase.”
“Wow! It’ll double everything?!” I asked, getting very excited at the idea.
He just blinked at me. “Eh, nae, that’s nae how percentages work. Let me make this simpler. It’ll apply a 1.50x modifier ta your attributes.”
“Oh… that’s not as cool,” I mumbled.
“You will increase that modifier as you train and get stronger. And of course with any upgrades you’re able to handle,” he said as he moved closer. “Ready?”
I looked at him, rethinking this whole thing. This seems like it’ll take a lot of work to make useful…
“Yeah, do it,” I said after a moment, deciding to do as my mother always says and take no shortcuts to getting stronger.
He pressed the metal to my body and began to mutter to himself. His hands began to glow cyan as the metal began to melt into me.
“That doesn’t hurt that bad…” I commented, only feeling a slight burning sensation. Then my eyes went wide as I felt every bone in my body scream in agony.
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Groaning loudly, I opened my eyes, finding myself laying on the ground. My body felt strange, like something was inside of me holding every part of me.
“What happened?” I asked aloud, forcing myself to sit up, rubbing my face.
“Ye passed out,” Luzzumi said as he washed his hands in a sink. “Don’t worry, that’s very normal for anyone having Egonetics added ta their body an' soul.”
Looking myself over, I saw nothing different about me. But looking closer, I saw a little port on each of my front legs, right at the wrist. Reaching down to my left wrist, I pulled out some kind of connector attached to a wire that ran into my wrist. “What the…?”
“Another benefit o’ Egonetics,” he said, pulling his suit sleeve down and revealing his own port. “You be able ta interface an' connect ta any device an' piece o' technology in existence. That little connector will morph ta fit any kind o' connection port, so nae need ta worry aboot finding tha exact port ta jack into. Right now, only tha soulbind inside o' your Egonetics can interact with anything ye connect ta, but if ye upgrade your optic nerve, 'en you’ll be able ta as well.”
He tapped behind his ear, revealing he had another port right there. “Careful with tha one on your head, that one connects directly ta your brain an' soul. Only use that one ta connect with others ye trust.”
Standing up, I found I felt a bit better. As in, my vision was slightly better, and my body moved just a bit more gracefully. “So, you keep talking about upgrades. What are my options?”
He chuckled as he waved his hand, causing a small screen to appear beside him, with a long list of scrolling words. “There are plenty of upgrades available, just most can only handle one. I think we can squeeze a few into you, once you start mastering Soul Enhancement. But as of right now, we can’t add any upgrades to you. We have to let your body and soul adjust to the Egonetics. Has Rosmarinus spoken to you yet?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“I prefer just Rosemary,” a voice said from inside my head as a woman suddenly appeared next to Luzzumi. She wore simple clothing with a skirt and a bulky jacket with a high collar. She even wore combat boots and striped stockings. “Hello, Shayla.”
“Whoa…” I said, blinking at her.
Luzzumi looked at me and to where I was looking, smiling, “before ye ask, only ye can perceive her. She’s a caring person, even if she doesn’t seem that way all tha time.”
“Thank you, for staying with Loric in his final moments,” she said, a pained look on her face. “That meant a lot to him. And me.”
“Ummm, yeah, it was no problem,” I said lamely, smiling awkwardly.
“Ye also don’t have ta speak out loud for her ta hear ye,” he laughed, followed by her chuckling as well.
“We will talk later, Shayla. For now, I need to get accustomed to being inside of you. It’s very different in you than it was with Loric.”
I just gave a nod as she faded away.
“This is trippy,” I said, flexing my body a bit.
“'afore we return ta tha others, I need ta give ye a quick rundown on your Ego,” he said as he adjusted his suit. “Soul Enhancement be a very unique Ego, as it performs many roles, while most other Ego’s only perform one. Nae only can ye use it ta get stronger, but ye can use it ta create your very own abilities. O' course, this takes time ta learn, as ye first have ta learn how ta manipulate your own soul first. Once ye do, you’ll be able ta do almost anything ye want with your Ego. This Ego made Loric tha strongest member o' tha Enforcer’s, only rivaled by our leader, Wyntir. With me guidance, I believe one day you’ll be able ta rival both o' them.”
“When you say create my own abilities, what do you mean exactly?” I asked, a feeling of excitement rising from within me.
“Exactly that. Say ye wanted ta fire a blast o' Ego out o' your hands, ye cou' do that. Or ye wanted ta create an ability that once activated made your next attack become empowered with your Ego, striking your opponent with a devastating attack. Honestly, this be tha fun part o' Soul Enhancement, just making new abilities ta use. But tha most important thing ta do be train an' get stronger. With your Ego, training now has extra benefits. One o' tha big ones be now you’ll never get weaker. As in, ye can only get stronger now. Taking time aff from training will nae longer hurt ye. Your body an' soul can only go up from here. Another nice one be that from now on, you’ll get all tha benefits from each training session, so you’ll get stronger faster.”
Now this was very appealing to me! I’m already used to working out and training everyday, so now having it to where I get the maximum amount of benefits from each session is amazing!
“I’ll guide you along the way,” Rosemary said from within my mind. “I’ll teach you a few of Loric’s training methods.”
“Thank you, Luzzumi,” I said with a smile. “Now, about weapons…”
He just laughed and waved for me to follow him. “Don’t worry about those. I’m sure Loric left you something to use. If not, we have plenty in the armory.”
“Armory?!” I exclaimed, a very excited look on my face.
“Aye!” he said back. “We have a little of everything here!”
“I love this place…” I whispered to myself.
“Loric left his things to you,” Rosemary said calmly. “That means he left my swords to you. They’re two katana’s, both covered in rose designs and with a rose for a pommel. I named them ‘Yin’ and ‘Yang’.”
‘You really like roses,’ I thought to her as Luzzumi waved for me to follow him back to the main room.
“They are special to me,” was her response. “My swords are Ego infused, so they’re indestructible to a fault. Take care of them, I’ve had them since the Election process back before I became an Enforcer.”
‘The Election process?’ I thought, raising an eyebrow.
“We have a lot to go over it seems,” she replied. “This is not the time nor place for that discussion.”
I just shrug and continue down the hallway.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 11
With a loud crash, Champion flung open the doors to his Father’s old workshop, stomping in and going towards a pile of boxes that held his late Father’s personal things.
Digging through the boxes, throwing them aside as he went, he let out a growl of frustration.
“Who’s in here?!“ a voice called out as some stepped into the room. “Oh! Star Chaser, it’s just you.”
He turned to his mother, anger still plastered across his face.
“Star! Your face!” Luna yelled, rushing to her sons side and lifting his chin with her hoof.
“I’m fine, I just need to find Father’s mask. The one he wore to social events, that made you always call him handsome,” he asked, turning from her and going back to searching the boxes.
“Why would you need that?” She asked, a sad look on her face as her son ignored her.
“To hide this!” He yelled, not even looking at her as he pointed at his burned face.
“Our good friend Doc could attempt to-“
“I am not letting that thing touch me!”
Luna scowled at her son, but held her tongue, as she knew how he’d get when he was upset.
“Ah, there it is,” he exclaimed as he lifted the slim mask. “Fit for a king.”
“Star, I’m worried about you,” she finally said, her concern for him no longer able to be concealed.
“Don’t, I am perfect,” he said with a sly grin as he slide the mask on over his snout, hiding the hideous burns from view. “And now, we must talk.”
She sighed and shook her head, already knowing what he wanted to speak about. “You are not ready.”
“With Father gone, it is time I take his place, and for you and Aunt Celestia to step down as Rulers,” he said firmly.
“One day,” she said calmly, “you will be ready for the responsibilities that come with being King, but that day is not today, nor any day in the near future. Star, my Midnight Comet, you are not ready.”
“I am!” He roared, not able to control his emotions.
“Clearly you are not,” she retorted. “A ruler must keep themselves in check at all times, and not have emotional outbursts.”
He stared her down, but she didn’t back down.
“I am ready,” he said coldly. “You’ll eventually be able to see that.”
“Prove to me you’re ready, then we will discuss this in a more office capacity,” she said, giving her son a hug. He did not return it, just stood there stock still.
She leaned back, giving him a sad look as she turned and took her leave.
Once she was gone, he stomped over to a mirror and looked himself over. The mask did indeed hide the burns, and made him look rather dashing.
“Perfection,” he muttered, smiling to himself. The mask didn’t cover his eyes or mouth, so his chiseled chin still stuck out, making him look oh so handsome. “Turn me down now.”
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I stepped through the portal I’d created and smirked, that really was easy! Behind me, my friends slowly filed out, all of them smiling just as widely as me.
The portal closed, leaving us now alone in our clubhouse.
With a twirl, I turned to face my friends, taking in their new items. I was the only one without a weapon, as I’d forgone going through Loric’s things. I didn’t have it in me right now, besides, my claws are enough to carry me.
“Now what?” Nightstreak asked, messing with his new Ego gauntlets.
Smirking, I held up the two Dimensional Daggers, the one from Loric and the other one the key to the Order Hall, “we can do whatever we want now! We have a real Dimensional Dagger!”
Roxxy just frowned at me, her Ego Scythe balanced over her shoulder, “I think we should take a step back and think about this.”
“What’s there to think about?” I asked, not seeing a problem.
“For one,” Dude began, his own Ego Saber, which was more of a laser sword than anything since it was just a hilt till he turned it on, hanging at his side, “we all just got our Ego’s and weapons, so going on an adventure right now would be stupid.”
“We need to get comfortable with our stuff first,” Summer Breeze stated, her new Shield attached to her left leg.
“Plus I’m not ready for another adventure just yet…” Flippy Dew muttered, fidgeting with her new Whip, which was able to move in accordance with her mind., “we just did two back to back, and watching Loric… I just want to go home.”
I looked at my friends, seeing their pleading eyes. My eyes lingered to Flippy Dew, who had tears in her eyes. “Yeah,” I said with a heavy sigh, “we’ll take a break.”
“Thank you, Shay,” Flippy Dew said as she walked over and hugged me, then walked for the door.
“Go home and get some rest,” I announced to them. “I’ll text you all when I think we’re good to go.”
“Let me get some training in first,” Nightstreak said, slamming his gauntlets together. “I feel like I’ll be unstoppable if I can figure out my Ego!”
“Yes, everyone go get some solo training in,” I said as they all headed for the door. “We’ll meet up later for some group training.”
Roxxy stopped as she was the last one out, she turned and looked me over. “Shay, you’re good, right?”
I blinked at her, then gave her my signature confident smile, “of course I’m good!”
“You sure?” She pressed.
“Go home, you dumbass,” I laughed, waving her off.
She narrowed her eyes, but gave a nod and left me alone in the clubhouse.
Once I heard her take off, I sat down hard and sighed, lifting my Pit Viper’s to rub my eyes.
“You know it helps to talk to friends about your problems?” Rosemary said as she materialized in a bean bag chair near me.
“No need, I’m good,” I replied, shaking my head at her.
“You know I can see your thoughts? Your feelings?” She said calmly, “I know what happened with Loric has affected you.”
“No,” I said, standing up and walking for the door. “I’ve just never seen someone die. Let me sleep it off and I’ll be back to normal.”
“I’m always here to talk when you’re ready,” she said as I threw open the door and stepped out, slamming it behind me.
Huffing loudly, I jumped from the porch and glided down to the ground, deciding to walk to clear my head.
As I walked down the path that led back to New Ponyville, I went over everything that's happened in my head.
Honestly a lot has happened since this morning. We stopped an evil chaos being from going on a rampage, became the new Bearers of the Elements, became Enforcers, got our Ego and items, and gained the ability to travel to dimensions. Wow, an eventful day.
The sun was setting, so at least the day was almost over.
“Ah, Shayla,” I heard the all too familiar and annoying voice of Kal say as he leaned against a tree, cleaning his hoof with a file.
I just ignored him as I walked towards him.
Taking note of my silence, he looked at me, raising an eyebrow, “you’ll be happy to know I’m almost ready to take you to another dimension.”
I couldn’t help but snort laugh as I continued past him, “don’t worry about it. I got my own way to travel around now.”
“What?!” He yelped, seeming to be taken off guard by my words.
Smirking, I raise my Dimensional Dagger, “got my own key now.”
A solemn look fell over his face as he saw the rose covered dagger. “… do you know how to use it?”
“I got the basics,” I say with a wink. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m no longer helping you with your plan to get to my mom’s home world.” At his grimace, I stuck my tongue out at him, “yeah, I know about you wanting to get a Thorn. You’ll need to figure something else out.”
As I turned to leave, I heard him growl and stomp his hoof. “Wait.”
But I didn’t wait, I just started walking away.
“What do you want? I’ll compensate you greatly if you help me,” he said in a almost desperate and begging tone.
A sly smile appeared on my face, he was so easy to manipulate. “Hmmmmmm,” I hummed, spinning around to face him. “I don’t know, what could you possibly have that I’d want?”
He did not look happy as he looked at me, “if you take me to where I want to go, I’ll provide you with a full list of other dimensions and their coordinates. That’ll give you and your friends a massive jump forward, allowing you all to go anywhere you want without having to go there first.”
“Hmmm,” I hummed in a condescending tone, “what else ya got?”
“Shayla, be wary of this one,” Rosemary warned as she appeared next to him, looking him over.
‘I got this,’ I thought back to her, causing her to frown.
His eye twitched as he opened a pocket dimension and pulled out a strange item. “I’ll also give you this. It has six great Soul’s inside of it, once for each of your friends. Using one grants you access to their skills and technical knowledge.”
“So,” I began, looking at the item, “you’ll give me all that, AND a shit ton of money, just to go to my mom’s home dimension?”
At the mention of giving me money, he rolled his eyes, “yes. Do we have a deal?”
I wink at him, “yep. Hit me up when you’re ready. Also deliver all my new shit to my clubhouse, not my house.”
He bowed, causing me to laugh, “of course. I will contact you shortly.”
Without another word, I snapped around and continued on my way.
“You should not help him,” Rosemary said as she appeared next to me. “He is the one Loric was hunting.”
“No, the guy Loric was hunting is that guy's boss. He’s currently in prison,” I said, already having everything figured out.
“Prison?” She asked, rubbing her chin.
“Yeah, my parents beat him and got him locked away in a high security prison up in the far north. This guy Kal is a push over compared to his boss, I’ve been taking advantage of him since I was a kid.”
“If that is true, then the next time Bronwyn is here, connect with her so I may speak to her. If he’s trapped here, she can deal with him,” she said, fading away slowly.
“Can do,” I said aloud, a little pep in my step as I continued along the path.
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Later that night
“You didn’t have to do this!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed as her kids led her to their table.
“You deserve it, mom,” Lightning said proudly as they reached the table and sat down.
“We know you hate fancy things, but this is supposed to be the best Brony run restaurant in Canterlot. The food is supposedly amazing,” Azure Moon said with a wide smile. “Plus we had too, it’s yours and Dad’s anniversary week.”
This brought a sad smile to the older mare's face, “I don’t deserve you two.”
“Oh hush, look at the menu and get whatever you want, we’re paying,” Azure Moon laughed, lifting her own menu.
“I wonder if this is any good,” Lightning said aloud as he tapped a picture of what appeared to be a burger. “The ‘can’t believe it’s not meat rodeo supreme burger’.”
“With a name like that, you gotta get it, son,” Rainbow Dash said, reaching over to playfully shove him.
“Know what, I’m-“
“Azure Moon! A pleasure to see you here!” A voice called out from across the restaurant.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” she groaned, placing a hoof over her face in annoyance.
Champion glided up to their table and landed before them, smiling confidently. But everyone at the table just glared at him, already knowing the full story between him and Azure Moon.
“Didn’t I say to stay away from my family's dinner?” She asked harshly, trying not to cause a scene.
“And I was! But we just so happened to come to the same place!” He said with a very loud laugh.
The ponies around them were talking excitedly among themselves, taking a few pictures of him as he stood there posed up.
“I highly doubt that this is a coincidence,” she growled.
“Star Chaser, I’m going to ask nicely,” Rainbow Dash said evenly as she scowled at him. “My daughter asked you not to be here, so go. Now.”
“With all due respect, Mrs. Dash,” he said with a large smile, “this is a public space. And I came here to eat, which is what I shall do.”
He then reached over to another table and grabbed a chair. He brought it over to their table and sat down with them.
“Leave,” Azure Moon growled, staring daggers at him.
“I’m paying for dinner tonight, so just enjoy yourselves,” he said with a charming smile.
“Okay, I’m not going to be nice,” Lightning said as he stood up and stepped up to Champion. “Get the fuck away from our table.”
“Or what?” Champion asked as he turned his head to him, his eyes wide as they flashed purple.
“Lightning, please sit down,” Azure Moon said calmly.
Her brother grumbled, but complied as he returned to his seat.
“Star Chaser,” she began, getting his attention as he smiled at her. “I’m putting an end to this. Right now.”
He just stared at her, still smiling.
“I do not like you, and I never will. And the more you try to convince me to get with you, the more I dislike you. But after tonight, coming here after I told you to stay away, you’ve crossed a line. You have become the only person I can say I HATE. Now, stand up, and leave. And NEVER speak to me again. Or I will bring your mother and sister into this.”
As she spoke his smile slowly fell into an emotionless blank stare. Once she finished, he just kept staring at her.
“You’re making a mistake. I am the next ruler of Equestria, I can provide you with-“
“I do not care!” She suddenly screamed, losing her composure as she sprang to her hooves, sending her chair flying backwards into another table. “You can become the ruler of the world, and I’d still hate you! I hate you, do you not get that?! You make me feel scared for my life when you are around! For my family's lives! I will NEVER be with you! And there is nothing that will change that!”
He just kept up his emotionless stare as she screamed at him. He glanced around, seeing that everyone was looking at their table. Turning his eyes back to her as she stood there panting and huffing, face red with anger, he stood up.
“You’re emotional right now, so you’re not thinking clearly. That is unbecoming of my future Queen.”
“Get the fuck out!” She roared, stepping forward and punching him straight in the face.
He didn’t react, nor did his head even move when she hit him, just kept his eyes locked to hers. “We will speak later, Azure Moon.”
With that, he spun around and left the fuming mare.
Once he stepped outside he looked up into the sky as it poured rain down on him.
“That was rough my guy,” someone said from behind him.
His wide eyes snapped to the stallion that had walked out after him.
“I don’t know the story there, but it gets better,” the stallion said, stepping out into the rain with Champion. “You just gotta let her go and-“
He didn’t get to finish his sentence as his head suddenly exploded as Champion fired a purple beam right through him. The body stumbled then collapsed.
“Hmmm,” Champion looked around, using his super hearing and sight to confirm no one saw what he’d done.
He grabbed the stallion by the leg and flung him straight into the sky, and with an angry roar fired a wide beam up after him, disintegrating the body instantly.
Now the only evidence was a bit of blood and chunks of meat and bone. He pulled out an item and tossed it to the mess. With a hot flash, the gore was gone, leaving a bow clean street and wall.
He then looked back to the restaurant and growled, “we’ll see.”
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The next morning
I stepped out of my room, still yawning as I made my way to the kitchen. The night before I’d just come home and went straight to bed, and didn't even talk to my parents.
Nearing the kitchen I could smell breakfast cooking, making my mouth water.
“There’s our Hero,” my mother said brightly as I stepped into the room and made my way to the table where my mom sat, playing one of her handheld games.
I just smile in response as I sit down and wait for my food.
“You need to comb your mane, honey,” my mom commented, reaching over and ruffling up my already messy mane. “
And you need a shower, greasy little shit,” my mother joked as she stepped over to the table and placed down two plates for us.
“I’ll take one in a minute,” I mumbled as I began to devour my food.
“You’re acting like we don’t feed you,” she said as she placed down another plate as I finished the first.
“Just starving,” I grumbled as I pulled the second plate over and dived into it as well.
“So what’d you guys do afterwards yesterday?” My mom asked as she continued to play her game as she ate.
A grin slide onto my face, as I wasn’t sure if I should tell them yet. I’ll have to tell them eventually, but I’m afraid if I do they’ll over react.
“Just hung out at the clubhouse,” I said, deciding to hold off on telling them for now. If my friends told their parents, then I’ll go ahead and tell them. Till then, ignorance is bliss.
“I recommend against hiding this information from your parents,” Rosemary said as she sat on the counter.
‘Trust me, I know the best way to handle my parents,’ I thought as I kept eating.
“I’m sorry if we’ve treated you too much like a kid recently,” my mother said as she sat down with her own plate of food. “It’s just hard, you’re our little hellion, and we love you to death.”
“But you’ve shown us up, that’s for sure,” my mom chuckled, “you and your friends stopped Anarchy, and somehow got her on the road to recovery. I’d of just killed her, but you do your own thing.”
“Thanks, guys,” I say with an awkward smile, as I’m not very good at taking compliments. “She didn’t need to die, she just needed help.” I pushed my empty plate away, “besides, I don’t have to kill anyone to solve my problems.”
“I hope you never have to kill someone,” my mother said in a solemn tone. “It changes you forever.”
I frown at her, as I did not like it when she got all serious like this. “It’s okay, Mama, I can handle my business without ever having to kill someone.”
“I hope so, sweetie,” she said, reaching over and giving my hand a squeeze. Then a weird look came over her face as she turned my hand over, exposing the port in my wrist. “What is this?!”
“Uh…” I said as I stared dumbly at my wrist as she held onto it.
“Should of just been up front with them,” Rosemary said with a sly grin as she faded away.
“Uh?” My mother mimicked back at me, “what have you done this time, Shayla? What body modification did you just have to have?”
The urge to argue with her began to rise within me, but I struggled to respond calmly. “It’s nothing, just something a friend gave me.”
“That does not answer my question,” she said as she narrowed her eyes. Then she let out a sigh and let my wrist go, leaning back. “Just don’t lie to me, that’s all I’m asking.”
“I’d rather not say then…” I muttered, looking away from her.
“Are you in trouble?” She asked carefully.
“No.”
“Should we be worried?”
“You always worry.”
“Because we love you.”
“I’m okay, I promise.”
“This little thing on your wrist isn’t dangerous is it?”
“No.”
“Will you at least tell us in the future when you do things like this?”
“Sure.”
She reached over and gave my hand another squeeze, getting me to look her in the face. “We love you, and we’ll always support you. Just don’t block us out of your life.”
I force a smile as I hold eye contact with her, “I’m not going to block you two out, I promise.”
My mother sat back, a small smile on her face, “you can tell us anything, okay? We’ll try to listen instead of getting angry.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled as I stood up. “I’m going to take a shower now, ‘kay?”
She just nodded as she started picking at her food.
I left the kitchen and moved for the bathroom, but as I entered, I barely heard them start to speak.
“She’s up to something, Scamp.”
“I know… but she’s a mare now, we need to try and let her do her own thing.”
“To an extent.”
“I trust her to make the right decisions, Mallo.”
A tiny smile slid onto my face, but it was quickly washed away by a frown. Why can’t I just be open with anyone? Especially my parents…
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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2022-12-04T02:26:01+00:00
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Chapter 12
“We need to speed things along,” Kal said as he stood on the second floor balcony overlooking everyone else as they stood on the ground floor. “Shayla has a Dimensional Dagger, and is starting to deviate from my plans. Star Chaser,” he said, looking at the costumed stallion, “have you located Loric?”
“No,” he said back simply. “I’ve searched everywhere.”
“Apparently not everywhere,” Kal growled, “the Dimensional Dagger in Shayla’s possession belongs to him.”
“I knew she was lying!” He snapped, but Kal waved his hoof at him.
“Stop, let it go,” he said firmly. “As of right now she’s agreed to a deal where she will still take us, but we need to hurry up. She’s a stupid mare and will get distracted eventually and start doing her own thing.”
He began to pace, “we can assume Loric died due to his wounds, since there is no other reason he’d part with his key. Which means Shayla and her friends must have his Wandering Ego hidden away somewhere.”
“Are we going to go steal it?” Lemon Tape asked.
“Eventually, but for now we need to focus on getting her to keep up her end of the deal. That’s what’s most important right now,” Kal said as he looked to Champion again, “you will be staying here. I’ve learned new information about the dimension we are going to, and you are too powerful for that world. The God in charge of it is a brat and hates outsiders. Luckily, he is not omniscient by choice, so we’ll go undetected. However he’s not incompetent so he’d very easily notice your presence.”
Champion frowned at this, “then what am I going to do?!”
“Whatever you want,” Kal said with a glare. “Once I leave this place, I don’t care what happens to it. You will be in charge until we return to retrieve you.”
This did not sit well with Champion, but he didn’t protest further.
“Domitor,” he suddenly said, causing the stallion in question to jump a bit. “You are coming with us.”
He stared up wide eyed, “um… thank you!”
“Thank your mother,” he spat back, looking at everyone else. “Get back to work!”
Everyone quickly took their leave, going back to what they’d been doing before the meeting had been called.
“You’re free to roam, Domitor,” Kal called out. “But if you screw up one more thing…”
He let the threat hang in the air, as he did not have to say it. Domitor gave a bow up to his father and quickly moved for the exit before he changed his mind.
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I bobbed my head to the music playing in my headphones, doing a few dance moves randomly as I walked down the street. As I trotted down the street, Rosemary kept appearing ahead of me, leaning against buildings or sitting on ledges, watching me with a raised eyebrow.
As the music hit one of my favorite parts I sprang forward and performed a spinning back kick, landing on all fours and continuing like nothing happened.
She laughed at me, so I gave her two finger guns and a wink. “Gotta enjoy life, mofo!” I yelled, causing everyone in the area to look at me. I, however, could have cared less about their judging stares and kept up with my shenanigans.
And then my good mood was ruined as I saw the one pony I didn’t want to see today walk around the corner of a building up ahead of me.
Frowning, I pulled the headphones off of my head and glared at him. “Domitor.”
When he noticed me, he returned my glare. “Shayla.”
“Bet you’ve felt pretty great after winning our last fight with that cheap shot?” I said, coming to a stop a few feet away from him.
“Cheap shot?” he asked, scoffing. “I landed a clean hit on you, then saved your life. You should just accept that and move on.”
“Nah, I can’t accept losing, especially when you cheated.”
“Cheated?!” he snapped, walking up to me and slamming his face into mine. “I won, fair and square! Why can’t you just be a mature mare and accept that?!”
“Because a little bitch like you could never beat me fairly,” I retorted as I pushed against him, knocking him back a few steps.
“Well if you’re gonna be like that, then yeah, I won and you lost, because when it comes down to it, I’m the better fighter!” he spat back, growling a bit.
“Oh?! OH?!” I yelled as we began to circle around each other, holding our glares on each other. “The better fighter?! You wanna go again?! Fight me when I’m not tired after training?!”
“Yeah! I could fight you in any state and still win! Not my fault a little fatigue affected you so much!”
“You try fighting someone who attacks you without warning and you’re super fucking tired!”
“Excuses excuses! A real warrior would accept the loss and move on! Get better from it!”
“Screw you, little punk ass bitch boy! The only real warrior here is me!”
We stopped circling each other as we slammed foreheads together again, growling at each other.
“You a warrior? HA! You look more like a wannabe Hot Topic model than anything else!”
“At least my parents love me!”
His eyes flared in anger as he took a step back. “Fuck you, Shayla.”
“Yeah, fuck you too, Domitor!” I said, slamming a hoof into the cobblestone road and shattering it.
Instead of continuing the fight, he turned and headed down the street.
“Yeah, walk away!” I yelled after him, spinning around and walking in a different direction.
“Hot headed as well?” Rosemary said from atop a fence ahead of me. “You really are a younger version of Loric.”
“Stop comparing me to him,” I growled, stomping past her. “I barely knew him, so these comparisons are starting to get on my nerves.”
“I can see your thoughts and feelings, remember? I know the short interaction you had with him affected you deeply.”
“You don’t know shit about me,” I muttered, flaring my wings and flying straight into the sky. I’m going to go train or some shit.
“If you want to change the subject, we need to start going over how to get stronger with your Ego. It’s not like other Ego’s,” she said as she floated in the air just in front of me as I flew forward.
“Later,” I snapped, “I’m not in the mood right now.”
“Very well,” she said as she faded away.
Fucking Domitor, ruining my good mood like that…
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“That’s enough for today, Dad,” Spark said as he flew down to the ground and landed next to their things.
“Tired already, son?” Lance laughed as he landed next to his son and grabbing a water bottle.
Spark just chuckled as he lifted a towel and began to dry himself off, “no, but I have a date night with Starlight tonight. She said she has some news for me.”
“Ah, she’s finally telling you,” Lance chuckled, getting a raised eyebrow from his son. “Eh… forget it. I’m not ruining it for you.”
“Well now I’m just worried,” Spark said with a frown.
“Don’t be,” Lance replied, ruffling his son’s mane up. “Anyways! Good work out there today, Spark.”
“You too, old man,” Spark said with a wink.
“I may be old, but I have the body of a thirty year old,” Lance laughed, flexing a bit to show off his muscles.
“Why are you training anyways, Dad?” Spark asked as he began to put on his uniform.
Lance just shrugged, “Dunno, just hate not doing anything. Plus, since I can’t leave this dimension, I might as well get strong enough to keep defending it.”
“We have Champion for that,” Spark said, his grimace giving away his true feelings on the costumed stallion.
“Yeah, but Star Chaser isn’t really someone I’d call a ‘hero’,” Lance said as he looked around. “Probably shouldn’t bad mouth him, since he has that super hearing crap.”
“Yeah,” Spark agreed, “but thank you, Dad. Training with you has been great.”
Lance smirked and flashed in and out of his Apollyon form, “same here, kiddo. You don’t have any kind of powers or transformations and you can already outperform me at my best. Just imagine what’ll happen if you ever decide to go out and get an Ego or something similar.”
“I told you,” Spark said, finishing up gathering his things. “I don’t want to leave this dimension, and I don’t want to face unstoppable forces. I just want to stay here and be with my friends and family.”
“But you could become so damn strong, son!” Lance pushed.
Spark just shrugged, “maybe, but what’s the point of getting stronger? We don’t have any threats left on this planet, and any that do show up will get crushed by the others here that like to do things like that.”
“So with all this potential, you’re okay just being a normal cop?”
“Yep, it’s what I enjoy doing. I get to help others and fix problems. And with all my training, I’m able to take down suspects without hurting them, even when they’re trying to kill me or my partner. I’m happy where I’m at right now.”
With a sigh, Lance smiled at his son, “as long as you’re happy, then that’s all that matters to me.”
Smiling, Spark turned and began to walk for the path that led out of the forest, “same time tomorrow?”
“You know it,” Lance said as he sat down and cracked open a soda.
As he watched his son leave the clearing, he let out a sigh. He really hoped his son would be able to live the life he desires and deserves. But, knowing his own luck and how shit always seems to follow after him, he wasn’t so sure he’d get that chance.
At least they had Star Chaser and the new Bearers of the Elements to deal with problems.
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Later, nighttime
Domitor stomped into his room, still upset after his interaction with Shayla, even though it’s been hours since then. He’d spent the whole day sulking around and trying to improve his mood, but nothing helped. Shayla’s final jab really hit hard, and it’s only worse since she doesn’t even know the full story.
Grumbling, he moved to his desk and flipped open the hidden compartment and pulled out his drawing supplies. Leaning back in his chair he held his drawing pad in his lap, trying to think of something to draw. Anything to get his mind clear.
But all he managed to do was draw a few random lines on the page, not even able to do art right now.
He growled as he finally drew a crude image of Shayla’s face, glaring at it as his mind raced.
She has everything he doesn’t have; a loving family, friends that support her, the love and admiration of all the others in this town, and even his own father supports her in his own way. Yet she acts like a brat and trots around like she owns the world.
He hated her. Especially after today.
With viscous slices, he drew through her face with his pen, scratching the image out of existence.
Sitting there, staring at the ruined page, he teared up a bit.
Nothing ever goes his way.
And that’s how he sat till he fell asleep, just staring at the scribbles on the page, hating himself.
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Something caused Domitor to jerk awake as he sat up in the chair, looking around in a panic. He wasn’t sure what it was, but something woke him up, something strange.
Looking around, he saw nothing out of the ordinary, but the air around him felt off. Like there was something there that he couldn’t see.
Deciding he didn’t like the feeling in his room, he stood up and headed for his door, wanting to go sleep in the living room. But upon reaching his door, he found it was stuck. The knob would not turn at all, nor would the door budge.
“Come on…” he muttered, assuming his father had cast a charm on the door again to keep him locked in his room. What had he done this time to anger his father? Maybe he heard of the interaction with Shayla…
Turning around, he was taken by complete surprise at what he saw. His window was no longer showing the lights of the town below, but a white void with rocks floating around.
“...” he stepped forward and leaned his head into the window, frowning as he realized this was more like a portal than a window now.
Looking around, he didn’t know what to do. Entering into this portal-like entrance probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do. But the floating rocks ahead seemed to form a pathway, which seemed to beckon to him.
Against his better judgment he climbed up into the window and onto the rocks beyond. Carefully, he began to walk forward, keeping his eyes on the world around him. There wasn’t anything of note around him, just distant floating rocks and whiteness.
As he neared a stone doorway, a man suddenly appeared before him, wearing dark clothing.
Domitor jumped back in shock, staring wide eyed up at the strange man.
“Domitor Pompeo, what a sad little creature you are,” the man said in a tame voice.
“What?” Domitor asked, staring the man in the face. “Pompeo? My last name is Belletor, like my father.”
The man just smiled back knowingly. “So misinformed you are. You don’t even know the truth about your father.”
He growled, now angry with this mysterious man. How dare he! His father may be harsh and abusive, but he’s never lied to him…
The man held both hands out to his sides, gliding backwards, “Domitor, a creature born to rival another, but only to be cast aside the moment he wasn’t needed.”
Stepping through the doorway, the man disappeared, only to reappear right next to him, leaning against a rock.
“And now you’re just an annoyance to all those around you. Your rival has even surpassed you, and you don’t even know it yet.”
“What is the point of this?!” Domitor snapped, stepping towards the man. “To mock me? Make me feel worse?!”
“A woman in your world formed a connection with me,” the man began, whisking away. He reappeared in the air above the young stallion. “Thanks to her, I’ve become aware of your world. And by extension, you. Out of all creatures of your world, you’re the only one worth looking into. The future ahead of you…”
Domitor just stared up at him, still not sure of the point of this interaction.
“I have an offer for you, Domitor,” the man said, waving his hand, “everyone looks down upon you, and despite your efforts, you’ll never be worth anything to any of them.”
“Thanks,” Domitor growled.
“How much would you give to be seen as an equal? To stand next to those who stand above you?” the man asked. “To make them pay.”
“Everything,” Domitor answered, staring up at the man with a serious look.
“Then accept my gift,” the man said as he waved his hand again, causing a burning sensation to form on Domitor’s left leg.
He winced and raised his leg as he watched a strange black symbol begin to form on it, burning away the fur. Once it finished, he felt a connection form inside of him, like something was now a part of him.
“With my mark you gain access to the void. Come along,” he said as a few rocks flew down to form a path, followed by him disappearing.
Not sure what to make of any of this, he walked forward, following the path. But he eventually came to a gap. Trying to use his wings proved useless, as he couldn't seem to lift off.
“Use the mark,” a voice said from all around him. “Far Reach. Fling a tendril ahead of yourself and it’ll pull you to that location.”
Still not really sure of what was happening, he raised his hoof and pointed it to the rock ahead of himself. Simply wanting to be over there caused a dark tendril to shoot forward and grab the rock, and then pulled him through the air, right over the gap and onto the spot he’d connected the tendril too.
“Whoa!” he exclaimed, the ability catching him off guard.
Ahead of him he saw a recreation of his home, the mansion. This brought down the good mood he’d found himself in immediately.
The front door flew open, seeming to invite him in.
He reluctantly walked towards the mansion and stepped inside. Upon stepping through the doorway, he found himself surrounded by the frozen forms of his father and all his followers.
A cold sweat broke out across his back as he saw the stern look of his father and the smug look of Champion.
“A lone child, brought up by maniacs,” the man said as he walked out of a doorway, stepping up between his father and Champion. “Told he was a failure his whole life; beaten and abused. Most would have turned into monsters.”
He whisked away, reappearing on the second floor balcony. “But you, you’ve persisted against all odds. Where most would've broken down and succumbed to the pressure, you’ve thrived. No matter the abuse you’ve faced, you’ve kept moving forward.”
As he disappeared, a door on the bottom floor opened.
Domitor slowly walked through the crowd, cowering a bit as he walked between the forms of his father and the insane stallion.
When he stepped through the next door he found himself in Shayla’s house, a place he’d never been to. He found himself staring at the frozen forms of her and her parents laughing and eating breakfast together.
“Shayla Beltosh, the woman you were supposed to surpass,” the man said, standing on the table between all of them. “Yet the day you finally achieve that goal, you were punished. Hurt more than you’ve ever been hurt before. You blame her for everything.”
Domitor could only frown at the happy faces of the ponies before him, as this was exactly what he’d always wanted.
“She has the life you desire most, and there’s nothing you can do to gain that life,” he said, floating off of the table. “That is, if you continue down the path you’re currently on. Following your father will only cause you untold pain and suffering. You must forge your own path in life, if this is what you desire,” he said, casting a hand over the happy family. “But going against your father? The monster of life itself? A man you don’t even know the truth about? Can you do it? Doing so will cost you everything.”
The stallion did not have an answer to any of these questions, as going against his father was not something he’d ever thought about doing. And still, he didn’t think he’d want to do that. All he wants is his-
“Fathers love,” the man suddenly said, catching Domitor off guard. “All you want is the love of your father. An seemingly impossible desire to achieve. Your father is an unloving creature. But yet, you still desire his love and affection.”
“He’ll love me, if I can help him achieve his dreams,” Domitor says confidently, causing the man to shake his head.
“Telling you the truth of the matter will ruin the fun, I’m afraid,” the man said, fading away as another door opened up.
Wanting to be away from the happy scene before him, the stallion moved quickly to the door, stepping through it to find himself in a strange forest. Everything looked strange, the plants, the sky, everything.
Looking up, he saw that the moon was literally a giant smiling green skull with red teeth.
“On a strange world,” the mysterious man said, stepping into view ahead of him in a clearing. “You will have a choice to make.” He raised both of his hands, causing two figures to appear on either side of him.
A silhouette of a creature that could only be Shayla, and a silhouette of a humanoid on the other side. “A choice that will affect you for the rest of your life. One choice will be easy, and the other hard. One will be attractive to you, while the other will go against everything you’ve been raised to believe. Which will you pick?” the man asked, crossing his arms. “This is why I’m interested in you, this one moment in your life. I’m interested in seeing how this’ll play out.”
“What will the choices be?” Domitor asked, but the man just smiled as he waved a hand.
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With a jerk, Domitor jumped up and landed on his hooves, finding himself in his room again. Blinking in confusion, he let out a sigh. His dreams were starting to get weirder…
Then he saw his left leg and saw the black symbol burned into his skin.
“Oh…” he muttered, eyes wide. That was all real?!
He raised his hoof and shot a tendril out at his bed, grabbing a pillow and pulling it to himself. Catching it easily, he smiled. This power wasn’t all powerful, but he knew it’d come in handy.
“Thanks, strange guy,” he muttered, not sure if the mysterious man actually could hear him or not.
Looking at the tattoo, he felt he shouldn’t walk around with it clearly in view. He didn’t know how he’d explain it to anyone, and really didn’t want to have to tell his father about it. At least, not yet.
Walking over to a cabinet, he pulled out some cloth wraps and wrapped the dark cloth around his leg, hiding the tattoo from view.
Now that he was sure no one could see it, he walked out of his room, intending to head out into the forest to play around with this new power.
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Discord,Main 6,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Human,Adventure,Comedy,Drama,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Profanity,Sex,Violence
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Living The Dream
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When the world ends, a young man gets a chance to relive his life in the world of Equestria.
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incomplete
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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2022-12-04T07:10:46+00:00
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2022-12-04T08:44:01+00:00
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Chapter 13
Stepping into the clearing my mother I use for training, I threw my bags to the side and moved towards the middle.
“Are you ready for me to explain how to increase the strength of your Ego?” Rosemary asked as she laid on the ground ahead of me.
“Knock yourself out,” I said with a sigh.
“Alright then!” she exclaimed as she jumped to her feet and walked towards me. “Want me to keep it simple?”
“Sure,” I grumbled, feeling slightly attacked. I’m not smart but I’m not dumb.
“Do this,” she said, holding up her hand and extending a finger.
I mimic her with my right hand, pointing a claw forward.
“Now this,” she said, dragging her finger down sharply.
Upon swiping my finger down a menu appeared in front of me. I took a step back in surprise, but it followed after me.
“What is this?!” I asked, eyes scanning all the words on the menu before me.
“Soul Enhancement works very differently than other Ego’s. It’s a one of a kind,” she said as she walked up and stood next to the menu.
Taking a moment to actually look at the menu revealed it was just stats, all set to one. “Okay, so these are my stats?” I asked, getting a nod from her. “Then why is everything at one? I should be a lot stronger than that.”
“That’s normal,” she assured me, “both Loric and I started out the same way. However, notice the little plus signs with ones and zeros? That’s from your Egonetics. So strengthening your Egonetic’s also increases your Soul Enhancement, and by extension, your whole body and soul. It’s the perfect combo, which is why I chose it. Yet, Loric was stubborn and chose an Ego weapon.”
“Okay,” I said as I read over the stats. “What’s all this mean?”
“Well, this keeps track of everything you do. As you train and perform tasks, you’ll level up, which grants you skill points to increase your attributes,” she said, tapping at the LEVEL area. “Every level grants three points, and every ten levels grants six. Completing a task, or quest as it likes to call them, will grant you bonus skill points. The number varies based on the quest.”
“This sounds too much like one of my mom’s video games,” I say with a frown, getting a smile out of her.
“Pretty much,” she chuckled. “You have a daily training quest, which grants you three skill points upon completion. So you have a steady source of skill points.”
“What kinda quest are we talking about?”
“The daily one is simple, it’s just a list of exercises you need to complete. It’ll change daily, so it won’t get boring. There’s no penalty for missing a daily quest, but you shouldn’t since it’s free skill points. Also, normally training on your own will grant skill points as well, but much much slower.”
“Okay, sounds simple. Do daily quests, train, and repeat.”
“There are also normal quests that your Ego will randomly give you. They vary, and use a ranking system to mark them as either easy or difficult. E rank being easy, and S rank being the hardest.” She then tapped at the words EXCESS EGO, “now, you don’t have a way to absorb Ego from defeated enemies right now, but that’s okay. This stat only increases your Egonetics. To increase your Ego Power, all you have to do is defeat opponents and their Soul will be captured by your Ego. This is not the same as killing someone and taking their Ego, as this involves taking all of the excess Ego as well.
“If you kill them now, you’ll just take their Soul, and nothing else. The only benefit this has over Ego weapons and taking all of their Ego is that you actually absorb their power into yourself. So you can become strong very quickly if you are lucky.”
“What if I don’t want to kill anyone, how do I get stronger?” I asked, causing her to sigh.
“It’s still possible, but will take a lot longer,” she said, tapping the LEVEL stat again. “So, leveling up is quite simple; defeat opponents, complete quests, and by just doing things in general. This doesn’t show you how close you are to leveling up, so it’s always a guessing game.”
“Alright, so far I’m hating it,” I said, shaking my head. “I didn’t know I was going to have to do all this shit…”
“It’s not that bad,” she said, trying to reassure me. “Once you start gaining skill points, you’ll start to really enjoy yourself. Trust me, this is a lot more fun than just normal training and fighting.”
“I guess,” I mumbled.
“Well here, let’s do the first daily quest!” she exclaimed, holding up a hand and doing a sideways swipe.
Rolling my eyes, I mimicked her, swiping away the Stats Menu and bringing up one that was labeled QUEST. I had two waiting for me; Daily quest and one labeled ‘Rank E: To Eris!’.
“Look at you, already have a quest ready for you!” she said excitedly.
“Yay me,” I deadpanned as I tapped the Daily quest, revealing a list of objectives. “Five mile run, fly twelve miles, one hundred push ups, one hundred pull ups, one hundred squats, and one hundred sit ups? That’s all super easy shit.”
“It’s not usually supposed to be hard, just a daily quest that you have to do. I suggest always doing them in the morning, it’s a great start to your day!” She said, her excitement making me sigh. Unlike her, I saw this as dumb and annoying.
Looking at the list, I shrugged. Might as well just do it all, since it was so easy.
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Upon finishing the five mile run, which I’d saved for last, I received a notification in front of myself, stating I’d completed the Daily quest and received three skill points.
“So exciting!” Rosemary said happily as she appeared next to me. “Your first skill increase! What are you going to pick?!”
“Uh…” I mumbled, bringing up the Stats Menu, seeing that all the attributes now had little plus signs next to them. “What’s the benefit of each of them?”
She smiled widely as she stood up, pointing at each one, “Strength is simple, it just increases your physical strength. Stamina affects your fatigue rate and natural endurance, it gives a slight bonus to your Defense stat as well. Perception helps you notice things in the world around you, it should be increased along with Reflexes as it goes hand in hand with it. Reflexes itself revolves around how fast you are to react to situations.
“Brain Power mostly just covers your memory and how fast you are able to process new information. I recommend increasing this one at least somewhat, as it’s very useful. Now Defense is simple, as increasing it raises your toughness and resistances to other Ego attacks. It even can increase resistance to other things, but its effectiveness varies. Willpower helps to defend you against mental attacks, and helps combat against Ego’s that posses others. It’s only other use is that it gives a slight bonus to Soul’s you absorb and can increase your Ego Power faster.
“The Ego stat is simple; increasing it increases the overall power of any ability you create with Soul Enhancement, and it even affects Ego Power. This one is very important, but it’s okay to neglect it in the beginning. The last one, Finesse, can help you with accuracy when it comes attacking, both with melee and ranged. This one can have dimension returns, so be careful not to put too many points into it. It also affects Defense slightly. Questions?”
I blinked at her, as I hadn’t expected to get a lecture out of that question. “Eh…”
“It’s a lot to take in,” she admitted. “May I suggest which one to raise first?”
“Nah, I got it,” I said after a moment, reaching up and tapping two points into Perception and one into Reflexes.
“Ah, going down the agile attacker route?” she asked with a wide grin.
“I just want to be faster,” I said with a shrug.
“Well, whatever you think is best,” she said, giving me a little bow. “Anything else?”
Sitting down and pulling out a water bottle, I nodded, “yeah actually.”
“Ask away then,” she said excitedly.
“Is this actually you? Like, is what I’m talking to you, the Rosemary that Loric knew, or are you just like, I don’t know, a replica of her?”
She laughed a bit, sitting down in front of me, “it’s the real me. It’s strange, as my Wandering Ego was created when I got my Ego, so it’s me all the way. And since neither Loric or I have ever added another Wandering Ego to Soul Enhancement, I’ve been able to retain my mind and soul.”
“Isn’t it bad though?” I asked, getting her to raise an eyebrow. “I mean, you’re trapped inside of me. Wouldn’t you rather be free? Or something?”
Rosemary just smiled at me, “in the beginning, I hated it, but being bound to Loric kept me going. Then after he received that fatal injury, I told him I was done. I wanted to die with him, to let me fade away with him. But he convinced me to go to Bronwyn, saying he couldn’t lose me like that. Well, that was the plan till you grabbed my physical Ego form and I felt something inside of you that reminded me of Loric. And now here we are.”
“You’re going to regret bounding with me, trust me,” I chuckled, wiping my face.
“I won’t,” she said with a smile. “Despite everything you are, I’m growing more and more fond of you.”
“So you’re dumb like me,” I asked, causing her to roll her eyes. “I guess we will get along in that case.”
“Can I offer some advice?” she asked, getting a careful nod from me. “In the time I’ve been with you, you’ve made a LOT of mistakes. And most of them could be avoided if you fix how you handle others.”
I scowled at her, “what’s that supposed to mean?”
She held up a hand, “calm down, you’re about to fly off the handle, again. Take your parents for example; they trust you and you’re hiding everything from them.”
“Because they won't understand and will try and stop me,” I grumbled, standing up.
“Are you sure? Your mother, Scamp, sounds like she can be reasonable. If you explain it carefully, she’ll understand.”
“I ain’t risking it,” I said, moving away from her. I wasn’t here to get lectured about my attitude and how I conduct myself.
“This course of action will only hurt you in the future,” she warned, but I just waved her off, flipping my Pit Vipers down and heading for the clearing where all my stuff was.
Welp, there goes my somewhat good mood. Again.
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“More,” I muttered as Greg rolled up to my booth, seeing the eight empty plates and the many cans of soda piled up on my table.
“Everything alright, Shay-Shay?” he asked as he took a few of the plates from the table. “You usually only eat like this when you’re upset.”
“Just hungry,” I said as I grabbed a fresh soda and popped it open, chugging it all in one go.
“Want me to get Dude? He’s probably somewhere around here,” he asked, looking around.
“Yeah, if you can find him,” I said, laying my head down on the table. “More food, please.”
“On it, kiddo,” he said, wheeling away from my booth.
“I’m sorry if I… stepped over a line,” Rosemary said from her seat across the table.
I raised my head to look at her. She had a regretful look on her face, causing me to feel bad for how I reacted to her advice earlier. “It’s… alright. You’re probably right to be honest, I might need to… work on my approach to others.”
She smiled at me, “that’s wonderful! The first step to getting better is-”
“Hello, Shayla!” Kal said as he suddenly appeared, sliding into my booth and right through Rosemary, causing her to disappear.
I growled at him, as that was one of the rare moments I felt like opening up to someone. “What do you want?!” I snapped, catching him off guard.
“... I’m sorry, is this a bad time?” he asked, smiling awkwardly.
“Yep,” I said as I opened another soda, glaring at him.
“Ah, I apologize then,” he said as he slid out of the booth. “I’m just here to tell you we are ready to go.”
“Are you?” I asked, frowning. Then a little menu popped up next to him. It read ‘Quest Updated: Prepare to head to Eris!’. Great, thanks Ego. “Fine, when do you want to go?”
A wide smile flashed onto his face, “two hours from now. Meet me at my mansion.”
“‘Kay,” I said with a thumbs up.
He started to leave, but then spun around, “one more thing; you’ll have to leave your Dimensional Key here.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, “why?”
“Because if you take them into this dimension, there’s a chance they’ll be taken from you by the God of this world. Only my method is safe for us,” he said, holding up a strange device.
‘Is that true?’ I thought to Rosemary.
“I wouldn’t trust him,” she said, leaning on the booth next to him. “However, yes, there are a rare few dimensions out there that can only be accessed in special ways. And bringing Dimensional Daggers into them could be disastrous. But I still wouldn’t trust him.”
‘Valid point,’ I thought, glaring at him.
“I’ll bring it anyways,” I said, giving him a sly smirk.
He frowned, but said no more as he gave a bow and left.
“Thank you, for listening to me,” she said, jumping over the booth and returning to her seat.
“Said I’d try to get better,” I said, offering a smile. “Guess I’ll start by listening to you.”
“Good first step,” she said with a wink.
I continued to smile at her as I saw Dude walking towards me, a few plates of food held around him in his magic.
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“Star Chaser,” Kal said loudly as he stepped into his mansion. It didn’t take long for a boom to be heard and Champion to arrive at his side.
“Sir?” the costumed stallion asked.
“I have a job for you,” Kal said as he moved towards his office.
“Say it and it’s done,” he said confidently.
Kal stopped at the door, turning his head to Champion. “Shayla will try to take her Dimensional Dagger with her to Eris. I need you to snatch it and plant it on one of her friends.”
“Plant it on one of her friends?” Champion asked, frowning. “Why not just keep it?”
“The dagger she has is an Enforcer’s Dimensional Dagger. If someone steals it from the owner, it’ll return to them after three seconds. So we need to leave it with one of her friends, since it’ll recognize them,” Kal said as he pushed open his door. “So, can you do it?”
“I only need a second,” Champion said confidently.
“Good. Wait till we’re about to leave, then take it,” Kal said as he walked into the room. “We have two hours, go make sure she doesn’t do anything… stupid.”
“Yes, sir,” Champion said as he bowed and walked for the front door.
Kal closed his door and smiled. It was all going as he knew it would.
Made a quick video showcasing a few chapters and their themes.
https://youtu.be/ZczNAtiUm38
I suggest watching all of Lance’s at 16:05
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 14
I checked over my bags one last time, making sure I had everything I thought I’d need. There wasn’t much, since I didn’t plan to be gone more than a few hours, so there was no need to go all out.
Mostly, I was just bringing the basics; snacks, a few iron supplements, Dimensional Dagger, Cellphone, two water bottles, one water bottle with iron supplements, and the Watcher’s Vial.
The bare minimum, which would be plenty. Honestly probably don’t even need any of this stuff, but my mother has taught me to always be prepared.
I slipped the bags onto my flank and strapped them down.
Once I was ready I opened my door and carefully trotted down the hallway, hoping I could avoid my parent’s. The last thing I wanted to do was explain myself to them.
Luckily I found them passed out on the couch together, a movie’s credits playing on the TV. Perfect.
Moving silently, I slithered through the room and out the front door, closing it with my tail. Now that I was home free I took to the sky.
I had one quick stop before I went to the mansion.
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Domitor stood in his room, staring at his things he had laid out. He didn’t have much, so he packed light. Just a single short bladed sword with a handle that attached to his hoof, binoculars, and drawing supplies.
He’d packed more, but his father had cleared his room out so much that he didn’t really much of anything anymore. But he’d gotten used to it, plus it helped him stay focused, which is what his father always wanted.
Once everything was packed away, and sword attached to his side, he moved for his door and headed for the main lobby of the mansion.
Everyone who was going with them was there and waiting. Half of the group was staying here, and half was going with them. Only Hester, Lemon Tape, Ulystee, Ponpuffle, and Kal were going. While Psalm, Tiff, and Champion were staying.
Jerry quickly scampered across the floor and climbed up his leg, finding his place on Domitor’s back.
Looks like Jerry was coming along as well.
He wished his mother was coming with them, but his father made it clear she wasn’t to come with them. The reason why wasn’t clear to Domitor, as his father usually drags her around everywhere due to her Ego.
At least Jerry would be there, seeing as he was somehow the closest thing he had to a friend.
“Final checks,” Kal announced, seeming very eager to get things underway. “She’ll be here shortly.”
Everyone but Domitor opened their pocket dimensions and began to shuffle through them.
“Before we go through the Q&A with whatever guardian is watching over the dimension, I want everyone to apply their charms against omniscient. I don’t want our cover blown before my goals are achieved,” he said as he stared at each of them in turn.
Domitor felt singled out as his father held his gaze on him, eyes slowly narrowing. So he held up his charm and tapped it to his head, casting it on himself..
Kal gave a sharp nod and walked over to Champion and began to speak with him in a low tone.
Looking around at everyone, Domitor felt nervous. He’d never gotten along with any of them, yet he was about to embark on an adventure into a hostile dimension with them. Would they finally start treating him with some form of respect? Was he finally going to be accepted into their ranks as one of them?
“Don’t screw us over, Domitor,” Lemon Tape suddenly said, almost like he could sense the hope in the young stallion. “I’d hate to have to put you down.”
“I’ll try not to…” Domitor muttered, getting a laugh out of the cruel stallion.
He backed up and stood at the edge of the group, not feeling like socializing with any of them anymore.
Jerry shifted on his back and gave the back of his head a nudge, almost in a reassuring way.
“Thanks, Jerry,” he muttered, watching everyone laugh amongst themselves.
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“This is incredibly stupid and irresponsible,” Roxxy protested as she and my friends stood around me.
“You need to bring us with you,” Flippy Dew insisted.
“Yeah, going alone is… exactly what you shouldn’t do!” Nightstreak added.
“Guys,” I said with a laugh and waving my hand at them, “you’re thinking to hard on this. It’s a simple go in, drop him off, explore a bit, then come home. Easy peasy.”
Dude scoffed, “nothing is ever easy with you, Shayla! At least take Roxxy with you.”
“Nah,” I responded, much to their annoyance. “There’s no point. I don’t plan to stay there long, and once I get back I want us to finally go to the Eternal Plains.”
“Shayla,” Summer Breeze groaned.
“What?” I asked, giving them my signature smile, “I got this. Stop worrying about me so much.”
Roxxy sat down on the ground and rubbed her face, “when will you learn to listen to your friends?”
I wink at her, “when I stop being right all the time.”
“Oh sweet fuck,” Dude grumbled, also falling to his flank. “Why’d we choose her as the leader?”
“Because I’m the most badass and charming member of Phantasm Troupe,” I replied, giving my mane a little toss.
My friends just grimaced at me, clearly not a fan of my choice to go in alone. But there was no point in taking them, I didn’t plan to stay there long.
Staring at my friends, I gave them a reassuring smile. “Trust me, I got this.”
This caused the rest of them to sit down, shaking their heads at me.
Rosemary appeared behind them, looking them over. “I think you should bring one of them along at least. Having a friend with you makes everything easier.”
‘I don’t want to put them at risk,’ I admitted to her. I’d never say that to them, since I didn’t want them to worry.
“Still…” she muttered, then raised an eyebrow. “Are those two a couple?”
I blinked at her and looked at who she was staring at, a smirk forming on my face. ‘Yeah, but they aren’t ‘official’ and think no one notices. Stupid love birds.’
“Interesting,” she commented, fading away.
“What are you smirking at?” Nightstreak asked as I was staring at him. I just kept smirking at them, an eyebrow raising slightly.
“Okay you’re starting to creep even me out,” Dude said as he stood next to Nightstreak.
Finally, I stuck my tongue out at them and went back to my normal self. “Anyways! Just hang around, I’ll be back shortly.”
“Shayla, please take Roxxy or someone,” Flippy Dew begged.
But I just gave her finger guns, flipped down my Pit Vipers and flipped backwards into the air, zooming off towards the mansion.
“She’s an idiot,” I heard Roxxy groan as I flew away.
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“Ah, the guest of honor!” Kal exclaimed happily as I pushed open the doors to find him and a few of his cronies standing there, looking ready to go.
I narrowed my eyes, his wide smile making me feel a bit uneasy. “Let’s get this shit over with. I have things I need to do today.”
“Of course, this won’t take long!” he assured me, waving for me to come forward.
As I walked forward, I swear I saw Champion vibrate, like he seemed to move slightly. But I couldn’t be sure, probably just him being weird, as usual.
“So what do I need to do to get…” I started, but stopped when I saw Domitor in the corner, sulking as he glared at me. “What the fuck is he doing here?”
“He’s coming with us,” Kal said, then quickly added as I started to growl, “but he won’t be coming back here, so you won’t have to deal with him anymore.”
This at least satisfied me, as not seeing him again sounded wonderful to me. “Fine, just keep him away from me.”
“Consider it done,” Kal said, waving his hoof at Domitor, who sneered, but nodded.
“Good,” I said, looking back to Kal. “What do I need to do?”
He pulled out a Dimensional Key with a strange design on it and held it out to me, “it’s simple. Take this key and make an unlocking motion while thinking about the place you want to go. Can you do that?”
“That’s child's play,” I said as I snatched the key from him. “So what? Just think about going to Eris and it’ll just take us there?”
“Yes,” he confirmed as he gave me a little charm. “However, it is rumored we’ll be stopped by the guardian of that dimension. So cast this on yourself so they won’t be able to affect your mind or memory, and just be honest with them and we’ll be fine.”
“So just tell them I’m taking you there to get a Thorn?” I said with a raised eyebrow, tapping the charm against my head, causing it to disappear. “Will they like that?”
He just nodded, “yes. Let me do most of the talking.”
“Fine by me,” I said as I looked at the key. “I guess here we go.”
“Here we go,” Kal said, his body shaking in excitement.
I raised the key and stabbed it forward, making an unlocking motion while thinking about the Eris my mom had told me about. At first, nothing happened, causing Kal to start sweating. Then, with an explosion of hot air, a portal ripped open in front of us violently. A strange and ominous feeling swept over me, causing me to take a step back.
“Well, without delay,” Kal said as he waved for me to walk in. “You have to go first or it’ll reject us.”
Frowning, I stepped forward, stepping through the portal and into a colorful void. The others filed in behind me, the portal snapping shut right behind us.
“Uh…” I muttered, looking around. “Is this the right place?”
“It is,” Kal assured. “Just wait.”
Before I could ask what we were waiting for, a strange being appeared before me, as in, right in front of my face.
“Hmm, whatcha little creatures up too? Tryin’ to sneak into our little dimension?” the thing said as I jumped back, taking it all in. It was a very colorful looking scarecrow creature with a wide smiling face plastered on it.
“Erm…” I started, but found myself at a loss for words as the masked scarecrow stared mostly at me. At least, I think it was staring at me.
The scarecrow slid closer to me, looking me over. “A Kejtdra mixed with a pony? Who’s your parent’s, hon?”
I looked to Kal, who nodded for me to answer. “Um… Scamp and Mallogory Beltosh.”
“Ah! Little Mallo found her way out there in the wide open world, and even found herself a mate! How wonderful!” The scarecrow exclaimed, causing me to raise an eyebrow.
“My mom never told me about you… and she told me alot about Eris,” I commented, getting a giggle out of the scarecrow.
“Well of course she wouldn’t remember me, that’s the way this works, hon,” she said, then looked to the others. “And y’all? What’s your story?”
“We’re the companions of Ms. Beltosh there,” Kal said in his charming voice. “She’s bringing us along to visit her world.”
The scarecrow looked back to me, seeming to judge me. “Why, hon?”
“He lost his Ego,” I said, being truthful and pointing to Kal. “And wants to get a Thorn to replace it.”
This answer caused an eyebrow to raise on the scarecrow. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” Kal confirmed, then gestured to one of his followers. “I do have an offering though.”
“Hon, I don’t take offerings,” she laughed, her clothes rippling in an unfelt wind.
“This is Ponpuffle,” Kal continued anyways, “her talent is recording and memorizing the world around her. She is known as a Loremaster on the Eternal Plains, and has an untold amount of stories to tell.”
This seemed to pique the scarecrow's interest, “a Loremaster? I’ve never heard of such a thing! How varied are the stories you have, Miss Loremaster?”
The mare in question stepped forward and replied in a monotone voice, “I have all kinds of stories stored in my mind. It would take years to tell even a fraction of them.”
“My offer is to leave her with you till we’re ready to leave, so she can swap stories with you,” Kal said, smiling happily at the scarecrow.
“Hmmm,” the scarecrow muttered, seeming to consider this. “It’ll take a week for enough Sucro to accumulate in your bodies to gain a Thorn, are you willing to stay here that long, Miss Loremaster?”
“I’m willing to stay as long as you have stories to tell,” Ponpuffle replied calmly.
“Then welcome to our little dimension!” the scarecrow exclaimed. “Don’t do anything extraordinary though, hate to see the Bossman kick you out.”
“Thank you, Miss…” Kal began, bowing to the scarecrow.
“Vivi,” it said happily. “But you won’t remember any of this interaction once you leave this place.”
“Ah, well then it was a pleasure, Ms. Vivi,” he said, bowing lower.
Vivi just giggled as she bounced over to Ponpuffle, “you and I will engage in a nice little conversation, and if you grace me with some thrilling stories, I’ll even let you keep your memories of this interaction.”
“Wonderful,” the mare said with a lazy smile. “Shall we?”
“We shall!” Vivi exclaimed as she flashed, causing all of us to start to fade away.
A few moments later, we found ourselves in a forest of some kind. But not a normal forest, more like we had shrunk down and were now among grass and other kinds of ground debris. Above us sat a bright sun, glaring down on us.
“Alright, gather around,” Kal said, followed by everyone walking up to him. “Not you two,” he said, as I and Domitor began to walk towards him. “You’re already in your base forms.”
I raised an eyebrow, assuming he and the others were about to turn back into their cat forms.
Kal pulled out an item and threw it on the ground between all of them. With a flash, all of them changed from their ponies forms and into completely different ones.
This shocked me a bit, as they were not in their cat forms, but were all humans, except for the one known as Hester, who appeared to be some kind of slender demon creature.
With a sigh of relief, Kal stood there, fixing his clothes, “it has been so LONG since I’ve been in my normal skin!”
“I don’t know, I kinda enjoyed the pony body,” Lemon Tape laughed, flexing his arms and muscles. He looked just as creepy in his human form as he did as a pony. No wonder my mother hates his guts.
With a flip, Kal put on his hat and pulled it down low, his intense and insane eyes locked on me. The others turned to face me, smirking.
I did not like the looks I was getting from him and his little group.
“Wait a minute…” Rosemary muttered as she appeared between us, looking a bit startled as she examined them. “Oh no…”
“Domitor, put Jerry down,” Kal said as he held the little item up again.
Domitor looked a bit unsure as he lifted the small gator off of his back and placed it on the ground. It then ran right at me and stopped a few feet ahead of me, staring at me with wide eyes.
Creepy little fuck…
"Shayla, run," Rosemary said carefully, eyes locked on Kal.
With a smirk, Kal tossed the device near Jerry, causing him to flash and grow into his normal form.
My eyes went wide, as something inside of me clicked.
“Oh my God!” Rosemary yelled, falling back and scooting away quickly, even though she couldn't be seen.
I stared up at the creature before me, my eyes wide as I took a step back.
“Hello, daughter of Scamp,” the creature said with a wide toothy grin.
“Oh fuck…” I gasped out, unable to properly react as I stumbled and fell on my ass.
The others laughed, except Domitor, who looked just as shocked as me.
"Leem?!" Rosemary screamed.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 15
Quest Complete! 2 skill points awarded!
My mind was completely reeling as I stared up in shock at the massive reptile creature above me, his eyes locked onto mine. Behind him I could hear Rosemary screaming for me to run, but I couldn’t move.
She appeared next to me, waving a hand in front of my face, “Move! Shayla GO!”
“Don’t move,” Kal laughed as he walked over to us and patted Leem’s shoulder. “Not now.”
“I can wait,” Leem said with a sinister smirk.
“Kal, why can’t-” Lemon Tape began to say, but Kal sliced his hand through the air.
“Drop the aliases, Lenrick,” he snapped.
“Sorry, Lorenzo,” Lenrick said as he looked at me, a grin on his face. “Why can’t we just do her in now? Quick stab and go?”
“Because where’s the fun in that?” he asked, stepping over and crouching down to me.
I narrowed my eyes as he stared at me with those insane eyes, “What the fuck is this?!”
But he just kept smiling at me, which pissed me off further. I climbed to all fours and sneered at him, “I said, what the-”
“Shut up,” he said in a way that caused me to lose the will to continue my sentence. “That’s better,” he said, standing up and reaching into his pocket dimension, leaving his hand in it as he looked at me. “I’ve put up with you for quite a while, letting you think you were manipulating me.” He pulled out what looked to be a camera and tossed it to Lenrick.
The other man smiled as he turned it on me, filming us.
“Shayla, you need to move,” Rosemary said from right next to my head.
I took a step back, but his stare intensified, “DO NOT MOVE!”
The intensity in his voice seemed to stun lock me.
“Now look at the camera,” he said in a sinister tone.
I did not do as he asked, keeping my glare on him as he reached back into his pocket dimension, leaving his hand in there again.
“Father, what are we-” Domitor began to say, but a glare from Lorenzo stopped him and caused him to back up a few feet.
“Now,” Lorenzo said, waving for Lenrick to move around for a better angle, “do one thing for me.”
“Fuck off,” I growled, getting ready to book it, just as soon as my legs stopped shaking.
“Yeah, just like that,” Lenrick muttered, keeping the camera on me, an aroused look on his face.
“Just one thing,” Lorenzo said with a wide smile as he began to pull his hand out of his pocket dimension. “Tell mommy Scamp you love her.”
“You’re a fucking-”
Four gunshots filled the air as I stumbled back, eyes wide. My head hurt as the last one had snapped my head back roughly. But I stayed up as I saw Rosemary screaming something, waving her hands for me to run.
So, I did. I spun around and took off running, my legs shaking and causing me to stumble. So I flared my wings and took to the air, only for a fifth gunshot to be heard. My right wing went limp as I crashed right back into the ground, my hearing still not fully back yet.
Something rushed through me, getting me to push myself back up and take off running as fast as I could.
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“Cut filming,” Lorenzo growled as he raised the gun and shot again, snapping the fleeing mare’s wing at the base.
To his annoyance he saw her get back up and keep running.
He growled as he turned and pointed after her, “Lenrick, go after her and finish her.” Then he turned to Domitor, “Want to be one of us? Then go help kill her, now!”
Domitor was at a loss after seeing the events that had just unfolded, but at his father ordering him to go after her, he knew he’d have to do so. The promise of finally being accepted to tempting to give up.
“Gladly!” Lenrick laughed, taking off after the fleeing mare.
Domitor was a bit slower to give chase, but at his father’s glare, he gave a nod and ran after Lenrick.
“Did her skull just deflect a Ego bullet?” Rendrik , formerly Ulystee, asked with a frown.
“It did,” Lorenzo said with a scowl. “She’s got Ego inside of her. Which means she more than likely has Loric’s Wandering Ego in her as well.”
“I can go kill her,” Leem said, seeming very eager.
“No, you will be allowed to kill Scamp and her wife, but only after we show them footage of us murdering their brat,” Lorenzo said, pulling out a belt and holster setup and putting it on. “I want that pest to suffer for all she put me through,” he growled, rubbing his throat at the memory.
Leem licked his lips, frowning, “I prefer the simpler just kill them method, I’m not a fan of all this theatrics.”
“You will do as I say,” Lorenzo warned. “This will be much more satisfying for both of us.”
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“Keep going, come on!” Rosemary yelled to me as I kept pushing myself to move forward, taking as many turns and paths as I could. I could hear someone chasing me, but I couldn’t look back for fear of tripping.
“Go right!” she yelled from ahead, waving her hands for a path on the right.
Listening to her I swerved right, galloping down a path and into a ditch.
“Left!”
I sprang left, running down the ditch as fast as I could.
“Up this log!” she exclaimed as she stood on a log.
Doing as I was told, I ran up the log and found myself near a clearing.
“Left, stay at the edge of the clearing!”
My lungs wanted to give up, but I pushed myself to keep running, my head and ears pounding painfully.
“Up ahead, there’s some kind of hole in the ground!” she yelled, pointing to a spot on the ground.
With everything I had left I ran and jumped forward, landed into a hole filled with dead foliage.
“Cover yourself, come on!”
I groaned in pain as I struggled to pull the foliage over myself, completely covering myself.
“Now quiet! They’re coming,” she said, standing above me and staring in the direction we’d been running from.
After a few moments of silence, I heard the sounds of two others chasing after me. Luckily, they ran right past my hiding spot, heading further down.
“Who was it,” I croaked out, not meaning to talk out loud.
“Shh!” she hissed, watching them leave. “It was the one named Lenrick and Domitor.”
“Pricks,” I groaned, curling up into a ball as the pain finally started to push me over the edge.
“Okay, don’t give up and pass out, Shayla,” Rosemary said as she laid down on the edge of the hole and stared down at me, seeming to examine me. “Just as I feared, he used a firearm with Ego bullets.”
“Great,” I coughed out.
“Left lung is punctured,” she said with a grimace. “One bullet went through your neck but missed everything, thankfully, and two others are lodged in you right now. They seemed to have hit your Ego enforced bones, one hit your lung and the other is right next to your heart. The other seems to have dented your face plate, right above your right eye, but no real damage done.”
“My wing?”
“The bullet dislocated it, so it’ll be an easy fix,” she reassured me.
I began to cough violently, spitting up a good amount of blood. Great, I’m going to die.
“You’re not going to die,” she said as she looked at me with panicked eyes. “We just have to try and close the wounds with your Ego.”
“I can’t use my Ego,” I grumbled, everything starting to feel faint. My body was starting to not hurt as much as well. That really can’t be good for me.
“I know, but I’m going to try and show you how to close a wound!” she said in a almost desperate voice.
“Go for it,” I muttered weakly. “Ya got… a minute before I take a nap.”
“Okay, focus on your left lung!”
I tried to do as she asked, but I couldn’t quite focus on it. My mind kept reeling with all the events that had just happened.
“Focus, Shayla!”
“I have ADHD!” I yelled out, causing her to try and shush me again. “I can’t focus right now!”
“Shayla, please, be-” her head snapped up. “Someone's coming.”
“Oh well,” I muttered, letting myself slump in my hole.
“Don’t give up, damn it!” she yelled as someone appeared over her, staring down at me.
The foliage was swept away from me, followed by me using everything I had left in me to lurch upward, my claws ready to strike. But all I achieved was springing upward and collapsing at the mouth of the hole.
“What in the world are you?!” someone exclaimed.
With the last of my energy, I raised my head to the blurry figure and raised my hand, shakily flipping them off. Then everything felt like it was floating away from me as I went limp.
Huh… dying feels just like I remember it…
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“We lost her!” Lenrick hissed, slamming a fist into a stone next to him, cracking it down the middle.
Domitor stood silently behind the man, awkwardly watching him.
“You distracted me, you brat,” he growled, throwing the blame right onto Domitor’s shoulders.
“I… did not,” the stallion said slowly, watching as the man turned to face him, a sword appearing at his side.
“If we do not find her, Lorenzo will kill both of us.”
“My father won’t-”
“Shut up, kid. We’re not playing ponies anymore, this is the real world. This isn’t a game anymore. Lorenzo is-” he was interrupted by some kind of creature slamming into him, tackling him to the ground.
Domitor jumped back in horror as the muscled creature roared and tried to get at the man beneath it. The creature looked like a male Kejtdra, like Mallogory, but had red fangs and crazy eyes. Its body looked wrong, with bulging muscles and sagging skin.
It’s mouth snapped down at Lenrick as he used his sheathed sword to hold the creature back, but just barely.
Another one came around the rock behind them, and began to stalk towards Domitor.
He stared at the sight before him, his eyes wide as this was the first time he’d ever faced a real threat.
The creature moving towards him roared and flexed its body, causing broken bones to extend out of its body, forming blades.
As it stalked towards him, watching his movements, the young stallion composed himself. His eyes locked with the creatures and his hoof shot to his side and gripped the blade, attaching it to his hoof.
Now ready to attack, the creature lunged towards him.
Domitor flicked his hoof to the left and shot his tendril into the ground, dodging out of the way just as it reached him. Then in one fluid motion, he attached the tendril to the back of the creature and shot over, slamming the blade into its neck. He snapped his hoof over and attached it to the other creature attacking Lenrick.
Pulling himself towards the struggling pair, he twisted his blade hard, cutting the head from the creature he was on and zoomed towards the next one. He flung past it, his blade flashing across its head, splitting it down the middle at the ears.
He hit the ground and slid across it on all fours, turning to face Lenrick as he held up the now dead creature.
Lenrick stared at him with wide eyes as he shoved the creature off of himself and stood up. “What was that, kid?!”
Domitor just blinked at him, smiling sheepishly, “I uh… I’ve been training… a lot…”
“Shit, that was impressive!” Lenrick said as he walked over and slapped his back. “Keep that up and I might actually start to like you!”
This brought a smile to Domitor’s face as Lenrick looked around, frowning.
“We still need to find her, otherwise we’re both dead,” he said, waving for Domitor to follow him. “Come on, kid, let’s get this bitch.”
A feeling of warmth ran through his body, as this marks the first time any of them had not talked down to him. “Coming!” he yelled as he ran after the man.
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A few hours later
“Ah shit,” I moaned as I rolled over onto my side, followed by a rough coughing fit as I felt a bit of pressure on my lungs.
“Shayla, do not panic,” Rosemary said from next to me. “You were saved by an old Kejtdra who was able to stop the bleeding and repair some of the damage with what I think was a Thorn.”
Looking around, I found that I was in some kind of bedroom, a very nice and tidy bedroom at that. There wasn’t much to speak of, just a few portraits on the walls and a chair in the corner. Next to me was a medical tray covered in my honey colored blood. Nice.
Sitting up, I winced, feeling a stinging pain in my chest. But I pushed through it as I climbed out of bed and trotted towards the door, holding a hand to my chest as I walked. Upon pushing the door open, I found myself in a nice looking living room.
“You shouldn’t be up,” someone said from across the room.
Glancing over I saw that it was indeed an older male Kejtdra, a rifle of some kind laying across his lap.
“What’s the gun for?” I asked cautiously, getting ready to dash away if needed.
“Precautions,” he replied, gesturing to a chair on the other side of a coffee table form him. “Take a seat.”
“Think I’ll stand,” I replied evenly.
“Suit yourself,” he said as he adjusted the rifle so it was easier to raise and fire. “Mind telling me what I just witnessed?”
“What’d you see?” I asked carefully.
“You and those other creatures appearing out of nowhere and then one of them gunned you down like a rabid animal,” he said, revealing he knew of what happened to me.
“That’s basically it,” I said with a shrug. “I got tricked and betrayed, nothing much to it.”
“What are you?” he asked next, moving right along with the questions.
“Erm,” I muttered, not actually sure how to answer that. “Part pony part Kejtdra?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
I scowled at him, narrowing my eyes, “What is this, old man? Twenty questions?”
“Just making sure I didn’t save a monster,” he deadpanned, keeping the gun level with the floor under me. “So you’re telling me you’re a hybrid? Of a pony and a Kejtdra? How’d your parents make that happen?”
“They did the deed?” I said crudely, then rolled my eyes. “I dunno, they used magic or some shit. Why’s it matter?”
He eyed me hard, then laughed, lowering the gun, “lady, I wouldn’t tell anyone that. Hybrid’s are rare here, and require literal divine intervention to happen. If you tell the wrong person you were made with magic, they’ll probably do something rash with you. Lot of religious folk around here.”
“Duly noted,” I said with a frown. “Why’d you even save me?”
“Believe it or not, because it’s the right thing to do,” he said, placing the rifle down next to him and sitting back. “Lucky you. You'd've died within a few minutes if I hadn't shown up when I did.”
“I guess thank you,” I muttered, walking over and finally taking the seat ahead of him.
“Now, mind telling me what you’re doing here? Because I can clearly tell you’re not from around here,” he said, leaning back and cupping his hands over his stomach.
“Like I said, got tricked,” I repeated, leaning back and propping my head up with a hand. “I was supposed to bring some people here and then do whatever I want, then head home. But now I’m trapped here.”
“I see,” he said, looking me over. “What about that body of yours? I could barely make any cuts in you to get to those bullets.”
“Got Ego covering my bones and nerves,” I said casually, getting a raised eyebrow from him. “You know, Ego? The Soul? Gives you all kinds of cool powers and shit?”
“Lady,” he said, chuckling, “I do not know what you’re talking about. What you’re describing sounds like a Thorn, but those are very rare.”
“This isn’t a Thorn,” I said with a touch of annoyance. “I got something called Egonetics, and it makes my body super tough, at least my nerves and bones. At least till I get some sweet upgrades.”
“I’m barely understanding a word you’re saying now, lady,” he laughed. “But okay, you have something in you that’s hard to cut through, got that. That explains why I couldn’t just cut down to the bullets and had to dig around so much.”
“Thanks by the way, for saving me,” I forced out, not used to thanking others.
He just waved me off, “it was the decent thing to do.” Then he leaned forward, smiling. “Now, what of that name of yours?”
I wasn’t sure if I should tell him my name, felt wrong since I didn’t know him.
“I believe we can trust him,” Rosemary said from my side.
“Shayla Beltosh,” I answered, getting a nod from him.
“Beltosh, that’s a vaguely familiar name,” he said, looking to search his mind. “Ah, yes, they own the little firearms workshop over in Frokinko, the city inside that giant tree you can see in the distance.”
Looking out the window to my right, I indeed saw a massive tree far in the distance. I forgot we were shrunk down here.
“Wait,” I said, looking back to him, “My mom’s family is there?”
“If it’s the same Beltosh’s, then yep. I’m actually heading into the city tomorrow if you want to tag along,” he said with a warm smile.
“Nah, I’ll fly there,” I said as I flexed my wings.
“I’d advise against that,” he said, pointing to a painting on the wall. It depicted a massive bird attacking a train car with a few Kejtdra shooting at it. “We got massive avians that fly around and will snatch anything out of the sky they see.”
“That’s dumb,” I grumbled, pulling my wings back into myself.
“Besides, you need to rest a night. The wounds you have will need two more sessions with my Thorn before you’re back to normal,” he said, holding up his right hand to reveal a glowing hole in it, just like my mom’s.
“You have a Thorn?”
He chuckled and nodded, “I do. It’s not an amazing one, but it gets the job done. I’m able to heal most wounds, but nowadays it takes a few sessions before I can fix the problem.”
“Fine,” I said reluctantly, sitting down. “I’ll wait around till tomorrow, but only because I need to get healed.”
“Of course,” he said as he stood up. “You hungry?”
“Starving! What you got?” I asked, mouth starting to water.
My actions seemed to amuse him as he moved for the doorway to a kitchen. “By the way,” he said as he reached the door, glancing back at me, “name’s Raffy Gerges by the by.”
“Raffy’s a funny name,” I commented, getting a smile out of him.
“Guess it is,” he said, moving into the kitchen. “Hope you like meat.”
“Love it!” I yelled after him.
Now that I was alone, I sat back, rubbing my chest as I examined it more closely. I had three bullet wounds that were now just scars, two on the chest and one on my neck.
I was so lucky back there…
“Incredibly lucky,” Rosemary said as she flopped down on a couch. “It’s my fault.”
“Nah, it’s my fault, I didn’t approach this situation very well,” I admitted, sighing loudly.
“No, I recognized Lorenzo the moment he swapped his forms, but I was too shocked to react properly. Then seeing Leem again…” she said, wrapping her arms around herself.
“Is Leem the one who…”
“Yeah, it was both him and Lorenzo. Lorenzo is the one who really killed me, but Leem is the one who ate half of me…”
“Geez,” I muttered, shuddering at the thought. “My mother spoke a bit about Leem… but they were sure he and Lorenzo were dealt with.”
“Apparently not,” she deadpanned.
“Yeah, apparently not,” I mumbled, leaning back and staring at the ceiling.
Now what?
New Quest! 'Rank C: Travel to Frokinko!'
... thanks, Ego.
Going to post this again, since the old video seemed to have messed up when I first uploaded it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZczNAtiUm38&ab_channel=DJDisrupt
Skip to 16:05 if you just want to watch something funny.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 16
Domitor and Lenrick continued down the road they’d found, heading for what appeared to be a massive tree in the distance. It was almost night time, with that weird skull moon thing starting to peak over the mountains in the distance.
“We need to find shelter for the night,” Lenrick said, a dark look on his face. “Lorenzo has done a lot of research on this dimension, and at night those things we fought are much more active. Plus other threats.”
“Okay,” the stallion said, looking around. “How will we find shelter?”
Lenrick chuckled, pointing to a dirt path up ahead that had a few warnings posted on it. “Simple, we walk up to someone's house and ‘ask’ to stay the night.”
“Ah,” Domitor said, nodding slowly.
The pair made their way down the pathway, which led to a large house with rocks surrounding it, pressed up against the outside of the building on all sides. Only the front was visible as they approached.
“Quaint little house,” Lenrick chuckled.
As they approached the front porch, a large mean looking Kejtdra male stepped out, a large rifle held in his claws.
“Stop right there!” he bellowed, pointing the gun right at the pair, causing them to come to a stop.
“All yours kid,” Lenrick said with a smirk.
Domitor frowned, but cleared his throat, “Um, we-”
“Did you not read the MANY signs?! Trespassers will be shot on sight!” he yelled, pointing the gun at Domitor.
“We did, but it’s almost night time and-”
“And? And nothing! Should have thought of that before traveling this late!” he then narrowed his eyes, “what are you two supposed to be?”
“My good sir,” Lenrick said, taking a few steps forward.
“Stop!” the Kejtdra yelled, but Lenrick kept slowly walking forward.
“We only require a single nights rest, surely you can-”
The angry Kejtdra fired his gun, sending a small ball of energy into the ground right in front of Lenrick.
“That was a warning!” he yelled. “Leave, now!”
“That bullet traveled pretty slow compared to what I’m use to,” Lenrick said with a smirk as his hand grabbed the hilt of his sword.
“Don’t do it,” the Kejtdra warned, raising the gun to level it with the man.
But Lenrick just kept walking forward. Another gunshot rang out as he fired a shot for Lenrick’s chest. In one quick motion, his sword flashed and deflected the pink ball of energy, and he dashed forward.
The Kejtdra began to fire quickly, clearly panicking as Lenrick closed the distance, dodging and deflecting any shots that came at him.
As he neared, he sprang into the air and landed next to the Kejtdra, crouching down next to him with his sword now embedded into the ground behind the rifle wielding man.
The large Kejtdra stood there, wide eyed as he let out a cough and fell to the ground, coming apart at the chest from where Lenrick’s sword sliced through him.
“They always die so easily,” Lenrick commented as he stood up and wiped his sword off on the dead Kejtdra’s shirt. “Come on, Dom, let’s clear the house.”
Domitor walked up, frowning at the dead man. “Did we have to kill him?”
“If it makes you feel better,” Lenrick chuckled, “then it was self defense. He fired first, so I acted appropriately.”
“I guess so,” he muttered.
With a grunt, the man kicked the door open and stepped inside, “Now, let’s check out our new digs.”
The two stepped into the house, taking everything in.
“Uh oh, our friend out there had a family,” Lenrick said, nodding to a portrait by the front door of a solemn looking family, with the parents and three kids. “You take the upstairs, I’ll clear the first floor.”
“What do I do if I find them?” Domitor asked hesitantly.
“What do you think, kid?” he laughed, walking for what looked to be a messy living room.
Reluctantly, he walked upstairs, his sword shaking a bit in his hoof as he walked on his hindlegs.
The first two rooms yielded no results, thankfully, which just left three more doors to check. The next one was a bathroom with nothing of interest inside. As he approached the next door and put his hoof on it, a pink ball blew through it, barely missing him.
He yelped in a panic and shoved through the door, rushing in to find a female Kejtdra standing there with a pistol in her hands. In one motion, he sliced the pistol from her hand just as she fired again, the pink bullet flying past his left cheek.
“Stop!” he hissed in a quiet voice. “I’m not going to hurt you!”
“Lies you monster!” she yelled back, backing up to stand next to her children. One of them handed her a second pistol and she leveled it with him.
“Wait wait wait!” he said, flipping his sword and putting it back in its sheath on his slide. “See? I’m not going to-”
“You murdered my husband!” she hissed, her finger starting to pull the trigger.
“My friend did, but I didn’t!” he pressed, trying desperately to defuse the situation.
But she didn’t let up as she pulled the trigger.
With a flick of his hoof he pulled himself across the room, just as the bullet zipped through the air where his head had just been.
“I’m not going to hurt you, I swear!” he said in a low voice. “Just take your kids and-”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence as Lenrick suddenly appeared in the room, his blade flashing like mad as everyone screamed. But after a few seconds, everything fell quiet.
“Dom,” he said as he slowly stood up amid the carnage, “I get you haven’t killed anyone yet. But you need to get over that, right now.”
“I-”
“If you’re going to be one of us, you can’t hesitate or try to spare anyone who has a weapon on you,” Lenrick said, wiping some golden blood from his face and sword. “Next time I may not be here to save you.”
“I’m sorry,” Domitor grumbled, lowering his head.
“Yeah, you got a lot to learn, kid,” Lenrick said as he walked for the door. “Now come on, I found something that looks like alcohol, ever drank before?”
“Erm, no?”
“Perfect!” Lenrick laughed loudly, giving Domitor a rough shove. “Let’s see your tolerance for a good time then!”
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The next morning
“I hate this shit already,” I mumbled as I performed my daily quest, doing push ups in the dirt outside Raffy’s house.
“It’s worth it,” Rosemary said as she sat on my back as I went up and down. “Besides, at least you only have to run today, no flying.”
“I hate running,” I grumbled as I finished the required number of push ups and rolled over onto my back to do sit ups.
She just laughed as she watched me work out, “you complain as much as Loric.”
“Didn’t I ask you to stop comparing me to him?” I asked with a touch of annoyance.
“So you talk to yourself as well?” Raffy asked as he stood in his doorway, holding a cup of something hot in his claws.
“I have another soul inside of me,” I replied casually, causing him to chuckle. “She bugs me all the time. Keeps me on track too I guess.”
“You’re just full of surprises.”
I smirk as I keep up my work out, “trust me, you’ve seen nothing yet.”
Once I finished my sit ups, that just left a five mile run. Yay.
“Do you work out like this every morning?” he asked, stepping outside and walking over to a large vehicle with large wheels.
“Every morning, every day,” I replied, getting ready for a long jog around the property.
“Ah youth,” he said back as he put his cup down on the large truck and grunted as he climbed up to check on the engine.
I looked over at him as he struggled to open up parts of the truck to get at the engine. “Uh, need help?”
“No, I do not,” he said in a voice that insisted he did not want my help.
Ignoring him, I flew over and began to open all the hinges on the truck and pulled back the hood to reveal the engine.
He grumbled as he began to lean into the engine, “Thanks, lady.”
“No problem, old man,” I said with a wink as I flew back to my original spot and took off running, wanting to get this over with.
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Daily Quest complete! 3 skill points awarded!
Level up!
You have 8 unspent skill points.
“Finally,” I groaned, coming to a stop right next to Raffy’s truck as he continued to work on it.
“I’d suggest spending your skill points, Shayla,” Rosemary said, causing me to roll my eyes.
I brought up the menu and looked at my attributes, trying to decide on which was the best way to spend them. Thinking back to what happened the day before, I decided to try and combat that.
Four points went into Perception, two into Brain Power, and two into Reflexes.
After hitting complete, I didn’t feel much different.
“Trust me, you are getting stronger, it just doesn’t seem like it since you’re only increasing your stats a little at a time,” she assured me.
I shrugged and walked over to Raffy. “So, what’s the plan here?”
He glanced back at me, covered in grease, “we’re going to town and I’ll drop you off at the Beltosh’s workshop.”
“Seems simple,” I commented, getting a laugh out of him. “It seems that way, doesn’t it?” Then he frowned as he looked me over, “however, you walking around on all fours makes you stand out. Makes you look like a feral Rust.”
“A Rust?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Raffy chuckled as he jumped down and turned to me, using a cloth to wipe his hands, “you have a lot to learn about this world, Ms. Beltosh.” He waved for me to follow him as he headed for the house, “simply put, a Rust is a corrupted person or creature. Nasty beast that’ll kill you for no other reason than to simply satisfy their bloodlust.”
“Sounds lovely,” I replied as we stepped into the house.
“Oh it is,” he chuckled, going to a sink to wash off the grim. “Now, we have one problem to address before we leave.”
“What problem?”
“We can’t have you walking around on all fours for one,” he said as he leaned against the counter. “Are you able to walk on two legs?”
“That’s child’s play,” I remarked as I stood up straight.
“Oh perfect! I thought we'd have to do something creative to fix that problem,” he laughed as he finished cleaning the grease off of himself. “Alright, I’m going to give you some of my clothes so you’ll fit in. Luckily, your head looks Kejtdra enough that you’ll pass for one as long as you keep a hood up.”
“I got to wear old people's clothing?” I asked with a frown, causing him to smirk.
“Nothing wrong with my clothing,” he remarked playfully.
“You’re wearing a dress suit with coveralls over it,” I deadpanned. “That makes no sense.”
He glanced down at himself and patted his clothes, “I think I look unique and snazzy.”
“Sure, unique for sure,” I chuckled as he waved me off and walked to his room, hunched over as he moved.
“You’ll be happy to know I used to be an adventurer,” he said as he disappeared into his room.
I just stood there in the kitchen doorway, waiting for him to return. He wasn’t gone long, and when he stepped out of his room he was holding a few bundled up clothes and some belts.
Raffy placed them on the couch and sat down in his chair, smiling at me as I stepped up to examine the clothing.
“Uh…” I muttered, seeing the clothing definitely did not match his current fancy look. “What kind of adventurer were you?”
He just laughed, slapping a knee, “a damn good one!” After laughing a bit more, he leaned back, folding his hands over his stomach, “I used to be a gunslinger, kid. Fastest shot this side of the planet.”
“Why’d you stop?” I asked, lifting up a jacket and examining it. It had a symbol on the back; just a simple laughing Kejtdra face with two revolvers crossed behind it.
“Old age,” he said sadly. “Got to the point I can’t draw and fire my gun without my hand shaking.”
“Shit sucks,” I said in sympathy as I began to put the clothes on.
“It sure does,” he muttered, sitting there looking to be lost in thought.
Once I’d got all the clothing on, I stepped over to the only mirror in the room, checking myself out. And I had to admit, I looked good. Like really good!
I had a black bulletproof vest on over my chest, with a wicked cool jacket on over it with a high collar that reached up to my ears. Under the vest was a second lighter jacket that had a hood attached to it, which hung out behind my head and over the high collar. The pants themselves were loose fitting at the top, but the lower part of the legs were held tight to my legs with straps that needed a bit of adjusting to fit properly.
A set of belts wrapped around my waist, with plenty of attachment points for any kind of gear I could think of. Two empty holster’s sat on either side of my waist, as he hadn’t provided anything to go with them. The only downside was my wings were hidden under the clothing.
“Can we cut holes for my wings?” I asked, getting a shrug from him.
“We could, but wings are not normal here. You’ll stick out like a sore claw if you have wings sticking out your back,” he reasoned.
“I guess you’re right,” I muttered, giving myself a spin. I left the jacket unzipped, choosing to show off the bodyarmor for the cool factor. “This outfit does not fit you at all. This is straight up a rebel’s outfit.”
“I was fun in my youth,” he chuckled, then he gestured to my empty holsters. “Sorry for not providing pistols, I sold mine a long time ago.”
“It’s alright,” I replied, raising my claws and clenching them into fist, “I’m better with my hands anyways.”
“And you’re able to fight while standing up?” He asked, “because from here on out you’ll have to stand up on two legs, otherwise you’ll blow your cover.”
“What happens if I blow my cover?”
“People will treat you harshly, and some might even attempt to do you harm. We’re at a… strange time in our history right now. Lots of mistrust going around at the moment.”
“Noted,” I said with a frown as I flipped the hood up. “Well luckily for both of us, I’ve spent most of my life learning to fight on my hindlegs.”
With a grunt, he pulled himself up. “Well, Ms. Beltosh, you ready to get your adventure underway?”
I smirked as I gave him a finger gun, “you know it, old man.”
He reached down and picked up a pair of cloth wrappings. “Almost forgot, wrap these around the hair on your tail. It’s a dead give away.”
This wiped my smirk from my face as I took the wrappings and whipped my tail up to myself, “this is just dumb.”
As he walked for the front door, I wrapped my tail tightly, making sure all the hair was hidden from view. I ran the wrappings up my tail a bit, making sure they were tight and secure. Once I was sure they weren’t coming loose, I followed after Raffy.
“Come on,” he called out from the driver seat of his large truck. “We got a few hours' drive ahead of us.”
I sprinted over to the passenger side and pulled myself up into the truck's cabin, taking my seat and throwing my legs up and reclaimed back like I owned the place.
“Comfortable?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Very,” I replied, putting my hands behind my head.
He rolled his eyes and turned the truck on and put it in reverse, backing down his driveway carefully.
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“A city that is built into a massive tree?” Henbeck, formerly Hester, commented as the group stood before a gate that blocked their path into the city before them.
“I love mega cities,” Lorenzo said with a wide grin, “anything can happen.”
Leem licked his lips as he stared up at the city. “Walking all night was worth it for sure. I can smell something… tasty.”
“Henbeck, you’ll use your invisibility to get us through that checkpoint, then you and Leem will remain invisible. Can’t have him scaring everyone away,” Lorenzo ordered, getting nods from everyone.
“We have a week to kill, so let’s do some time killing,” he said with a sinister grin as Hester reached out with his Ego and attached it to everyone, turning them invisible.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 17
“Get up, Dom,” Lenrick said as he kicked at Domitor as he laid on the couch.
The stallion groaned as he sat up, his head pounding as he swept a few bottles off of himself.
“You really smashed those last night,” Lenrick laughed as he tossed a water bottle at Domitor.
He wasn’t fully aware yet, so the bottle just smashed into his face and fell into his lap. “Ouch…” he mumbled as he grabbed it and bit it open, drinking all of it in one go.
“You must have some mad demons in that head of yours to drink that much,” the man joked, holding up a pair of keys. “I found some kind of vehicle out in a side garage, so our trip just got a lot easier.”
Domitor groaned as he sat up, his head still hurting, “I don’t actually remember last night…”
“Nothing to remember,” Lenrick replied. “You hogged all the drinks and passed out.”
“Sorry,” he muttered.
Lenrick just laughed and stepped over, slapping his back. “You’re alright, kid.”
This brought a smile to Domitor’s face as Lenrick walked for the front door.
The pair walked outside and over to a detached garage that stood by itself by the rocks around the house. With a heave, the man threw open the doors, revealing a bulky vehicle with tires that were a bit bigger than Domitor thought they needed to be.
“What about the… bodies?” he asked as Lenrick jumped into the drivers seat.
“What about them?” he asked, seeming more interested in the vehicle than answering the stallions' questions.
“Should we bury them?”
Lenrick just chuckled, shaking his head, “you have a LOT to learn about rolling with this crew, kid. Jump in, nature will sort them out.”
Reluctantly he jumped into the passenger's seat as Lenrick turned the key, causing the truck to roar to life.
“Oh now that’s good,” he exclaimed as he revved the engine a bit. He shifted the gear and the truck lurched forward violently. As they pulled out of the driveway he opened his pocket dimension and pulled out a beer from another dimension.
“Should you be drinking? I feel like that does not go with driving,” Domitor commented, but Lenrick’s only response was to crack it open and begin to drink from the can.
“Trust me, this makes operating machinery so much more fun,” he assured the young stallion as they shot out onto the road and began to barrel down it at increasingly alarming speed.
“Oh geez…” Domitor muttered as he buckled himself in, eyes locked forward at the road ahead.
ooo000<^>000ooo
“Breakfast is ready!” Scamp called out for the tenth time as she stood at the end of the hallway, waiting for their daughter to join them.
“Either she’s dead to the world, or she’s not here,” Mallogory said as she sipped her coffee and played her little game.
Scamp stomped down to her room and flung the door open, “Shayla Beltosh!”
But the room was empty, her bed unmade as usual. Her eye narrowed as she stomped back down the hallway to the kitchen. “Did she come home last night?”
“Yes?” Mallogory replied in an unsure tone, looking up from her game.
“Yeah, no, she didn’t,” Scamp growled as she pulled out her phone.
“She’s probably at one of her friends' houses again,” Mallogory said, trying to calm her down.
“And when she does she always tells us,” Scamp countered as she sent out a few texts, asking if her daughter was at any of her friends' houses.
“Love, she’s an adult, we don’t need to watch her every move anymore.”
Scamp frowned as she started getting a few texts back saying no, she was not at any of her friends' houses. “I know, but I feel like something is wrong.”
“Your instincts are usually spot on…” Mallogory admitted, sighing as she put her game down. “What’s the plan?”
With a twitch of her eye, she moved for the front door, “I’m going to go and speak with her little friends. One of them will know where she’s at.”
“I’ll head to a few of her favorite places,” Mallogory said as she stood up and followed after her wife.
Scamp grumbled to herself as she stepped outside, flaring her wings. This was one of the rare times she hoped her instincts were wrong and her daughter was just playing hooky with one of her friends.
ooo000<^>000ooo
Azure Moon waved goodbye to the mother and her daughter as they walked away from her stall after buying a few items.
She sat back on her stool and chuckled as she went back to eating her breakfast and reading her book. It was a slow morning, but she preferred it that way, gave her time to relax before the lunch rush.
“Brought you breakfast,” a voice said from in front of her as a very fancy plate of food was placed down on top of her food.
Grumbling, she raised her head and glared at the stallion before her, “can’t you take a hint, Star Chaser?”
Champion just laughed, flipping his mane back with a charming smile. “I just wanted to make up for the dinner date, since I never got to pay for it like I promised.”
“Oh my Celetstia,” she groaned, pulling out her phone and writing out a text as he smiled at her.
“I had the royal chiefs make this for you, so it is top of the line quality,” he assured her, waiting for her to try it. But she kept writing out her text. He couldn’t see the words, but he could tell she was just writing one long text.
“If you’d like,” he continued, “I can take you to Rainbow Falls. It’s very beautiful this time of the year.”
She still did not respond to him, causing his eye to twitch as he adjusted his mask and cleared his throat.
“Oh my!” He exclaimed in a fake enthusiastic voice as he grabbed one of the little charms she sold. “This is marvelous, did you make it yourself?”
No response came from the mare as she typed away at her phone.
“Know what? I’ll buy your entire stock!” he exclaimed grandly as he opened a pocket dimension and pulled out a few bags of bits and tossed them down on the table. “That should free you up for the day, hm?”
Azure Moon growled a bit, and he could hear her heart rate increase as her blood pressure started to raise even further.
“My Moon, tell me what you desire and I will make it happen!” he declared loudly.
Finally, she hit send on her text and stared at him with very angry eyes.
He started to say something, but she held up her hoof. “Don’t speak, just sit here in silence for a moment.”
“But I want to-”
“Zip it!” she snapped, “you want to do something for me? Then just wait a moment.”
His eye twitched again, but he decided to listen to her and just stand there, the two locking eyes. A smile formed on his face as she held his gaze.
“Star Chaser!” Luna bellowed as she appeared right behind him.
“Mother?” he asked as he spun around, very confused as to why she was here, and yelling.
“You’re stalking and harassing Azure Moon?!” she screamed in her Royal Canterlot voice.
Champion turned to Azure Moon with a look of betrayal, “you called my mother?”
“Leave me alone!” she roared, slamming a ‘CLOSED’ sign down and stomping away from her stall.
He took a step after her.
“STAR CHASER!” Luna roared as she flashed her horn, causing both of them to appear in her chambers.
With a growl, he turned to face his mother, eye twitching non-stop now, “mother, you do not know what you’re doing.”
“I know exactly what I’m doing,” she said in her normal voice. “I’m saving you from yourself! Azure Moon is terrified for her life because of you!”
“She has no reason to be!” he roared back at her, squaring up with her.
She just stared at him with sad eyes, “what happened to my son? The little colt who was rambunctious but had a heart of gold?”
“I’m still him,” he growled, glaring at her. “I’m just better now, perfect in all ways.”
This caused her to sigh, as she knew she wouldn’t get through to him this way. “Going forward, you are forbidden from interacting with Azure Moon or her family.”
“You can’t control my life like that, mother,” he said evenly.
“You’re right, your mother can’t control your life like that,” she agreed as she stood up tall and firm, “but the Princess of Equestria can. I, Princess Luna, hereby forbid you from having any further contact with Azure Moon or her family. Do you understand me?”
His eyes began to glow purple, but she held her ground, not backing down to his idle threats. With a sneer, he snapped his eyes shut, “fine. I understand.”
“Good,” she said, using her magic to open her door. “Leave me. Return when you are ready to start acting like the heir to the throne and not a ruffian off the streets.”
“Yes, Princess,” he said with a scowl as he walked out of the room and slammed the door.
Once he was gone, she cast a spell on the room, muffling the sound. Then she fell to her knees, tears on her face as she let out a sob.
She raised her eyes to a large portrait of herself, her kids, and her husband, all standing together and smiling. “Oh Frederic… this is nearly impossible without you by my side…”
ooo000<^>000ooo
I continued to use my claw to pick at my teeth as we flew down the road at a steady pace. We’d talked for a bit, or at least I mostly talked. It’s a habit of mine, but it’s his fault for asking a loaded question that caused me to go on a long winded explanation of my friends and family.
Right now though, we were just being silent, which was perfectly fine with me.
But as I sat there, I could hear a sound slowly getting louder. It sounded like… music?
“You hear that?” I asked, causing him to look over at me.
“Hear what?”
“I dunno, sounds like music,” I said as I looked around as the sound grew louder.
“Ah, you’re starting to hear the Amber Breeze,” he said with a chuckle.
The name sounded familiar to me, and upon thinking about it, I realized my mom had indeed told me about it. Apparently this world played music inside of everyone’s heads. I honestly don’t know how that works, but I always thought it was a cool concept.
“What music are you hearing?” he asked.
Focusing on it, I realized it was a song I think I’d heard before, but I couldn’t place it. But it had a badass guitar riff to it.
“Rock music?” I replied, causing him to shrug.
“Rock music? Sounds weird, kid.”
“Oh yeah? What about you?”
“Soothing flute music,” he said with a smile.
“And you said mine was weird?”
He started to reply, but stopped as his face fell into a grimace. “Ah shoot. I was hoping they wouldn’t be out today…”
“Who?” I ask as I lean up and look out the front window, seeing a few cars up ahead, parked across the road as a makeshift roadblock while a few Kejtdra stood in front of them. I could clearly tell they were all armed in some way or another.
“Local gang from the lower levels of Frokinko,” he said as he began to slow down as we approached them.
“What do we do?” I asked, slightly nervous.
“I’ll handle it, they just want us to pay a toll,” he replied in a reassuring tone. “This is actually very common in this area. And besides, they usually only want a few Fazoles.”
“Fazoles?”
“Our currency, kid,” he answered as he opened a compartment in the truck and pulled out a small sack. “I keep some tucked away for just this occasion. So just sit back and let me handle this.”
“You got it,” I said, watching as we came to a stop a few feet away from the makeshift roadblock.
“Out of the truck, old timer,” someone on his side of the truck yelled out.
“Of course,” he said as he opened his door and climbed out, grunting as he did.
I stayed where I was, looking around nervously at all the Kejtdra around us. They were all males, and looking mean as fuck to boot.
“Heading to Frokinko?” one of them with a gruff voice asked.
“Yes, just a market run is all,” Raffy replied, not sounding nervous at all.
“Got the toll?”
Raffy chuckled as I heard the sounds of coins jiggling, “right here, son.”
“Right,” the gruff voice said as it sounded like he snatched the coin bag from him and shook it. “Sounds kinda light.”
“That’s the normal amount you all ask for,” Raffy protested.
The truck jerked as something landed on my door. I jumped and turned my head to see a nasty looking Kejtdra staring in at me, a large smile on his face.
“Hey! He’s got a woman with him this time!” the one staring at me yelled.
“Oh?” the gruff voice laughed. “Who’s your friend, old timer? You’re always alone when I see you.”
“It’s my niece,” Raffy answered, sounding very confident in his words.
“Niece?” the gruff voice asked as the truck shook again as a very rough looking Ketjdra climbed up on the driver's side to peer in at me.
I glared back at him, resisting the urge to say something snide in response to his wide smile.
“Change of plans, old timer,” the large Ketjdra said as he jumped off of the truck and landed on the ground. “Tolls increased. Leave the girl and you can pick her up on the way back from the city.”
“Ain’t happening,” Raffy stated.
“Either you agree willingly,” the voice said as I heard Raffy grunt. “Or we do this my way. I suggest you think carefully before answering again.”
A growl escaped my lips as I unbuckled myself.
“You want more Fazoles? I’ll fish out some more,” Raffy said in a voice that sounded a bit strained.
“Wrong answer, old timer.”
“Hey!” I yelled out as I began to move across the seats, but the Kejtdra at the window reached in and grabbed me by the arm. Without any hesitation, I spun around and slammed my fist into his faceplate, snapping his head back and causing him to fall off of the truck.
Now free of his grasp, I climbed across the seats and jumped out the driver's side door, landing between Raffy and the rough looking Kejtdra.
“Coming out willingly to save grandpa?” he asked with a toothy grin. “Smart move, princess.”
I looked around, seeing they were all looking at us, sly smirks on all of their faces.
“Shayla, don’t,” Rosemary warned from atop the truck.
New Quest! ‘Rank A: ‘Roadblock!’
“Get back in the truck,” Raffy groaned from behind me.
“No, walk your pretty little self over to my truck,” the Kejtdra commanded as he reached out to me.
New music began to play in my head. Perfect fit.
As his hand reached my shoulder, I grabbed hold of it and yanked himself into me, slamming a knee into his gut. The sudden attack caught him off guard as he started to double over. But as he fell I slammed a fist into his head, causing it to bounce off of the side of the truck.
Once he was on the ground, I turned to face the now stunned Kejtdra around us.
They didn’t remain stunned for long as they began to yell and raise their weapons.
I dashed forward as time seemed to slow as I examined each of them in turn, picking out the weakest to the strongest based on appearance alone.
Like a freight train I slammed into the skinniest one, sending him flying back into one of the cars, leaving a decent dent in it. Using my built up momentum I sprang to the right and slammed a fist into another's face, sending him skidding back as I spun my body sideways, catching another in the face with a back leg. In that same spin I grabbed the gun from one I was kicking and slammed it into my right hand.
I rolled across the ground and fired two shots into the leg of the largest Kejtdra in the area. As he roared in pain, the others finally got a bead on me and began to fire all at once on my current position. Just as before, time seemed to slow as I took everything in and dived to the right, getting behind some cover as pink balls of energy slammed into everything around me.
Looking around, I saw that I was near one of the trucks. Perfect, just avoid getting shot.
Preparing myself, I sprinted forward, the bullets whizzing all around me as I jumped behind the truck. A Kejtdra ran around suddenly and pointed his gun at me.
My eyes went wide as he fired, but I was ready and dodged it at the last second, I then lunged forward and knocked the gun out of his hand, followed by a perfect uppercut to his chin.
He yelped and collapsed, but wasn’t out of the fight yet. But the moment I pointed my gun down at his face he stopped moving.
“Got a deal for you,” I said as pink bullets pelted the truck behind me. “Wanna live? Step out there and tell them you got me.”
“What?!” he asked in surprise.
“You heard me, tell them you knocked me out,” I said, my glare causing him to frown. “Or I shot ya here.”
“Fine,” he groaned as he stood up, my gun still on him.
“Guys!” He yelled, still looking at me. “Guys, I got her! She’s unconscious!”
The bullets stopped as I heard they all yelling for confirmation.
“Go on,” I said, waving the gun to the right.
Reluctantly, he walked out around the truck and stood there, staring off at the others.
“You really get her?” someone yelled.
“Yep,” he yelled back as he glanced at me. “Got her.”
“Way to go, Helmta!”
Rosemary appeared on top of the truck, looking in their direction. “They’re coming this way.”
‘Grouped up?’
“Of course, looking pretty proud of themselves.”
‘Nice, tell me when they’re close enough,’ I thought to her as I rolled my neck and swapped the pistol to my left hand.
After a moment, she gave me a thumbs up.
With that I shot forward and around the truck, slamming the gun into the back of the Kejtdra I’d forced to lie for me. The ones ahead were not prepared for me as all their guns were down.
As I sprinted across the ground at them, time seeming to crawl, I fired away with my pistol, hitting as many of their guns as I could.
They all began to yelp and howler at the sudden attack, but it was too late as I dived into the midst of them, turning into a ball of fury as I hit anything I could and broke as much as I could get my hands on. I even bite a few of them.
As I fought through the group, I grabbed a skinnier Kejtdra and swung him around, knocking a few others down as they advanced on me. I let him fly into another as I dashed to the side, slamming the pistol into one's face, following that up with a kick as I spun and fired into the knee of another.
Something hit me in the side, but I kept fighting, not relenting as I dropped them one at a time.
You see, the thing about being surrounded just means you have a lot of targets, while they have to all focus on you. So as long as I kept moving around sporadically and randomly, they couldn’t group up on me.
Despite my efforts, I was on the losing end of this fight, as some of the ones I’d previously dropped were starting to get back up.
“You need to start killing them!” Rosemary exclaimed as one grabbed me from behind.
“No!” I yelled as I jumped up and kicked both back legs into another's face as they approached from the front. I then came down hard with my legs and threw my body forward, sending the one holding me flying over myself. Once he landed on the ground, I jumped up and slammed a foot into his face.
“Shayla!” I heard Raffy yell.
I dodged a lung from one of the Kejtdra as I threw two punches into another's chest, causing him to back off as I broke something.
Looking towards Raffy, I saw he was in his truck and hand pushed through the two other trucks blocking the road.
But as I began to fight my way towards him, I saw the original gruff Kejtdra stomping towards me, a sword of some kind in his hand.
Shit.
Slamming an elbow into another's face, I sprang back as he sliced the air where I’d just been standing.
“Shayla duck!” Rosemary screamed.
Without thinking I immediately dropped to the ground as something massive flew over me.
Screams filled the air as the sounds of grinding metal could be heard. Jumping to my feet I saw that a rather large creature was ripping through the Kejtdra, easily cutting them down as almost none of them had weapons at this point.
“That’s a Rust!” Raffy yelled, causing me to turn and sprint for his truck.
I jumped into the back as he slammed his foot on the pedal, causing us to speed away from the carnage. Looking back I saw that the creature was focusing its attacks on the Kejtdra around it, and it was clear who was winning this exchange.
Raffy opened the back window and waved for me to come through it.
Carefully, I climbed through the small window and got into the cabin of the truck, returning to my seat.
“What was that?!” he snapped, keeping his eyes straight ahead.
“Nothing, I just did what needed to be done,” I said, grunting as I shifted around.
“No, that was stupid. Idiotic. Suicidal even!” he yelled, clearly very upset with what I’d done. “If that Rust hadn't been drawn to all that fighting, you’d’ve died back there!”
“But I didn’t,” I countered, giving him a shaky thumbs up as my adrenaline crashed.
He looked at me and sighed. “You’ve been stabbed, kid.”
“I have?” I said as I looked at my side, seeing a knife still sticking out of me. “Huh, whaddya know,” I said as I pulled it out, causing blood to start to pour out.
“Idiot,” he grumbled as he reached over and placed a hand on my wound. His hand started to glow as he slowly healed my injury. “I told you to stay in the truck.”
“They were hurting you,” I said as I winced in pain as the wound closed.
“Nothing I couldn't handle,” he muttered.
“Just be grateful, I saved our ass’s,” I mumbled, causing him to sigh.
“I’ll admit, those were some impressive moves. I’ve never seen someone fight a group with just their fist before, especially a fully armed group like that.”
“Eh, you can thank my mother,” I chuckled, feeling some relief as the pain slowly went away. “She specialized in group fighting and wanted to make sure I could handle myself.”
“Just try and listen to me in the future, yeah?” he begged.
I smiled at him and gave a thumbs up. “You got it.”
He shook his head with a small smile as he held his hand to my wound and focused on driving.
‘So,’ I thought to Rosemary as she appeared between us. ‘Did I just slow down time back there?’
“No,” she laughed, shaking her head. “You’ve unlocked some of your Ego though. You were able to increase your senses and process the world around you faster. That was just a taste of what you can do though, as you were only able to do that in bursts.”
‘Those bursts were pretty badass though,’ I thought as a smile formed on my face. ‘I was moving so fast they couldn’t even keep up with me!’
Rosemary gave me a wink, “yep! Just wait till you actually master that ability. That’s when the real fun will begin.”
Quest Complete! 7 skill points awarded!
Level up!
You have 10 unspent skill points.
‘Oh shit, seven skill points and a level up?’
“Yep, that was a Rank A Quest. The Rank S quest award twelve though,” she said, smiling at my wide eyes. “Rank S+ give a whooping twenty five, just so you know.”
‘Shit…’ I smiled as I opened my menu, causing Raffy to raise an eyebrow at me since he couldn’t see any of it.
Thinking about it, I placed five into Strength, two to Brain Power, and three to Reflexes. Hitting accept, I brought up my Stats window to examine it.
Nice.
“You’re one weird lady,” Raffy chuckled, having watched me poke at the air in front of myself for a bit.
“Eh, you get used to it,” I said with a grin as I closed the menu and sat back, wanting to rest a bit after what I’d just gone through.
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When the world ends, a young man gets a chance to relive his life in the world of Equestria.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 18
Eye twitching.
Heart rate steadily rising and lowering at an alarming rate.
Flashes of furious purple that come and go.
Champion stood on the mountain top as he stared down at the two cities below. New Ponyville and Canterlot, both easily within view for him and his super sight.
He shook violently at random, each time vibrating the mountain below his hooves.
Try as he might, he could not calm his nerves or mind.
He felt… betrayed. By his mother, and by his future Queen. The two he trusted and loved most.
His upper lip twitched as he pulled off his mask, staring straight up into the bright sky above.
“Why?” he asked aloud, eyes narrowing as he shifted into his Royal Canterlot voice, “Why?!”
No response came, not that he expected one.
Growling, he sat down hard, shaking the mountain again. He lowered his gaze back on the towns below, his eyes focusing on New Ponyville as his entire head twitched to the side. His eyes glossed over as he lost himself in thought, just staring at the town with dead eyes.
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“Gate 16?” Domitor said as they drove towards a rather large wall with what looked to be a checkpoint at the base. He looked around as they drove down the road towards the checkpoint, seeing that the ground was completely barren all around the wall. The massive tree sat beyond the wall, and now that they were close he could see what looked like buildings built into the sides of the tree. “Whoa…”
Lenrick just chuckled as he watched the young stallion look up at the tree in awe. “Kid, I got to take you on a trip to some of my favorite locations. Because if that impresses you, then you haven’t seen nothing yet.”
“Will you?” Domitor asked, turning to the man with a smile.
He glanced over to the stallion and grinned, “yeah. We finish up this shit, I’m taking you to Chaz la’ Beltone. The most amazing place in all the dimensions.”
“What is it like?!” Domitor asked in an excited voice.
With a laugh he reached over and shook his shoulder, “if I tell ya, it’ll ruin it. You just gotta see it.”
“Thank you, Lenrick,” he said, smiling happily as he sat back in his seat.
Lenrick looked at him and sighed, “Dom, I’m sorry for treating you the way I did all those years.”
This caught Domitor off guard as he looked at him with wide eyes.
“We run our crew a certain way,” he continued, gripping the wheel tightly. “Lorenzo runs a tight ship, and you have to do things his way. But that’s no excuse, kid. I’ve been a real monster to you, and I’m sure the others will apologize once they get to know you.”
“What about my father?” he asked, lips trembling in anticipation.
“Lorenzo…” Lenrick muttered, glancing back to Domitor. “I’ll talk with him.”
Domitor let out a choked laugh as he tried not to overreact. “Thank you, Lenrick!”
“Don’t mention it, kid,” he chuckled. “You belong on our crew, and I know he’ll think the same way after I tell him how you’ve handled yourself.”
This brought absolute joy to Domitor as he sat there, mind racing with thoughts. “Lenrick…” he said after a moment.
“Yeah, kid?”
“Are we friends?”
This caused Lenrick to jerk a bit as he looked over at the hopeful face of Domitor. He didn’t respond right away as he stared at the young stallion, who was starting to slowly deflate.
“Yeah, kid,” he said with a smile. “We’re friends.”
A tear threatened to fall out of his eye as he turned and looked out the window, watching the barren scenery fly by. “Cool…”
“Cool,” Lenrick chuckled, slowing down as they approached the checkpoint.
“Follow my lead,” Lenrick said as he reached into his pocket dimension and pulled out what looked to be some gore and a Kejtdra’s faceplate. It took Domitor a moment to realize it was the faceplate of the Kejtdra who’d tried to shoot them as they approached the house last night.
Lenrick pulled out a charm and placed it on the gore and activated it. A light wrapped around him as he took on the form of the Kejtdra man, looking exactly like him.
He smiled at Domitor’s shocked face, turning his attention back to the checkpoint ahead.
A Ketjdra wearing a uniform stepped out of a guardhouse and walked into the road holding up a ‘STOP’ sign.
Obliging, Lenrick came to a stop right in front of the Ketjdra.
The uniformed male walked up to his window and climbed up, raising an eyebrow as he saw the two of them staring back at him.
“What are you supposed to be?” the man asked, looking at Domitor.
“Just my kid, someone cast a Thorn or something on him, so I’m coming into the city to see if I can find a cure,” Lenrick said, his voice sounding exactly like the Kejtdra he was mimicking.
“Damn Thorn users,” the man muttered, pulling out a device and scanning them. “Well you two are clear. Get in there, Hausod. I’ll tell my wife to send your wife a gift basket.”
This caused Lenrick to look a bit nervous, “Ah! Thank you, pal!”
The man chuckled and reached in, holding up his hand. “We still on for poker this weekend?”
“You bet!” Lenrick replied, taking his hand and giving it a solid shake.
He then looked at Domitor, “Is this Bel’lata, or Pulo?”
“Pulo,” Lenrick said back, looking even more nervous.
“Hang in there, Polly,” the man said, giving a nod to Domitor. “Someone in there can reverse this so you don’t always look that repulsive.”
Domitor frowned but gave a nod.
“Now hurry along you two, before my boss asks why I’m taking so long,” he said as he jumped off of the truck and waved to the guardhouse.
The gate ahead slowly opened. Lenrick gave a wave to the man as he pulled forward and drove through the checkpoint.
Once they were clear and driving towards a large city at the base of the tree, Lenrick began to laugh loudly.
“Oh fuck me! What are the odds he knew the guy I was pretending to be?!” he exclaimed as the disguise he was wearing flickered and faded away, returning him to his normal self. “That is some amazingly terrible luck, huh kid?”
“Yeah,” Domitor replied, smiling as he looked at the laughing Lenrick. “Some terrible luck for sure.”
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“Thank you, sir,” Raffy said as he took back his I.D. from the border agent.
“Enjoy your shopping, Raffy,” the Kejtdra replied, giving him a smile and a nod.
“I always do, Uzztoh,” he said as he gave him a little wave and pulled through the checkpoint, passing under the massive sign that read ‘Gate 4’.
“That was simple,” I commented as I looked out the back window as we drove away from the checkpoint.
Quest Complete! 4 skill points awarded!
“I come here once a week, so they’re used to seeing me. Plus they like me, so telling them you were my niece was enough for them to not check your nonexistent I.D.,” he said with a smile as he drove down the road carefully, the base of the tree not that far from us.
There was a massive city around its base, and according to Raffy there was even more inside of the tree itself, going up the trunk and even down into the roots. A true mega city.
“So I’m going to take you to the Beltosh workshop as I promised, and I’ll be on my way,” he said, looking out the window, a frown on his face.
“Oh,” I said, realizing our time together was coming to an end. “Thank you, Raffy. I don’t know where I’d be right now if it wasn’t for you.”
“You’d be dead, twice over,” he replied, then sighed. “Just be careful out there, Shayla. This world is very dangerous, and if you’re not willing to kill anyone, then it’s even more dangerous.”
“I’ll be alright,” I said back, giving him my signature smile. “I can handle myself.”
“I was like you when I was younger,” he said with a frown, “I was the leader of the Laughing Drake’s, and they trusted me, the cocky asshole, with their lives.” He let out a sigh as he raised his sleeve, revealing a list of names burned into his arm.
I didn’t know how to respond to this as I stared at the names on his arm.
“Life hits hard sometimes, Shayla,” he said in a low tone. “And it hits those who think they’re on top the hardest. I thought we were unstoppable, and I led the Laughing Drake’s like we were. And now I’m here while they’re not.”
I let his words sink in, looking straight ahead as we began to enter the city proper.
“If anything, kid, take this one piece of advice,” he said, glancing at me, “put your friends first, and take note of their limitations. Don’t push forward if it means putting them in danger.”
“Sometimes you gotta take risks,” I countered.
He sighed, shaking his head, “while true, that will lead to the death of those you love. I may be old and bitter, but at least heed my warning and think about it.”
“I mean, I’ll think about it,” I replied, giving a small smile. “But I don’t plan to put my friends in danger. That’s why I’m here and they’re not.”
“Now, I’m not saying leave them out and do it all yourself,” he said as he rubbed his face. “There’s a balance, and you will need to find it on your own. I just hope you find it before you lose anyone.”
“I won’t lose anyone,” I said with a determined look. “That I know for a fact.”
“I hope, Shayla,” he sighed as he brought the truck to a sudden stop. “We’re here.”
“Already?” I asked, thinking it’d take longer to reach them. I actually wanted to keep talking to him.
“Yep, as luck would have it they’re on the way to the market for me,” he said, giving me a small smile. “Good luck out there. Just try and apply what you learned from me to your life, I promise it’ll help.”
“I’ll try,” I promised, feeling awkward as I didn’t know how to break contact with him. I honestly didn’t want to get out of the truck without him.
“You alright?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Yeah,” I muttered, looking out the window at the little shop before me. The words ‘Beltosh Armaments & Repairs’ were painted across the front of the building.
“Then on with ya,” he laughed, giving me a light shove. “Go on and continue your adventure.”
I frowned as I looked back at him. Somehow he’d grown on me to the point I’d actually miss him if I never saw him again. I wanted to say that to him, but I didn’t know how to voice those kinds of thoughts. So I did the best I could.
“Listen for me on the radio,” I said with a smirk as I flung open the door and jumped out. I turned around and grabbed the door, giving him a thumbs up.
He chuckled as he shook his head. “I’m gonna miss your attitude, kid,” he said as I closed the door.
The truck lurched forward as he began to drive away.
“I’m going to miss you too, Raffy,” I muttered, wishing I'd said that to him.
Once he turned a corner and was out of sight, I took a deep breath and turned around, staring at the workshop before me. It looked a bit run down, like it wasn’t even open. And I’d assume it was abandoned if it wasn’t for the blinking ‘OPEN’ sign on the door.
Walking over to the door I gave it a shove, causing it to open and ring a bell, announcing my arrival.
“Liles, customer!” someone yelled from within the building.
“I heard the dang bell, Liz!” someone else yelled, even further back in the building.
Hesitantly, I stepped into the dusty building, taking note of the rows of shelves covered in merchandise that lined the store's floor. In the back was what appeared to be a counter with a large register on it.
Honestly, I expected more with the way my mom talked about her family. She never told me what they did, but she said they were doing very well for themselves. This looked like they were barely surviving, with all the dust and dim lighting.
Near the back of the store an old male Kejtdra stepped out of a door and walked up to the counter. He eyed me with suspicion as I just stood there dumbly.
“Buying or browsing?” he asked, tapping his claw against the table.
“Uh.. neither?” I said, causing him to grunt and stand up straight.
“Did the Cakehurst send ya?” he asked, eyes narrowing.
“The what?” I asked in complete confusion.
He sighed and shook his head, “that answers that then.” He then looked me over, “so not a customer and not with the Cakehurst. What are you doing here then? Selling shit? We ain’t buying.”
“No, nothing like that,” I said as I walked towards him.
His eyes drifted to my legs, a look of repulsion came onto his face. “What is wrong with your legs? They’re all backwards.”
“Uh…” I muttered, not really sure how to answer that. “Do you know a Mallogory Beltosh?”
His eyes went wide at my sudden question as he looked me over more carefully. “Why do you ask?”
“She’s my mom,” I said, getting straight to the point.
“What?!” he yelped as a female stepped through the door, a half repaired pistol and some kind of tool in her hands.
“Mallogory’s daughter?!” she exclaimed, eyes wide.
“Uh… yeah,” I said sheepishly, scratching the back of my head.
“Prove it,” the man said with disbelief on his face.
“How?” I asked as I stood at the end of the aisle by the counter, looking between the two of them.
“What is the Beltosh creed?” he asked, causing me to frown. My mom told me once, but it’s not like I could remember all that.
“How the fuck am I supposed to remember all that?” I asked, throwing up my hands, “I just remember it was long winded and full of stupid self righteous bullshit. She told me once and I thought it was the stupidist shit I’d ever heard before.”
“Yep, that’s Mallo’s daughter alright,” the woman commented, causing me to scowl at her. “Oh yeah, she’s got Mallo’s glare and attitude, that’s for sure.”
“Where is Mallogory right now?” the man asked.
“Why do you want to know?” I snapped back, suddenly losing my patience with them.
Instead of getting mad at my attitude, he just smiled, “I haven’t seen my daughter in over twenty years, so of course I’d want to know where she is.”
At hearing this, I looked between them, seeing them in a new light. “Wait, you’re her parents?”
“And apparently your grandparents,” the woman chuckled, putting down her items and walking over to stand before me. “Who’s your father?”
“Yeah, who?” the man asked as he walked around the counter. “I’m surprised she actually found another Kejtdra out there.”
“Um, I actually have two mom’s,” I replied, causing both of their eyes to go wide. “And my mother isn’t a Kejtdra,” I said as I pulled back my hood, revealing my mane and ears. “She’s a pony.”
This shocked them as they looked at me completely flabbergasted.
“I do not know what a pony is… but how?!” he asked, eyes locked to my ears. “Did the Gods provide their blessing?”
I started to answer truthfully, but remembered Raffy’s warnings. “Eh… I guess so? I don’t know the details to be honest.”
“This is a lot to take in,” the woman said as she stepped to the counter and leaned on it, her old face looking very conflicted.
“Where’s Mallogory?” he asked again, not looking as taking back as his wife.
“She’s still in my home dimension,” I answered, getting a sigh out of him.
“Ah, I’d hoped she’d’ve come with you,” he said with a dejected look on his face.
“Eh…” I awkwardly held out my hand to him. “Shayla Beltosh.”
He looked at my hand, then smiled as he took it. “Liles Beltosh, and this is my wife, and your grandmother, Liz Beltosh.”
I smiled at them as I shook his hand hard.
“Quiet a grip you got there,” he chuckled as he broke the handshake.
“Is there anyone else?” I asked, looking around. “Mom said the Beltosh family was fairly large.”
“You’re looking at the last two Beltosh’s alive on Eris,” Liz said with a sad sigh.
“What?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“We lost most of the family during a recent conflict that plagued the planet,” she answered, shrugging. “Liles and I only survived because we were here setting up this new shop and not in our home town with the rest of the family.”
“She’s glossing over it,” Liles said as he crossed his arms, looking up at the ceiling, lost in thought. “Some crazy guy named Rozilius wanted to be immortal or something and caused all the Rust in the world to go crazy. Then some Halwen got in a fight with him and that somehow led to a divine serpent covering the entire planet in its body.”
“Honestly, if it wasn’t for the complete annihilation of our family, I’d say it was one of the best days of my life, seeing that beautiful creature wrapping around the sky,” Liz said with a look of awe.
“I’m going to need the full story here,” I said, looking between them.
Liles nods at me, “of course. I love talking about that day, but I’d like to talk with you more first. You up to that?”
I sighed, as I wasn’t sure if I wanted to play a game of twenty questions. “Sure, I guess.”
“Wonderful! Liz, put up the closed sign and get some snacks!” Liles exclaimed as he walked around the counter and headed for the door that led to the back.
“Get your own snacks,” Liz grumbled as she hobbled over to the front door and switched the signs.
“Coming?” he asked from the doorway as Liz hobbled right past me.
I just stood there dumbly again, smiling nervously. “Yep, coming…”
These guys may be my family, but that didn’t stop me from dreading talking about myself. Normally, that’s all I’d want to do, but not when it comes to my grandparents.
I wonder what my parents would say right now if they knew I was here with them?
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Forgot a single line of text in the last chapter. I've gone back and added it.
Just a simple Quest Completion that awarded her 4 points.
Chapter 19
“No more,” Dude said, waving Roxxy off as she stood before him smiling widely.
“Come on! You can bet your magic, I’ll give it back!” she said excitedly, pacing around the garage they were in.
“No!” he yelped, grabbing his horn. “What if you don’t give it back?”
“I’ve given everything else back, haven’t I?” she said, giving him a pleading smile.
He groaned, then nodded, “fine. I bet my magic I can beat you at heads or tails.”
“Bad move, bro,” Nightstreak laughed as he grunted as he laid on the bench press, struggling a bit as he had the max amount of weight on the bar.
“Heads or tails?” she asked, holding up a coin.
“Tails,” he said with a sigh.
She flipped it and caught it, slamming it onto her hoof. A wide smile on her face. “Heads.”
“Of course,” he mumbled as he watched a stream of magic pour out of his horn and into her.
“Ooo!” she said, dancing around. “How do I use it?!”
“I dunno,” he said with a smirk. “Not like I know how to use magic after all.”
“Okay now you’re just being mean,” she complained as she glared at his smug look.
Summer Breeze groaned from her desk as she looked up at everyone, “why’d you all get cool and fun Ego’s, and I got one I have to study for?!”
“Because you’re the smartest one in the group,” Nightstreak grunted as he kept pumping iron.
A little spark of magic happened in front of Roxxy. “Oh yes! I’m figuring it out!”
Dude rolled his eyes and walked over to Nightstreak as he stood behind him, spotting him as he started to struggle to raise the bar. “What have you figured out so far, Summer?”
“I can heal scratches and simple things,” she replied, shaking her head. “I have to figure out how a body works before I can do anything useful though.”
“Looks like you’re going to be a Doctor like Aunt Twilight said you would be,” Nightstreak said as he started to shake, the bar no longer moving upward. “Ah crap!”
“Gotcha,” Dude said as he grabbed the bar and helped lift it back up and racked it.
“Shit, thanks,” he said as he sat up and leaned forward, breathing heavily.
“You’re pushing yourself, bud,” Dude said as he walked around him and picked up a towel. With a pop, he slapped it against Nightstreaks face.
“Gotta get these muscles up to spec,” he laughed, flexing his decently large muscles as he summoned his Ego guantlets. “That way I can live up to my Ego.”
Dude rolled his eyes again as he walked over to Roxxy as she struggled to cast a spell of any kind. “Magic back please.”
“Not yet!” she said, face straining as she tried to force magic to happen.
“Roxxy,” he said evenly, causing her to sigh.
“Fine, but I get to try again later,” she conceded as she pulled out her coin. “I bet your magic that I’ll get heads,” she said as he nodded in agreement. She flipped the coin, heads, “Shit.” She flipped it again, heads again. Three more times, all heads. “Come on!”
She kept trying as Dude watched in growing horror, believing he’d never get his magic back.
Finally, she landed a tails, “finally!” A trail of magic floated from her head back to Dude’s horn, causing him to sigh in relief.
“Hey guys, I figured something else out!” Flippy Dew yelled as everyone looked at her. She rubbed her hooves together and threw them out, causing two bowl shaped forcefields to appear before her. She jumped up into one and began to laugh as they began to move, closing up like a shell. “I can move them!”
“Well that’s fucking cool,” Nightstreak said with a smile.
“It sure is cool,” a voice said from behind them, causing all of them to go stiff. Slowly, they all turned to the door that led into the rest of the house, seeing Scamp standing there, glaring.
“Erm, hey, Sensei Scamp,” Nightstreak said with a weak wave. “What brings you to my house?”
“Shayla,” she stated calmly, causing all of them to look nervous. “Your faces say it all. Where is she?”
“Umm,” Roxxy began slowly.
“Do not lie to me,” Scamp warned, stepping into the garage with them. She then glared as she looked at Flippy Dew as she sat suspended in the air.
Flippy Dew smiled awkwardly as she got rid of the forcefields and landed on the ground.
She then looked to Nightstreak, staring directly at his Ego gauntlets. He blinked then sent them away, hoping she hadn’t noticed, even though she was looking right at him.
“... Where did you guys get Ego?” she asked, her eye twitching as she started to put things together.
“Uh…” Roxxy tried to think of an answer, but like everyone else, she had nothing.
“Uh?” Scamp mimicked back. “Okay, we’re going to do this simply. Viper Claw, line up!”
They all rushed forward, lining up before her, all looking a bit scared.
She began to walk along the line, staring at each of them. “Tell me exactly what happened? Where did you get your Ego’s and weapons?”
“Remember the guy Champion was fighting?” Nightstreak said, getting a nod from Scamp. “Um, that was a guy called Loric who was an Enforcer.”
This caused her to stumble a bit, as she hadn't expected that. Bronwyn has been searching everywhere for her friends, and now she’s hearing one of them was actually here. “Where is he?”
“Uh…” Roxxy mumbled, looking uncomfortable. “Dead.”
“Dead?” Scamp asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Champion wounded him and he died,” Dude added lamely.
“He made us Enforcer’s before he died and we went to the Enforcer’s personal dimension,” Flippy Dew said, causing Scamp to rub her face in frustration. “That’s where we met a short butler who gave us our Ego’s and Ego weapons.”
“Is my daughter there right now?” Scamp asked, sounding completely done with this situation already.
No one said a word.
Scamp stopped pacing and glared at them, their silence not setting well with her. “Where is she?”
They all looked at each other, seeming to try to convince someone to tell her.
“SPEAK!” Scamp yelled in her authoritative voice.
“She took Kal and his guys to Eris!” Flippy Dew yelped, falling out of the line and putting a forcefield around herself as she fell to the ground in the fetal position.
“What?” Scamp asked in a dangerously calm voice. “When?”
“Yesterday,” Roxxy mumbled, cowering a bit as Scamp started to shake.
“I found her Order Hall Dagger and Enforcer Dagger in my bags this morning,” Summer Breeze added, getting a few shocked looks from the others. “I didn’t want to worry anyone…”
Everyone looked to Scamp as she was trying to calm down, taking deep breaths. “Okay. My daughter took Kal and his cronies to Eris. When did she say she’d be back?”
“... a few hours,” Nightstreak admitted.
“When were you going to tell someone?” Scamp asked, a bit of anger in her voice despite her efforts to remain calm.
“... later?” Dude offered.
“Later,” Scamp mumbled, turning and slamming a hoof into a heavy bag, ripping it in half from the force of her hit. Everyone recoiled in fear as she stood there, sheathing in anger. She took a shaky breath and turned back to them, “let me get this straight. You all met Loric before he died, he made you Enforcers, then you got Ego’s from some butler in a personal dimension, then my daughter came back and took Kal to Eris, and was only supposed to be gone a few hours but has not returned in a full day.”
“And her daggers were in my bags…” Summer Breeze added quietly.
Scamp sat down hard on her flank and groaned loudly.
“Sensei Scamp,” Nightstreak began, causing her eye to snap to him. “It’s my fault that-”
“Don’t do the ‘it’s all my fault’ stick,” she deadpanned as she stood up and walked over to Summer Breeze and held out her paw. “Give me both of the Dagger’s.”
Without hesitation she ran over to her bags and pulled out the two daggers in question and ran them back to Scamp, laying them in her paw.
“You use them by-” she started, but Scamp waved her off.
“I know how to use them, I’ve gone on a few adventure’s with Bronwyn over the years,” she said, turning for the door. “You guys just hang out here. I’m going to get my daughter.”
“We can help,” Flippy Dew said as she stood up.
“Nope,” was all Scamp said as she closed the door, leaving them all standing there.
Nightstreak let out a loud sigh, “Shayla is going to kill us…”
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I let out a loud laugh as I sat between Liles and Liz on the couch as we flipped through a large photo album. They’d just recounted a story of when my mom tried to build her own gun but it ended up with her somehow falling down a set of stairs. The picture they used as reference showed a very young version of my mom sitting at the bottom of some stairs with weapon parts all around her with the most pathetic crying face I’d ever seen.
“She was always such a handful,” Liz laughed, flipping the page to reveal a few more pictures. “This one,” she said as she started to crack up again, pointing to one with my mom in a beautiful dress that was covered in mud, a pissed off look on her face. “This was when she went on her first date but the poor guy made a comment about her dress, so she ended up wrestling him into submission. Which only achieved him running away and her dress being ruined.”
“That thing was so expensive,” Liles laughed, wiping a tear from his face, “we made her wear that dress as it was to a few events just to teach her a lesson.”
“Did it work?” I asked, grinning at the picture.
“Of course not!” he exclaimed, causing Liz to snort laugh.
“She was the most stubborn of our children,” she said, placing a finger on the picture of her. “I really wish you’d bought some photos of her…”
“I’m sorry,” I said as I patted her knee.
“Actually, we can show her to them,” Rosemary said as she laid on the couch head behind us.
‘How?’ I thought to her.
“You Egonetic’s,” she said, appearing before me and pointing to the two ports on both of my wrists. “You can connect those to them and I can control what happens.”
‘What do you mean you control what happens?’
“You can do a lot with those little connection cables! We can connect to basically anything, and I can do almost anything you can think of once connected! For example, I can show them images and memories of your parents.”
‘Let’s do it,’ I thought with a smile as I leaned back, the two of them turning their heads to look at me.
“Okay, so don’t freak out,” I said, causing them to raise their eyebrows. “I can show you both my parents, but you’ll have to trust me.”
“Trust you?” Liz asked.
“That’s a bit worrying,” Liles muttered with a growing frown.
“Just trust me, okay?” I said as I pulled out both connection cables from my wrist, holding the cables in each hand.
“What are those?!” Liz asked, starting to scoot away from me.
“Wait,” I said as I held them up. “I have something in me that allows me to share my memories with others,” I said, simplifying it for them.
“Oh?” Liles asked, now more intrigued than worried.
“Yeah,” I said with a smile. “I can let you see some memories of my parents.”
Liz slowly moved back to my side, “I do want to see Mallogory and her mate…”
“I say do it!” Liles said as he leaned towards me. “What do we do here?”
“Stick it anywhere on them,” Rosemary instructed. “The connections will reform to fit the current need.”
“Hold out your arms,” I said, followed by them both pulling back their sleeves and holding their arms out to me. Carefully, I pushed the ends of the cables to their arms, watching as it formed into a strange shape and slid into their skin.
“Oh!” Liz exclaimed as she looked at the little cable connected to her arm.
Rosemary smiled as she faded away, “here we go!”
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“Do we even have a plan anymore?” Domitor asked as he and Lenrick walked down the street, the Kejtdra around them giving them a wide berth, seeming very suspicious of them.
“Sure we do,” Lenrick chuckled as he walked along at a leisure pace, hands in his pockets. “We’re going to find a nice club and I’m going to sample the locals,” he said as he eyed a female Kejtdra near them, who quickly moved out of view once she realized he was staring at her.
“What about finding Shayla?” Domitor questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“Listen, Dom,” Lenrick said, leaning down as they walked and patting his shoulder, “she’s gone. We lost her, and Lorenzo is going to be pissed.”
“Oh…” Domitor mumbled, lowering his head.
“So we’re going to enjoy ourselves and then tell him we tried our best, that way he’ll just punish us lightly. Trust me, Dom, I know how to handle Lorenzo, as long as he’s not in a mood when we see him.”
“He’s always in a mood,” Domitor commented, getting a laugh out of the man.
He stood up straight and threw his head back, still laughing, “do not let him ever hear you say that, kid! WHEW!”
Seeing Lenrick laugh along with him, and not at him, was an amazing change of pace. He just hoped the others would accept him as well.
As they went back to walking in silence, he saw a short female Kejtdra stumbling through the crowd ahead of them, walking against the flow of traffic as she bumped into other Kejtdra’s, laughing and apologizing as she did so.
Her oversized purple jacket shifted all around her as she stumbled along, the puffy arms of the jacket making her look like she had massive arms as well. But she appeared to be a normal sized, if not skinny, Kejtdra with longer combs than most of the other’s he’d seen. To top it off she had on a pair of tight pants with oversized shoes that looked to be mostly untied, the tops flared open.
When she neared them, she stumbled towards Domitor and bumped into his side, “Sorry, pal!”
He felt something that caused his eyes to narrow as he spun on her and grabbed her hand in his hoof, seeing she was holding a few of his drawing pens.
She blinked at him in complete surprise as he held her hand tightly in his hoof. “Did you just pickpocket me?”
Lenrick laughed loudly at this, but didn’t interfere.
The short Kejtdra suddenly smiled and stared back at him. “You know, I thought you looked weird as I was stumbling towards ya. I just thought you were his pet or somethin’.”
“Nope,” Domitor said as he reached up and took back his drawing pens with his other hoof. Once he had them he threw her hand to the side and returned his things to his bag.
“What are ya?” She asked with an intrigued smile.
Domitor frowned as he turned his attention back to her, “I’m not going to speak to the kid who just pickpocketed me.”
“I ain’t a damn kid, bucko,” she sneered, striking a suggestive pose. “Full grown woman right here!”
“Cool, you can go now,” Domitor said coldly, but she just kept smiling at him.
Lenrick just sat back and watched the show, rubbing his chin as he smirked at the two.
“Oh come on! You’re the first person to actually catch me in the act,” she said, opening up her large coat to reveal she had all kinds of small trinkets and items stuffed into the many pockets. “Don’t run me off just like that!”
He grunted as he took a step away from her, “Lenrick, help me here.”
“Nah, I like her,” he laughed, getting a look of disbelief from Domitor.
“Sweet,” she said, giving him a thumbs up. “Now what are you two?!”
“I’m a human, and that little guy before you is a pegasus, and a little badass to boot,” Lenrick said, giving Domitor a wink.
“Stop that,” Domitor said, not liking where this was going.
“No idea what either of those things are,” she admitted, putting her hands in her jacket’s pockets. “But if you’re able to sense me stealing from ya, then you must be some kinda special guy. My Thorn allows me to move around unseen and undetected. Yet here we are.”
“Oh you have a Thorn?” Lenrick asked, now very interested in her.
“Yup!” she said as she held up her hand and pulled the glove off of it, revealing a small hole. “Got it when I was a kid. Do you have a Thorn?” She asked, staring at Domitor with expectant eyes.
“Nope,” he replied simply.
This caused her already wide eyes to widen even further, “that’s amazing… no Thorn and you caught me!” She stood up straight and wiped a sleeve across her nose. “So, room for one more in this little party of yours?”
“We’re a duo only,” Domitor deadpanned.
“Always room for one more!” Lenrick exclaimed, overriding the annoyed stallion.
“Oh hell yeah!” she said as she pumped her fist into the air.
“Oh come on!” Domitor complained, but Lenrick just leaned down and smiled at him as he spoke in a low tone.
“Trust me, we need a guide if we’re going to have any kind of fun here. Besides, you might be able to score with this one, she’s exuding interest towards you.”
“Gross,” Domitor grumbled as he looked at her, seeing her give him two finger guns. He turned back to Lenrick, “I don’t like this.”
“Too bad!” Lenrick smirked as he stood up and looked at the short Kejtdra. “First question for our new member; where can I fuck a Kejtdra?”
The short woman snorted as she rolled her eyes, “male or female?”
“Doesn’t matter,” he replied, getting a nod of approval from her.
“Well, then I know just the place!”
“They got alcohol there too?” he asked.
“What do you think?” She replied with a wink.
“Score,” he muttered.
Domitor grumbled to himself, staring at the short Kejtdra.
She took a step towards him and took one of her hands out of her pockets and reached out to him. “Names Floria.”
He frowned at her, but Lenrick gave him a slight kick in the flank, so he raised a hoof and shook her hand. “Domitor.”
Somehow her smile widened as she gave his hoof a squeeze, so he squeezed back even harder. “Ooo, I like you for sure. I can feel those muscles!”
“Geez,” he groaned, letting go of her hand.
Lenrick waited for her to ask his name, but she kept her attention on Domitor.
“Do you have years of training or something?” she asked curiously.
“Yep,” he replied simply.
“Can you do cool tricks?” she asked, looking excited. When he rolled his eyes, she squealed, “That means yes! You just don’t want to admit it!”
“Are you sure you’re a ‘full grown woman’?” he asked in annoyance.
“As of last year, yes,” she said, smirking at him. “So about those tricks.”
“Name’s Lenrick,” Lenrick suddenly interjected. “And you said you knew where I could get my fuck on?”
Floria stood up straight and put her hand back in her pocket. “Sure do. Wanting to get to that?”
“Very much so,” he said, waving for them to continue on.
“Alright, but you two gotta open up a bit as we walk,” she said, starting to walk forward with Lenrick. When she saw Domitor wasn’t moving, she waved for him to follow, “well come on!”
“This is dumb,” he mumbled, reluctantly following after them as they all began to walk down the street.
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“Yes!” Lenrick exclaimed as they entered into the brightly lit club, which wasn’t that active since it was day time. But that just meant more for him as he saw a few employees walking around. “Good things really do happen to horrible people!”
Domitor groaned as he saw the half naked Kejtdra walking around. But to be fair, he wasn’t even sure what naked meant for them, as he had no idea what their anatomy was even like. Which he was starting to count as one of his few blessings.
“Go crazy,” Floria said as she stood by the door, watching the two of them.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Lenrick said as he walked towards two of the scantily dressed employee’s, one male and one female, and put his arm over them. After a short talk, they walked for the back where some private rooms appeared to be.
As for Domitor, he walked over to a booth by itself and sat down, crossing his arms.
A female Kejtdra walked over immediately, “services?”
“No,” he said bluntly, causing her to turn and wave for a male Kejtdra to take her place.
“Services?” the male Kejtdra asked as he stepped up next, smiling widely.
“Nope,” he said just as bluntly, laying his head back on the seat.
Once they walked away, Floria, who was still at the door, raised an eyebrow. She moved to his booth and slid in front of him.
“What? Not interested in sexing it up today?” she asked, a smirk on her face.
“I’m not interested in that kinda stuff,” he said, his legs crossed as he glared at her. “Places like this are just gross.”
She sighed, her happy go lucky facade seeming to waver as she leaned back, putting her hands behind her head. “Yeah, I get that. Your friend though, he’s bit of a creep.”
“Don’t say that about Lenrick,” Domitor snapped, scowling at her.
Floria just blinked at him in confusion, then shrugged, “okay, sorry.”
He looked away from her, making it clear he didn’t want to speak further with her.
She tapped the table in front of herself as her right foot bounced, “So…”
With a sigh, he looked at her.
“You know any good jokes?” she asked.
“Nope.”
“What about funny stories, got any?”
“Zero.”
“Eh, want to play twenty questions?”
“No.”
“Okay, want to play any kind of game?”
“No.”
“Uh… do you draw a lot?”
“Sure.”
“Oh! Like what? How good are you at drawing?” She asked, finally getting a positive answer out of him other than a negative one.
This caused him to roll his eyes as he pulled out his drawing notebook and slide it across the table to her. “Don’t damage it.”
She smiled widely as she took the notebook and opened it up, flipping through the drawings. “Oh… damn, I wasn’t expecting…”
“Yeah, hit me with your best insult,” he grumbled, sitting back and rubbing his face.
“These are amazing!” she exclaimed, flipping the book around to show him one of his drawings. It was one of him covered in badass armor and weapons. “The details! How long did this take?!”
He smiled sheepishly, not used to others actually showing an interest in his art. Let alone complementing it. “That one? Erm… an hour?”
“One hour?!” She asked, flipping to a blank page and slid it back to him. “Draw me! Please!”
This caught him off guard even more as he shakily took the pad and a pen in his wing tip. “You sure? I’ve never drawn someone like this…”
“Just get my best angle,” she joked as she jumped up on the table and struck a pose, both of her hands in her pockets as she stared straight up. “Make me look all cool and shit!”
Leaning back, he began to draw, his pen gliding and tapping away at the notebook. It didn’t take him long before he had a sketch of her drawn. “Got it.”
“Whoa?! Already?” She asked as she jumped down into the booth again, holding out a hand. “Lemme see!”
“Don’t laugh,” he said as he handed it over to her. He’d drawn her as she was, but he’d added a few details to her to make her look more badass.
Her shoulders slumped as she examined the drawing, which caused him to frown as he thought she didn’t like it.
“How did you do this so quickly?” she asked, her voice giving away nothing.
“Practice,” he muttered.
She grinned and looked at him, “this is the best picture I’ve ever seen of myself.”
“It is?” he asked, eyes going wide.
“Sure is! Most camera’s make me look ugly and like a kid, but you captured my matured self in all its glory!” she exclaimed as she kept looking at the picture.
The compliment and praise for the drawing brought a wide smile to his face as he leaned forward, “if you want, I can do a fully detailed and colored one. It’ll just take longer.”
“Yes please!” she said, handing it back to him. “And while you do that, I’ll draw you!”
“You’re an artist too?!” He asked happily.
“Nope! I suck, but I want to return the favor!” she laughed, causing him to laugh as well.
He pulled out another notepad, one he hadn’t used yet, and passed it to her, along with some pens and pencils. “Okay, deal. I’ll draw you in full detail in exchange for a drawing of me.”
“You got it, dude!” she said, snatching up the supplies and beginning to draw away at the page.
Domitor relaxed in the seat as he began to draw as well.
For once, things were going his way. He might have just made a new friend as well!
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 20
Spark groaned as he stepped into the Beltosh household, seeing that they were both waiting for him in the living room. For some reason Roxxy was also here.
“What’s the problem?” He asked as they stared at him.
“Shayla,” Scamp deadpanned as he rubbed his face.
“What’d she do this time?” He asked, assuming she’d got in trouble and they needed him to work his police magic to get her out of it, again.
With a deep sigh, Scamp waved for them to swap places. Raising an eyebrow he walked over and sat down on the couch with the others as Scamp stepped up in front of them.
“So what happened exactly?” Mallogory asked, as Scamp wanted to wait for all of them to be together before she told them the bad news.
“Our beloved and oh so smart Shayla has made the amazing decision to take Kal and his cronies to Eris as of yesterday,” Scamp said in a way to calm voice, causing both of them to jump up.
“Shayla’s on Eris?!” Mallogory yelled, extreme worry and anger flashing across her face.
“With Kal?!” Spark yelped, getting a sharp nod from Scamp.
“Of all people, huh?” She asked with a frown.
“Well we’re going to get her!” Mallogory stated as she stood there, clenching her fist.
“That’s the plan,” she replied, then looked at Spark. “You’re coming with us.”
He didn’t look pleased with this, but for Shayla he’d do anything. “Okay.”
“But I’m going to need a favor,” she said with a small smile.
“Oh boy,” he murmured.
“I don’t have any special powers and Mallogory isn’t back to full yet. So Roxxy here is going to help us get you an Ego.”
“Please no,” he groaned, sitting down hard on the couch. “I’m happy being normal, I have a kid on the way, I don’t want to be all juiced up on an Ego as well.”
“Spark,” Scamp began as she stepped over to him. “Please, I know I’m asking a lot, but out of everyone here, you’re the only one who’s actually capable of handling shit like this. Shayla needs us, I can feel it. Something’s gone wrong and she needs us.”
Spark placed both hooves on his face and exhaled loudly. This went against everything he wanted out of life, he’d even promised his wife he’d stay out of things like this. But Shayla may be in trouble…
“When was she supposed to be back?” He asked, still holding his hooves to his face.
“Yesterday,” she answered, getting a whine out of him.
“Damn it,” he cursed. “Okay how do we do this?”
A relieved smile fell onto her face as she stood up and waved for Roxxy.
Stepping up to him, she sighed and held up her coin, “okay, make a bet with me. Pick heads or tails and if you win I’ll temporarily give you my Enforcer status, till I ask for it back.”
“What?” He asked in complete confusion as he looked at her.
“It’s my Ego,” she sighed, “I can use it to take things from others if I win a bet. So heads or tails?”
“Tails?” He said slowly, still confused.
She threw the coin up and caught it, lifting her hoof to reveal tails, “lucky you, first try.”
As she spoke a small line of energy flew from her head and into his. He didn’t feel any different though.
“What’d that do?” He asked.
“You can enter the Enforcer’s Order Hall now,” she replied in an even tone. “There’s a guy there, Luzzumi, who’s waiting for you. I already filled him in on all this. He’ll get you your Ego.”
He just blinked at her as he looked at everyone, “uh… this is a lot to take in.”
“I know,” Scamp admitted. “But it’s super simple. Go in, get Ego, come out, we save Shayla.”
“It’s never simple,” he mumbled as he looked at Roxxy. “Now what?”
“Use my Order Hall Dagger, just stab the air and drag it down. It’ll open a portal for you,” she said as she handed him her dagger.
He frowned as he took it, then he looked at the other two, “I guess I’ll be right back.”
“Thank you, Spark,” Mallogory said as Scamp gave a smile.
With a quick stab, he drug the dagger downwards, causing a portal to appear before him. Reluctantly he stepped through it to find himself in a large room with a table in the middle. There was also a very messy couch for some reason.
“Ah ye must be Spark!” An overly cheerful and gruff voice said from behind him.
Turning around he saw a short and stout man with a large beard, a large smile on his face.
“Uh, hello,” Spark said with a weak wave.
“Luzzumi’s tha name,” he laughed, giving a bow. “I understand that you’ll be tha one helping save Lady Shayla?”
Spark couldn’t help but chuckle at this, “ain’t a thing lady like about her. But yeah, I’m helping.”
A loud bellowing laugh escaped Luzzumi as he grabbed his gut and leaned back, howling with laughter. “She bea bit rough an’ rowdy!”
The stallion just waited for the laughing to die down before continuing.
“So an Ego?” He asked once the stout man stopped laughing.
“O’ course!” He exclaimed happily as he stepped up. “I’ll have this done in just a moment, ‘em we’ll get your weapon!”
“Great,” Spark muttered.
Luzzumi held up his hand and focused on him.
Waiting patiently, he watched the man’s face slowly scrunch up.
“Everything okay?” He asked as the man grunted a few times.
“I can’t unlock your Ego, there’s a lock on it,” he said, still straining himself.
“What’s that mean?”
But he didn’t get an answer as sweat began to form on the man’s brow. Then his eyes went wide as he stepped back.
“This be…” he then bowed quickly. “I’m sorry ta intrude, me Lord!”
This confused Spark greatly, but before he could ask any questions, the world around him suddenly shifted to a white void.
“Uh…” he mumbled, looking around at the whiteness around him. “Luzzumi?”
“Spark, child of Lance, child of mine,” a loud voice suddenly boomed from all around him.
“What?” Was the only response Spark had for this strange moment.
A large being made of light appeared before him, towering above him.
As he stared at him it slowly dawned on him, remembering stories from his father, “you’re God?”
“Yes, my child,” the voice said calmly.
“Did I just die?” Spark asked with a grimace. “Sudden heart attack? Brain aneurysm?”
“No, Spark. You are very much alive. This moment has been in the making since you were conceived.”
Spark looked around, trying to make sense of what exactly was happening.
“You are very special, my child.”
“Yeah, that’s what people keep telling me,” he replied with a frown. “I don’t know why though. I’m just an average guy wanting to live his life.”
“The challenges you have faced were tests, to test your will and resolve. You have remained constant and morally good through it all.”
“Okay?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. “Not to be rude or blunt, but this doesn’t make any sense to me.”
“Others have sensed your potential,” the being of light continued, “they have only caught glimpses of it; the power yet granted to you. You are destined for great things, Spark. Great evils are on the rise in a realm far above your own. And you, my child, will be pivotal in stopping the collapse of everything.”
“Can’t you just snap a finger and stop whatever it is?” He offered.
“I do not interfere with my creation in that way. I only guide and provide assistance, but I will never act directly.”
A sigh escaped his lips as he shook his head, “okay, what do I have to do?”
“As of now, not a thing, my child. You have other problems to deal with before the time of the collapse is upon you.”
Spark did not like the sound of that, “that’s a bit ominous.”
“I will allow you access to your full potential,” the being continued, “and I will grant you access to your new form. Do not use it as your father uses his. Only when you know you need it.”
“Full potential? New form?” He asked, sounding very frustrated. “Can you please explain some of this to me?”
“In your base form, as you are now, you will be able to tap into your new form to a limited extent.”
“That… doesn’t help me understand this at all.”
“Bow so I may bestow my blessing unto you,” the being said, seeming to ignore him.
Deciding to listen, he bowed before the being of light.
Suddenly, a flash of very strong and deep energy washed over him, filling him a feeling of peace and love.
“Rise, Archangel Spark,” the voice boomed.
“You made me an angel?!” He exclaimed as he rose, a massive frown on his face. “Don’t I have to die first?”
“Unlike your father before you, there are restrictions,” the being continued without answering him. “Your Archangel form may only be used against those that will be a part of the collapse. While in your normal form, you may access a portion of the powers. Holy Instincts alone will carry you far, my child.”
Taking it all in, he just continued to frown. This was EXACTLY the kind of thing he wanted to avoid.
“Answer one question, please,” he said up to the being of light.
“Yes, my child?”
“Why is my dad so special? You granted him his Angel powers and he’s done so much with them. But he’s always wondered why him?”
The being was silent for a moment before speaking, “Lance is not the special one. It has always been you who was the special one, Spark. Lance became a Guardian Angel to protect you till you were ready for this moment.”
This did not sit well with him as he growled a bit, “my dad is special! He’s an amazing man who has gone through hell for his family!”
“And he has earned his place in Heaven,” the being responded calmly. “You are destined for greatness, my child. You only have to seize it yourself.”
The void began to fade away around him.
“Hold up, I have more questions!” He yelled as he reappeared before the still bowing Luzzumi.
“So ya met tha One Who Sits Above All?” The stout man asked as he stood up smiling.
“I guess so,” Spark muttered. “So let’s do this Ego thing so I can go.”
“That be nae possible with ye,” he responded, getting a groan out of the stallion. “Your soul be locked, so I can’t access it. Did ye get any kind o' blessing?”
“Something called Holy Instinct on top of being an Archangel,” Spark answered with a look of displeasure.
“Ya be an Archangel now?!” Luzzumi exclaimed, a look of awe on his face. “Do ye know what this means?!”
“No normal life for me?”
“Yes!” Luzzumi laughed, “ye must be destined for something great ta be granted those powers!”
“As I’ve heard,” he said, rubbing his face. “I’m free to go?”
“Sure be!” The short man replied as he bowed. “Me only advice with holy instinct be ta focus. It works better that way, but will do just fine if it has ta activate on its own.”
“What is Holy Instinct,” Spark asked as he raised the dagger.
“It heightens all o' your senses when activated! Even raises your speed an' reaction time as a bonus! When nae activated it will automatically cause ye ta dodge basic attacks. Honestly, very few Ego’s measure up ta it in terms o' defensive use.”
“At least it’s not a violent ability,” he conceded as he ripped open a portal and gave a wave to Luzzumi.
“Good luck, Archangel!”
“Ugh,” he groaned as he jumped through and landed back with the others.
As the portal closed, Roxxy stepped forward. “I want my Enforcer Status back.”
Just as before, a small line of magic moved between the two, returning to Roxxy.
“So, how’d it go?” Scamp asked eagerly.
Spark just shook his head, “apparently I can’t get an Ego or anything like that.” The two women deflated upon hearing this. “But I got pulled against my will to meet God and now I’m an Archangel.”
This caused them to recoil in shock.
“Like Lance?!” Scamp asked with a wide eye.
“Apparently a step above him if I remember the Hierarchy of Angels,” he replied. “Bet he’ll be super happy to hear this.”
“So do you get powers with that title?” Scamp asked with a hopeful smile.
“Yep, so we’re good to go,” he said, not able to not smile at her.
“Perfect!” She exclaimed, looking absolutely relieved.
“Just let me go tell my wife and job, okay? I can’t just up and leave without warning.”
She gave a nod as she stepped aside, allowing him to walk past her. “Meet us here when you’re ready to go, okay?”
“You got it,” he said over his shoulder, stepping through the door and closing it behind him. He exhaled loudly as he flared his wings.
This is definitely not what he signed up for.
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Floria
“Almost done?” Floria asked as she watched him continue drawing as she sat there finished with hers.
“Close,” he muttered, focusing on shading in a few details.
She glanced around, seeing the staff were starting to set up for the night crowd.
“Finished,” he said as he placed the notepad face down on the table.
“Finally!” She exclaimed with an excited smile as she pushed her own drawing to him.
He pushed his drawing to her as he lifted hers. The image before him caused his eyebrows to raise.
It was a crudely drawn version of him standing on his hindlegs with a six pack and large muscles, a heroic look on his face as he pointed a sword to the sky. Right next to him was a crudely drawn version of herself, hunched over with an excited expression as she gave him two thumbs up.
“What do you think?” She asked eagerly, waiting for his reaction before she looked at his drawing.
“It’s…” he started, looking it over again. “It’s very interesting, that’s for sure… I don’t have muscles like that though.”
She just winked at him, “I drew the energy you give off, not your physical self.”
“Oh,” he said, now able to chuckle at the over the top image of himself. “Why’d you draw yourself like that?”
“Because it’s funny,” she giggled as she lifted his drawing of her. “Now let’s see me…”
He watched as her smile fell into an open mouth look of awe as she stared at the drawing.
“Well?” He asked expectantly, excited to finally get to show off his art to someone.
“Holy cheese apples,” she muttered, eyes tracing the image of herself. “It looks like a actual photo!”
“Yeah, it’s a hyper realistic drawing,” he said proudly.
“I don’t even understand how you did this!” She exclaimed, a wide smile over taking her face. “I look amazing! Way better than the real life me!”
“It’s not that good,” he said sheepishly.
“Shut up,” she said as a jelly-like substance surrounded the picture and caused it to shrink and disappear. “That picture is amazing, don’t put yourself down. You need to be proud of that, own it!”
He smiled at her, then looked around her. “Wait…what just happened to the picture?”
“You mean my Vacuole?” She asked, but at seeing his confused look she grinned. “You know, my personal inventory? Don’t you have one?”
“Like a pocket dimension? I don’t have anything like that,” he admitted.
“That’s weird… everyone has one here,” she muttered, chewing on her claw tip as she looked lost in thought.
“I’m not from here,” Domitor said, deciding there was no reason to hide that fact from her. “Lenrick and I are from a world outside of this one.”
This caused her to roll her eyes, “sure you are. Just because I’ve never seen creatures like you two doesn’t mean I’ll believe you are from another world.”
He just shrugged at her, “I mean you don’t need to believe me. Just thought I should be honest with you.”
She eyed him hard, reading his expression, then she smiled. “Okay, I believe you.”
“Just like that? Why?”
“You got honest eyes,” she said with a smirk. “So I’m going to believe you.”
Before he could react, Lenrick slammed his hands down on the table, scaring both of them.
“This place is amazing!” He said in an excited voice. “Kejtdra are so durable! I don’t have to be careful at all!”
Floria’s smile wavered as they looked at him. He was standing there in nothing but a bedsheet.
“Are we leaving?” Domitor asked, wanting to get out of this place.
“You kidding?! I’m just getting started! You two should grab one or two Kejtdra and have some fun!”
“I’m good,” Domitor replied.
“Well get comfortable, kid, because we’ll be here a while!”
Before Domitor could protest, Lenrick spun around and basically sprinted back to the back rooms.
“Creep,” Floria muttered, getting a frown out of Domitor.
“He’s not a creep, he’s just… weird is all,” Domitor said, trying to defend his friend.
“Weird for sure,” she said, her mood seeming to be soured. “Why are you hanging around him? You two are so different.”
“He’s my friend,” Domitor said as he leaned back in the booth.
“Is that the only reason?” She pressed.
“I guess we also work together,” he admitted. “We’re here with my father, who is our boss.”
“Ooo, family business stuff,” she chuckled as she leaned forward, fidgeting with the left side of her faceplate, where it looked like it’d been broken off at some point. “Sounds exciting!”
“It is actually!” He said with a wide smile as he leaned forward again, propping himself up on the table between them. “Can I admit something to you?”
“Do it,” she said with a grin.
“Don’t laugh, but Lenrick is my only friend.”
“Ooo, that’s just sad,” she said with a shake of her head. “That’s all you got for a friend?”
“He’s not that bad,” he said, defending his friend again.
“Tsk,” she rolled her eyes then leaned closer to him. “Let’s fix that right now then! I will be your friend.”
“You will?” He asked, chuckling at her eager face. “You sure?”
Floria gave him a reassuring smile as she nodded, “very sure. Who knows, we might end up being more than friends. Wink wink.”
He blinked at her then laughed a bit, “oh I’m sorry, I’m not actually sure I’m capable of handling a relationship.”
“Is that your nice way of saying I’m ugly?” She asked with a smirk.
His eyes went wide as he waved his hooves in front of himself, “no no! It’s nothing with you! I’ve just-“ he stopped himself, as he wasn’t sure if he could open up like this to someone else. No one had ever shown him any kind of support, so he didn’t want to run her off already.
“You just what?” She pressed, still smirking at him.
A frown appeared on his face as he stared at her, “it’s nothing.”
This caused her to drop her smirk and look a bit more concerned as she seemed to sense something was wrong here. “It’s not nothing. You good?”
Letting out an exhausted sigh he shrugged, brushing his mane back with a hoof, “I don’t know. I’ve never been able to talk about my feelings before so I don’t even know where to start. Or how to.”
Floria stared at him, trying to read him. “Everyone has baggage, Domitor. Me, you, probably even Lenrick. If you want, I’ll share some of yours.”
This at least brought a small smile to his face, “thanks. But I wouldn’t wish some of this on anyone.” He flexed his leg a bit, the memory of his father breaking it flashing through him.
She took notice of his pained expression, “want to change the subject?”
“Please.”
Her smirk returned to her face as she straightened up and pointed a claw at him. “Alright then! Tell me your current mission your father gave you and I’ll see what I can do to help!”
Seeing her look so determined and ready for anything caused him to chuckle. “Well we’re supposed to be hunting down this woman for my father, but we lost her way back in the forest.”
“Oh she’s gone then,” she said with a shrug. “Unless she came to this city, but even then, you’d never find her.”
“Yeah, we figured as much,” he admitted. “That’s why Lenrick has decided we’ll just kill time and play around a bit, so my father thinks we were looking for her.”
“Smart but risky move,” she said as she stroked her chin. “Why is he after this woman?”
“Long story,” he said with a sigh.
“We got the time,” she replied, leaning back and putting her hands behind her head.
“Well,” he began, getting comfortable. “Her name is Shayla Beltosh for one, and for two, her parents and my father have beef. Before I was born, according to Lenrick, my father’s old boss wanted him to deal with a problem, which ended up being Shayla’s pony mother. My father tried to handle her, but she had help and over powered him.”
“So far so good,” she commented with a chuckle.
“Yeah, well my father failed at the climax and his boss stripped him of his powers and put him in something called a Soul Jar to keep him as a part of some kind of collection. But then Shayla’s parents defeated his boss and released him and all the others in the collection.
“My father then went on to follow them to their home dimension because he knew one of her parents could get him to Eris to get a Thorn, which he needs in order to continue pushing towards his goals. He set up a rival company to theirs and tried to get them to agree to take him to this dimension. But they refused and got into a fight with him that killed a few of his men.”
“Honestly, it sounds like your father might be the bad guy of this story,” she said with a raised eyebrow.
He just shrugged at this, “he probably is, but he’s still my father. He raised me to be strong and capable, even if he…” he trailed off, not willing to go into any of that yet.
“So,” she said, sensing he was troubled, “what happened next?”
With a sigh he continued, “he swapped bodies with a subordinate and let the other guy get locked away in prison so he could try doing another plan.”
“Diabolical.”
He chuckled a bit at this, “that’s my dad. According to Lenrick, my father decided to focus on their daughter next, knowing he could convince her to bring him to Eris. Which to be honest makes my whole life make sense. Now I know why he always showed her more love and attention than he ever showed me.”
A sad look fell across her face as she began to fidget with her broken faceplate again.
“I mean,” he continued, mind racing, “that has to be why he always mistreated me growing up. Why he ignored me and beat me, because he had to focus on her. It wasn’t because he hated me or wanted to hurt me, it was because of her! She was the reason he hurt me!”
She just sat there, letting him vent as he slammed a hoof down hard on the table.
“It’s the only thing that makes sense! Why else would a father treat their son like trash?!” He grabbed his leg and held it close to him as memories ran through his head. “That’s why we’re after Shayla. My father got what he wanted and she’s going to oppose him. And I can’t let anyone stand between my father and his goals. Because he’s finally going to love me after all this is over.”
“Whoa, that’s some serious baggage,” she said evenly, still fidgeting with her faceplate.
“Yeah, I guess it is,” he huffed as he sat back and shook his head. “Guess you’re gonna head out now?”
Floria just rolled her eyes, “nah, think I’ll stick around.”
“If you’re hanging around to fuck me, then just go,” he said rather harshly.
“Rude much?” She asked with a chuckle. “I think you just need a friend who’ll stick by your side. That can be me, if you’ll let me.”
He stared at her, trying to see the trick here, but her reassuring eyes calmed him a bit. “I’d like that…”
“Good, cause you’re stuck with me now!” She laughed loudly as she slammed her fist on the table. “Bar keep, two shots of whatever has strawberry in it!”
The bartender across the room gave a thumbs up as he began to work on some drinks.
Then she looked back at him, “besides, friends can always become more than friends.”
“Yeah, good luck with that,” he said with a grin.
A scantily dressed waitress placed two shots down between them.
“Yes!” Floria laughed as she drank the whole thing in one go, but then made a face and then spat it all back out onto the table. “That strawberry flavor is none existent!”
She jumped up on the table and pointed an accusatory claw at the bartender, “you’re a criminal! Serving crude like that to customers!”
“Hey, don’t like it? Go down the street, they’ll more than happily serve your picky ass!” He yelled back to her from behind the bar.
“Picky ass?!” She exclaimed, jumping off of the table and walking towards him. “Them’s fighting words!”
The bartender raised a rifle and glared at her. “You wanna die in a stripclub?!”
“It’s been my number one dream since I was a hatchling!” She yelled back as she pulled up her sleeves.
“One more step and I’m fearing for my life!” He yelled, pointing the gun at her.
“You don’t got the balls!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms out wide as she continued towards him.
The bartender fired his rifle at her.
At the same instant a tentacle grabbed her back and ripped her backwards just as a pink bullet flew through the air she’d just previously occupied.
Floria flew through the air and landed in the hooves of Domitor as he stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face.
She had the same look as she blinked in surprise at him, then ran her hands down her chest, “Holy Tintinnabulation! He actually had the balls to shoot!”
“Out, banned for life!” The bartender roared as employees rushed to push them out of the club.
They Were thrown out of the front doors and landed in the dirt.
“Hey!” Floria yelled as she jumped up, squaring up with a few of the employees. “Don’t gotta be so rough! He’s the one who shot at me!”
“Just don’t come back, ya hear?” One said as they all returned inside.
“Fuck off,” she yelled after them as she made a crude jerking off motion with her right hand and cast her hand at them.
Domitor sat up rubbing his head, as he’d landed directly on it.
With a huff she turned to him and held a hand out to him, a smirk on her face, “I thought you didn’t have a Thorn?”
“It’s not a Thorn,” he said as she pulled him up. “It’s a totally different kind of power. Lets me do all kinds of things with it.”
“Whatever it is, it’s super cool!” Then she stood up straight and put her hands in her pockets, adopting a more serious tone. “For real though, thanks for saving me. I get a bit out of control sometimes.”
“Don’t mention it,” he said, looking at her broken faceplate. “Is that how that got broken?”
She smirked and shrugged. “Sure, I guess you could say that.”
He could sense there was something left unsaid in the way she said that, but chose to not press it.
“So what now?” He asked, not sure what they could do while waiting for Lenrick.
But she had an idea as she pointed behind him, “ever been to a fun palace?”
“A what?” He asked, turning and seeing what looked to be a building that looked like an amusement park billboard.
“A Fun Palace!” She laughed, grabbing his hoof and dragging him towards it. “It’s supposed to be for just kids, but screw it! They got wall to wall trampolines and all kinds of games!”
He blinked in confusion as she dragged him towards it. “Wait! This is right across the street from a seedy stripclub?!”
“Yeah!” She exclaimed gleefully. “Isn’t that awesome!”
“It’s so wrong on so many levels!” He replied back, causing her to laugh loudly.
“Just let loose! Come bounce with me!”
He couldn’t help but chuckle as he rolled his eyes. “Fine.”
She squealed in delight as they reached the doors and she kicked them open, dragging him in behind her.
“Out of the way little shits!” She yelled as she pushed through what looked to be some kids' birthday party. As they reached the counter she pulled him up next to her and smiled at the employee before them as she put an arm around his neck. “Two please.”
“Oh not you again,” the employee groaned as they retrieved two wrist bands.
“Should I be worried?” Domitor asked as he watched the interaction.
“Nah!” Floria laughed.
“Very,” replied the employee.
“Wonderful,” he muttered as she dragged him further into the building.
I’ve decided to go with Spark’s original intention.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 21
“Thank you, Shayla,” Liz said as we came out of my memories, a happy look on her face.
“She looks happy,” Liles commented as he stood up, stretching his back. “Way happier than she was here.”
Liz stood up as well, moving to the kitchen, “I don’t know about you two, but I’m famished after that little trip down memory lane.”
“Make me something too,” Liles called after her, but she waved him off as she disappeared through the door. “She’ll make me something,” he chuckled, looking back at me as I sat there on the couch. “Hungry?”
“I could eat,” I replied as I stood up.
“Liz! Shayla wants something too!” he yelled towards the kitchen.
“Yeah!” she called back.
“Want to see the workshop?” he asked with a wide smile.
I just shrugged and stood up, “sure.”
He led me down a hallway to a dirty garage that was in absolute chaos, with spilled boxes of weapons parts everywhere. There’s no way anyone could navigate this mess.
“What do you think?” he asked with a wide smile.
“It’s…” I started, glancing around, “a mess.”
He laughed and nodded, “yeah, but I know where every item in this shop is, and that’s what counts.” With that he stepped over to a workbench with a disassembled gun on it and began to tinker with it.
Stepping up next to him, I watched him work.
“So,” I finally began after a minute, “do you guys know how i can get back to my home dimension?”
Liles turned and blinked at me a few times, seeming to rack his brain for an answer. “I’m sorry, kiddo. I don’t.”
“How’d my mom leave?”
“We don’t know, she never talked to us after she left. We only knew she left the dimension like her brother because a family friend had helped her at some point.”
“Where’s this family friend?” I asked, realizing this person would probably know.
“Dead,” he answered with a sigh. “Died during all the fighting.”
“Oh,” I said, lowering my head. Now what?
He reached over and patted my shoulder, “hey, cheer up! This is Frokinko, one of the largest cities on Eris! If someone could help you, they’d be here.”
“Okay, but this place is massive, where would I even start?”
“At the base of the tree, near Elevator eighty nine, there’s a large district called the Social District, it’s the only place where the rich folk come down and mingle with us poor folk. If anyone knows, they’d be there.”
New Quest! ‘Rank E: Go to the Social District.’
“How do I get there?” I asked, seeing Rosemary walk around the room examining things.
Liles chuckled, “getting there is easy, but actually getting in is hard. You need to get a VIP access card, or be invited in by someone already inside.” Sensing I was about to ask a question, he continued, “I’ll be honest with you, Shayla, getting a VIP access card is hard. They’re only given to merchants and people the rich folk like. The Social District may be the mingling point for the rich and poor, but it’s still fully controlled by the higher ups, so they keep out the… undesirables.”
“Don’t you guys have one? Or can get one, you’re store owners,” I offered, gesturing to the workshop around us.
“Shay, I don’t know if you’ve seen our shop, but we’re not exactly doing that well. Especially not good enough for a VIP access card,” he said with a frown. “The only way I can think of getting one is to either steal one or earn one through hard work.”
“Stealing is easy,” I said with a sly smirk.
“Maybe where you’re from, but an item like that would be kept in someone's Vacuole, and the only way to get it from there is to kill them or find someone able to reach into others Vacuole’s and steal it. Honestly, neither option is pleasant for the victim.”
“How do I earn one then?” I asked with a frown.
He just sighed at this, shaking his head, “not in a way you’d be comfortable with. It usually requires you to do some unsavory things for some rich pricks, and I highly suggest you avoid getting into debt with any of them.”
“Well, is there any other way you can think of? I need to get home…”
“Shayla,” he began, but saw the puppy dog eyes I was giving him. “I’ll look into it.”
New Quest! ‘Rank A: Gain Access to the Social District!”
Well this isn’t going to be as simple as I’d hoped it would be.
“We should get out there and do some looking of our own,” Rosemary suggested as she walked back over to me. “There’s no point just sitting around here and waiting for something to happen.”
I nod at her, as those were my thoughts exactly. “Thanks, I’m going to head out and check out the nearby city.”
“We may be safe in the city with the tree blocking out most of the night sky, but the Frokinko Lowercity is extremely dangerous after dark. The authorities don’t even police the Lowercity at night anymore, so it’s a free for all out there. So stay here till morning, for us. We’d worry too much if you were out there this late,” he warned as he looked at me with pleading eyes.
Letting out a groan, I shrug, “I guess. Where am I sleeping then?”
“We have a spare bedroom upstairs,” he said with a smile. “I’m sure Liz will set it up for you if you ask.”
“Stop volunteering me for things, you old man,” Liz said as she stepped into the workshop with three plates in her hands. She handed one to me and Liles, then sat down on a stool. “But I’ll help you get settled in, Shayla.”
“Thanks,” I said as I took the sandwich from the plate and took a bite. Shit, that’s got a weird but amazing taste to it! Fruity meat flavor.
“Don’t mention it,” she chuckled as she ate her own food.
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“Ready?” Scamp asked as Spark walked through the front door.
He had nothing on him but his saddlebags, “yep. Starlight is pissed, but she knows Shayla needs our help so she’s not going to stop me.”
“For real, thank you, Spark,” Mallogory said with a thankful smile on her face.
Spark just smiled at her and waved her off, “you guys are my family. I’d do anything for you all.”
Scamp walked over and gave him a quick hug before looking at Mallogory. “Let’s go get our daughter.”
With a nod, Mallogory raised the dagger and opened a portal, but before stepping through it, she looked at Scamp. “Bronwyn has not responded yet?”
Checking a communicator device, she just shook her head, “no. She must be busy or something. We’ll have to go without her.”
“I’d rather she be with us,” she said as she stepped through the portal, followed by the other two.
They found themselves in a very colorful void with nothing around them.
“Uh, Mallo? Is this the right place?” Scamp asked in confusion, looking around with a sour look on her face.
“It’s not,” she answered, just as confused. “I don’t know where we are…”
Without warning a strange being appeared in the middle of the three, a happy expression on its mask-like face.
“Oh shit!” Scamp yelped, dashing back and getting into a fighting stance, followed by the others.
But the colorful being didn’t react to them, just giggled and looked at Mallogory. “Ah, little Mallo returns home! I bet you had some fun out there, huh?”
Mallogory just blinked at her in confusion, “How do you know my name?”
The thing, which looked like a scarecrow, just smiled at her. “We’ve met before, but I wiped those memories from you, hon.”
“What is this?” Scamp asked, glaring at the scarecrow, looking ready to attack.
The colorful scarecrow turned to her and gave a little twirl. “Both parents? I’m assuming you’re both looking for little Shayla?”
“Where is she?!” Scamp yelled, not liking that this thing knew their daughter.
“She’s safe,” it assures them with a gleeful giggle.
“Where is she?!” Scamp repeated, taking a few steps towards the scarecrow..
Before she reached it, it spun around and disappeared, reappearing next to Spark. “You’re a strange one, hon. What’s this power I sense in you?”
Spark just smiled awkwardly, side stepping away from the colorful thing, not answering it.
This caused the thing to laugh, seeming to roll its eyes, “I’m not going to hurt ya’ll. I’m just making sure of your intentions. No need for this hostility.”
“Then start talking, where is our daughter?” Mallogory asked, cracking her knuckles.
“Frokinko, babe,” the scarecrow replied casually, causing Mallogory to frown. “It’s worse than you remember, hon. You’ve missed a lot since you’ve been gone.”
“Send us to Frokinko then,” Scamp demanded, but only got a giggle in response.
“I’m going to enjoy following your adventures,” the scarecrow remarked, then gestured to the dagger in Mallogory’s hand. “You’re not going to remember this, but this dimension is going into lockdown very soon. The Bossman is in one of his moods and is paranoid, so he’s turning off dimensional travel as a precaution. No idea when he’ll turn it back on though. So that won’t be of any use to you for a long while.”
“I don’t care, I just want to get to our daughter,” Scamp said, spitting onto the ground.
The scarecrow laughed at her actions, “I like you, hon. To bad you all won’t remember me, Vivi.”
In an instant the other two disappeared, leaving just Scamp and Vivi.
“Oh, you’re a very weird one, hon,” Vivi said, sliding up in front of Scamp. “I can’t erase your memories.”
“Good,” Scamp said with narrowed eyes.
“Now normally, I’d just send you away and not let you enter,” she started, causing a sneer to slowly appear on Scamp’s face. “But I want to see where this’ll go. So, good luck finding Shayla!”
Before she could respond, Scamp found herself suddenly standing in a dark forest of towering grass and rocks, with the other two looking around.
“There you are!” Mallogory said as she turned to face her wife. “We were worried you didn’t make it through the portal in time.”
“No, that scarecrow thing just held me up,” she said, getting confused looks from them. “Ah right, you don’t remember that apparently.”
“What?” Spark asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s not important,” Scamp said, waving their concern off. “We need to go to Frokinko, that’s where Shayla is.”
“What? How do you know that?” Mallogory asked with a look of disbelief.
“Okay look, we got stopped by something I guess is the guardian of this dimension and they told us where Shayla was, but it then wiped your memories,” Scamp said, clearly not happy having to explain everything.
“But not yours?” Spark asked.
“Nope, apparently it couldn’t for whatever reason. Can we get going?”
Mallogory looked around and sighed, “we can, but I don’t even know where we are.” She then looked at Scamp and pointed up. “Fly up real quick and see if you can see a massive tree anywhere near us. And by massive, I mean massive.”
With a salute Scamp took to the air and flew up high above the tall grass, looking around the area. It was dark, but the moonlight above gave enough light to see a few large trees all around them in the distance. But one stuck out the most, as it towered above all else, even mountains. It was far away, its sheer size the only reason she could even see it. To make it worse, it was on the other side of what looked like an ocean. The only good news was that the landmass they were on was connected to the one the tree was on, and there seemed to be what looked like railroads lining the land.
Behind her, she saw what looked to be a massive and impressive city. It wasn’t that far away, just a few hours walk.
Her eyes caught a glimpse of the moon above her, causing her to look up and frown at the skull-like moon above them.
From what Mallogory said it hurts to look at, and you definitely shouldn’t keep looking at it. But just staring at it didn’t seem to bother Scamp, so she just stared at it with a raised eyebrow.
“Ugly thing,” she muttered, shuttering a bit as it looked like its gaze shifted to her.
Deciding to move on, she flew back down to her two companions and landed before them.
“So?” Mallgory asked expectantly.
“Yeah, I saw the tree. But it’s very far away. Like it’d take me a few days of flying just to get too,” Scamp said with a frown.
“Great, did you see any towns?”
Scamp gave a nod and pointed behind herself, “yeah, a big one right over there, it’s near the ocean.”
With a quick glance around, Mallogory gave a nod. “Okay, well we need to get moving. I don’t want to have to deal with any Rust or other unsavory things right now.”
“That moon is creepy,” Spark muttered, looking away from the moon he’d just been staring at and rubbing his nose, which was bleeding a bit.
“Yeah, don’t even look at it, Spark,” Mallogory warned. “It’s dangerous to look at.”
“Wait, I just stared at it, am I going to be okay?!” he asked with a touch of panic.
She just chuckled at him as she began to walk in the direction of the city Scamp had pointed out, “you’ll be fine. Just looking at it for a bit will just cause headaches, nose bleeds, feeling sick, and if you’re unlucky, mania. But you look fine, so don’t worry about it. Just avoid looking at it in the future.”
“Can do,” he said, following after her as Scamp took up the rear.
Scamp growled a bit as she thought to herself. That scarecrow could have put them closer to that tree. What kind of game was it playing? Acting caring but then doing something like this?
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“Okay okay, we’re going,” Domitor said as he and Floria were pushed out the front doors and into the dark streets.
Floria just laughed as they were pushed outside, turning and giving them a bow. “Thank you for your hospitality!”
The man who had done most of the pushing just growled at them and slammed the doors to the Fun Palace.
Once they were alone, she turned to Domitor, giving him a happy smirk. “Have fun?”
He blinked at her then grined, “I did, till you got in a fight with the birthday boy.”
“What? He was being a brat, saying the big trampoline was reserved for just his friends. I had to put him in his place!” she protested, still smirking as she put her hands in her pockets.
“He was a child for one,” Domitor replied, chuckling at her shrug. “And two, it was his birthday. Coulda just let him have his day.”
“Nah, that’s not as fun,” she said with a wide smile that quickly faded as she looked past him, seeing Lenrick walking towards them.
“There you two are, I was starting to wonder if you’d run off to fuck or something,” he said crudely, winking at Floria. She just frowned back at him and turned her gaze to Domitor.
“Finally done?” Domitor asked, turning to face his friend.
“Oh yeah,” the man laughed with a wide smile. “This place is amazing, that’s for sure.” Then he let out a very loud yawn as he stretched his arms up, “now, we need to find a place to sleep, because these Kejtdra sure take a lot of you. You can just keep on pumping and they’ll-”
“That’s enough info,” Domitor interrupted, causing the man to laugh again. “I guess we can find an alley way or something.”
“Seriously?” Floria asked, rolling her eyes. “I’m right here and you’re talking about sleeping in an alleyway?”
“Why? Do you have a place of your own?” Lenrick asked, smirking at her.
She looked at him and raised her hand, flipping him off, “yep, sure do, creepy fuck.”
This only caused him to howl with laughter as he slapped his knee, “I like you even more now! You know how to pick ‘em, Dom!”
“Geez,” Domitor groaned, shaking his head with a frown.
Returning her hand to her pocket she spun around and began walking down the street at a leisure pace. “Well, come on you two.”
Lenrick leaned down and whispered into Domitor’s ear, “hey kid, are you interested in her at all?”
“No,” Domitor groaned, hating having to answer this question over and over again.
“Good, mind if I fuck her tonight?” he asked, a wide grin on his face.
“I don’t think she’s up for that,” Domitor replied.
This didn’t remove the man’s gleeful look, “they always come around, kid. Thanks for the permission.”
“I didn’t give you permission, I think she has to be the one to give that,” Domitor said, his eye twitching a bit for some reason.
But Lenrick just laughed and slapped his back as he stood up and followed after her.
This interaction didn’t sit well with Domitor, but he wasn’t sure how to react to it, or how to process it. So he just pushed it to the back of his mind and followed after his two friends.
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“Don’t judge the mess,” Floria said as they walked down the hallway, walking past other apartment doors. She came to a stop in front of one that had spray painted designs all over it, mostly angry smiling faces with their tongues sticking out.
She pushed the door open and walked in, throwing her arms out wide. “Welcome to my little slice of paradise!”
Domitor frowned as he stepped into the apartment, stepping over a lot of soda cans, bottles, and food cartons. The apartment was a complete mess, with trash piled up in the corners and all kinds of junk scattered across the floor.
“Damn girl, you live like this?” Lenrick exclaimed, kicking a pile of clothes and trash over.
“Yeah, I gots issues,” she laughed, moving to the couch, which had clothes and trash on it as well. She knocked it all off and waved for them to sit down.
“I did not expect this…” Domitor muttered as he and Lenrick walked over and sat down on the couch as she moved back to the kitchen.
“Hungry?” She asked, opening a fridge, which Domitor could see was basically empty.
“I’m good,” they both said at the same time, causing her to roll her eyes.
Lenrick leaned down and whispered to Domitor again, “this bitch is crazy. She said she has issues, and I wholeheartedly agree with her.”
“Be nice,” Domitor whispered, watching her go through her food, sniffing at it and frowning at it, dumping it into the sink.
“Well, I’m still going to try and score,” Lenrick said, causing Domitor to sigh.
“Okay, so I don’t actually have any edible food, so I can head out and grab some,” she said as she walked back over to them.
“Don’t worry about it,” Lenrick said as he opened his pocket dimension and pulled out a bag. “I’ll cover dinner tonight.” He tossed the bag to her, causing her to raise an eyebrow as she opened it and revealed all kinds of foods within it.
“Oh wow… I’ve never seen food like this before,” she said in awe, shifting through the packaged food items.
The man leaned back and smirked at her reaction, “yep, I guess that’d be considered exotic food for someone like you. It’s all instant, so just squeeze and shake it, and it’ll cook in a minute.”
She threw the bag down on the messy coffee table in front of the couch and began pulling out all kinds of foods, squeezing and shaking them all as she went. Each package began to smoke a bit as it cooked the contents.
“Well don’t eat it all,” Lenrick said as he leaned forward and grabbed a few packages for himself.
“Thanks, Lenrick,” Domitor said as he too took some food for himself.
“I got you guys,” Lenrick said, giving a wink to Floria.
She just sighed and ripped open a package once it stopped smoking, dumping the food into her mouth. “WOW!” she exclaimed with wide eyes as she dumped the rest into her mouth greedily. “This tastes so much better than takeout!”
“I’d hope so,” Lenrick laughed, using his fingers to shovel food into his own mouth. “This shit is hard to come by nowadays. The dimension they come from was destroyed by my boss.”
This didn’t seem to set well with Floria, but she held her tongue, as she had something else she wanted to ask and didn’t want to anger him yet. “So, that little pocket dimension you have, got anything cool inside it?”
“Why, want something?” he asked, a wide smile on his face as he looked at her.
She rolled her eyes, opening another package and eating the contents. “Not if you’re going to be creepy about it.”
“Fine,” he conceded, raising a hand.
“Do you have any cool books?” she asked carefully.
“Books?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, then started laughing. “I don’t carry books around with me! What are you? Some kinda nerd?”
A small sigh escaped her lips as she finished off her food and moved to the next one. “Just wondering is all.”
Domitor bumped his elbow against Lenrick, shaking his head at him.
Rolling his eyes, Lenrick opened the pocket dimension, “Okay, I’m sorry, that was rude of me, I guess. Want me to make it up to you?”
“You can try,” she replied, not even looking at him anymore.
“If you’re going to roll with us, I guess you need a real weapon,” he said, grabbing the edges of his pocket dimension and pulling them open wider as he reached in and pulled out a little device and tossed it onto the table before them. “Go ahead and pick something out.”
Floria looked at the device with a suspicious look as she grabbed it and looked at it. The screen seemed to display all kinds of weapons and their descriptions. “Oh… what?”
“Cool, huh?” he asked, smirking slyly at her reaction as she began to scroll through it.
She didn’t respond as she stared in awe at the device, scrolling slowly as she read each entry.
Lenrick bumped Domitor to get his attention. When he looked at his friend, the man made a vulgar gesture with his hands then pointed to the entranced Kejtdra woman.
This only made Domitor feel weird, as he didn’t like the way his friend was acting towards his other friend.
“Please stop that,” Domitor said in a low tone, causing the man to raise an eyebrow, then shrug.
“Sure, buddy.”
“This one,” she suddenly said, tossing the device back to Lenrick, who caught it and flipped it to face himself.
“What? This one? It’s way too big for you,” he said, shaking his head.
“Nah, its perfect,” she said confidently, putting her hands behind her head.
“It’s like over half your size though,” he countered, but she just shrugged. A smile appeared on his face, “so the lady likes them big?”
She made a finger gun gesture at him, smirking as she did so.
“Alright then,” he laughed, reaching into his pocket dimension and pulled out a rather large weapon, causing Domitor’s eyes to widen.
This thing was intimidating to look at. It didn’t have a stock like a normal rifle, but it had an enclosed space around the handle, allowing the user to spin it around their hand if they wanted to for whatever reason. The gun itself was large, with six power cells running down both sides of it. It was a bit bulky, and heavy looking. The barrel itself stuck a few inches out of the handguard, and looked pretty large, making it look like either a shotgun or cannon.
“Good ol’ Ego Blaster. This thing is unbonded, so you’re lucky, since it’ll bond with you perfectly. Just know, this thing packs a punch, and if you fire it at full power it’ll throw you all over the place,” he said, giving it a twirl and tossing it to her.
She caught it and smiled widely, taking it by the grip and spinning it, surprising Lenrick.
“That thing is heavy, and you’re just tossing it around like I would,” he said in awe, watching her get a feel for the gun.
“Yep, I’m pretty strong for my size,” she remarked, racking the slide and looking into the chamber. “Got the ammo for this thing?”
Without answer, he reached into pocket dimension and pulled out a weird device that had a few large shotgun style shells sticking out of it. “Sure do. This is a replicator, and makes an infinite amount of whatever you put in it. This bullet,” he said, pointing to one of the shells, “is a one of a kind. It’s an Ego Shell created by some guy, and he put his entire Soul into it, so now it’s got all kinds of properties to it. Downside is there is only one, hence why it’s in this Replicator. Do not take the original out of this thing, or it’ll fall apart.”
He tossed it to her and she caught it, smiling at the device she now held. A jelly like substance covered it, causing it to disappear into her Vacuole. She then flipped the gun over and began to slap her hand against the chamber, seeming to load shells into it as she pulled them from her Vacuole.
With a loud rack, she pumped the Ego Blaster, putting a round in the chamber. “Oh this is badass,” she said with a wide smile as she continued to flip the gun around her hand, enjoying herself.
“Careful, damn it,” Lenrick said in annoyance as the gun’s barrel spun in his direction the most.
She stopped, and sat down, the Ego Blaster disappearing into her Vacuole as well. Without a word of thanks, she went back to eating.
“If you pull the trigger, it’ll fire normally,” he said, shaking his head at her. “If you hold down the trigger, you can charge up a more powerful shot. But it’ll throw your tiny self all over the place.”
“I got it,” she said, finishing her food.
Domitor finished his food as well, a bit happy his two friends seemed to be getting along at least somewhat.
“So, where we sleeping tonight?” Lenrick asked suddenly, staring at her.
“You’re sleeping out here,” she said to Lenrick, nodding her head to the couch.
This brought a frown to his face, but he didn’t protest.
“And me?” Domitor asked, looking at the floor as he started to consider just going back out and finding an alleyway instead. He didn’t like the idea of sleeping down there on the dirty floor.
“I got a special place for you,” she laughed as she stood up and walked over to a pile of clothes and pulled out a blanket and pillow. With a grunt, she tossed them at Lenrick, who caught them and shook his head.
“I have my own, thank you,” he said, pulling his own blankets and pillows out of his pocket dimension.
She walked past the couch and opened a door that lead into another room. “Come on, Dom.”
Reluctantly, he stood up and followed her, finding himself in her bed room.
Just like the living room and kitchen, it was a mess. However there was no food in this room. Just all kinds of other junk and personal supplies.
Floria stepped over to the bed and cleared off some of her clothes and stuff. She then patted the bed, waving for him to come over.
“I… don’t feel comfortable sleeping in the same bed,” he said carefully, causing her to roll her eyes.
“We’re not sleeping in the same bed, dumb dumb,” she said as she grabbed one of the pillows off the bed and tossed it onto a couch that sat across from the bed. “I’m sleeping on the couch, and you’re in the bed.”
“And I’m not taking your bed from you,” he added, shaking his head.
“Shut up and let me be nice,” she grunted, moving to the couch and setting it up to sleep on.
He didn’t like this, as he felt like burden all of a sudden. “I’m okay sleeping on the couch.”
“So am I, so bleh!” she said, walking past him and out into the living room. “You done for the night, Lenrick?”
“I guess so,” was his response as she returned back into the bedroom and closed the door.
“I don’t know about you, Dom,” she said, her jacket disappearing as she put it away in her Vacuole, along with her shoes and pants. “But I’m beat. See you in the morning.”
Domitor looked away from her, as she only had on underwear, and frowned. “Couldn’t you’ve waited to get undressed when I wasn’t looking?”
“I don’t care,” she laughed, jumping on the couch and pulling up a blanket. “So are you a loud sleeper?”
“A what” he asked, moving to the bed and leaning down to sniff it, hoping it didn’t smell bad. Luckily, it didn’t smell as bad as he had thought it would, so he removed his bags and carefully climbed into bed.
“You know, snoring and all that shit? Do you sleep walk?” she asked, putting her hands behind her head.
“No?” he replied, staring up at the light above them, as it was still on.
“Good, because I’d hate to have to smother you to keep you quiet,” she said casually. After a moment she laughed, “I’m joking, by the way.”
“I figured,” he replied.
She raised her hand and threw a shoe at the wall, hitting the light switch and turning it off.
“Classy,” Domitor muttered, rolling over onto his side as he tried to get comfortable.
He had to admit, this was probably the most interesting place he’s ever had to sleep. And he’d just been in the house of a dead family the night before.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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2022-12-15T04:48:34+00:00
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Chapter 22
“This city is shaped like a royal crown?” Spark asked as the trio crested a hill, finally able to see the city before them.
“Ah, that’s Isse, the Capital of Hijern,” Mallogory said, frowning. “That means we are indeed very far from Frokinko. At least four days by train.”
Scamp looked the crown-shaped city over, shaking her head. The design was completely ridiculous, like they were trying to show off how powerful they thought they were.
“Anything we should know about this place?” Scamp asked as they continued forward.
“Yeah, don’t piss anyone off. They don’t mess around in the Capital City,” she warned, keeping her eye out for anything dangerous as they walked through the dark scenery.
“Feel like that’s directed at me,” Scamp said with a sly grin as her wife turned and gave her a wink.
“Just don’t be a hot head, love,” she chuckled as she reached over and gave her chin a little scratch.
Scamp side stepped over and bumped her flank against Mallogory’s leg. “Careful with those claws, sexy.”
“Guys, I’m still here,” Spark said from behind them, causing them both to laugh.
The two women just leaned into each other as Scamp stood up on her hindlegs, throwing a hoof around her wife’s lower back. They continued walking at a casual pace, speaking in low tones to one another.
Spark shook his head with a smile, letting them have their moment.
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“Back up,” the guard said, glaring at them as he stood in front of the gate, his fancy uniform making him look like a real piece of shit in Scamp’s opinion.
The trio stopped before him as he looked them over, then looked at Mallogory. “What are those things?”
“Those?” she asked with a smirk as she looked at Scamp and Spark. “They’re just my exotic pets. Bought them off of a government guy some time back.”
The guard nodded with a chuckle, “they sure are ugly looking. Especially the burned one.”
Scamp’s eyes narrowed, but Mallogory’s hand came down on her head, giving her a pat. “Watch your words, guard boy. Do you know who you’re speaking to?”
“No?” he began, now looking a tad bit unsure of himself.
“Yes, exactly. How about you watch your tone before you have to find out,” she said in a practiced ‘high and mighty’ tone.
“No, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am,” he said, standing up straight, deciding to play it safe.
“Now, point us towards the train station,” she said in an authoritative voice.
The guard turned to the right and pointed through the gate at a street beyond. “That street will take you to the train station. Should I call anyone for you?”
“No, we’ve got it from here,” she said, walking through the gate with the other two following close behind her.
“Strange creatures, those are,” the guard commented, but was ignored by all of them.
Scamp smirked as she quickly caught up to Mallogory and raised an eyebrow up at her. “Really? You used your dominant bedroom voice?”
“Worked, didn’t it?” she asked, sticking her tongue out at her.
The two began to get handsy again, rubbing against each other.
“Guys, please, wait till you’re out of sight,” Spark begged, but they ignored him. So he just averted his eyes, looking at the over the top buildings around them. Luckily no one else was out, so their trip to the train station was spent walking in silence, except for the two of them whispering to each other.
Upon arriving at the train station, the trio was pleased to see that a train was currently there.
“For once, some real luck,” Spark said, moving to catch up with them as they finally stopped leaning into each other.
“Alright, same game, different audience,” Mallogory said as she stepped ahead of them and pointed to a spot by some benches. “You two wait there and I’ll get the tickets.”
“Do we even have money?” Spark asked, but Mallogory just laughed as a few items appeared in her hands. “I still have some money I had from before I left here.”
“You kept all that?” Spark asked, getting a laugh out of Scamp.
“My beloved wife is a bit of a hoarder,” she said, followed by Mallogory flipping her off and walking to the building that housed the ticketbooth.
Spark smiled at the interaction, “you two are still just as fun as always.”
“Yeah,” Scamp chuckled, turning to him. “We just do whatever we want, and that somehow makes the other happy.”
“And you both still look like you’re in your thirties, so it just makes the interactions so much funnier to watch.”
She struck a pose with a wide smirk, “looking good for forty six, huh?”
“Looking VERY good for forty six,” Mallogory laughed as she returned to them.
“Thanks, babe,” Scamp laughed as she and Spark walked over to her. “Got them tickets?”
“I do indeed, got us a cabin, since we’re going to be on this stupid thing for four days,” she said, looking just as displeased as the other two at a four day train ride.
“Bleh,” Scamp muttered as she shook her head. “Guess it could be worse.”
“I mean, we could have been on the other side of the planet, so count yourself lucky,” Mallogory said, waving for them to follow.
“This is going to be the most boring four days of my life,” Scamp muttered as they neared the train.
“Don’t jinx us,” Spark said with a chuckle.
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Champion stared up at the night sky, eyes locked on the split moon. He had not moved in hours, as he was still on the mountain side, thinking.
He’d probably be there for a long time after as well, as he didn’t know what to do now. He just wanted to be alone to think, sort things out.
“This isn’t right,” he muttered to himself. “This isn’t how the story is supposed to go. I’m the protagonist after all…”
“So narcissistic, yet so true,” a voice said from behind him, causing him to grow as he stood up and turned to face the unwelcome intruder.
A beautiful female unicorn stood before him with a calm smile on her face. She looked unremarkable, with a simple spell book as a cutie mark and dark red fur. Her mane and tail were white.
“Leave,” he said, willing to give her a chance to walk away alive.
“Star Chaser,” she said calmly, a smile on her face. “Or do you actually prefer Champion?”
“It’s Champion,” he growled, eyes starting to glow purple. “My patience is running thin right now. Go.”
“I have a deal for you,” she said, ignoring his glowing eyes.
“I’m not interested in a deal with an old mare,” he said, no longer caring as his eyes flashed and a beam blew through the mare. Yet, she didn’t move or seem affected as the beams just phased right through her, leaving her unharmed.
“Are you done?” she asked in amusement, brushing off her chest as a show of disrespect.
“What do you want?” he growled, not pleased she was still alive.
“Like I said, a deal,” she said, walking over to him and stopping a few feet from him.
“And what kind of deal are we talking about?”
“The kind that benefits you more than it does me,” she said with a large grin.
“I’m listening,” he said as he waved for her to continue.
“Good boy,” she laughed, her horn flashing as a few statues appeared behind her.
He looked at them with a raised eyebrow, then to her. “What is this?”
“I will provide a way for you to get everything you want, and all I ask in return is all the Holy Energy in all the Bronies. Namely Lance’s.”
“And how do they factor into this?” he asked, pointing a hoof at the statues. “I don’t need help to achieve my dreams.”
“You do if you want to remain the good guy in the eyes of the people,” she countered, then her horn flashed again as an item appeared before him. “I also will give you this, it’ll help you with your little… love problem.”
He eyed the item, then her, “what is this exactly? Who are you?”
“A friend,” she replied evenly. “I’ve tried gaining what I want by helping others, giving them what they desire most in exchange for their Holy Energy. But only a few took this deal, like that dragon Brony. Now no one is taking my deals, so I’m changing my tactics.”
“Why are you after the Holy Energy? The last one to try that was Nightmare, and we all know how that went,” he said back, standing above her with narrowed eyes.
“I have my own reasons,” she said, smiling up at him. “I’m offering you the chance to take everything you want, and still be seen as the hero. How’s that sound?”
He huffed, but the thought did entice him as he looked out at the scenery before him, and the two cities. “What is this plan of yours?”
This caused her to smirk as she turned to face the statues. “Simple. I’ve already spoken with each of them, and they’re all in agreement with this plan, they just need someone from the Royal Family to break them out of their stone prisons, and we can begin.”
“Let’s say I agree with this plan of yours. How does this help me at all?” he asked, stepping around her to stare at the statues before him, knowing them well.
“They’ve all agreed to listen to you and only you, and once you gain control, all they ask is to be allowed to do what they desire most,” the mare said from behind him.
“I’m still not convinced.”
She sighed, sounding a bit annoyed. “If you must know, they will be attacking everyone down there, and then you will come in and save them. And if the Princesses somehow disappeared in that time, then no one would suspect you.”
“You’re telling me to kill my own mother and aunt?” he asked, glaring at her.
“The thought hasn’t crossed your mind?” she asked with a knowing smile.
“Of course it has,” he growled, eye twitching. “But to actually do it…”
“You can rule, with your Queen at your side,” she said, seeming to slither around to his left side. “It’s what you desire most. It’s what you deserve.”
“You are right about that at least,” he said, looking at each statue again. “So I accept this deal and all you want is to take everyone’s Holy Energy?”
“That’s all,” she confirmed with a wide smile.
“Can that one even be controlled?” He asked, pointing to one in particular.
“Him? No, of course not. But he has his own reasons for going along with this plan. He’s very respectful of you though, which I can confirm are his true feelings. All of them in fact respect you, and want to willingly help you.”
This caused him to smirk, “okay. Last thing. Are they willing to not play around this time? They each lost because they were not violent enough.”
“Trust me,” she said with an evil look on her face. “I’m personally going to grant each one of them a boon. They’ll be formidable foes indeed.”
“And who are you to be granting boons like that?” He asked, glancing at her.
“Me? I’m unimportant,” she said with a chuckle. But at his continued stare, she bowed. “I am known as the sorceress Lilith.”
“Okay, Lilith, I’ll play along with your game. But don’t think your magic tricks can keep you safe from me if you betray me.”
“Betraying you is not in my best interest,” she admitted, laughing. “This will be a mutual agreement, with me acting as more of an advisor than a partner.”
“And that item, how does it help me get Azure Moon to be my Queen?” He asked as he looked at the little orb floating next to her.
“Simple, it just makes your desires manifest and will force her to be yours.”
He frowned, “ I want her, not a mind controlled version of her.”
“Oh it’ll be here,” she assured with an evil look on her face. “This’ll just make her want to obey you. She’ll be herself and all yours.”
“Perfect,” he said with a smirk. “Alright then, Lilith, we have a deal.”
The area around them darkened as her eyes flared as a crazy smile overtook her face. “Excellent! Release them from their prisons of stone and metal!”
Champion turned to the statues, all stone except for one that was made of metal. His father and his friends were responsible for each of them being locked away, so he knew the correct way to get them out.
“Release!” He roared in his Royal Canterot voice, shaking the whole mountain.
All four statues began to shake as lights began to weep through the cracks. With a shattering sound, the four beings broke from their prisons and fell forward onto the ground.
“Finally!” A Pegasus yelled as he stood up, rubbing his neck and flexing his wings. “They froze me in such a stupid pose! And it hurts!”
“Stop whining,” another growled as it stood up, standing taller than the others. It flexed its claws and smirked.
“Out of all of us, you are the least useful,” a tall pony said with a calm yet smug sneer on his face.
“Hey!” The Pegasus yelled but was cut off by a glare from the other two.
“Ah, we finally meet,” the last one said as he walked over to stand before Champion. “It’s good to finally meet someone in the family who isn’t useless.”
Champion stared at the beefy and bulky male before him, a smirk sliding onto his face. His father did not do this guy justice in his descriptions.
“Yes, it’s good to finally meet you, Grandfather.”
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Living The Dream
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When the world ends, a young man gets a chance to relive his life in the world of Equestria.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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2022-12-11T18:33:32+00:00
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Chapter 23
The next morning
Daily Quest complete! 3 skill points awarded!
You have 7 unspent points!
I let out a sigh as I finished the last set of push ups, having saved them for last.
Now that I’d finally finished up the morning routine, I walked over and picked up my jacket, as it was the only thing I wasn’t wearing. As I put it on I stepped out of my room and walked down the hall and into the living room.
“We’re just now getting a final count on the number of victims from last night's gruesome attacks,” a female reporter said from the radio across the room. “Seventy three… yes, it is confirmed that seventy three Kejtdra were found dead inside Hailmon Park this morning, all with various wounds. Authorities on scene believe it was done by some kind of feral animal, or possibly a Rust. But we are here to assure you that there are NO Rust inside the city. This is the work of a rogue animal, as the wounds are a clear indicator of that.”
“This place sure is dangerous it seems,” I said aloud as I walked past the radio and out the front door, the sun beaming down on me. Looking around, I saw that the streets were mostly empty, but there were still plenty of people walking around, probably going to work or something. I don’t know what people do here.
I shoved my hands into my pockets as I strolled down the street, with everyone just ignoring me. Which is good, that means I’m blending in. My legs may be backwards in comparison to theirs, but apparently that’s only noticeable if you’re paying attention.
So I don’t actually have a real plan. I’m just going to head to the downtown section of this city and see what I can figure out. Got to start somewhere, right?
Checking my pockets real quick, I confirmed I still had the money Liles and Liz gave me. Apparently enough to get by out here, but I don’t understand the currency that well yet.
“I do, it’s pretty simple, Shayla,” Rosemary said as she laid on a trashcan up ahead. “I’ll tell you if you’re being dumb with money.”
“Thanks,” I said as I rolled my eyes. I’m not smart, but I’m not that dumb.
She didn’t answer as she rolled off the trashcan and disappeared from sight.
Continuing down the street, I took notice of a few stores that appeared to actually be open and running. There were not many, as every building I passed was mostly just run down and abandoned looking.
“A Rust in the city?” she heard someone say as she walked past a building with a few open windows.
“It’s clearly a new kind of monster, you hear about the range of wounds?”
I didn’t stop to listen to them as I continued down the street. Clearly what I heard on the radio is not normal for this place.
Keeping my head up and on a swivel, as I did not trust anyone here, I continued down the street, following the few signs I could see that guided me towards downtown.
After what felt like an hour of walking, I found myself in a part of the city that actually looked alive, with every building looking to be occupied and open, and crowds of Kejtdra walking around.
Okay, now what?
“Try there,” Rosemary said, pointing over to a sign, then fading away as she appeared under it.
Moving closer, I saw she was looking at a sign that read ‘Big Olives Auction: Rare and unique items for sale! Right near the Social District, all welcome!’
“Why an auction? We do not have the money for something like that,” I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“Rare and unique items attract some very interesting people,” she said with a smile. “We could potentially find someone who can guide us to gaining access to the Social District.”
“Good point,” I said with a nod, turning to follow the sign. At least it was a start.
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Domitor woke up with a start, looking around in a slight panic as he had forgotten where he was. But it didn’t take him long to remember he was in Floria’s apartment, and not back home.
Looking to the couch, he saw that she was still there, snoring loudly. How had he slept through that?
Grunting a bit, he climbed out of the bed and walked for the door, but tripped over some trash and fell face first onto the ground. Pushing himself back up, now with a sore snout, he glanced at her, seeing she’d slept through all the noise.
“Huh,” he muttered, stepping through the door and into the living room.
“Hey, bud,” Lenrick said from the couch.
Domitor smiled as he turned to him, but the scowl on the other man's face confused him. “What’s wrong?”
“What do you think of Floria?” he asked suddenly, arms crossed.
“She’s weird and messy, and possibly a psychopath,” Domitor said, not sure where this was going. “But she’s honestly not a bad person from what I can tell, she’s just got issues.”
“You got that right, she has issues,” he grumbled. “She came out here last night to get some food, in her underwear, that’s clearly a sign asking for sex, right?”
“No?” Domitor said slowly, raising an eyebrow.
“It is,” he assured him, throwing his arms out wide. “And when I tried to come onto her, she laughed and went back to bed. If it wasn’t for you being in there, she’d regret that shit.”
This did not sit well with Domitor at all, as he felt there was something implied here, something he did not like to think about. “But, you’re just venting right now, right? You wouldn’t actually do something like that to her, right?”
Lenrick looked at him, frowning, “kid, its best we change the subject. How’d you sleep? Good?”
“I…” he started, blinking at his friend in confusion and worry. “... Yeah, I slept good.”
“Awesome, at least one of us did,” he said, getting up and revealing he was nude. “I’m going back to that club.”
“You are?” Domitor asked with an upset look on his face. “But what about me?”
“I don’t know, figure something out,” he said as he pulled on his pants. But when he looked at Domitor and saw his sad face, he sighed and pulled out a device for him. “Here, press this and I’ll come running, okay?”
“Okay,” Domitor muttered, taking the device. “Please don’t stay there long. I want to explore some more with you today.”
Lenrick sighed, then raised his hand, giving the stallion a thumbs up, “for you, kid, I’ll do a quickie. I just gotta relieve this fucking tension that little bitch in there created.”
“Please don’t call her a bitch,” Domitor asked, causing the man to roll his eyes.
“Fine. I hope you get something out of her at least,” he said, moving for the front door as he pulled on his jacket.
Domitor didn’t say anything as the man walked out the door and slammed it shut behind him.
With a conflicted feeling deep inside of him, he sat down on the couch and stared at the floor.
“The guys an asshole, don’t let him get to you,” Floria said from her doorway, fully dressed.
“He’s just…” he began, then sighed. “I don’t know.”
She looked at him, a frown on her face, “are you okay?”
“I will be,” he answered solemnly.
A smile broke across her face as she dashed forward and grabbed his hoof, hauling him up, “you need to cheer up and get your mind in a happier place. And I know just how to do that! Come on!”
He groaned as she pulled him through her apartment and out into the hallway.
“Where are we going?” he asked as she locked the door behind her.
“A place,” she answered cryptically, winking at him.
“Is it going to annoy me?” he asked with a frown.
“I dunno, guess we’ll find out!” she giggled, putting her key away and grabbing his hoof again. With a squeal of delight she pulled him down the hallway, heading in the opposite direction Lenrick would have gone.
As they walked out the back door, Floria came to a halt, causing Domitor to run into her back.
Before he could ask why, he heard someone chuckle.
“Trying to sneak out the back?” A man asked.
Floria grunted, letting go of Domitor’s hoof and crossing her arms, “not trying to avoid you or any of his guys. Just didn’t want to deal with someone else.”
“Sure,” the large Kejtdra replied as he pushed himself off of the wall he was leaning on and stepped up to her, towering above her. “He needs to see you.”
“Tell him I’ll be there in a few hours,” she said with a sneer.
“He’s not happy about you not stopping by to drop off your haul,” the Kejtdra said with a smirk. “It’s almost like you were trying to steal it.”
“Obviously not, I’m not dumb,” she said. “Now move, I have somewhere to be.”
He just laughed, reaching out and grabbing her by the coat. “No, you’re coming with me and talking to the boss.” With a hard yank, he jerked her towards him.
With a whoosh, Domitor zipped next to them and slammed a hoof right into the arm of the man, causing him to yelp in shock and pain as his arm was forced away from Floria.
“She said she’ll come by later,” he said forcibly, squaring up with the man as he held his arm.
“Domitor, no,” Floria said, stepping between him and the large man.
“I should kill that thing!” the Kejtdra roared, his arm very obviously broken as he stood up holding it.
“No, you’re not,” she said with a glare. “I’m going to see your boss, and I’m bringing him with me. Why don’t you go get that arm checked out.”
“Bitch,” he growled, seeming to be held back by something else other than himself as he turned and walked away.
Once he was gone, she turned to Domitor with a sad smile on her face. “Thanks for that, Dom. But please, don’t interfere in my business again. Okay?”
This confused him, as he thought he was helping, but her words and the look on her face said otherwise. So he gave a nod, “okay. I’m sorry.”
She gave a nod and turned, putting her hands in her pockets. “Come on, guess we should make a pit stop before I take you to my special place.”
“Are you in danger?” he asked as he followed her.
“Everyone is in some kind of danger in this city,” she said with a forced laugh.
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“This next item up for bid is a lovely vase from the-”
“This is boring as fuck,” I groaned from my seat in the back of the room. We’d been here an hour, and nothing interesting had happened, and I’ve seen no one who looked even remotely like they could help me. Just a bunch of poor and dirty Kejtdra. Definitely not anyone who could show me how to get a VIP access card.
“Looks can be deceiving, Shayla,” Rosemary said from in front of me where she sat on top of some large guy's head. “There are seven Kejtdra in here that I can see who might be able to help you. You just have to look past their outward appearance and watch their actions.”
‘Watch their actions? Now you’re sounding like my mother,’ I thought with a frown, but I decided to listen to her as I scanned the room yet again. Just like the last few times, I didn’t see anyone who stuck out.
As I watched everyone, I saw at least one person do something odd. A Kejtdra in a messy suit in the back was giving nods and little hand gestures to no one around him.
“Good, Shayla,” Rosemary said with a smile. “Keep going.”
Following his motions and occasional gaze, I saw another Kejtdra across the room who was watching him, giving small nods as well. That Kejtdra was then looking elsewhere and making a few gestures.
‘What are they doing?’ I asked, confused by what I was seeing. Rosemary didn’t offer me any help, just smiled at me.
“You got this, just focus,” she said, looking a bit proud.
Sighing, I moved my gaze to follow the second guy's motions, but whoever he was looking at was behind the stage.
Seeing Rosemary’s expectant stare, I rolled my eyes and casually got up and walked along the seated Kejtdra in the row I was currently in. Once I was at the end of the row, I could now see who the Kejtdra was gesturing to. Almost hidden behind the stage, and only noticeable if you were looking for them, was a Kejtdra who was looking out at the crowd and the Auctioneer.
They weren’t doing much, other than watching the one Kejtdra giving him hand signals, and it looked like he was talking to someone.
I moved closer, acting as casual as I could as I kept my eyes on the stage and the Kejtdra who was hidden behind it. Carefully, I walked past the Kejtdra who was giving the hand signals. He stopped when I approached, acting like he wasn’t watching me as I stepped past him.
Doing my best to ignore him, I walked over to a trash can and acted like I threw something into it, then just leaned against the wall.
“You need to work on your subterfuge, Shayla,” Rosemary warned with a shake of her head. “You’re being obvious.”
‘I’m fine,’ I assured her, seeing that the Kejtdra had gone back to making hand signals to the man behind the stage.
From my new spot I could see a shadow moving around in the back, touching items and causing them to disappear as a jelly-like substance covered them. Then my eyes landed on four prone Kejtdra that looked like guards.
Ah, think I just stumbled upon some kind of criminal activity.
“Don’t move, don’t react, just take four steps to your left,” a voice suddenly said from next to me on my right.
Glancing over, I saw a new Kejtdra was next to me, his suit cleaner than the other ones.
“Or what?” I asked with a smirk.
“Or this,” he said as grabbed my arm suddenly, causing my entire body to seize up for a second as a strong electrical force shot through me. It wasn’t enough to drop me, but it was definitely enough to get my attention. “Now move.”
Reluctantly I side stepped to my left and was pushed by the man through a door, now no longer in the crowded room. We were now in a side hallway it seems.
“You a cop? Special Unit? Royal Guard?” someone asked as the man behind me blocked the doorway.
Looking to my right I saw four well dressed Kejtdra standing there, all looking very intimidating.
“Uh, no to all that,” I said, squaring up with them and side stepping away from the man.
“Then why are you watching us so closely?” the main Kejtdra asked.
Rosemary appeared before us, frowning. “Be honest, this isn’t ideal, but it’s what we were looking for.”
“I need help getting a VIP access card, and I had a feeling someone doing criminal activity of any kind might know something,” I said bluntly, getting a few eye raises.
“You’re just some kid, why do you need a VIP access card?” he asked, crossing his arms.
“I’m not a fucking kid,” I snapped, getting a few snickers in response. “Can you all help, or have I wasted my time?”
“You’re acting like you’re the one in charge here, or that you have a say in any of this,” the man said with a chuckle. “You’re the one who’s snooping around our business, and you have the balls to ask us for something?”
“Yeah,” I said as I glared at all of them. “So we doing this? Or am I out of here?”
He stared at me, seeming to weigh his options. “You know what, kid, I like you. Got guts. So here’s what we’ll do; I’ll ask the boss if he wants to see you, and if so then we’ll do a meeting. But if you end up being a cop or a Gloomer…” he let that hang in the air.
“The fuck is a Gloomer?” I asked despite myself.
The man just smiled at me, “exactly what a cop would ask. Gloomer, the hired muscles of the rich pricks from above.”
“I ain’t that either then,” I replied evenly.
“We’ll see,” he said, nodding to the man next to me.
He reached for me but time seemed to slow as I dodged his hand, slamming my own closed fist into his throat. With a yelp he collapsed onto the ground, coughing as he held his throat.
“Bad move, kid,” the guy said, shaking his head. “You want our help, and you attack us?”
“I’m not playing this your way,” I said back to him, squaring up with the four Kejtdra. “I’m not here to fight, so let’s just keep this civil.”
“You want something from us? Then you play by our rules,” he said with a smile.
I looked between them and then down to the still coughing man next to me. “Fine. But I’m not being restrained if that’s what you were trying to do.”
The man just shrugged, waving the coughing Kejtdra next to me off. “Okay, missy. Follow my man here, he’ll take you to a meeting spot. The boss will decide if he’ll do business with you or not from there.”
“Works for me,” I said, watching as one of them walked towards me and carefully walked around me, waving for me to follow.
I gave the others a quick glare before following after the Kejtdra.
“Keep your guard up, Shayla, I don’t trust them,” Rosemary warned.
‘I don’t trust them either,’ I thought to her, giving her a nod.
We walked outside the building and the man began walking down the street, heading away from the auction house and away from the gates of the Social District.
New Quest! ‘Rank E: Meet the Boss!’
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“That’s the new plan?” the Pegasus asked with a frown as he looked up at Champion as he floated above them. “But this is not the plan Lilith came up with.”
“Lilith is not the boss here,” Champion said in a cold voice. “That would be me. She gave me the idea, but she is not the one in charge here. Her plan is simple minded.”
“Are you sure of this?” the tall stallion asked, a sly grin on his face. “I’m all for this new plan. The old one was… boring.”
“This is how things will go, and you all will do as you’re told. Any problems with that?” Champion asked, eyeing each one of them.
“None at all,” the stallion said with a bow.
“This new plan is more up my alley, so I am ready for it,” the griffon laughed, not bowing as he smirked at his grandson.
“I guess as long as I get to have some fun, I’m down for it,” the Pegasus conceded, bowing as well.
The final one laughed loudly, standing tall as he refused to bow as well, “you are nothing like your father. You are better fit to rule than he ever was.”
“I know,” Champion agreed, smirking at them. “Everyone clear on this plan?”
They all give a nod.
“Perfection,” he said, pointing to the two towns in the distance. “Then go.”
As they all began to walk forward, a sinister smile appeared on his face.
“And remember, no one is off limits.”
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 24
“Just let me do all the talking,” Floria said with a wide smile as she and Domitor walked down the long hallway with heavily armed Kejtdra leaning out of all the doors, watching them with bored expressions.
“Gladly,” Domitor muttered as she laughed and put her hands behind her head, walking confidently down the hall, eyes locked on the door at the end.
Once they reached it she threw it open violently and stepped in, throwing her hands out wide, “Rig! I heard you thought I skipped town with your haul?”
Stepping in behind her, Domitor found himself in an overly decorated room, which did not fit the rest of the building at all. As the rest of the building looked a bit run down,this room was covered floor to ceiling in art and valuables.
A massive desk sat at the other end of the room with a very fit and refined looking male Kejtdra standing before it. He had a displeased look on his face as he stared at them, his white blazer open at the top as its collar flared up dramatically.
“Prove my informant wrong,” he said simply, hands behind his back as he stared at her coldly.
With a laugh she flung open her jacket, revealing all the items she’d stolen the day before. “Got it all right here!”
“And the ONE item I requested?” he asked, looking unimpressed.
“Eh,” she said with a nervous chuckle. “I got distracted…”
“By this thing?” he asked, gesturing to Domitor.
“I’ll get it though! I finally know how to do it, this guy right here has a cool power that isn’t a Thorn!” she said, sounding a bit desperate suddenly.
“Show me,” the man asked, staring at Domitor with a cold indifference.
“Go on, show him,” she said as she looked at him with an almost pleading look.
Domitor didn’t like this, not one bit. But her pleading look swayed him as he sighed and shot a tendril forward and zipped across the room, appearing by the large desk.
This brought an amused smile to the man's face as he turned to look at the stallion who now stood near him. “Now that’s intriguing. Tell me your name.”
“Domitor,” he said, getting a glare out of the man.
“Full name,” the man demanded.
“Domitor… Pompeo,” he said, choosing to use his father’s real last name and not the fake one he used in Equestria.
“Well, Mr. Pompeo, what is this power of yours if not a Thorn?” he asked, standing up straight before him with eyes filled with interest and greed.
“I’m not actually sure,” he said, getting a raised eyebrow from the man. “It was gifted to me by a dark mysterious man in some kind of void dimension.”
“A gift from a God? You’re claiming to have a gift from the Gods?” he asked, looking very amused. “No matter. True or not, that is an interesting and useful ability you have.”
“Thank you,” Domitor said, glancing to Floria, who was looking very nervous.
“Are you going to be helping our young Ms. Feit over there?”
Domitor stared back at him, unsure of how to answer this. He didn’t even know what she was supposed to be doing, as she hadn't been as open with him as he thought she had. “Depends on what it is I guess.”
“Good,” the man said as he turned and walked around his desk. “She’ll inform you of what must be done. I expect results by the end of the week.” As he sat down, he smiled at her, crossing his hands in front of his face as he leaned forward. “Right, Floria?”
“Yes,” she said simply, shoving her hands into her pockets.
A sinister looking smile formed on his face as he gave a single nod, “Go.”
“Come on, Dom,” Floria said, waving for him to follow her.
He cast one last glance at the well dressed Kejtdra before walking after her, his eyes never leaving him.
“Floria, one last thing,” the man said, causing them both to turn just as they reached the door. A large shadow loomed up behind him, a wide smile on its face as the man and this shadow stared at them. “Don’t break your contract. I’d hate for you to face… consequences.”
“I ain’t breaking my stinking contract,” she said defiantly as she grabbed Domitor by the leg and dragged him out of the room. The door slammed shut on its own.
“What was-” he started, but she jerked him hard to follow.
“Not in here,” she said calmly as they walked past all the guards again.
After making their way through the building and back out into the street, she turned away from him, hands shoved back into her pockets.
“So what am I mixed up in?” he asked as he stared at her back.
“I’m sorry, Dom. I’m a fuck up,” she said in a low voice. “I should’ve dealt with this last night before going to bed.”
“What is this thing he’s wanting you to get?”
She let out a sigh and turned around, “there’s a Government official here in the city from the Capitol, and he’s supposed to be picking up a prototype weapon from the labs up in the top of the tree. But I missed my chance to nab it yesterday when they were moving between sections.”
“So he wants you to grab this prototype weapon?” Domitor asked, getting a nod in response. “And you missed your chance already? So what are we supposed to do?”
A cool smile appeared on her face as she leaned back a bit, “well, we’ll have one more chance to grab it. It’ll be when he’s leaving the city, but he’ll be under heavy guard by his personal Gloomers.”
“Gloomers?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, heavily armed fuckers who kill on sight, and are above the law in all ways,” she said, her smile not faltering.
“And we have to somehow get in there, take this item, and get out without hurting them?” Domitor asked with a raised eyebrow. “I’d say that’s impossible.”
“Who said we’re not hurting them?” she asked with a laugh. “These guys are the worst of the worst. I’ve personally seen them kill a group of kids because they were in the way of a convoy. I say they get no sympathy.”
Domitor frowned, as he still wasn’t set on killing someone, even if they’re apparently evil and deserve it. “When is he leaving the city?”
“Two days from now,” she replied back, tilting her head to the side as she smirked at him. “You down, Domitor?”
He stared at her for a long moment before sighing and giving a nod, “I guess so.”
“Awesome sauce,” she exclaimed, turning and walking away down the street.
“Now tell me what that shadow thing was behind that guy,” he said as he caught up to her.
“Ah, yeah that,” she said, her smile wavering a bit. “Rig back there has a Thorn called Contract, and he’s able to make contracts with others for basically anything. And that shadow thing? That’s the Enforcer of the Contract. It makes sure everyone under contract performs as they’re supposed to, and will punish them with the terms of the contract if they don’t follow it. And if you break it, it just kills you.”
“And you’re under contract with him?” Domitor asked with a grimace.
“Yep,” she said, her smile twitching as she tried to maintain it. “I needed food and a place to live, so I signed a contract with him. He makes sure my rent is paid and I do as I’m told. It’s not really that bad of a deal, to be honest. Others have it worse.”
“When’s your contract over?” he asked, not liking the idea of this contract ability.
She just laughed a bit, “don’t worry about that. Right now, we have nothing to do. So I say we go check out that place I was trying to take you to earlier.”
He didn’t like she wasn’t being open with him, but again, he realized sometimes people may want to keep certain things hidden.
“Let’s go then,” he said, causing her smile to return in earnest.
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“Where’s this boss of yours?” I asked as I sat at the table inside the pavilion, the park around us was mostly empty, as this seemed to be a seedy part of town. But to be honest, all I’ve seen of this place is seedy areas, so I guess I’ll have to use another word to describe shitty places like this.
“He’s been informed of your desire to speak with him, so we’ll know his answer shortly,” the angry looking Kejtdra said as he leaned on the pavilion's railings, mostly ignoring me.
“I’m not waiting forever,” I said in an annoyed tone.
“Alright, leave whenever you want,” he replied back, just pissing me off more.
Instead of continuing to argue with him, I just leaned onto the table and rubbed my face. An hour here just waiting, nothing happening. This was killing my ADHD.
“So, you are the one who almost disrupted an operation and then demanded a meeting with me?” a smooth and suave voice said as I heard someone walking up behind me.
Turning around I was greeted by a Kejtdra in a weird getup, a charming smile plastered on his face. The little golden jewelry on his tail caught my eye as particularly weird. He was flanked by two emotionless guards, both looking very unimpressive.
“Don’t judge them by their looks,” Rosemary said, appearing next to one and pointing to his wrapped hand. “They have Thorn’s, so their threat level is unknown.”
“You this boss they all keep talking about?” I ask, standing up and staring defiantly at his little posse.
“That I am,” he said with a laugh as he stepped forward and held a hand out to me. “Rig Fanden. King of the Undercity.”
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“Self appointed or did you actually earn that title?” I asked with a smirk.
He just continued to smile at me as I took his hand and shook it hard. “You’re a cocky one.”
“I get that from my mother,” I retorted back.
“Where’d you get the ancient Laughing Drake’s jacket?” he asked, a bit of interest on his face.
“Some old guy gave it to me,” I admitted, not thinking I’d need to lie about that.
“Very interesting…” he said as he gestured to the table, “take a seat.”
I just smirked back at him. “Think I’ll stand.”
“Suit yourself,” he said as he sat down and leaned on the table. “A VIP access card? That’s what you’re after?”
“Yep, that's something you can do?” I asked as I crossed my arms, staring at him with narrowed eyes.
Holding up his hand, a gold plated card appeared in his hand. “A trivial request.” As I eyed it hard, he pulled it back into his Vacuole.
“What do you want for it?” I asked, getting straight to the point.
A wide smile formed on his face as a large piece of paper appeared on the table in front of himself. “Let’s make a deal, hm? You do a little something for me, and I give you the VIP access card.”
“Depends on what you want me to do,” I said, watching him closely.
“Just a simple job,” he said as words began to slowly burn themselves into the paper before him. “Are you good with technology?”
I rolled my eyes and tapped my wrist, “yep. Need me to delete your internet history or something?”
He laughed, despite clearly not getting the joke, “funny, yes. No, I need someone to break into a certain place and retrieve some data for me. Are you capable of this as well?”
That sounds way too easy, there has to be a catch. “Why not send one of your men to do it? This sounds like the simplest job ever.”
“It is simple,” he agreed, smiling at me. “But I can’t be connected to this job at all. If you’re caught, we never met. I require your complete discretion.”
Letting out a sigh I just shrug and step forward. “So I do this, and you give me the VIP access card? No strings attached?”
“Preciously,” he said with a wide smile as he pushed the paper towards me as it continued to burn words into itself. “Just sign this contract.”
“Why?” I ask, glaring at the paper as it gave me a very uncomfortable feeling.
“To ensure you follow my guidelines,” he said as the words finally stopped appearing on the paper. “Just a simple precaution.”
Rosemary appeared over the paper and read it quickly, frowning. “This says that if you disclose your involvement with this guy to anyone, you’ll die on the spot.”
“What kind of contract is this? If I mention this job to anyone, I just die?” I asked, sneering at him.
He blinked in confusion, as I hadn’t even bent over to read it. “How’d you…” then his eyes flashed a strange amber color as he turned his head right to Rosemary. “Ah, that’s very interesting.”
Rosemary stared at him with a worried look as she took a step back, his eyes following her. “Oh he can see me…”
“And hear you,” he said with a sly smile. “So you have a little spirit following you around? Interesting…”
Without a word, Rosemary disappeared, no longer feeling comfortable being here with this guy being able to see and hear her.
“What’s your game here?” he asked as he turned his gaze back to me.
“I’ve told you, I need that VIP access card,” I repeated, glaring at him. “My ‘spirit’ as you called it is just a part of me. So don’t even worry about that.”
“I think I’ll be the one to choose what I worry about,” he chuckled, shoving the paper back to me. “The only way you’re getting this card is if you sign this, with your FULL NAME and do as I ask.”
I eye the paper, thinking about it. To be honest, this job seemed to be super simple, and all I had to do was not tell anyone who I was working for. I’ve done harder things in the past.
“Fine, deal,” I said as I leaned over, taking a quill fountain pen that had appeared out of nowhere, and signed the contract with my full name. The moment I added my name to the paper, it glowed bright red as a shadow flew up behind him and took the contract, shoving it into its mouth and smirking at me.
Quest accepted! ‘Rank C: Data thief!’
“Ah, Shayla Beltosh,” he said, somehow now knowing my name without having to see the paper. “I look forward to seeing how you handle yourself. I may have more work for you if this goes well.”
“I only need the one job,” I replied as he stood up and stepped back, placing a packet on the table and pushing it towards me.
“I’ll be seeing you, Ms. Beltosh,” he said with a half bow as he spun around and walked away with his two guards.
The guy who had brought me here also walked after them, not even saying a word to me.
Once they were gone, I reached down and grabbed the packet. There wasn’t much in it, just a few pictures and a piece of paper describing what I needed to do. As I thought, this was simple.
Break into some facility, steal the data from some kind of database, then GTFO back to him. Really? I feel like I’m just cheating him out of this VIP access card at this point. Oh well, his own fault for under utilizing me.
Shrugging, I shoved the paperwork into a pocket and began walking for the exit to the park. As I strolled along, my stomach made its hunger known to me.
“Great,” I muttered, glancing around the streets ahead. We’d left the heavily populated area, so there wasn’t much open around here. But I did spot some kind of dinner up ahead. Nothing special about it, from what I could tell, which works for me. I just need some food.
The sign above the building read ‘Belf Street Dinner’.
Picking up my pace, I locked my gaze on the food menu I could just barely make out from all the way over here.
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“So where exactly are we going?” Domitor asked as they continued down the street, their destination still very unclear to him.
“It’s a secret,” Floria laughed, skipping ahead of him with her hands still in her pockets. “But you’ll love it, trust me.”
“You keep saying that, but the further we walk the more worried i get,” he remarked, a frown on his face. “You know we need to have a talk right? If you’re going to be traveling with us, you need to be more open.”
“Sure,” she said, still acting carefree.
“I’m serious.”
“So am I,” she chuckled, turning as she continued to walk backwards. “Stop worrying so much, Dommy.”
“Don’t call me Dommy,” he muttered, not liking that nickname at all.
“That one is over the line?” she asked with a smirk, still walking backwards.
“A little bit, yeah,” he said, trying to maintain his hard glare. But her happy and cheerful look broke him as he started to laugh. “Geez, fine, call me whatever you want.”
“You got it, dude,” she said with a thumbs up, jumping a bit as she spun back around and continued forward.
“But really, how far are we?” he asked, looking at the buildings around them.
“We still got a bit of walking, but it’s so worth it, trust me,” she assured him, giving him another thumbs up by holding her hand high above her head.
“I hope it is,” he said with a small grin.
“Hungry?” she asked as they turned onto a street next to a large park.
“I could eat,” he said as they continued to walk down this new street.
She chuckled and picked up her pace. “Then this place up here has the best roasted meat. No idea where it comes from, but it MELTS in your mouth. My mouth is watering just thinking about it!” With that she picked up her pace and ran towards a small dinner on the corner of a street.
As she approached the front door, she slammed into someone, knocking them down.
“Sorry, mate,” she laughed, pulling the person back up and patting them down.
“Watch yourself, kid!” the woman yelled, causing Domitor’s eyes to go wide as he neared them.
“Sorry sorry,” Floria said as she laughed some more and walked into the dinner.
The woman grabbed her collar and popped it back up and turned to continue out the door. Then stopped as she saw Domitor a few feet away.
“No fucking way…” she said, eyes wide.
His eye twitched as he took a step back, blading his hooves back as he prepared himself. “Shayla.”
“Domitor,” Shayla said with a sneer as she rolled her shoulders, preparing herself as well.
He grabbed the little device Lenrick gave him and pressed the button, hoping he’ll be here quickly. Tossing it back in his bag, he scraped his hoof at the ground.
“We really doing this?” she asked as she stepped forward, the doorway behind her.
“Yep,” he said.
“Domitor you coming, or are you just…” Floria said as she returned to the door, but stopped when she saw the two squaring up with each other. She looked confused as she looked at them, then her eyes went wide. “Wait, is this the chica you were talking about?”
“It is,” Domitor said as Shayla glanced over her shoulder, seeing the other woman had returned.
“Oh well shit then, guess we’re fighting first,” Floria laughed as she zipped her jacket all the way up and stepped out behind Shayla, a cocky look on her face.
Shayla glared at her as she took a step to the side, putting both of them in front of herself. “Two on one? Perfect, you need all the help you can get, Domitor.”
“Hey, stop the smack talk and let’s do this,” Floria exclaimed, slamming her fist into her other hand.
This caused Shayla to just chuckle as she bladed her foot back, raising her hands into a fighting stance. “Well, come on then.”
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When the world ends, a young man gets a chance to relive his life in the world of Equestria.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 25
A loud knocking at the front door sounded through the house, getting everyone's attention.
“Lance, can you get the door?” Twilight yelled as she worked in the kitchen, making lunch for herself and her husband.
“Busy,” he muttered from the living room as he laid on the couch playing some kind of online video game.
The knocking resumed, louder than before.
“Lance Greenfield,” Twilight said sternly, causing him to sigh and put his computer down on the coffee table.
“Okay, going,” he said in defeat as stood up and walked to the front door.
He pulled it open and forced a smile, “Ah! Champion, what brings you here?”
The costumed stallion stood there, a blank look on his face. An over the top beautiful mare stepped up next to him, smiling sweetly at Lance.
“Oh, who’s your friend?” Lance asked, holding a hoof out to the mare. “The name’s Lan-”
Faster than anyone could see, Champion swung his hoof forward, slamming it into Lance’s face and sending him rocketing backwards. The force of the punch alone blew the entire house away with him, leaving nothing in front of them but a pile of rubble and a three mile long trail of debris that stretched out before them.
“A lot of power just to knock him out,” Lilith said with a giggle.
“He’s unpredictable, I wasn’t leaving anything to chance,” Champion said as he walked forward, scanning the debris for Lance. He had to walk for a bit, following the trail of destruction as he looked for the distinctive stallion.
The power of his punch had not only destroyed the Greenfield household, but also all of the houses behind it, so there was a lot of rubble to look through. Luckily for Champion, he could sense heartbeats, so it didn’t take him long to find the only heartbeat in the area, under a pile of broken wood and stone.
He slammed his hoof into the rubble and gripped something, and with a violent tug, he pulled Lance out of the debris by his back leg.
“Good work,” Lilith said happily as Champion turned and tossed the unconscious stallion to her.
“I’m going to start on my part of the plan,” he said, raising into the air. “Don’t screw up and lose him. He’s slippery when he wants to be.”
A ball of crackling red magic formed around the prone stallion as she smiled up at him. “He’s not going anywhere.”
Champion gave a nod as he turned and stared at Canterlot in the distance.
This was his time.
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Domitor was the first to make a move as he exploded towards Shayla, attacking her as aggressively as he could. Yet she was easily keeping up with him as she blocked and deflected all of his attacks, a smug look on her face as she shifted and slammed an elbow into his face, sending him stumbling to the right.
Before she could capitalize on the moment, Floria appeared between them, slamming a closed fist into Shayla’s face. She’d used her Thorn to approach her unnoticed and was able to land a surprise attack.
Shayla growled as she dropped to the ground and swept the legs out from under the short Kejtdra, and then in one smooth movement, kicked her in the gut, sending her flying into Domitor.
The two got tangled up as they tried to get up, causing Shayla to laugh.
“Come on, guys! Two on one, you’re supposed to win this!”
“This bitch,” Floria muttered, standing up and helping Domitor stand up next. “We gotta work together.”
Domitor gave a nod, sensing something had changed in Shayla since their last fight. She was certainly faster and stronger.
“Follow my lead,” he said, turning to the smug looking mare, who was just waiting for them to attack her again.
Wiping his nose, he smirked at her as he shot a tendril right behind her and zipped right past her. Her eyes never left him, following him as he was pulled along by his dark tendrils. As she turned with him, she winked at him. He was confused as he prepared to attack her, but she suddenly spun around and slammed a fist into Floria’s face as she tried to approach from behind.
He shot a tendril onto Shayla’s back and yanked her towards himself, catching her off guard. He slammed a hoof into the back of her head, sending her stumbling forward just as Floria returned and slammed her knee into the mare’s gut.
Shayla let out a gasp as she started to double over, but then seemed to move in a blink of an eye, slamming a fist into both of their faces in the same instant. Domitor and Floria stumbled away from her, the sudden attacks catching them off guard.
She spun on Domitor and laid into him, getting two hard hits in before he was able to get his hooves back up and block her attacks.
Mid block he suddenly zipped to her left, dodging one of her attacks as he grabbed her jacket and roared as he lifted her over himself and slammed her down onto the ground. Yet she didn’t slam into the ground as she threw her hands up and caught herself, then using her upper body strength, threw him over herself instead.
With a thud he crashed into the ground as she wrapped her back legs around one of his legs and grabbed it, trying to break it at the joint. Panic took over as he fought to save his leg, memories of his father flashing through his head.
“Let him go, ya damn bitch!” Floria yelled as she slid up behind Shayla and grabbed her in a headlock, trying to choke her out.
This got her to release Domitor, who rolled away as fast as he could. She then reached up, grabbing the other woman’s arm as she slowly began to pry it off of herself.
“How are you this strong?!” Floria yelled, struggling to maintain the chokehold she had.
“I’m just built differently,” Shayla grunted out as she was about to break free of the arm around her neck.
But just as she was about to break free, Domitor sprang forward, slamming his back hoof into her gut, knocking the wind out of her. Now that she wasn’t fighting as hard, Floria was able to get a better hold on her, squeezing as hard as she could.
Domitor grabbed her arms, trying to hold them down as she continued to fight them.
Then her eyes flared in absolute rage as her hand broke from his grasp and grabbed him by the face. He yelped as she almost effortlessly threw him to the side, then with a ragged roar rolled over, bringing Floria with her as she held tight.
Forcing herself to her feet, she reached over herself and grabbed the short Kejtdra by the edges of her faceplate and pulled hard, breaking her grip on her neck. With a loud battle cry, she pulled the woman over her head and slammed her into the ground in front of her.
Floria gasped in shock and pain as the ground knocked all the fight out of her momentarily. Her eyes went wide as Shayla raised her foot, wanting to knock her out of the fight as fast as possible.
But a dark blur tackled her just as she started to bring her foot down, sending both of them skidding across the ground. As they came to a stop, Domitor found himself on top for once. He straddled her chest and began to wail on her, trying his best to knock her out. But she just kept up her defenses, blocking his hits.
A smirk appeared on her face as she bounced her back legs and raised them up, wrapping them around Domitor’s neck. He let out a yelp as she pulled him backwards and slammed his head straight into the ground. Once she unwrapped her legs from his neck, she jumped up, seeing Floria sprinting towards them.
She laughed as she jumped forward and kicked Domitor towards her, causing the other woman’s eyes to go wide as she stopped running towards her and stopped to catch the incoming stallion.
As she caught him, Shayla shot forward faster than her eyes could track and plowed her fist right into Floria’s unguarded face. This caused her and Domitor to go flying backwards, hitting the ground with loud grunts. But Shayla wasn’t done as she dashed forward and grabbed both of their legs.
“Get ready!” she yells as she tightens her grip on their legs as they both fight to break loose, “we’ll be spinning at high speeds!”
With manic laughter, she began to spin around, forcing her two victims to come along for the ride. She spun faster and faster, to the point both of them felt like their legs were about to rip off of their bodies. Then, laughing like a maniac, she began to slam them both up and down into the ground as she spun, even into a lamp post that was nearby.
She didn’t let up, spinning faster and faster as she slammed them all around herself, her laughter reaching psychotic levels.
Finally with one final slam, she released them, sending them flying in opposite directions. Domitor slammed through a building, crashing through the wall. If it hadn’t been for his magically reinforced body, he’d probably have died from that impact alone.
Floria collided with the side of a car, knocking it over as she was flung over it and into a building as well.
“Whew!” Shayla exclaimed, stumbling a bit as she regained her balance after that move. “You two down now?”
Domitor groaned as he pulled himself up and out of the hole in the building, staring at her with an intense look on his face.
“Ah, of course you’re still up,” she said as she rolled her shoulder. “Well come on, Domitor. Let’s get this finished.”
“Yeah,” he said, jumping down and walking towards her, a determined look on his face.
“Can’t believe Lorenzo is your father,” she said as she glared at him.
“Trust me,” he said, spitting some blood onto the ground next to himself. “I can’t believe it either sometimes.”
“You assholes tried to kill me,” she said, slamming a fist into her chest. “Well I ain’t that easy to kill, fucker!”
“I didn’t know he was going to try and kill you,” Domitor admitted, stopping a few yards away from her.
“Bullshit,” she spat out, narrowing her eyes on him. “If that was true, why are you hunting me?”
This caused him to pause, as he hadn’t actually thought about that yet. He was just following Lenrick and his fathers lead, but he wasn’t out here to get her killed.
What was he doing here exactly?
“Well?” she asked with a sneer.
“I don’t actually know to be honest,” he conceded. “I won’t fight you anymore if you promise to stay out of my fathers way.”
“Fuck you,” she said as she raised her hand and flipped him off. “I’m killing that asshole for shooting me.”
Domitor closed his eyes, as he had hoped she’d see reason. “Fine then.”
They launched into each other, attacking more violently than before, emotions pushing them along. They were equal at first, neither able to land a hit, but that quickly changed as Shayla seemed to move faster than he thought possible, and rammed her hoof right into the underside of his jaw, sending him flying upwards and back.
She grabbed his leg as he flew upward and yanked him back down hard, causing him to crash into the ground.
He groaned in pain as she stepped over him and put a foot to his throat, a range of emotions playing on her face as she looked down at him.
“I can’t believe you actually are helping him,” she said, eyes ablaze with fury. “I’ve never liked you, but I never pegged you for an evil piece of shit.”
“I ain’t evil,” Domitor spat out, choking a bit as she applied pressure to his neck.
“Coulda fooled me,” she deadpanned.
“Get off of him,” Floria said from across the street, having trouble standing as she held her large rifle in her hands, struggling to keep it up and on Shayla.
“Yeah, you two aren’t evil at all,” Shayla hissed as she released her foot from Domitor’s neck and squared up with Floria. “Big gun for a little kid.”
“I’m not a fucking kid,” Floria said weakly, eyes locked on her.
Her eyes flickered down to Domitor, who was shaking his head at her. This caused her to growl as she stumbled back a bit, leaning against the overturned car for support.
“You think you can fire that and hit me before I reach you?” Shayla said as she took a step towards her.
“Just… stay right there,” Floria said as she coughed a bit.
A smirk played on Shayla’s face as she began to advance towards the hurt Kejtdra.
“Damn it,” Floria said as she lowered the gun, deciding to listen to Domitor.
“What are you-” Shayla began to say, but a wave of tendril-like arms made of magic flew up at her from the ground, pulling her down roughly. “What the fuck?!” she screamed out, fighting against the now invisible bonds. But it was useless, as she couldn’t move at all now.
“Gotcha bitch!” Lenrick roared with laughter as he walked into the area, a little item in his hands. “Knew I saved this restraining magic for something.”
“Get this shit off of me!” she yelled, still fighting to get free.
“You good, Domitor?” Lenrick asked as he approached the restrained Shayla.
Domitor let out a sigh of relief as he rolled over and sat up, rubbing his neck. “I’m good. Thanks, Lenrick.”
“I told you, I got your back,” he said with a laugh, ignoring Floria as she leaned against the car, breathing heavily.
As he neared the prone Shayla, he pulled out the camera and set it up a few feet away from her. “Now, let’s get back to business,” he said as he hit the record button. “Gotta get that video recorded for mommy after all.”
“Damn it you pricks!” Shayla roared, her hate filled eyes locked on the man.
He walked over and stood over her, smiling down at her with a crazy look as he pulled out his sword.
She stopped fighting, glaring up at him. “Wanna kill me? Then do it, fucker! Right in the face!”
This caused him to laugh as he looked over to Domitor. “She’s just like her mother, isn’t she?”
Domitor just shrugged, not wanting to be a part of this part.
“Yeah, just like your mother…” he said as he stared down at her. A creepy smile suddenly appeared on his face. He turned his head to the camera, giving it a wave and putting his sword away. “Well well, Scamp, looks like you should have taken my offer all those years ago. Guess little Shayla here will just have to take your place.”
“What the fuck are you talking ab-” Shayla began to say, but the sight of him undoing his belt buckle caused her eyes to go wide. “Wait, what the fuck are you doing?!”
He smirked as he stared into her eyes, no longer talking.
“HEY! HEY! What the fuck are you doing! HEY!” she screamed in a panic, already knowing where this was going but not wanting to accept it.
With a bit of flair he threw his pants down and kicked them to the side.
“Lenrick, what are you doing?!” Domitor yelled, eyes wide as he watched his friend.
“If you don’t got the stomach for this, Dom, might want to turn away,” he said with a snicker as he kept his eyes on Shayla’s panicked face.
“But, all we have to do is kill her… not-”
“Shut up!” Lenrick suddenly snapped. “Just turn around, Dom. Walk away if you gotta, just shut up.”
Domitor looked to Floria, who was looking just as panicked as Shayla, as she looked to be in shock. Her eyes were locked on the scene before them, her eyes wide and her whole body shaking as she took deep breaths.
Lenrick pulled off his jacket and shirt next, never removing his eyes from Shayla’s.
“J-Just stop you fucking prick!” she roared, voice shaking for the first time in her life. But he didn’t stop as he grabbed his member, making a jerking motion as he prepared himself. “STOP!”
“Yeah, keep talking,” he said in a seductive voice as he kept going, getting the blood pumping.
Once he was ready, he licked his lips.
Domitor shook as he watched. This was… wrong.
Lenrick went down to a knee and grabbed at her belts, undoing them.
“Please stop, just fucking stop!” Shayla screamed, fighting as hard as she could.
He flung the belts open and grabbed the top of her pants, smiling at her as he yanked them down.
“HELP!” she roared, causing him to laugh as he kept yanking her pants down. Eyes tracing down her body as the pants went lower and lower.
Then without warning, something latched onto his back and slammed a blade into the top of his right shoulder, ramming it all the way down to the hilt.
Lenrick roared in shock and pain as he pushed himself away from the restrained mare and tried to grab at the person attached to his back. “One of you get this thing off of me!” he roared to his two companions.
Finally, the person on his back jumped away and landed behind him. With an angry sneer, Lenrick spun around, holding the sword still embedded in his shoulder and down into his chest.
“Who do you-” his eyes went wide as he saw his attacker. “Domitor?! What are you doing?!”
Domitor stood there, crying as she squared up with Lenrick. He didn’t know what to say, so he just stood there sobbing as he prepared to finish off his friend.
“You little ungrateful horse!” Lenrick screamed, ripping the blade out of his shoulder and stumbling towards him.
A massive boom filled the area as both of Lenrick’s legs turned to a pink mist, causing him to fall face first onto the ground.
Floria, who’d fired her rifle for the first time, was laying on the ground now, having been thrown back by the unexpected power of the weapon.
“Domitor, come on, this is stupid,” Lenrick said through clenched teeth, holding himself up with his elbows. “I need you to do me a favor, in my pants is a item that’ll stop the bleeding, please, get it before-”
“Shut up!” Domitor screamed, his face coated in tears as he walked forward and kicked his sword into the air, catching it with his hoof. Lenrick began to speak again, but he just screamed even louder, “SHUT UP!”
He looked over at Shayla, who looked scared and confused, her body shaking as her adrenaline crashed.
“You’re… a bad person, Lenrick,” Domitor said in a detached voice.
“We’re all bad, kid, even you!” Lenrick countered, trying to get the stallion to listen to him. “Now hurry, get my-”
He was cut off as Domitor’s sword pierced through his forehead and out the back of his head, cutting through his spine as well, the tip of the blade embedding itself into the ground below his chest.
With the man now dead, he stumbled over to his pants and grabbed the little item that was being used to restrain Shayla. He fumbled with it for a moment before he figured out how to turn it off, and the moment he did, she curled in on herself, pulling her pants back up as she trembled.
“Shayla, are you… okay?” he asked, slowly approaching her.
Her eyes snapped to him as she suddenly jumped up and slammed a knee into his snout, sending him flying backwards. She then turned around and sprinted away as fast as her legs would carry her, leaving the scene far behind her.
Domitor didn’t give chase as he lay there, looking up at the sky above him.
The gravity of the situation slowly dawned on him as he looked over to the nude body of Lenrick, his sword keeping his head up, staring up at the same sky as him.
He’d just killed someone.
He’d just killed his friend.
It didn’t matter if that friend ended up being the worst kind of person, he had still been a friend. And Domitor had killed him.
It was necessary, but that didn’t make him feel any better about it.
Floria stumbled over to him and fell to her knees next to him.
“Are you good, Dom?” she asked carefully, making sure she was between him and the body.
“No,” was the only thing Domitor said as he returned his gaze to the sky. “I don’t think I’ll ever be good again after today.”
She stared at him with a sad, yet knowing, look on her face. “Yeah, I’ve been there…”
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 26
Just keep moving. Don’t stop, stopping means you think about what just happened. Just keep running.
“Shayla,” Rosemary said from within my head.
“Nope!” I yelped, not wanting to talk about it.
“Just stop running, you need to process what just happened.”
“Stop it, Rosemary! I don’t want to think about it!” I yelled, getting a lot of looks as I sprinted through the crowded streets, not having a real destination.
“You’re going to have to eventually,” she said in a soothing voice, but I didn’t want to hear it. I can live my life without ever having to think about what just happened again.
But eventually I did stop running, coming to a stop in the middle of a market district of some kind.
“We need to-”
“No,” I said, looking around and seeing what I needed right now. I quickly moved towards the building I had my eyes set on. The building in question towered above all the others in the area, which was perfect for me.
Stepping up to the building I grabbed hold of it with my claws and began to climb upward, scaling the side of the building. I kept going till I reached the top, pulling myself onto the roof. Now that I was far above the busy streets, and not a single soul in sight, I finally felt safe.
Rosemary appeared next to me as I walked over to a ledge and leaned on it, staring out at the almost endless city before us. Neither of us spoke a word, just stared out at the scenery before us.
That… was horrible. I’ve never felt like that before…
I grabbed my chest as I felt a tightness forming, causing me to feel a bit panicked again. But a few deep breaths calmed the rising panic as my left hand began to shake. I grabbed it, trying to get it to stop.
“Come on, Shayla, get it together,” I muttered, growling at myself. Nothing even happened! Why can’t I just get past it and move on?! All he did was…
I let out a ragged breath as I realized I couldn’t even recall it without panicking.
Am I.. broken now?
Fuck, I’m supposed to be the badass with an attitude, not the mare who shakes at a simple memory.
“All he did was try and… FUCK!” I yelled loudly, just wanting to get past this stupid shit. But I couldn’t.
“Some memories take time to heal,” Rosemary said in a soothing tone. “Trying to force it like you are will not achieve anything.”
“What should I do then?” I asked her, my shoulders slumping.
“What is that thing your mother always says?” she says with a smile.
“Keep moving forward,” I said aloud, taking a deep breath.
Thinking about my parents helped calm me down. Helping me focus on my breathing and getting myself calmed down
“Yeah, that’s all I can do, huh?” I sighed, a small smile on my face. “Shit, this is going to suck.”
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“Come on, we can’t stay here,” Floria said as she forced Domitor to stand up. All around them people were starting to come into the area, probably drawn by all the screaming and the gunshot.
He let her lift him up and push him in the direction away from the forming crowd. She ran over to the body and put his sword away in her Vacuole, knowing he’d want to keep that. She spat onto the body before running back to him and pushing him along.
“Did I let that go on too long?” He asked, sounding extremely guilty that he didn’t stop that sooner.
“No, you stopped it as fast as you could,” she assured him, guiding him down the streets as she kept an eye out for any threats that could pop up. “He didn’t actually touch her.”
“What happened to you back there?” he asked in a daze, blinking at her. “You looked panicked.”
A look fell across her face as her hand raised up to her broken faceplate and began to fidget with it. “Nothin’, I just lost my nerve.”
He did not believe her, but he also knew she didn’t want to talk about it, so he went back to being quiet.
After a few moments of silence he sighed, “we need to go after Shayla.”
“Why?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
“After what just happened…. I just don’t think she’ll be in a good mind set.”
Floria nodded at him, a grimace on her face. “Yeah, she’s not going to be in a good headspace after that. Which is why we should give her time to cool down. I’m pretty sure we’re the last people she’ll want to see after that.”
“I guess so,” he said, wincing at the pain in his face.
This caused her to laugh as she felt her own pain in her body. “She really whooped our ass’s, didn’t she?”
“Yeah, she tends to do that,” Domitor said with a forced chuckle, wincing at the pain.
“We need a doctor before we try going after her again. If she choses violence, then we’d be screwed,” she said, guiding them down a different path. “Luckily I know a guy.”
“Oh good,” he said. “I’m just going to take a nap till then,” he said as he suddenly collapsed, everything catching up with him at once.
“Oi, you idiot,” she groaned, grabbing his legs and dragging him after herself.
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“Can this train go any faster?!” Scamp groaned as she paced around their cabin, chewing at her lip as her nerves ate her alive from the inside out.
“Just sit down, love,” Mallogory said as she played her portable game, reclined back in the la-z-boy style chair.
“I can’t,” she said, continuing her pacing. “I have this feeling something bad is happening and it’s driving me insane!”
“Nothing bad is happening, our daughter is fine,” Mallogory said in a reassuring voice, getting up and grabbing her wife, forcing her to stop pacing. “And if something was wrong, she can handle herself, you made sure of that.”
This seemed to calm her a bit as she gave a reluctant nod.
“Shayla is a capable mare who’ll kick anyone’s ass who comes near her, so you just have to trust her to do what needs to be done and not worry yourself sick. Okay, love?” she said, rubbing her thumb against Scamp’s cheek.
“You’re right,” she conceded, stepping forward and into Mallogory’s warm embrace. “Why are you so good at this stuff?”
“Because I’m just that amazing,” she teased, lifting the mare up and jumping backwards into the bed. “Now relax, read a book or something.”
“I’ll try,” Scamp mumbled, laying on Mallogory’s chest as she went back to playing her little video game.
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Luna’s eyes shot open as she heard a sound in her room, causing her to sit up. The window to her room, which was normally sealed shut, was now wide open, allowing the daylight into her normally dark room.
Using her magic, she slammed it shut and latched it, not sure how it’d opened.
“Mother,” a voice said a few inches from the back of her head.
She let out a yelp as she teleported across the room, heart racing. But then she saw it was just her son, a solemn look on his face as he stood next to her bed.
“Star Chaser, don’t scare me like that!” she snapped, clearly not happy with the intrusion and the fright he gave her.
“It’s Champion, mother,” he said calmly.
She just sighed, adopting a tired smile. “Okay, my star. What’s wrong? You never wake me up.”
“We need to talk about my rule,” he said as he stayed where he was at.
This caused Luna to frown, as this was not worth revisiting. “I told you to return to me after you’ve learned what it’ll take to be a Ruler of Equestria.”
“You misunderstand,” he said in an eerily calm voice. “We’re talking about how things are going to be now. I am the new Ruler of Equestria, and I’m asking you to step down nicely.”
“Star Chaser, I don’t have time for this,” she said, using her magic to open the door to her room. “If you want to speak more about one day becoming the Ruler of Equestria, then I’ll be available later today.”
He just chuckled and began to take slow steps towards her. “You’re not grasping the situation, mother. Either step down peacefully, or I will make you.”
At this threat, she glares at him. “Do not use idle threats against me. Do not let your anger and greed for power dictate your whole life, Star Chaser.”
“It is CHAMPION!” he roared, as he got face to face with her.
“Do not yell at your mother!” she roared back in her normal voice. “That’s it, we’re done here! Leave me, Star Chaser!”
“Make me,” he said in a cold voice, just a few inches from his mothers face.
Her horn began to glow, but suddenly she sighed and stopped, looking at her son with hurt eyes. “What’s happened to us, Star Chaser? We used to never act like this towards each other.”
This seemed to anger him, as he’d wanted her to make this easy and attack him first. Now he just felt a deep hurt within himself.
“Just do as I ask, mother,” he said in a cold yet shaky voice.
“I will not, Star Chaser,” she stated, smiling at him as she reached up and touched his face. “Just wait. I promise the time will come.”
He closed his eyes as he leaned forward, placing his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry, mother.”
“It’s okay, my Star,” she said as a tear ran down her face. “Your anger just takes over sometimes, like it use to do with me. I promise, I’ll be by your side no matter what, doing my best to keep you on the right path.”
“No, I’m not sorry for that,” he said, reaching up and placing a hoof on her face as he held her gaze.
“Azure Moon,” she said with a small sigh. “You don’t need to apologize to me. It is she who is the one hurt by-”
“Stop,” he said, gritting his teeth as tears ran down his face. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what else is there to be sorry for, my Star?” she asked, placing both hooves on his cheeks.
A pained look flashed across his face as she felt a sudden jolt in her head. She blinked as she stumbled back a bit, seeing he was holding her horn.
“Star Chaser…” she muttered in a daze, the pain not setting in as she stared at him in shock.
“I love you, mother,” he said as he grabbed either side of her face and his eyes flared to life. Two beams flew out of his eyes and into hers. She didn’t scream or fight him as she grabbed ahold of him, jerking as he kept up the beams. Once he stopped, he let her go, letting her body fall to the ground.
He stared at her and then let out a heavy ragged breath as he stumbled backwards into the bed, starting to hyperventilate. He grabbed his head and stared at the floor with wide eyes.
“Luna? I felt something strange just now, are you okay?” Celestia said as she stepped into the still dark room, not seeing anything at first. “Star Chaser?”
His head snapped up at her, his bloodshot crazy eyes clearly visible even in the darkness. This caused Celestia to take a step back despite herself. “Are you okay, Star Chaser? Where is-” her eyes went wide as she finally realized what the dark lump on the ground was.
“Luna?!” she wailed as her horn began to flare to life. “What have you-”
But a sonic boom was heard as Champion shot forward, coming to a stop right in the doorway, the room behind him now covered in gore. He himself was also covered in blood as he ran a shaky hoof through his mane, the blood getting everywhere.
“Prince Star Chaser?!” four guards exclaimed as they stood at the end of the hallway.
He frowned as he exploded towards them as well, sending blood and gore everywhere as he appeared on the other side of them. Looking back, he saw there was nothing left of them but some crumbled metal.
With a deep sigh, he began to walk down the hallway, having only one more loose end to tie off.
Upon arriving at the desired door, he flung it open and stepped inside. But there was no one there. He growled as he scanned the room, seeing a note on the desk. Stepping over to it, a scowl appeared on his face as he read it.
‘Don’t panic, with Balgore. Will be back in a few days, week at the most. Love you guys! ~Love Nova’.
“That little…” he sneered, slamming his hoof down on the desk. He’d just deal with her when she returned. Till then, he had work to do.
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“I hope this is enough,” Flippy Dew muttered as she and Roxxy walked down the street, each one carrying saddlebags filled with snacks they’d baked on their own.
“If I know Dude, this won’t be enough,” Roxxy chuckled as she reached over and patted the other mares back. “Don’t worry though, we have enough.”
“I hope,” she said with a sweet smile.
A sudden explosion in the distance got their attention.
“What was that?” Flippy Dew asked nervously.
“That came from Spark’s parents house, I think,” Roxxy said, taking a step in that direction.
But a few screams from behind them drew her attention again as she saw something dive into the ground, followed by a building a few streets over exploding.
“Are we under attack?!” Flippy Dew yelped, eyes wide as they saw another building explode.
“Come on!” Roxxy yelled, throwing off her saddlebags as she ran towards the explosions.
“Ooo, horseapples!” Flippy Dew yelled as she threw her bags off and ran after her friend.
The pair came up on a scene out of a war movie as they saw ponies staggering around, trying to get away from the fires that were spreading to all the surrounding buildings.
Without warning another building exploded, sending debris flying at a group of ponies who were trying to pull others out of some rubble. Just as the flying rocks and splinters slammed into them, a massive forcefield appeared before them, saving them.
“Good work, Dew!” Roxxy exclaimed as her friend strained to put up more forcefields around others in the area.
“What is this? Is this that ‘Ego’ I’ve heard so much about?” A massive dark griffon laughed as he flew down and landed before the two mares. “What are you, wannabe heroes?”
The two stared up at him, recognizing him as the father of the late Prince Frederic.
“Ah fuck,” Roxxy muttered as she held out her hoof, causing her Ego Scythe to appear.
“You think that will help you here?” he laughed as Flippy Dew’s Ego spirit suddenly appeared and slammed a hoof right into Richard’s face, sending him flying backwards into a building.
This left the two mares stunned, as they hadn’t expected that to happen.
“Fuckin’ A, Dew,” Roxxy said, giving her friend a nod of approval.
“I don’t know what you just did,” the angry Griffon said as he floated up above the buildings, smiling at them. “But I’m very interested in you two now. So come on, ladies! Let’s dance!”
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“No one home?” Dude asked as he and Nightstreak sat in the Pegasus's room.
“Nah man, they’re all off in town today,” Nightstreak assured him as he reached over and brushed some of his mane out of his eyes. “We’re alone.”
Dude smiled as he pushed the muscled up stallion backwards, climbing on top of him and grinning down at him. The two began to make out, getting a little handsy as things got heated.
But a sudden explosion nearby shook the house, and caused Dude to lose his footing and fall off the bed.
“What the fuck?!” Nightstreak growled as he rolled over and opened the blinds on his window just as another explosion rocked the entire house, this one much closer.
Standing up, the two looked at each other in concern. The sound of even more explosions got them moving as they rushed for the front door, finding themselves in the middle of a warzone.
“What’s going on here?!” Nightstreak called out to a pony as they ran towards them.
“The villains! They’re back! THEY’RE BACK!” he screamed, rushing past them as more and more ponies began to run from the burning buildings as more explosions were heard.
As they ran, a large creature suddenly slammed into the ground amid the crowd, laughing loudly as it began to swipe its large claws through the many fleeing ponies, turning them into piles of gore with each swipe.
“Is that the…”
“Fucking Nightmare?” Nightstreak said with a frown as his Ego Gauntlets appeared on his hooves. “Yep. That’s the fucking Nightmare.”
“And we have to fight it?” Dude groaned as he pulled out his Ego Saber, bringing it to life as the Ego laser extended out of the hilt.
“I mean, we could run away too. No one would blame us,” Nightstreak said, glancing at his lover.
“Fuck,” Dude groaned, shaking his head as he watched the Nightmare slaughter all the ponies around it. “Let’s just fucking get him.”
Nightstreak gave a nod as they both took off sprinting for the large creature. As they neared it, Dude pulled out a card and threw it up, causing forcefields to appear all around the Nightmare, saving the remaining ponies. He had two more forcefield cards he’d gotten from copying Flippy Dew’s Ego, so he’d have to make them count.
“Annoyances,” the Nightmare remarked as it turned to face them, taking on a new form. This one was smaller, but much more terrifying as it looked like a monster straight out of a horror movie.
“Don’t die, bro,” Nightstreak said as he split from his partner and ran for the right side.
“Don’ you fucking die you idiot!” Dude yelled as he ran to the left.
The Nightmare just chuckled in amusement as it prepared to face the two new challengers.
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“Hang in there, please!” Summer Breeze yelled to the heavily bleeding pony before her, a large piece of wood sticking out of his chest. She was doing her best to save his life, but she wasn’t sure what parts of him were wounded, as the more she healed, the less effective she felt.
After a few more moments, he went limp, the life leaving his eyes.
She let out a sob as she quickly moved to the next injured pony, her blood covered hooves working at removing their shirt as she began to fill them with her Ego, searching out their injuries and doing her best to fix them.
“Boom boom POW!” she heard a strangely familiar voice yell out, laughing like a maniac. “You’re dead, babe!”
Working faster, she finished healing the pony before her, who pushed themselves up and took off running. But before they could get to safety, a striped pony suddenly appeared before them, a massive grin on his face.
“Hello hello! Didn’t I already kill you?” he laughed as his mouth suddenly unhinged and he took a massive bite out of the side of the pony before him, removing half of their head in one go.
He laughed like a psycho as he saw Summer Breeze standing there, her eyes twitching in anger as she stared him down.
“Oh look at you, all brave and shit!” he laughed as he sprang forward, his Demonic form seeming to wither with pleasure as he reached her, his unhinged jaws and rows of sharp teeth snapping towards her.
With a roar of her own she slammed her shield into his mouth, preventing him from biting her. It may not be an Ego weapon, but it was Ego infused, so it’d hold up to some serious abuse.
Just as he began to try and dislodge the shield from his mouth, her Ego Spirit appeared next to her and jumped into the Demonic Pegasus, tackling him to the ground and pounding away at him.
“What is this thing?!” he yelled, apparently being able to see the spirit despite not having an Ego.
“Jun,” someone said from above as they landed next to her.
“Starch!” she said in relief, happy to not be alone.
“Hey, kiddo,” he said with a smile as he rolled his neck, getting ready.
Jun roared as he sliced through the Ego Spirit, causing it to disappear. He climbed to his hooves and flared his bat like wings as he glared at them.
“I’m going to eat every inch of you two,” he said in a cold and sinister voice.
“Well come get a taste of me then,” Starch laughed, waving a hoof at him, gesturing for him to bring it on.
With a deep growl, the Demonic Jun jumped towards them.
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Mr. Bleak flew down the forest path, running for the sounds of explosions coming from New Ponyville. He was panicking, as he knew his wife and daughter were there right at that moment.
“Brother,” a voice called out as someone appeared right in front of him along the path.
He flapped his wings hard, coming to a stop not far from the figure. His eyes wide.
“Val?!”
“Darkest,” the other stallion said with a wide grin. “So good to see you again. I heard you have a kid. Again.”
Mr. Bleak’s eye twitched as he squared up with his brother. “I don’t know why you’re back, but are we really going to do this dance again?”
“We are,” Val said as red energy began to crackle around his body. “I have a little surprise this time around though.”
His eyes widened as he sensed something off about his brother, something dark and evil. An evil that did not belong in Equestria.
“This is where we end this, brother,” Val remarked as he began to stroll towards Mr. Bleak.
A determined look fell over Mr. Bleak’s face as he began to advance on his brother as well, cyan energy began to raise from his body.
“Oh? I see I’m not the only one with a little surprise,” Val laughed.
“Yeah, I have a little surprise for you alright,” Mr. Bleak growled, his Ego flaring as he glared his brother down.
“I wonder what this little Ego of yours does,” Val said with a smile as the two neared each other.
Without further words, the two exploded towards each other.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 27
“Come on, move your ass’s!” Reinhardt yelled as she waved as many ponies out of the area as she could, the fighting happening all over town causing untold damage and deaths. She growled, as she wanted to get out there and help, but she couldn’t just leave all these defenseless bystanders to fend for themselves.
So against her warrior instincts she stayed and did her best to assist her friends with evacuating the ponies to safety.
“Do we know what is going on yet?” Moxxi asked as she used her mechanical arms, which she usually only wore for construction jobs, to lift a massive amount of debris off of a few trapped ponies.
“I have no idea!” Reinhardt yelled as Calypso and Doc moved through the wounded, helping as many as they could.
Zorrow growled as he rushed over to an injured colt and dragged him away from a burning building as a stray magical ball flew over their heads and hit another building, obliterating it instantly. “It’s those assholes that Lance and the others fought all those years ago!”
“You mean the pushovers that only were threats because of Lance’s pussy no kill rule?” Reinhardt asked as she moved to help a few other ponies.
“Yep,” he said as he looked towards the Everfree forest in the distance, seeing most of the fleeing ponies were heading that way. Down there he saw his adopted daughter helping direct ponies on where to go. Focusing, he ran to his wife and climbed under a collapsed roof she was holding up.
He shoved an injured mare out of the rubble, coughing as the smoke threatened to choke him out.
“We need to help,” Reinhardt yelled, not liking being regulated to support.
“How? You see that shit over there? They’re fighting with Ego and some crazy kind of powers!” Seth yelled as he struggled to stop the bleeding on a stallion's chest. “Calypso!”
“I’m trying!” she screamed as she had other injured ponies she was trying to save. Doc was working as fast as he could, but he was just one yeti, he couldn’t get to them all fast enough.
There was a loud bang as something came rocketing towards them.
“Incoming!” Reinhardt yelled as something slammed into the ground a few yards away from Moxxi.
Loud coughing was heard as Roxxy stumbled up and out of the crater, holding her throat as she collapsed.
“DOC!” Moxxi screamed as she rushed to the downed mare’s side.
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Earlier
With a yelp of shock, Flippy Dew barely got her shield up as a crackling ball of energy flew towards her, crashing into the forcefield. The power of the attack shattered her shield immediately, sending her flying backwards as her Ego Spirit flew past her and slammed into Richard, attacking with reckless abandonment.
“This thing is a pest!” the dark Griffon yelled as he sliced a claw across it, sending it back to its owner.
His left ear twitched as he spun around and caught the blade of Roxxy’s Scythe as she swung it for his back, aiming for one of his wings. With a laugh he yanked her towards himself, going to grab her. Instead she just unsummoned her Scythe as she flipped her body over his outstretched arm. With a calm demeanor she brought her Scythe back out and sliced it across his back.
Richard roared in pain as he twisted faster than she could react and threw a ball of red energy at her. A forcefield surrounded her, saving her from the initial blast, but didn’t stop her from being thrown high into the air.
Flexing his wings, he laughed, as she’d only removed a few feathers and left a shallow cut along his back. “That was a good move, kid. But maybe next time add a bit of reach!”
His eyes flickered to the left as the Ego Spirit came flying for him, but he simply dodged left and sliced it with his claws. A sinister smile formed on his face as he looked at Flippy Dew. He raised his hand and shook a finger at her, “that little friend of yours isn’t that useful. Nor smart.”
She didn’t respond as her Spirit went in for another attack.
“Tsk, be more original!” Richard roared as he went to slice the Ego Spirit again, but just as his talons reached the Spirit, a forcefield appeared right in front of his claws, blocking his attack. “Clever,” he muttered as a hoof slammed into his face, hard enough to snap his head back.
Which is the only reason he saw Roxxy flying straight down at him, her Scythe held at the ready.
He allowed the Ego Spirit to land a few more hits as the mare neared him. Then in one fluid motion he sliced his wings across the Spirit before him, causing it to fade away. With a laugh he suddenly dodged back just as the mare sliced her weapon through the air where his head had just been.
“Nice try,” he said in a calm voice as he shot his crackling fist forward, smashing through the forcefield that appeared before him and crashed his fist right into the mare’s side.
The force of the hit blew all of the fight out of her as she rocketed towards Flippy Dew, who flew up and caught her friend just in time.
“These are the challengers I was promised?” Richard asked as he hovered high above them. He held his hands out as they began to glow red with crackling energy. “How disappointing.”
With a gleeful yell, he began to send balls of energy flying in all directions, aiming for the buildings below.
Gritting her teeth, Flippy Dew focused as best she could, sending out as many Forcefields as she could. She caught a lot of them, but way too many got past her, hitting the town below.
“You’re failures,” Richard stated, a wide grin on his face.
“Let me go, Dew,” Roxxy grunted, getting out of her friend's grasp and hovering next to her.
“What do we do?” Flippy Dew asked. “He’s way above us at this point as far as power goes.”
“Yeah, I know,” the battered mare said, glaring up at the Griffon as he prepared another volley of attacks. “Just focus on stopping those blasts, and I’ll handle him.”
“On it,” she said, preparing herself.
With that, Roxxy flew up towards the dark Griffon, Scythe at the ready.
“Ever heard the definition of insanity?!” Richard yelled as he began to send even more balls of crackling energy in all directions. Shields shot up all around him, catching most of them.
Laughing, he slammed his hands together, sending a volley straight at Roxxy as she flew towards him. But she stayed her course, shields appearing ahead of her as she kept her eyes locked on his.
Finally she reached him, spinning her body as she prepared to slice him in half.
With a yell, she swung her Scythe around, coming straight for his body as shields kept popping up to protect her. Moments from contact, a glowing hand grabbed her blade, stopping it in its tracks.
She came to a sudden stop as all of her momentum disappeared as he caught her Scythe.
A smug smile graced his face as he yanked her towards him, catching her by her shoulders. “Insanity is doing the same damn thing, over and over again, and expecting different results!”
“Don’t lecture me,” she growled, spitting into his face.
“Ah, pleasant,” he said as a shield appeared between them, but he just rolled his eyes as he raised a thumb and pressed the talon against her neck. Her eyes went wide as he drove it deep, blood spurting out. “Be seeing you,” he said with a smirk as he tossed her up and crashed a crackling fist through the shield that appeared and then into her, sending her rocketing away.
“Roxxy!” Flippy Dew screamed, flying after her. But the dark form of Richard shot in front of her, blocking her path.
“You can’t leave yet,” he said, sticking his thumb into his mouth and cleaning the blood from it. “You gotta kill me, to avenge your friend.”
“You monster,” she hissed as she shook in anger, her Ego Spirit shooting towards him.
He just laughed, nodding his head. “You got that right, kid!”
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“I don’t think this is a fair fight,” Dude exclaimed as he sprinted away from the Nightmare as it roared with laughter, dark tendrils chasing after him.
“Just keep fighting!” Nightstreak yelled as he did his best to dodge all the incoming attacks, using his Gauntlets to punch away any tendrils that he couldn’t dodge.
The Nightmare just kept on laughing, walking towards them as more and more tendrils shot out of his body, most going after them, but the others shooting into buildings, killing all the ponies they came across.
“Where is this mare I’ve heard so much about,” he asked as the two stallions struggled to fight against his onslaught of attacks. “You two are growing bored.”
“Which mare?!” Dude yelled, flipping to the side as he dodged a large tendril, using his Ego Saber to slice another that flew for him. “We got a lot of mares in this town, dumbass!”
“The one called Scamp. She’s supposed to have some of me in her, and I want to see that for myself!” Nightmare exclaimed as he suddenly stopped attacking with his tentacles and shifted into a new form, this one resembling a gorilla straight out of a nightmare.
“Not here, that’s for sure,” Nightstreak said as he rolled his shoulder and sprinted towards the large gorilla.
With a roar, the Nightmare slammed both fist into his chest and came down on all fours, then sprinted towards the charging stallion.
As they neared each other, the Nightmare jumped forward, slinging his fist backwards. Taking a gamble, Nightstreak kept his guard down as he prepared to attempt to use his Ego to counter the attack.
Just as the massive fist of the large gorilla reached him, he activated his Ego. But the sound of a massive bang signaled he’d been too early at activating it as he was sent flying backwards.
“Nightstreak!” Dude yelled as he cast a card, causing a shield to appear around the stallion as he flew through the air and slammed into a building, completely destroying it.
“What was that?” the Nightmare roared with laughter, shaking his fist with glee. “He just stood there and took it! I’ve never seen anything like that before!”
Dude sprinted towards the destroyed building, hoping his shield was still active as the remnants of the building began to collapse in on itself.
As he ran, he saw a large rock come flying for him. He didn’t have time to react as it neared him, but just as he thought he was about to die, he suddenly fell through the ground and crashed down next to another pony.
“You alright, Dude?” Alexander asked as he adjusted the Portal Gauntlets on his hooves.
“Nightstreak, he’s-” Dude began, getting back up.
“I got him,” Alexander said, nodding to the unconscious stallion next to him. “He’s alive. Trixie, can you get him to Doc?”
“Of course,” she said as she used her magic to lift the unconscious Nightstreak. “Just don’t do anything stupid, idiot.”
A smile fell across Alexander’s face as he gave a nod to her, “No promises.”
Once they were gone, he looked back to the Nightmare, who was currently attacking a building, reaching in and grabbing ponies.
“We need to finish this guy off and get to helping the others,” he said, nodding to Jero, who was in his human form, as he stepped up with him.
“Dude, I don’t know where you got an Ego, but good work so far distracting him,” Jero said, giving a nod to the younger Stallion. “Up to helping us some more?”
Dude looked after Trixie and Nightstreak, a conflicted look on his face. After a moment, he turned back to them and nodded. “Yeah, let’s get this asshole.”
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“Watch it!” Starch yelled out to Summer Breeze as she raised her shield just in time to block a kick from the Demonic Jun. She yelped as she was thrown backwards again, her Ego Spirit taking her place as it grabbed Jun’s leg and tried to restrain him.
“Is this all you got?!” Jun laughed as he flexed his massive muscles, getting rid of the Ego Spirit with a simple flex of his muscles. A flurry of strikes landed on his face as Starch moved agilely around him, dodging the slower attacks of the large Demonic stallion before him.
“Come on! Impress me at least a little bit before I kill you!” he laughed in a sinister voice.
“Okay, pal, I’ll impress you,” Starch said as his body suddenly began to glow a light cyan.
Jun’s eyes went wide, “Ego?!”
“Eeyep!” he laughed as he split into four clones of himself. “Get a load of this!” The four Starch’s sprang forward, pelting Jun with attacks. The Demonic stallion roared as he sliced his wings forward, beheading two Starch’s as four more appeared.
“This is cheating!” Jun screamed as he went on a rampage, slicing through the Starch’s as fast as he could, but they kept replacing themselves, continuing their attacks on his body. The number of Starch’s never succeeded six, but that was plenty to annoy and harass the Demonic stallion.
Summer Breeze watched in awe as Starch’s six clones kept up their attack on him, amazed that he had an Ego. Breaking out of her trance, she nodded up to her Ego Spirit. It nodded back to her as it flew into the air and began to draw energy into itself.
“What’s wrong Lance wannabe?” one of the Starch clones said as Jun bit through them.
“Can’t handle all this sexy?” another said with a laugh as Jun’s horns rammed into its face.
Jun roared in anger as he kept ripping through the clones, but they just kept coming back. He’d killed all of them over and over again, but he had yet to do anything to stop them from coming back.
Just as he was at his peak of anger, something crashed into his back, causing him to slam into the ground below himself. The ground around them exploded as a crater suddenly formed as the force of the impact was so great. The Starch clones had jumped back at the last second, saving themselves.
The Ego Spirit stood up on the back of the now downed Jun, looking up to Summer Breeze with a smile.
“Nice,” she said, giving it a nod.
“That’s enough,” Jun growled as his wings snapped through the Ego Spirit, causing it to disappear. “I told them I could kill all of you without my new abilities, but screw that shit.”
“What are you mumbling about down there,” a Starch clone asked with a smirk.
“Fuck all of you,” Jun growled as his body began to crackle with red energy. “FUCK ALL OF YOU!”
A shock wave exploded from his body, sweeping over the entire area around them.
All of the Starch clones flickered and collapsed, leaving just one standing. “Uh…”
Summer Breeze’s own Ego Spirit flickered and faded away, not coming back out. Even her Ego seemed to stop working.
“Ah shit,” Starch muttered as Jun turned on them, rage emitting from his body as he flew up towards them.
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Earlier
The two brothers broke away from each other, having exchanged a few blows. Neither had used their respective powers yet, seeming to wait for the other to go first.
“Are you teasing me, Darkest?” Val asked with a smile as began to pace around his brother.
“I could say the same thing to you, Valentine,” Mr. Bleak said with a smile, using his brother's full name for the first time in eons.
“You are teasing me,” Val chuckled, as if they were having a casual conversation. “You know I hate to be called that.”
“It’s your name,” his brother said with a smirk. Then he became serious as he looked his brother over, seeing the red crackling energy that emitted from his body. “That’s not Ego, or any power I’ve seen before.”
“It’s a little gift from a certain benefactor,” he said simply, the energy seeming to increase for a moment as he smiled at his brother.
“Why don’t you use it? Show me up for once?” Mr. Bleak asked as they both stopped circling each other.
“Darkest,” Val began calmly. “I’d say I’ll miss you, but we both know that’d be a lie.”
“Likewise,” Mr. Bleak replied evenly, holding out his hoof as the shadows around them flew towards his outstretched hoof, forming a large sword.
“Ah, some kind of Shadow Manipulation Ego?” Val asked, chuckling as he shook his head. “So fitting for one such as yourself.” He began to walk towards his brother, a wide smile on his face. “Do I have a surprise for you then!”
The two launched towards each other as Mr. Bleak swung his sword made of shadow’s at his brother, watching his movements closely. Instead of dodging the attack, Val swung his glowing hoof into the blade, causing it to seemingly get sucked into his hoof and disappear.
Mr. Bleak’s eyes went wide as he dodged around the sudden strike of his brother as a straight blade of shadow flew from Val’s hoof, the blade barely missing his face as it clipped through his mane.
Breaking contact, Mr. Bleak flew backwards, shadows flying into him as he created two different swords this time. He landed on the ground, facing his brother.
Val stood up, letting out a laugh as he examined the blade he’d produced. “Like that, brother?”
“I see you can absorb others Ego and use it,” Mr. Bleak observed, but his brother just laughed in response.
“That’s very simple minded of you, Darkest,” he said as he turned to fully face his brother. “I don’t like spoiling things for others. But I have an excellent two in one ability.”
Mr. Bleak frowned, as when Val had stolen his Shadow Weapon, he’d felt something wrong with the powers that imitated from the other stallion.
“That power of yours, it’s similar to Ego… but it’s not Ego exactly.”
“Bingo,” Val exclaimed with a smirk. “Guess I can spoil that for you. It’s Anti-Ego.”
This did not mean anything to Mr. Bleak, as he wasn’t an expert on any of this Ego mess.
“I see you’re confused,” Val mocked, placing a hoof to his chest. “Oh, I guess your brother must explain EVERYTHING to you yet again. That silly Ego that all of you like to use is simple and barbaric, while this power, this Anti-Ego, is the true embodiment of the Soul! While you’re playing with a simple Ego that gives you nothing but a bit of power, I’m able to have multiple powers at once!”
“You just love to talk, don’t you, Valentine?” Mr. Bleak mocked calmly, smiling at the reaction of his brother.
“No more games then, I suppose,” Val muttered as red energy exploded from his body. “How about I show you a little power I borrowed from our good friend Champion.”
“Well come on then,” Mr. Bleak said as Val suddenly disappeared from in front of him. Before he could react, a hoof slammed into his face, sending him crashing through the trees behind himself.
He quickly caught himself and landed on the ground on all fours, sliding across the ground still.
That attack had caught him off guard completely, as he still did not fully understand these powers his brother now had.
“Oh this’ll be over sooner than I’d hoped,” Val said as he strolled through the path of destruction he’d created with Mr. Bleak’s body.
But Mr. Bleak just stood up and smiled at his approaching brother. “Your mistake is thinking my Ego is ‘simple’.”
“You make weapons out of shadows, that’s as simple as it gets,” Val laughed as the energy seemed to jump from his body, popping as it hit the ground or the trees.
“You think so?” Mr. Bleak said as the area around them started to get darker. “My Ego is not Shadow Manipulation.”
Val’s eyes went wide as Mr. Bleak disappeared. He stopped, trying to sense his brother, but it was like he was just gone.
Then a hoof materialized in front of him as it grabbed his horn and ripped it off, causing him to roar in pain and fly backwards, sending a wave of energy exploding from his body.
Mr. Bleak reappeared leaning against a tree, picking his teeth with his brother's horn. “Yeah, my Ego is Darkness Manipulation, a lot more versatile than your simple mind was able to conceive.”
“It’s just a party trick in comparison to what I have,” Val growled as he held up his hoof, the darkness around him seeming to be sucked into his body. “Let’s get serious, shall we?”
“Let’s,” Mr. Bleak said, tossing away the horn and fading away into the darkness around himself.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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I changed the names of the other two chapters.
Chapter 28
“Bloody hell!” Starch exclaimed as he stumbled back, barely dodging the snapping jaws of Jun.
“What’s wrong? Can’t fight without your Ego’s?!” he laughed, jumping for Summer Breeze as she dove to the side, barely dodging the monster of a stallion. “Come on, just let me get a little nibble!”
She was terrified, as she still had her Shield, but that wasn’t enough to do anything against him! Even Starch has been struggling to handle him, as their attacks didn’t seem to do anything but give him pleasure.
With a roaring laugh Jun flared his wings and launched himself at Summer Breeze, catching her instantly as she attempted to dodge again.
“Got you!” he exclaimed as his jaw unhinged.
As he began to lurch forward, he let out a yelp as he was suddenly dragged backwards and thrown away, dropping the mare in the process.
“That was a bit too close,” Starch said as he helped Summer Breeze back up.
“Very close,” she said, a bit shaken up. “What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted as Jun climbed to his hooves and began to look around, seeming to have somehow lost them, despite them not moving. “If I knew how his powers worked, I might be able to get our Ego’s turned back on.”
“FOUND YOU!” Jun yelled as he locked his eyes on them and sprang towards them.
“Thank all that is good that this guy is an idiot like Lance,” Starch said with a smirk.
As he neared them, they split apart, making him decide on who he’ll deal with first.
He chose Starch as he galloped at full speed towards the smiling stallion.
The moment he reached Starch he sprang forward, mouth open wide as he went for the kill. Yet Starch didn’t waiver as he simple side stepped the muscled up Jun and grabbed one of his demon horns. With a yell of excitement he jumped up onto the back of Jun and straddled his back, holding his wings down as he grabbed his horns with both of his hooves.
“Get the fuck off of me!” Jun roared as he thrashed around.
“Well yee-haw!” Starch yelled as he held on. “Giddy up, little doggy! Uh, I’m out of cowboy terms so yipp yipp!”
“Stop that!” Jun growled as he fought to get the stallion off of his back.
As the Demonic stallion struggled to get free, he didn’t see the mare running towards him till it was too late. With a loud bang, Summer Breeze slammed his shield right into his face, right between the eyes. He stumbled back a bit as Starch yanked his head back up as she hit him again, then again, and yet again, each time right between the eyes.
“Fuckers!” he roared as he suddenly snapped forward, catching the hoof that had the shield attached to it in his mouth. Her eyes went wide as he clamped down, the shield easily surviving the bite, but not her hoof that was attached to it. A few of his teeth punctured through her leg, causing her to yell in pain as she tried to pull her leg free.
Starch began to slam one of his hooves into the side of Jun’s face, trying to get him to let go of her.
Jun began to shake his head side to side, like a dog going for the kill. Summer Breeze held her ground the best she could, but she was getting thrown around against her will nonetheless.
Just as it felt like he’d saw right through her leg, a fourth pony entered the fray, slamming their hoof into Jun’s face.
With a pain filled roar, Jun let her go and reared up, jumping backwards so he landed on his back. The force of having the massively muscled up Jun land on him caused Starch to lose his grip on him.
Now free, Jun jumped away from them, wailing like a child as he touched at his face. A knife was protruding out of his right eye.
“There, now you’re closer to being like Lance,” the new arrival said as he ran over to check on Summer Breeze.
“Thanks, Cody,” she said as he looked at her leg, which did not look good at all.
“Where’s my daughter?” he asked as he examined her wounds, taking out some gel that he’d gotten from Calypso and sprayed it on the wound, stopping the bleeding.
“I… I don’t know,” she admitted, realizing she hadn’t seen any of her friends since this had started. She could definitely hear fighting all around her, but she wasn’t sure if that was her friends or not.
“Okay,” he said, looking over to Jun as Starch danced around the still thrashing Demonic stallion, taking a few jabs at him when he could. “We can deal with this wannabe real quick, then I’ll go find Flippy Dew.”
She gave a nod as she noticed her Ego Spirit had reappeared next to her. Her eyes went wide as she looked at Starch and yelled, “our Ego’s back!”
“Oh booyah!” Starch laughed as he split into six copies of himself and laid into Jun. One of his copies ripped the knife from his eye and began to stab away at him. Jun seemed to go into a frenzy as he began to destroy everything around himself.
“I’m going to eat you! I’m going to eat your brain and take this stupid power of yours!” he roared, grabbing Starch’s and biting their heads off like a rabid animal.
The Ego Spirit flew over to them, holding it’s leg up as it turned into a sharp point and rammed it into the back of Jun. The spike-like appendage of the Ego Spirit drove all the way through the Demonic stallion's body, but it didn’t seem to do anything as he spun around and sliced a wing through the Spirit.
Cody looked back to Summer Breeze, seeing she had already mostly healed her leg with her Ego. “Okay, can you heal others like that?”
She nodded as her Ego attached to him, “I can, I’m just not very good at it.”
“Everything helps,” he said as he stood up and reached into his saddle bags, pulling out another knife. Now armed he sprinted towards the battle between Jun and the Starch’s.
Summer Breeze jumped up and ran after him, staying on the outskirts of the battle as she prepared to try and support them the best she could. Her own Ego Spirit rushed in to help, but Jun would just instantly focus it and get rid of it.
Cody, who wasn’t as trained as the others in his friend group, did his best as he clumsily dodged the attacks of the rampaging demon before him.
“Get his other eye!” a Starch yelled as the one holding the knife got his hoof bitten off, losing the knife inside of Jun’s mouth.
Doing the best he could, Cody ducked under a swipe of a wing and launched forward, going for a stab at the Demonic stallion's remaining eye.
But Jun, who may not be that clever or smart, was not that dumb as he leaned away from the attack and latched his jaws onto Cody’s hoof.
To his credit he didn’t react outside of gritting his teeth as he lost the end of his leg, his hoof getting swallowed by the smiling Jun.
“You little cunt,” Cody muttered as he jumped back in time to avoid any further attacks.
Summer Breeze panicked as she tried to seal the wounds. She didn’t know how to do anything else, so she couldn’t bring the hoof back.
Luckily for Cody, it was only his hoof and not his entire leg.
“That’s annoying,” he grunted as he looked at the slowly healing wound where his hoof used to be. Then his eyes went wide as he looked in the distance and suddenly flew away, leaving them without a word.
Summer Breeze blinked in confusion as he flew away, but a roar from Jun got her attention back to the fight.
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“I’m not sure if we can handle this alone,” Jero yelled as he gracefully side stepped a swipe of the massive gorilla before him, his Traveler’s blade slicing away at the appendages as they swung for him.
“Well who else is there to call?!” Alexander asked as he used his portals to perform hit and runs against the Nightmare, using a rapier to jab away at the creature.
“Everyone powerful is gone!” Dude yelled as his Ego Saber buzzed through the air as he cut tendrils out of the air as the sprung from the back of the gorilla.
Jero grunted as he messed up a dodge and took a direct hit from the fist of the gorilla. Luckily he’d blocked it with his Traveler’s blade, so the damage was minimal.
The Nightmare, who’d been mostly quiet throughout their little skirmish finally chuckled. “This is almost delightful. You three are fighting with everything you have, and I’m just playing around.”
“Stop gloating,” Alexander said as he shot a portal under the feet of Jero, causing him to pop up behind the Nightmare, allowing him to slice away freely at his back side.
“Want to see me get serious? Just for a moment?” Nightmare asked as he morphed so that he was now facing Jero.
“Bring it,” Alexander taunted as he kept moving around the area with his portals.
“Alex, pay attention,” Jero warned as he deflected an attack and stepped forward, slicing off the jaw of the gorilla, who just ignored it as the darkness that made up his body just reformed the jaw back to normal.
“Okay, I’ll get serious, for one attack,” Nightmare said with a touch of glee as he smiled widely.
Jero prepared himself, not sure what to expect.
A crackling red tendril shot form his body and latched onto Alexander as he came out of a portal.
“Whoa! Wait wait wait!” he yelled as he lost control of his body and his own sword flipped around.
“Alex!” Jero yelled, moving to cut the red tendril. Yet he wasn’t fast enough as Alexander forced his own blade up through his chin and out the top of his head.
“Wonderful, isn’t it? Possession is so much fun,” Nightmare laughed as he let Alexander go as he collapsed to the ground.
Jero’s eye twitched as he began to attack the Nightmare with reckless abandonment, slicing away anything that came near him.
Dude on the other hand was in complete shock at what he’d just witnessed. Nightmare had just killed Alexander like it was nothing. Was he really just playing with them this whole time?!
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Zorrow struggled to carry the two injured ponies on his back, one of them being Roxxy, who hadn’t woken up after her wounds were closed. He pushed himself to keep moving towards the Everfree forest, the town behind him starting to resemble the original Ponyville all those years ago when they were attacked by these same assholes.
“Where’s Champion?!” Reinhardt yelled as she dragged a sled filled with injured ponies. “That prick needs to get his ass down here and deal with these guys!”
“I don’t know!” Zorrow yelled as he saw Moxxi running ahead, waving for their daughter to get into the forest with everyone else who was leaving.
They wanted to stay and help more ponies, but the fighting was getting too intense at this point.
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Flippy Dew struggled to stay in the air as her wings fought to keep her up. She’d spent so much energy just dodging and flying around, she was starting to run on empty. If he landed even one hit on her, she knew she’d be dead.
“Come on, I killed your friend and all you’re doing is running away from me? Letting this flimsy Spirit thing do all the work?” Richard asked as easily flicked away the Ego Spirit as it sprang for him.
She frowned as she pulled out her Ego infused Whip. It wasn’t very useful, but the fact it could move anyway she wanted might help here.
“Ah, a whip. You're going to whip me as punishment for killing your friend?” he asked in a smug tone. “You do realize I’ve been holding back, right?”
“You smug types are always ‘holding back’,” she sneered at him.
He laughed at this, as he was used to her being scared looking or making squeaking sounds as he attacked her. This was a nice change of pace for him.
“Want a taste?” he asked as red energy began to rise from his body. “Going down!”
The area around her began to get warmer as she suddenly was pulled straight down towards the ground at an alarming speed. She fought against it the best she could, but it felt like something strong was yanking her downward.
Her Ego Spirt flew under her and held on as she put a shield down below her. All any of that did was barely lighten the impact as she crashed through the shield and landed on her Spirit, their body only helping slightly as they disappeared almost immediately.
“Gravity control, pretty fun isn’t it?” he asked as he landed next to her.
She struggled to get up as he laughed and began to raise her up and down, shaking her in the air. “Wonder what all I can do with this power,” he muttered to himself. “Maybe crush you to atoms?” He said as she felt her entire body start to crumple in on itself. “No, that’s too easy.”
A sigh of relief escaped her lips as he released the pressure that had been crushing her.
“How about sending you to space? Have you ever wanted to visit space?” he asked with a laugh as she suddenly rocketed straight into the sky. She started to scream as she flew up, but as she felt herself reaching a height she’d never been before, she came to a screeching halt.
Then she began to lower back towards the town below. She couldn’t help herself as she began to cry. After a minute she was back over the town and still lowering towards the waiting Griffon.
There was nothing she could do, as she didn’t know if she could break out of his control.
“How was space?” he asked as she got close enough to hear him. “I think I got you pretty close at least. Hard to tell from all the way down here.”
She didn’t respond as she looked away from him, not wanting to cry while looking at him.
“Come on, don’t-” he stopped and looked to his right, a wide smile on his face. “Ah, you must be daddy.”
Flippy Dew’s eyes went wide as she turned and saw her dad standing not that far away from them.
“Let her go,” Cody said eerily calmly as he stood there on his hindlegs.
“I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” Richard said with a gleeful tone. “One of my few pleasures in life is killing someones loved ones right in front of their face. I’m just not sure which of you I want to kill first. Which do you think would be more traumatic?”
“I said,” Cody said as he took his saddle bags off and held them up as he dug through them. “Let her go.”
Richard just laughed as he walked towards Cody, keeping Flippy Dew suspended in the air. “You have the eyes of a killer,” he said as he stopped directly in front of Cody, who still had his left hoof in his saddlebag as he stood up tall on his hindlegs. “I think I’ll kill you in front of her. I feel like that’ll have more of an effect on her, Mr. Killer.”
“Yeah, I use to be killer,” Cody said with a smile. “Want to know the cool thing about that?”
“What’s that?” Richard asked as he leaned his face down towards Cody.
“It means I don’t care about doing it again,” he said as he ripped his hoof out of his bag and pointed an object directly at Richard’s face.
“Is that a fucking gun?!” Richard yelled as Cody smirked and flexed his hoof, firing a Ego bullet right into Richard’s face.
The massive griffon roared in pain as he flung himself backwards, slamming a clawed leg into Cody’s body, sending him flying.
“Daddy!” Flippy Dew screamed as she was released from the hold on her. She quickly flew towards her downed dad as the large Griffon thrashed around the area, screaming expletives at everyone and everything. It didn’t appear that the bullet missed the brain or anything important, since he was still up and yelling.
She landed by her father, tears in her eyes as she saw he had three slices across his stomach and chest.
“You need to go,” he grunted, reaching up and placing a hoof on her face.
“Not without you,” she said, trying to lift him.
“Stop, if I move I’m afraid everything will fall out,” he said, holding a hoof to his gut. “Go, Dewy.”
“Shut up, dad!” she snapped, flipping his hoof away as she focused on his wounds. Little forcefields appeared over the wounds, holding everything in.
“What’d you just do?” he groaned as she struggled to get him up on to herself. Her Ego Spirit appeared next to her and effortlessly picked her father up and held him in its grasp.
“Thank you,” she said to her Ego Spirit as she took off running, her Spirit following after her as her dad wondered how he was floating in mid-air, as he couldn’t see the Ego Spirit.
Behind them, Richard was sending balls of red energy everywhere, blindly destroying everything around him.
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Mr. Bleak growled in pain as he flipped backwards into the darkness, disappearing.
Val just laughed as he flicked his bloody hoof to the side, “come on, Darkest, can’t you already see the ending of this fight? The more we fight the stronger I get.”
No response came as Mr. Bleak shifted through the darkness, trying to decide on his next move. An idea came to mind, but he wasn’t sure if it’d work.
“There you are, brother!” Val exclaimed as the darkness around Mr. Bleak suddenly pressed into him, betraying him as it crushed his body.
He flexed hard, breaking free of it and flipped into the air, disappearing into the tree cover above.
“Honestly, this is getting embarrassing,” Val yelled out as he kept absorbing the darkness around him.
Mr. Bleak frowned as he realized the longer he kept them in this Dark Field, the stronger his brother was getting. At this point he’s pretty sure he knows what powers his brother may have. Some kind of ability copying power and at least one other. He wasn’t so sure of the second one though.
Reluctantly he dropped the Dark Field around them, letting the light return to the area.
“Ah, giving up on that little trick already?” Val asked, scanning the area.
Focusing on the shadow under Val, he caused it to shoot up and stab into the side of the stallion.
Val let out a hiss of pain as he jumped to the side, using his hoof to absorb the shadow into himself. “Dirty little trick. But I must say, you’re using this power very simple mindedly.”
“Oh?” Mr. Bleak said as he moved through the shadows the tree cover provided.
“Oh yes,” Val said with a laugh. “For example, watch this.”
A moment passed as he looked around, then his eyes locked onto the area in which Mr. Bleak was standing, hidden in the shadows.
“Bang,” Val said in a cocky tone. A sudden pain exploded from inside of Mr. Bleak as he collapsed to the ground. He grabbed his side, coughing up a bit of blood.
He didn’t need his brother to explain that to him, it was the exact idea he’d just come up with.
“Before you try to do that to me, just know, I’ve already figured out how to use you silly power to defend against that. Hope you didn’t need that kidney.”
“Should of just blew my heart,” Mr. Bleak said as he stood up, wiping the blood from his face.
“And kill you so soon? Tsk tsk, no fun in that. We have a long history together brother, it’d be a shame to end it just like that,” Val said, feigning compassion towards his brother.
“How sentimental of you,” Mr. Bleak said as he attempted to use the darkness inside of Val to crush his heart, but nothing happened. Meaning he wasn’t lying about figuring out how to defend against it.
It didn’t take Mr. Bleak long to realize how his brother was doing it, so he mimicked it, taking control of the darkness within his own body, making sure to keep control of it at all times now.
“Ah, you figured it out,” Val said as Mr. Bleak felt a slight tug at one of his organs. “Guess I should’ve kept my mouth shut, huh brother?”
“Let’s stop playing around with each other,” Mr. Bleak said as he slung his hoof to the side, causing the tree next to Val to explode into splinters, sending all the shattered wood flying right at him.
Val dived out of the way, but was still filled with tiny pieces of wood in the process. He didn’t have time to recover as Mr. Bleak began to do the same trick to all the trees around him, taking control of the darkness within them, solidifying it and expanding it at a rapid pace.
A wave of energy burst from his body, blowing away all of the splintered wood before it reached him. “Nice trick, Brother.”
“I actually have another,” Mr. Bleak said with a smirk as he waved his hoof towards himself, causing Val’s shadow to fly across the ground and appear next to the large stallion. The shadow raised itself up and became a fully formed and solid version of Val.
Then in the same instant Mr. Bleak flexed his muscles, causing all of the shadows in the area to fly into himself, leaving nothing but the sunlight around them, not a touch of darkness to be seen.
This did not worry Val as he smiled as he began to exude energy again. Neither was speaking at this point, just staring each other down as their own respective energy swirled around their bodies.
“We’re done here,” Mr. Bleak said calmly as all of his appendages were covered in a pitch black smoke, obscuring them.
Before Val could say anything, a hoof appeared out of nowhere, crashing right into his face. He began to get thrown all around the area as hooves kept appearing out of nowhere and slamming into him.
He fought against them, but there was nothing he could do as Mr. Bleak just stood there, watching as he beat his brother down without having to move his whole body.
“Shadow Boxing,” Mr. Bleak said with a whistle, “you talked about having fun? Well this IS fun.”
Val let out a gasp as a hoof slammed into his gut and lifted him into the air as an onslaught of hooves began to crash into his stomach, keeping him suspended momentarily.
Two final hooves crashed together on either side of his head, causing him to go limp.
With Val finally down, Mr. Bleak began to walk towards him, watching for a counter attack. But the stallion stayed down as he neared him and opened his pocket dimension, pulling out a charm that could restrain anyone.
He tossed it towards his brother, ready to get him dealt with so he could go find his wife and daughter. But just as the little charm neared him, it suddenly stopped midair, a crackling red glow encasing it.
“Darkest Bleak,” a feminine voice said from nearby as a female unicorn appeared just on the other side of the unconscious Val. “It’s so good to see you again.”
“Lilith,” he said with a frown. “I thought you died a millennia ago.”
“I did,” she said sweetly, flashing him an alluring smile as she fluttered her eyes. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”
“About as happy as a bull on castration day,” he said dryly, getting a giggle out of her. “I assume this is all you're doing?”
“Naturally,” she said with a wink.
He just chuckled, keeping his defenses up, “you should’ve stayed dead, Lil.”
She just smiled at him as her body began to glow and Val suddenly jerked away as her magic engulfed him.
“Oh Vally,” she said as he pushed himself up. “Stop playing with your food.”
A sneer touched his face as he glanced at her, but then he returned his gaze to Mr. Bleak, looking just as furious as the day they first fought.
Mr. Bleak’s smile slowly faded as it seemed like more and more of the Anti-Ego was pumped into his body.
“My final gift to you, Valentine. Do not fail again,” she said in a strict tone as she faded away, as if she was never there.
“So that’s what this is about,” Mr. Bleak said as his own energy increased to its max.
“Same dance, different goals,” Val said as he disappeared, reappearing as he crashed into Mr. Bleak, sending the two tumbling into a portal that opened behind them.
Pushing hard, he broke contact with his brother and sprang back. Glancing around he found himself in a strange dimension, fire and brimstone everywhere.
“Oh this is not good,” he muttered, looking back at his brother to see him grunting and groaning as more and more crackling red energy flew into his body, seeming to come out of the walls around him. “Not good at all.”
Val took on a more demonic form as horns painfully burst from his head. He growled and coughed, sending a black sludge-like substance everywhere.
Not one for inaction, Mr. Bleak shifted through the air in his shadowy form and hit his brother with all he had, sending him flying backwards. Val tumbled through the air and crashed into a wall, shattering right through it and revealing a massive area beyond, fire and lava flowing everywhere as screams of agony were heard.
A low laugh could be heard as Val slowly stood up and appeared in the hole in the wall, now fully transformed into some kind of Demonic version of himself.
“Oh dear brother, this is not going to end well for you at all,” he said with a massive grin as a few strange and hideous creatures began to crawl through the hole, chittering and snickering as they moved towards Mr. Bleak.
Mr. Bleak sighed as he flexed his muscles, getting ready for the fight of his life.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 29
Richard roared in anger as he blindly kept up his volley of attacks, sending them in all directions. He was blind now and beyond furious.
“You’re a mess,” the voice of Lilith said from nearby, causing him to finally stop his rampage as he turned towards the direction the voice came from.
The massive griffon just gurgles at her, as his beak, mouth, and front of his face was just gone, nothing but gore.
“My, that’s some serious damage, probably never live a normal life again,” she giggled, causing him to growl as he sent a few balls of energy towards her. She just teleported behind him, smiling at him. “This is no way to live your life, Richard.”
He knew where she was going with this as he just stood there, body twitching as rage flowed through him.
“Letting your guard down like that, how amateurish of you,” she mocked in a sweet voice.
More energy began to glow around him as he prepared to cast a new attack at her.
“Take the deal,” she said firmly. “Jun and Val have taken it and have far surpassed you. Are you going to let them leave you in the dust?”
Spinning to face her, the glow only getting stronger around his body.
“If you take the deal,” she continues, “it’ll repair all that nasty damage to your face.”
This finally got him to listen as he slowly powered down, the exposed muscles in his face twitching.
“Is that a yes?” she asked in a sinisterly sweet voice.
He hesitated for a moment before giving a single nod.
“Good, Griffon,” Lilith said as her body began to crackle with energy.
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Jero gasped out in pain as another tendril slipped through his defenses and stabbed him in the side. With a twist of his sword, he cut the tendril and dodged backwards, blood running from a few puncture wounds around his body.
The Nightmare was clearly just enjoying himself as he kept playing around with them, only hurting them a bit each time he got through their blocks.
This battle was starting to draw out, and Jero had used everything he knew already. All of his Traveler’s tricks had done nothing but amuse the Nightmare. Looks like choosing to focus on his wife and kids had a few drawbacks.
Dude wasn’t fairing any better as he struggled to keep up with the fast movement of the Nightmare in his gorilla form. He seemed to be favoring this form at the moment as he swung his large fist at the young Stallion, laughing in glee as he watched Dude fight for his life, sweat pouring down his battered face.
“Dude, do you have ANYMORE tricks up your sleeves?!” Jero yelled as he tried to push through the tendrils to get to the main body of the Nightmare.
“I’m out of cards!” Dude yelled back as he kept jumping backwards as the Nightmare steadily advanced on him.
“Then make more!” the man yelled with a bit of desperation.
“I can’t while fighting!” Dude exclaimed, causing the Nightmare to stop attacking him.
“Is that so?” the large dark creature asked as he spun around and poured all of his focus on Jero. “Then better hurry before I kill your friend!”
Dude stood there completely stunned as the Nightmare ignored him completely.
“Dude!” Jero yelled, breaking the stallion out of his dumbfounded trance.
“Right!” he yelped as a few blank cards appeared before him. He racked his brain as he tried to think of what abilities to put on the cards. The way his Ego worked, he could make a copy of any ability he’s ever seen, but he honestly hadn’t seen that many at this point!
So he made a few more forcefield cards and a few minor wound healing cards. But this wasn’t enough!
“Uh oh! Your friend is losing!” the Nightmare laughed as he steadily increased his attack rate on Jero.
The stallion's eyes went wide as he realized he had seen one other ability! Quickly, he made a few cards with this new ability. He just hoped it’d work here.
Now ready, he threw a card out, causing a forcefield to appear between Jero and the massive gorilla, blocking all the tendrils and causing the beast to crash into the shield. This gave Jero time to get back.
“This is what you came up with? Boring and unimaginative,” the Nightmare said as he turned to face the young stallion, just in time to see him cast another card.
A crackling red tendril shot from the card and attached to the Nightmare’s body, causing his eyes to go wide.
“Yes!” Dude exclaimed as he made the Nightmare raise a massive fist. “Payback boi!”
All of the Nightmare’s tendrils turned inward and impaled the massive creature's body as he began to slam his own fist into his face.
“Yes yes yes!” Dude yelled as he kept making the Nightmare destroy himself slowly.
“Good work, Dude!” Jero yelled as he dashed in and jammed his Traveler’s blade into the thigh of the beast, digging it in as he began to cast a spell.
As he finished the spell, the entire body of the massive beast began to raise up as he continued attacking himself. A massive silvery ball began to close around the Nightmare, slowly encasing him in a special prison only a Traveler has access to.
Nightmare didn’t say anything as he kept his eyes locked on Jero, seeming to promise him death for this.
Just as the prison was about to fully close, a female unicorn appeared right next to the red tendril coming out of Dude’s card.
“Hey, lady!” Dude yelled, waving for her to move. “Get out of here! It’s not safe!”
“I know,” she said as she raised her hoof and sliced it through the tendril, breaking the connection with Nightmare.
With a deafening explosion the silvery ball shattered, sending shards flying in all directions.
“I’ll be honest,” Nightmare laughed as he lowered himself to the ground. “I did not consider you would use my own ability against me. That mistake will never happen again.”
“What have you done?!” Jero yelled at the unicorn who just smiled sweetly at him as she stood there looking all innocent.
Something snapped onto the back of Jero’s leg, causing his eyes to go wide.
“Can you really afford distractions right now?” Nightmare asked with a smirk as he took control of Jero’s body.
Dude quickly cast a card, sending a forcefield over and severing the tendril, but another was already reaching up and attaching to the man.
“Crap,” Dude muttered as both Nightmare and the mare turned to face him.
“Ah, one of the little ‘Heroes of Equestria’,” the mare said with a tilt of her head. “Trying to live up to that title?”
In response Dude cast all of his possession cards, sending the tendrils flying at both of them. But dark tendrils from Nightmare’s back flew forward and severed all of them before they even got close to making contact.
Nightmare raised a finger and wagged it at him, a massive smile on his face, “bad little pony.”
“Dude, get out of here!” Jero yelled as he fought to regain control of his body.
The mare stepped towards him, her body crackling with red energy. Jero let out a grunt as a ball of the same energy formed around him and began to slowly shrink, causing him to get down into a crouched position.
With a loud pop, the ball of energy seemed to shock him, knocking him unconscious in one go.
“Perfect, another one caught,” the mare said as she raised the ball of energy up and caused it to disappear, taking Jero with it.
Dude had seen enough as he turned and booked it away, using his magic to teleport down the street.
“Go after that one,” she commanded as she began to trot away down the street.
Without a word Nightmare began to sprint down the street, calling after the stallion in a cheerful voice.
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“This doesn’t make any sense,” a Starch clone said as it stood next to Summer Breeze as they watched the five other Starch’s attack the raging Jun.
“It doesn’t look like anything you do to him actually affects him,” she said, watching as the wounds they inflicted just healed slowly. Even the missing eye was slowly coming back, stitching itself back together. “Either he has some kind of regenerative ability, or he’s doing something else.”
“My thoughts exactly,” he muttered, watching as Jun sliced through all but one of his clones. “Can you do anything about that?”
She just sighed, shaking her head, “I don’t know. I don’t really understand my Ego yet, so I don’t know if I could counter something like that.”
“Can you try?”
“I have tried,” she said with a frown. “All I can do is open a wound he closes, but he’s faster at healing it than I am at undoing it. So it’s pointless.”
Starch rubbed his chin, thinking to himself as Summer Breeze’s Ego Spirit charged up another attack, diving in and cleaving a large hole in the side of Jun, revealing his pounding heart inside. One of the Starch clones saw this and sprang forward instantly, crashing his hoof right through the ribs and grabbing the heart.
With a slice of his wing, Jun killed the clone, but not before it crushed his heart. Yet, nothing happened as he continued to attack everyone around him just as viciously.
“That makes no sense,” Starch said with a frustrated grunt. “Even regeneration can’t save you from that kind of damage.”
Summer Breeze stood there, deep in thought as she racked her brain for an explanation. She raised her hoof and scratched her head, gritting her teeth in annoyance.
Then, an idea hit her as she looked around the area, looking for anything out of the ordinary. She didn’t see anything, but as she scanned the area she did feel something weird. Like something was holding onto her.
She closed her eyes and focused on that feeling, slowly tracing it to its origin. Her back left hoof.
Glancing back she raised her hoof, seeing nothing abnormal… at first. But as she stared at it she could just barely see a very thin, almost invisible, red thread coming out of the ground and attaching to her hoof.
“Starch,” she said, nodding down to the thread.
He followed her gaze and raised an eyebrow, “that’s his Ego alright. But what’s it doing attached to you?”
“Don’t know,” she said as she looked back at him, “but whatever it is, it probably is the reason he’s shrugging off all our damage.”
This brought a smile to his face as he looked back at the battle.
“I’m going to cut it, and when I do, go all out,” she said, holding up her shield as her Ego Spirit prepared to attack on her command.
“You got it, little lady,” Starch said with a smile as he dashed towards the battle.
She sat down and positioned her shield over the thread, giving Starch time to get ready.
After a few moments she gave a nod to one of his clones as she sliced the thread, breaking whatever connection Jun had to her.
In that same moment every one of his clones launched attacks against the Demonic stallion, distracting him as the Ego Spirit flew forward like a drill. WIth a massive spray of blood the Spirit pierced straight through Jun’s midsection, leaving a large hole in him.
He roared in absolute pain as he finally showed signs of being hurt.
“Now!” a clone yelled as they all jumped forward and began to rip into the new hole in Jun, ripping out organs and bones as the Demonic stallion struggled to fight them off, growing weaker by the second.
Summer Breeze watched intently, ready for this to be over.
“Now that is gruesome,” a voice said from next to her.
Her eyes went wide but before she could turn to see who was there, a massive fist grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up.
A whimper escaped her lips as she found herself being held up by an absolutely massive Demonic Griffon, four sharp and jagged bones sticking out of his shoulder blades, looking like the ends of horrifying blades. The face was twisted into the most gruesome and wide smile she’d ever seen, as it no longer had the face of a griffon, but more of the face of a twisted man.
“Summer!” a clone yelled as it broke from fighting Jun and ran towards her.
“You are way too beautiful,” the Demonic creature said as it raised a claw and placed it right next to her face. “Let’s fix that.”
She let out a scream as he sliced his claw across her face, ruining her snout.
As the clone neared them, a fleshy spider-like appendage with a blade on the end erupted from one of his shoulders and sliced the clone in half effortlessly.
“Are you letting yourself lose to these ponies, Junny boy?” the Demonic Griffon asked as he dragged a claw down the body of Summer Breeze. Her Ego Spirit was trying to get to her, but bony blades kept whipping out from the Griffon’s shoulders and catching it.
“Shut up!” Jun yelled as he struggled to stay standing.
A few tendrils of red Ego flew from the Demonic Griffon and attached to Jun, pumping him full of extra energy. This seemed to bring him back to full strength as his wounds quickly healed themselves.
“Oh, now that’s the stuff!” Jun exclaimed as his muscles began to bulge
“Stop being a disappointment,” the Demonic Griffon growled as he looked at Summer Breeze, raising an eyebrow as he saw her struggling to close her wounds. “Oh, look at that, you have some kind of healing Ego. How cute.”
He began to squeeze her neck, slowly choking the life out of her. His flickering eyes watched her intently, seeming to enjoy the sight of her slowly dying. His fleshy appendages kept killing any clone that ran at him, as well as her Ego Spirit.
The fight slowly left her as her hooves weakly slapped against the fist of the large demon.
A white flash suddenly happened between them, followed by the arm holding Summer Breeze exploding in a bloody mess as she fell backwards, hitting the ground roughly. She rolled over coughing raggedly as the Demonic Griffon roared in agony.
As she looked up to see her savior, a relieved smile appeared on her face.
“What have I missed?” Bronwyn asked as she sheathed her sword, keeping her hand on it as she walked towards them, taking everything in.
“You interfering interloper!” The Demonic Griffon roared as he held up his severed arm, grunting as a whole new limb shot out of the stump.
The woman then saw the little symbol above Summer Breeze, recognizing it as the Mark of the Enforcer. She had questions, but she didn’t have the time to ask them as the Demonic Griffon shot straight for her, moving much faster than one would expect with his size.
She didn’t panic as she fell into a fighting stance and dashed to the side just as he neared her, her blade making a ringing sound as she performed a perfect slice, sending his head flying away.
A sigh escaped her lips as she stood up, looking to Jun as he continued his seemingly never ending battle with the Starch clones.
“Bronwyn!” Summer Breeze yelled as she jumped to her hooves, eyes wide.
Spinning around she saw tendrils shoot up and catch the severed head of the Demonic Griffon, pulling it back down and reattaching it to the body.
“Oh you’re going to be annoying to fight,” she muttered as she watched him turn to face her, a smug look on his face.
“Your speed is quite impressive,” he replied as the spider-like appendages began to rise out of his shoulders, extending themselves out.
She took in the four blades made of bone as they flexed above the large Demonic Griffon, a frown on her face. Looking at Summer Breeze, she saw she was still trying to heal her own wounds, while Starch was busy with Jun. That left just her to deal with this massive beast.
“Alright then,” she said as she squared up with him, lowering into a fighting stance as she returned her sword to its sheath.
Summer Breeze groaned in pain as she watched Bronwyn dash towards the Demonic Griffon, slicing away at his bladed appendages as he stabbed at her. She seemed to be doing just fine, so the mare focused on saving herself.
“Am I going to have to do all the work today?” a mare said as she walked up next to Summer Breeze.
She gave the new arrival a strange look as she continued to heal herself. “Ma’am, I think you should get out of here.”
“Oh, I thought you were another of those ‘Heroes of Equestria’,” the unicorn mare said with a smile as she reached over and placed a hoof on Summer Breeze's face. “Such a shame such a beautiful face has that nasty scar on it now.”
“Lady, you need to get out of here,” Summer Breeze snapped, shoving her hoof away from her face.
The unicorn seemed to consider something before winking at her. “Want to see something interesting?”
“No you need to-” she began to say, but the sight of the woman starting to crackle with the same red energy the two Demonic creatures had caused her to lose her voice.
Without warning all six of Starch’s clones were engulfed in a red ball, causing Jun to roar in anger as he smashed against one of them.
“Stop that, you fool!” she sneered, causing him to stop as the six balls formed together, forcing the clones to disappear and leave only the real Starch.
Summer Breeze, not sure what had just happened, narrowed her eyes as she spun her body and slammed her shield right into the other mare’s face. This seemed to catch her completely off guard as she let out a panicked scream and stumbled to the side. However, the ball of red energy stayed around Starch as it shocked him a few times, knocking him out.
“You nasty little pony!” she sneered, her face looking like it was deforming from the hit as a much older and decrepit mare stared back at her for a moment. Then the flesh shot back up, returning her to the young and beautiful image she wanted to present herself as.
Her Ego Spirit flew into the mare, attempting to attack her, but the moment it touched her it crackled and faded away.
“Kill her,” the mare said coldly as she teleported away, reappearing on a building nearby. The ball of red energy holding Starch disappeared, leaving just a very angry and pissed off Jun.
Bronwyn, who had her hands full with the Griffon before her, growled as she watched the other Demonic creature jump for Summer Breeze. The mare was doing her best to dodge and weave around him, using her shield to save herself, but it was clear her wounds were affecting her.
A bony blade suddenly sliced across her arm, causing her to snap back to the fight at hand. Luckily the injury wasn’t that bad for her as she continued to fight at the same speed as before.
The Demonic Griffon just laughed as he kept up his assault on the woman, ignoring the wounds she inflicted on him as they healed just as quickly as she could land them.
“Now you are a real challenger!” he exclaimed as he suddenly flew backwards, breaking contact with her. “So I think I’ll take you seriously.”
His body began to glow as he seemed to start to transform right before her eyes.
Bronwyn didn’t allow him to just freely do as he pleased as she dashed forward and sliced his front legs off, followed by his head. But he just laughed a bit as his entire body, even the severed limbs, shot into itself, forming a fleshy ball.
Then with a bright red flash it reformed into a much different creature. This one was just a simple, but very muscular, middle-aged man wearing a tuxedo. He chuckled as he reached up and rubbed his chiseled chin, working his jaw.
“Oh to be back in my normal body again!” he exclaimed, effortlessly dodging her attacks now as he seemed to be at his full power now. “Ah, the energy is so much easier to control in this form!”
Bronwyn growled as she upped her speed, trying to get at him, but he was like a completely different opponent now. He seemed to just be playing with her now as he casually used the palm of his hand to move her blade aside each time it swung for him.
“I may have just ruined all the fun,” he said as he smiled at her. “I’m far above you now, so this’ll lose its novelty very soon.”
“Damn it,” she grunted as she heard Summer Breeze scream behind her.
She risked a glance back, seeing that Jun had latched onto her shield and was chomping down on it, his teeth shredding her leg attached to the shield.
That small moment of distraction proved to be a massive mistake as he sprang forward, grabbing both her sword hand and her throat. He smirked as he raised her up into the air, showing off his power as he began to choke the life out of her.
Bronwyn raised her legs and slammed them against his face, trying to push herself away from him, but he just held firm to her, a sadistic look on his face as he slowly applied more pressure.
Taking a risk, she dropped her sword, then using one of her feet she kicked the blade upward. She snatched it out of the air with her left hand and brought the blade down across the arms of the man, causing him to let her go as she severed his appendages.
“Clever girl,” he said with a seductive look on his face.
She ignored him as she landed on the ground and swiped her blade across his legs, dropping him to the ground. Now free, she turned and sprinted towards the other two as Jun now had Summer pinned on the ground, the shield barely saving her as he tried to chomp down on her head.
With a careful slice, she severed the spine at the nape of the neck, causing him to go limp. She then grabbed the mare by a leg and hauled her out from under the large demon as he began to regenerate.
“What do we do now?!” Summer Breeze asked in a panic as she saw the other man was reforming as well.
“We need to run,” Bronwyn said reluctantly. “We can’t kill them as we are.”
The two demons stood up at about the same time, turning to face them.
“Crap, we can’t evade them for long,” Bronwyn observed, readying her blade. Then her eyes went wide as she looked back at the little Mark of the Enforcer that floated above the mare's head. “Wait, do you have an Enforcer's Order Hall Dagger?!”
Summer Breeze blinked at her then gave a nod as she reached up to her shield and took it off, revealing there was a dagger hidden within it.
“Amazing!” Bronwyn said as she took the dagger and sliced the air before them.
The two Demonic beings saw this and rushed for them.
Just as they neared them, Bronwyn grabbed the mare and jumped through the portal. The last thing they heard were the frustrated roars as the portal snapped shut.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 30
“Come on, little pony, stop fleeing from me,” Nightmare laughed as he bounded down the street, his tendrils snapping forward as he tried to impale the fleeing stallion. Who was only staying alive by using his magic to teleport all over the street as he galloped away from the beast.
“Shit crap shit fuck!” Dude yelled as he teleported again, his horn struggling to keep up with him. He couldn't’ keep this running up for much longer, as the moment his magic burned itself out, he’d be screwed.
Up ahead he saw a group of ponies working hard to put out a fire as a few others were tending to wounded ponies.
Gritting his teeth he turned to run down another alleyway, not willing to take the Nightmare towards them and put them at risk as well.
“Oh? Not running for the safety of others?” Nightmare asked, roaring with laughter as he shrunk down to fit in the alleyway, slowly catching up to the terrified stallion.
He had a destination in mind, but getting there was the hard part. And he wasn’t even sure if it was still there, since most of the town seemed to be blown to pieces.
As he prepared to teleport further down the alley, something pierced straight through his back leg, causing him to yell in pain. He forced himself to teleport anyway, the pain only getting worse as he started to slow down.
A card flew up in front of himself, casting a minor healing spell. It only really dulled the pain and stopped the bleeding, but it would have to do for now.
“You’re starting to slow down, boy,” Nightmare laughed from behind him as he kept getting closer and closer.
“Damn it,” Dude muttered as he teleported to the end of the alley and ran to the left, his destination dead ahead. The Mellowed Pie, and his bag that held all of his stuff.
The building was on fire, and out front he saw his dad’s wheelchair, laying on its side. He didn’t see his father, so he was going to assume he was okay.
Behind him he heard the sounds of Nightmare bursting through the alley, coming out onto the street with him.
“Where are you trying to go?” he asked as he returned to his massive size, bounding towards the lone stallion.
“Almost,” Dude muttered as he teleported forward a bit, his horn feeling like it was about to split in half. “Almost!” he forced himself to teleport again, a massive flash of pain shooting through his head.
He was so close now, but so was Nightmare. Just a little more!
With a yell he teleported again, but his horn had finally had enough as it sputtered and popped, sending a splitting feeling through his head. “No!” he yelled as he stumbled, no longer confident he’d make it to the house.
“So this is it then?” Nightmare laughed, seeing that Dude was no longer able to use magic. “Oh well, the chase was fun.”
A tendril whipped forward, knocking his legs out from under him, sending him tumbling across the ground.
He let out a groan as he came to a stop on the ground, no longer having it in him to keep running. The massive beast was nearly on top of him, so there was no way he’d get any further.
But not wanting to give up just yet he brought up a card and forced himself to create the first thing that came to mind.
“Going long!” Nightmare yelled with a wide smile on his ape face as he jumped forward and prepared to slam his foot right into the prone stallion, ready to end his life in one glorious hit.
The moment he was about to make contact with the downed stallion, a card flashed as a forcefield appeared around Dude’s body.
Nightmare just roared as he fully committed to the kick, sending the stallion flying into a nearby building. Dude, still encased in the forcefield, slammed through a wall and bounced off of a few surfaces before coming to a rest in the middle of a large room.
He groaned as he rolled over, the shields flickering as they fell. They’d done their job, but he still wasn’t safe.
“Are you still alive, little pony?” Nightmare said in a sinister voice as he crept up on the building, making clicking sounds for no reason other than to terrify Dude.
Dude started to get up to run, but then he realized something as he looked around. He was in the Mellowed Pie! As quickly as he could he jumped up and ran for the kitchen, looking for his saddlebags. He knew he’d left them there earlier in the day, but he just couldn’t remember where!
“I can hear your breathing,” Nightmare said as he shrunk down to fit in the hole, entering the restaurant.
Frantically, he ran around the kitchen and back rooms, looking desperately for his bags.
“I think I’m going to make you my little puppet for a while,” Nightmare said in a low tone, getting closer to where Dude was.
Just as he was about to go into a full on panic he saw his bags, buried under a few jackets. Rushing over he pulled his bags free and began to dig through them, looking for the only item that would save his life.
“There you are,” Nightmare exclaimed as he entered the kitchen, tendrils spreading from his body as his crackling Ego slithered across the ground towards the stallion.
With a relieved smile he pulled out the desired item and jumped up.
“What do you have there?” Nightmare asked, tilting his head as he looked at the item in Dude’s hoof. “Oh, a little dagger. Are you going to stab me to death?” He roared with laughter as Dude raised the dagger. “Oh no, don’t stab me, little pony!”
To his surprise, Dude stabbed the air before him and dragged the blade downward, causing a portal to open before him. Nightmare’s eyes widened as he shot everything right at Dude, but he wasn’t fast enough as the terrified pony dove through the portal, which closed the moment he was through it.
Now alone, Nightmare stood there, his body twitching. He’d been too cocky and had let the little pony escape.
“Tsk tsk tsk,” Lilith said from behind him, causing him to growl. “Come with me.”
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Mr. Bleak dodged backwards as his shadowy hooves appeared all over the tunnel, shattering any creature they hit. These little demon things were everywhere, but they were extremely fragile, so a single hit was enough to take them out.
However, there was one that was giving him trouble.
The decrypted and grotesque Val laughed menacingly as he shoved his way through all the little demons around him, his eyes locked on his brother. “Oh come now, dear brother! Do you plan to fight till the very end?!”
No answer came as Mr. Bleak continued to move around the area, doing his best to keep the little demons between him and his brother.
His Ego no longer had an effect on Val, as he seemed to shrug off anything other than physical damage. Even trying to use his shadowy attacks proved dangerous as Val seemed to be able to sense when they were coming, and would try to bite his hoof as it came for him.
So he needed time to think of a plan, or to escape. This place had a great sense of evil to it, and he could sense something lurking nearby. Something he’d rather not come face to face with.
A massive wave of little demons surged after him, all of them screaming in agony, yet every single one of them sported a gleeful smile on their twisted faces.
He reached out with his Ego, attaching to one of the little creatures. He searched it for an answer to his problems, and it did not take him long to sense something within the demon. The answer to at least one of his problems.
Using his Ego he formed a wall of darkness around himself, blocking the weaker demons from reaching him.
Now that he had a moment to himself he focused on his own Ego, gritting his teeth as he tried to perform a brand new trick. A sphere of Ego spread out from his body and rushed forward, covering every demon around him in his energy.
With a strained grunt, he flexed all of his muscles, causing the spreading Ego to rush back towards him. As it passed back over the crowd of demons it disintegrated them immediately.
As soon as it returned to him he looked around, seeing that it was just him and his corrupted brother left.
“Impressive little trick,” Val cackled, unaffected by Mr. Bleak’s Ego. “But it’ll take a lot more than that to stop me now.”
“Oh trust me, I know,” Mr. Bleak said with a smile as darkness began to spread across the ground around himself.
Val growled in anger as he saw shadowy forms of the little demons starting to rise out of the darkness, all of them now obeying Mr. Bleak.
The little shadowy demons kept coming as they began to advance towards Val.
“Pitiful little army you’ve built yourself,” Val hissed as his massive mouth opened up, a dark red glow beginning to admit from deep within his throat.
Then, like a vacuum he began to suck in all the surrounding demons, causing all of them to rush forward as Mr. Bleak shifted into the shadows. He reappeared behind his brother as the little demons struggled to even reach him.
Using this rare moment of peace he began to expand his senses, searching for a way out of this realm.
A larger demon entered the area through the hole he’d made, this one much different from the little ones he’d killed and enslaved.
He started to try and kill it the same way as earlier, but an idea hit him. He could use this one for something a little different.
As it charged towards him, roaring with the wails of the damned, he smirked. His Ego shot out and attached to the large demon as it reached him, but as it dove for him, he shattered into wispy smoke.
Mr. Bleak reappeared just behind the confused demon, grabbing his trailing Ego in his hoof and yanking it hard. The demon roared as Mr. Bleak pulled its soul from its body and absorbed it himself.
His body flashed a light crimson as he grunted in pain. Apparently directly absorbing the soul of a demon is a terribly agonizing thing to do. But now he had access to their magic, but only temporarily, as this little trick had a time limit.
“Ah, interesting,” he muttered as he gained access to new abilities.
Val was just finishing up with the little demons, a look of complete annoyance on his face.
Just as he finished something attached to him.
“Brother,” Val growled as he closed his gaping maw, turning to face Mr. Bleak. “This is futile, your Ego-“ his eyes went wide as he saw both cyan and crimson Ego swarming around his brother's body. “How?!”
Mr. Bleak gave no answer as he used his new abilities to control the darkness of this realm to restrain his brother. Chains flew up from the ground and wrapped themselves around the demonic stallion, pulling him down roughly.
“You fool!” Val screamed as he fought to free himself. “You think this will hold me?!”
“Of course not, my dear brother,” Mr. Bleak laughed, pulling some of Val’s energy to himself. “But it’ll do enough for now.”
A smile formed on his face as he found the thread of darkness that linked this realm to his own. Giving his brother a bow, he side stepped into the darkness, leaving his brother screaming in rage.
He passed through the darkness, shifting through all kinds of realms as he followed the single thread. He could feel the power he’d stolen from that demon starting to fade, meaning he needed to hurry.
Without a second to spare he shifted out of the darkness, finding himself back in the forest he’d originally been in. The demon's soul faded away, leaving him with only his Ego. But that was fine, since he’d only needed it to return home.
Clearing his throat and dusting himself off, he began to walk for the path, ready to go find his wife and daug-
He came to a jerking halt, finding himself unable to move. His eyes widened as he felt a dark presence within himself.
“Bravo!” Nightmare exclaimed as he and Lilith shimmered into view as they dropped the cloaking spell they’d been hiding under. “Escaping Hell, not many can say they’ve done that!”
“No gloating,” Lilith commanded as her body began to glow red. “That’s how you lost the last one.”
Nightmare growled as he kept his crackling Ego attached to Mr. Bleak, making sure he couldn’t break free or use his Ego.
“I’ll admit, Darkest,” she said as a ball of crackling energy formed around him. “I was a bit worried you’d muck up our plans.”
He just glared at her, unable to free himself from the grasp Nightmare had on him.
The ball of crackling energy fully closed around him as he held Lilith’s gaze.
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Azure Moon dragged the unconscious pony out of the rubble and pulled them over to an area they’d set up for the injured. A few medically trained ponies were rushing around, doing the best they could.
She laid the pony down carefully and then sprinted back to the rubble that used to be the supermarket. A few unicorn’s were using their magic to remove debris, search for survivors.
A loud boom was heard overhead, scarring everyone.
“Oh thank Celestia!” someone yelled as everyone began to cheer.
“It’s Champion!”
Azure Moon growled as she avoided looking up. While she hated and loathed him, at least he’d stop this unnecessary destruction.She just hoped he’d leave her alone while he did it.
“Azure Moon,” Champion said as he floated down to her, his eyes locked on her.
“Please, not now, Star Chaser,” she groaned as she avoided looking at him. “Please, any other time. Just go stop those monsters before any more ponies get hurt.”
But he didn’t fly away or even argue with her, just floated there staring at her.
She grumbled to herself as she finally looked up at him, ready to tell him off, but the sight of him covered in blood stopped her. “Have you… already stopped them?”
“I’m going to ask you a very important question,” he said in a chillingly calm and focused voice, “and your answer will decide the fates of everyone.”
“What is that even supposed to mean?” she asked with a scowl, the ponies around them excitedly chattering about the appearance of Champion.
“I am being considerate by offering you this choice,” he said, eyes wide and bloodshot. “So do not squander it.”
A groan escaped her lips as she facehoofed. “Okay, I’m done. Get the FUCK out of here and do what ever it is you do. I have ponies to save.”
“I warned you,” he said with a sigh as he flickered, followed by every pony in the area exploding into red mist.
Azure Moon’s eyes went wide as what he’d just done slowly dawned on her. She fell to her haunches and began to scoot away from him, “what… have you done?!”
“I am the King now,” he said calmly, ignoring her completely. “And I am offering for you to be my Queen of your own free will. If you decline…” a dark look fell over his face. “Do not decline.”
“You’re a monster…” she muttered, heart racing as she stared up at him in horror. “You killed all those innocent ponies…”
“And many more will die if you decline,” he deadpanned, waving his hoof over the area. “Your answer here decides how I will rule this world. Think carefully.”
He flew down and landed before her, holding his hoof out to her. “Azure Moon, do you accept the role as Queen of Equestria? To be my beloved wife forever and always?”
She just stared at him in complete shock as he smiled down at her, knowing he’d finally won.
As he stared at her face, he couldn’t help but feel complete happiness for the first time in a long time. She’d accept his offer and rule by his side without having to be forced into it.
He watched as her face twisted into all kinds of emotions as he moved his hoof a little closer to her. “Come, my love, we have much to do.”
Her face finally settled on an emotion as she slapped his hoof away with a sneer on her face, jumping up and stomping her front hooves. “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! YOU’RE A MURDERER! A MONSTER!”
“Azure, think very-”
“Stop acting like I’ll ever be with you!” she roared, kicking debris at him. “Fuck you, Star! Just fucking kill me, get it over with! I can see it in your eyes! If you can’t have me then no one can! So just grow a pair and kill me! And if you can’t, then LEAVE!”
With all the hate and passion she had in her body she spat into his face, hitting him in the eye.
His eye twitched as he stared down at her. This wasn’t right at all. This…
With a flash he slapped her across the face, sending her crashing into the ground. The hit had been hard, but not enough to really hurt her.
She let out a cough as she struggled to stand back up, but he flew towards her and kicked her back over.
“You foolish mare,” he growled as she floated above her, eyes ablaze with fury. “I’ve offered you everything you could ever ask for and you spit in my face?! SPIT INTO MY FACE?!”
“Fuck you,” she groaned as she continued to be defiant and force herself back up. “I’m never going to be yours, asshole.”
“You will be,” he growled as he slammed down on top of her, easily forcing her onto her back. He held her legs down as she glared up at him.
“Do it then,” she growled, spitting into his face again. “Use those fucking lazer eyes to burn my face off!”
“No,” he growled as he looked into her eyes, his heart racing. “You’re going to be mine.”
She began to throw more insults his way, but the sight of him suddenly reaching down and removing his pants caused her to stiffen up.
“No,” she said firmly. “No, that is not happening.”
“Yes,” he said just as firmly.
“Star Chaser, no!” she yelled, struggling against him.
“Just stop,” he said as he lowered his body onto hers.
“If you… IF YOU-” she started to say, but was cut off as she began to scream.
Champion kept his eyes on her, his face emotionless as he finally got what he wanted. She kept struggling and screaming, but he kept it up.
He lost focus momentarily as he started to enjoy himself, letting one of her hooves go. She immediately slammed it into his face, causing him to thrust into her harder. As she screamed he grabbed her hoof and shoved it back down.
“Do NOT hit me!” he roared inches from her face as he increased his speed.
She suddenly latched onto his snout with her teeth, trying to tear into his flesh. But he was way too durable for that as he just got angrier. With a hard yank he pulled his snout from her teeth, actually chipping one of them in the process as she’d had a death grip on his snout.
Her eyes went wide as he adjusted their position slightly, giving him a better angle.
“This is amazing,” he gasped into her face, his hips thrusting faster and faster. “You’re amazing.”
She didn’t have it in her anymore to insult him as she just waited for this to be over with.
“Oh I love you, my Queen,” he grunted, starting to breathe harder.
With a pathetic moan his whole body stiffened as he finished, looking straight up at the sky.
Tears rolled out of her eyes as she clenched them shut, not able to look at him anymore.
“Oh…” he said as his body shook as he laid down on her. “That… wow, Azure.”
“Get off…” she said softly.
“I love you,” he said as he kissed the side of her face.
“GET OUT OF ME!” she cried out, resuming her struggling as she just wanted him out of her and to leave.
A dark look fell across his face.
“I just gave myself to you and this is how you react?!” he yelled, ripping himself out of her and standing above her as she let out a pained scream and rolled over, beginning to crawl away as she sobbed loudly.
His eye twitched again as he grabbed her tail and yanked her back to himself. “If this is how you’re going to act,” he said as he pulled the little orb Lilith had given him out of his pocket dimension, “then we’re doing this the hard way.”
She cried for anyone to come to her aid, but there was no one left in the area.
He touched the orb to the back of her head, causing her to go stiff as it worked its magic on her.
A pleased look fell across his face as he looked her over, waiting for the orb to finish with her.
“My Queen.”
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 31
Bronwyn looked around as she slowly stood up, amazed that she was back in the Enforcer’s Order Hall. She’d lost access to it long ago when the UAD returned, which was when she’d also been split up from the other Enforcer’s.
But to be back after all this time, she felt a sense of relief and comfort wash over her. This brought her closer to reuniting with her friends again.
Turning her attention to the young mare, she again took notice of the Mark of the Enforcer. She had questions, but first she asked the most important one.
“Are you okay, Summer Breeze?” She asked as she kneeled down next to her, watching as her wounds were still slowly healing.
“I will be,” she mumbled, still looking a bit shaken up with her battle with Jun.
She still looked the mare over, making sure there was no real damage done to her. Luckily it appeared the worst of it was a mostly healed tear down her entire underside, with a nasty scar on her face already healed.
Satisfied she would be okay, the woman stood up, glancing around the door some more. “Alright, Summer, tell me how you became an Enforcer.”
“Oh, another Enforcer used an item to make all of Phantasm Troupe Enforcer’s,” she said as she stood up fully.
“Who was it?!” Bronwyn asked as her head snapped back to the young mare, excitement clear on her face.
“Um, Loric,” she said, a grimace on her face.
Bronwyn started to say something, but then she noticed the look on the mare’s face. “Where’s Loric?”
Summer Breeze looked away from her, “he died.”
This shocked Bronwyn to her core as she took a step back and collapsed to her knees. “That’s not possible… not Loric…”
“Champion inflicted a terrible wound on him and he passed away some time later,” the mare said as carefully and straight to the point as she could. “He died peacefully though, at the grave site of his friends.”
The woman just sat there, barely processing what she was hearing.
“His wandering Ego,” Summer Breeze continued, wanting to get all of this out now, “is inside of Shayla.”
“His Ego chose Shayla?” Bronwyn asked in a hollow voice, a ghost of a smile on her face. “That’s good then…”
“Do you need anything?” Summer Breeze asked as the woman continued to stare off into nothingness.
“No,” she replied in an empty voice.
Behind them another portal opened and Dude came flying through it, yelping as he bounced off of the floor.
“Dude!” Summer Breeze yelled as she ran towards him, jumping and sliding on her knees up next to him. She looked him over frantically as he laid there breathing heavily, his horn was also clearly burnt out. She began to try and heal the gaping wound in his back leg, but it was slow going.
Then she realized something as her body began to shake, “where’s my brother?! Is he okay?!”
“Nightstreak is okay,” Dude reassured her in an exhausted voice. “Trixie took him somewhere safe.”
She let out a sigh of relief as she stopped shaking so much, “what about the others?”
“I don’t know,” he grunted, sitting up forcibly. “Summer, they took your dad.”
“What?!” She yelped in surprise. “What do you mean they took my-“ then she remembered what happened to Starch. “But why?! They took Starch too!”
“I don’t know what’s even going on,” he groaned, pushing himself up to all fours, wobbling a bit as his body threatened to give out. He was beyond exhausted at this point.
“Stay down, Dude,” she commanded, forcing him back down.
“I need to get to Nightstreak and the others,” he protested, but his body betrayed him as he was no longer able to get up.
“We’ll get them,” she assured him. “But we need to wait a bit. If we go back out there right now we’ll probably get killed.”
“Damn it,” he growled as he weakly slammed his hoof on the floor.
She sighed as she looked over at Bronwyn, who looked very forlorn as she stared off into nothingness.
“Oh this is a mess…” Summer Breeze muttered as she stood up and went to look for Luzzumi.
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An hour after the battle
Flippy Dew frowned as she stood above her dad as he laid on the makeshift bed, all the ponies around them yelling orders to each other. They were currently in the Everfree forest, where Calypso and Doc had set up an impromptu evac zone, using it as a rallying point for any ponies fleeing the fighting.
But from the sounds of it the fighting had died down long ago.
Ponies were steadily streaming out of the destroyed town, heading for the little camp in search of aid and comfort. Luckily the hospital staff survived the destruction of the hospital as they rushed around, making sure everything was set up and running correctly.
Watching everyone run around and being useful made Flippy Dew feel a bit useless, as she just sat by her dad as he rested. Doc had healed his wounds, but they’d still taken a tow on her dad's body. Which resulted in him needing to sleep it off.
“Dewy!” a female voice called out, causing her to whip around and see her mother, Ditzy Dew, rushing towards.
“Mom!” Flippy Dew screamed as happy tears began to pour down her face, jumping up and flying into her mothers embrace.
“Oh I thought I’d lost you!” her mom cried, holding onto her daughter tightly. “I heard that you were last seen fighting that Griffon monster!”
“Dad saved me,” she said as she broke the hug and pulled her mother over to where her father lay.
“Oh Cody!” her mother exclaimed as she fell down by his side, taking his hoof in hers.
Now that her mother was here, she felt like she could leave and see if her friends were here.
“Mom, I’m going to go find my friends,” she said, patter her mother on the shoulder.
“Don’t leave camp, please,” her mother said, giving her a pleading look.
“I won’t, mom,” she said with a little smile as she lifted into the air and began to fly around.
It took her a little bit but she eventually found both of them laying near each other on the makeshift beds.
Both were awake, and neither one looked like they felt that great.
“Guys!” she exclaimed as she landed between their two beds.
“Dew!” Roxxy yelled, leaning over and pulling the other mare into a tight hug. “I thought your dumbass got killed!”
“Almost did,” she laughed as she returned the hug.
“Flip, you seen my sister or Dude?” Nightstreak asked, body covered in massive bruises.
She broke the hug and turned to him, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, I’ve only found you two so far,” she said as she walked over and hugged him, causing him to wince in pain.
“Can you go find them?” he asked as she leaned back.
“I will,” she promised, slugging him in the shoulder.
“Careful!” he hissed, groaning as he rubbed the bruised area.
As she began to continue searching, a loud boom was heard high above them, causing everyone to look up.
In the sky they saw Champion slowly descending towards them, and from the looks of it, he did not look pleased.
“Champion!”
“Did you get them, Champion?!”
“Is it safe now?!”
The gathered ponies all yelled questions to him as he landed.
“Silence everyone,” he said in an authoritative voice. “I have news.”
Everyone went silent as he stood there, a solemn look on his face. There was a flash right behind him as a female unicorn appeared with what looked to be a News Team.
The ponies ran around Champion and quickly set up a camera as they seemed to be getting ready to go Live.
“What’s going on?” Nightstreak asked as the three of them stared in confusion at the scene before them. The rest of the crowd was just as confused, but no one said a word.
Once the News Team was set up, they gave a signal to Champion as he cleared his throat loudly.
“The attack on New Ponyville has ended,” he announced, getting a roaring response from the crowd. “But it was a ruse, to distract me from the real threat. And I regret to inform you, all of Equestria, that it worked. I have failed.”
He tilted his head to the side, tears rolling down his face, looking very dramatic. “The Princesses, my mother and aunt, are dead.”
The crowd went silent as everyone stared in shock at him. After a pause, someone in the crowd screamed, which broke the tension as everyone began to wail loudly.
“I am so sorry,” he yelled to everyone, looking absolutely regretful. “But there’s even worse news.”
Slowly everyone quieted down enough for him to continue.
“We’ve been betrayed, by those we trust the most,” he said loudly.
“I don’t like where this is going,” Roxxy muttered, a frown on her face.
“I’ve been following a few leads over the last few years,” Champion began, taking on a more serious tone and appearance. “I didn’t want to believe it, but everything pointed to one outcome. Yet I tried to disprove it, which has cost the Princesses their lives.” He held his head high as the female unicorn next to him gave a nod. “Everypony. Equestria. This entire event, the attack here, the death of our beloved Rulers, was set in motion and perpetrated by Bronies.”
Everyone gasped in horror, while a few began to look a bit uncomfortable.
“Not just a group of Bronies,” he stated loudly. “But ALL Bronies. I have uncovered horrible evidence that everything we know is a lie! Bronies came here to rule this world, not live among it! We have been tricked, bamboozled!”
“What?!” someone yelled out, followed by a few in the crowd yelling their own questions at him. But he ignored them all.
“My Father, the late Prince Frederic found out about this plot and he tried to stop it, but he was killed for his efforts! He was not killed by the Watcher, but by Lance Greenfield and his friends!”
This caused the ponies to go ballistic as they seemed to be believing every word their Hero was saying.
“Oh fuck…” Roxxy mouthed as the crowd around them began to get restless, the events of the day already had everyone anxious and agitated. This revelation was just the final straw for a lot of them.
“As I have found out, using my TRUTH POWERS, all Bronies were in on this. A massively coordinated attack that was supposed to end with my death as well. But I foiled their plans and freed the minds of those they enslaved to attack us today.”
As he said this a few creatures appeared right behind him. It was the ones who’d just attacked the town!
They were all in their normal forms now, no longer appearing to be Demonic at all.
Everyone gathered began to panic, but Champion held up his hoof, calming them down.
“These are the victims of the Bronies,” he said, casting a hoof over the gathered group behind him. “Each one was under the direct control of one of the Bronies in this town. They were just pawns in this game, victims like the rest of us.”
The crowd still looked unsure, but they trusted Champion completely. He was their Hero after all, and now their new Ruler.
“What are we going to do about this?” someone up front asked.
“I’ve already taken the necessary steps to ensure this attack does not go unpunished,” he said, nodding to the female unicorn.
She stepped forward and her body began to glow red as she raised into the air.
“Do not be alarmed,” Champion said to the panicked crowd. A few ponies in the crowd were suddenly surrounded in crackling energy as ponies began to panic and scream.
“It is okay, my little ponies!” he yelled loudly, “we are just imprisoning all the Bronies among you. If we do not, their next plan involves killing entire cities of ponies to get what they want!”
“Dad!” Flippy Dew yelped as she looked in the direction of her parents, seeing that her father was one of the ones encased in the crackling energy.
Champion looked at the camera crew, giving a determined smile, “I request all citizens of this great nation follow my lead. Report any Bronies you know to the authorities and we will make sure they do not hurt you or your family ever again.”
The crowd of ponies began to cheer, throwing insults and jeers at the ones who were being raised into the sky encased in the crackling energy. All at once, they all made a popping sound as they disappeared, removing all the Bronies from the crowd.
“What about their spouses and kids?!” someone yelled out in a panic.
The ponies around the three friends began to step away from them, giving them dirty looks.
Champion looked at the unicorn, who just gave a nod.
“You are right, we can not take any chances. From here on, any one related to a Brony MUST be turned in. Anyone found to be protecting a Brony or their family will be treated as a traitor to Equestria!”
The crowd began to get rowdy as they began to push the accused ponies in question around, yelling for Champion to come get them.
“What do we do?!” Nightstreak asked in a low voice, the crowd screaming at them as they began to push towards the three ponies.
In the background the female unicorn began to rise into the air again, her red energy crackling around her body.
Flippy Dew watched as ponies all around them began to get encased in the red energy, knowing it was only a matter of time before she and her friends were trapped in it as well. She cast a glance to see her mother also being raised up, knowing she had a tough choice to make.
“Ah fuck!” she cursed as she pulled out her Order Hall Dagger, just as the crowd began to throw things at them.
“Dew, we can’t just leav-” Nightstreak began to say, but a bottle crashed into his face, shattering into tiny shards. “AH my fucken eyes! Get us out of here!”
She ripped a portal open right in front of herself as she grabbed her two friends and dragged them through the portal, just as the crowd surged towards them. The portal snapped shut behind them, cutting off the awful screams of the angry mob.
“Guys?!” Summer Breeze yelled as she rushed towards them. “Are you okay?!”
“No,” Flippy Dew said as she fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face.
“What happened?!” Summer Breeze asked as she attached her Ego to all three of them, trying to heal them the best she could.
Roxxy wiped her face as she shakily stood up. “Champion happened.”
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“Everyone?” Dude asked dumbfoundedly as he and Nightstreak sat together, pressed into each other's embrace.
“Everyone,” Roxxy confirmed solemnly, looking around the table at everyone. “Champion made up some bullshit about all the Bronies being these scheming evil creatures, and everyone just ate it up.”
“From the looks of it,” Nightstreak growled, “Champion is the one who led the attack. He’s probably the one who killed the Princesses as well.”
Dude groaned as he laid his head against his partner, “this is so fucked…”
“What are we going to do though?” Flippy Dew asked, her face still coated in tears. “Champion just made Bronies criminals, and it looks like all of Equestria will go along with him. So that means we’re criminals.”
The group went silent as the situation sank in. They couldn’t go home, and everyone they know has either been captured or turned against them.
“I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do,” Roxxy said as she slammed her hoof down and stood up, “we’re going to figure this shit out, and then we’re going to make him pay for what he’s done today.”
“If any of you step out of here and try to face him,” Bronwyn said as she sat with her arms crossed. “Then you will die. Just like Loric.”
“Stop being a downer,” Nightstreak said, getting a glare from her. “I’m sorry. But we have to do something. We can’t just sit here and let him win!”
Bronwyn looked at Luzzumi, who gave her a reassuring smile, cauisng her to let out a heavy sigh.
“Okay,” she said, shaking her head. “But you all need training, and lots of it. We’ll use the Enforcer’s Time Chamber to train. Time works differently there, as a day here is a year there.”
Everyone looked unsure, so she added, “fatigue does not exist there, and it doesn't affect your aging process at all. You gain all the benefits without any of the drawbacks. This is the only way you guys will be able to even stand a chance against Champion or any of his new goons.”
“Well,” Roxxy began, looking at her friends. “What do you guys say?”
“I’m in, of course,” Summer Breeze said with a determined nod.
“Enforcer’s Time Chamber?” Nightstreak chuckled, “sounds like that Dragon Ball shit Shayla is always going on about. I’m down.”
“Me too,” Dude chuckled, bumping hooves with Nightstreak.
Flippy Dew had a determined look on her face as she gave a sharp nod.
“Wonderful!” Luzzumi exclaimed as he rushed for one of the passages. “I’ll get tha gear ready at once!”
Bronwyn stood up as well, heading for the living quarters. “I have plenty of training manuals that will be of use to you all.”
“Oh great, we’ll be reading in there,” Dude groaned as he slammed a hoof into his head.
The others chuckled at his reaction, the tension still in the air, but at least they could still laugh with each other.
“I wish Shayla was here…” Flippy Dew suddenly said, getting everyone’s mood to fall even more.
“I know,” Roxxy said, putting a hoof on her shoulder. “But you know what she’d say right now if she saw all of us looking all dejected?”
“You pussies, get up and move forward!” Nightstreak suddenly yelled out, causing all of them to start laughing loudly.
“Okay then,” Roxxy said as she wiped a tear from her eye. “Let’s keep moving forward.”
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Pacing feels weird to me for this chapter. My fault.
Chapter 32
Later that day, nighttime
“I don’t think this is the healthiest way to deal with your trauma,” Rosemary said with a grimace, watching me work on myself in the mirror.
“I don’t have trauma,” I mumbled as I reworked my eyelashes to not look so feminine. “I’m doing this for other reasons.”
“And what are those reasons?” she asked as she watched me work.
I rolled my eyes as I picked up a long blue scarf and began to wrap it around my head, only leaving my eyes exposed, “just my own reasons.”
“You do know I can see your thoughts?” she asked, crossing her arms as I leaned forward and looked myself over in the mirror.
“So what?” I grumbled as I cleared my throat and took on a much deeper and rougher voice. “My name is Shane Beltosh.” Shaking my head I adjusted my voice a bit, “Hello, I am Shane Beltosh.” Not that one either.
“Shayla, I know what happened was-”
“Stop,” I said, holding up a hoof as I stared at myself in the mirror. Clearing my throat a few more times, I took on a more natural voice, letting my normally raspy voice take the lead. “I am Shane Beltosh, a male Kejtdra.”
That one was perfect! Looks like just making it a bit deeper has the desired effect of making me sound like a guy.
“This honestly is the worst possible way to handle this,” she groaned, not enjoying that I was ignoring her.
“Now,” I said in my new masculine voice, “let’s fix the next problem.”
I opened my stats menu, seeing that I had twelve unspent skill points.
“Please, do not do what you’re thinking about doing,” she begged as I began to pump all of the points into strength.
“I have to, if I’d been stronger back there he’d never have gotten that far with me,” I grunted as I finished and smiled as I hit accept, actually feeling much stronger now.
“You need to go up gradually, and balanced, doing it this way is not the most efficient-”
“This is how I’m doing it,” I stated simply, smiling behind my scarf as I looked at myself once more in the mirror, admiring how I actually looked like a male Kejtdra now.
Now, no one would think to try any of that shit with me again.
“Drop it, please,” I said sternly as I glanced at her, seeing she had a sad look on her face.
“I’m here when you’re ready,” she said as she faded away.
“Yeah yeah,” I muttered, walking for the door and pushing it open, walking back into the dinner I’d been sitting around in for the last few hours.
Now that I was sorted out, I needed to get back to work.
I walked across the dinner, looking out the windows at the compound across the street. I’d come straight here to finish the job, but the moment I tried to confront the guards out front, I lost my nerve. Which is weird, because that’s never happened before.
So I ended up sitting at this dinner for hours, trying to build up my nerve. But now that I've changed up my appearance, I’m pretty sure I can do this.
Stepping outside, I took a deep breath and then power walked down the street, heading for the front gates of the compound.
I had a foolproof plan of getting in and out with the data.
As I neared the gates, where four male Kajtdra stood laughing, I gave a loud whistle.
Yet they ignored me as they kept up their conversation. So I whistled again.
Still, no response.
Fine then.
With a growl I sprinted toward and dashed into the middle of all four of them, catching them all off guard. Before they could react I went on a rampage, hitting each one with a fury of punches and kicks, moving between each of them as I alternated on who I was hitting.
It didn’t take long for all four of them to be out cold, laying around me in a little circle.
“Huh, that was easier than it should’ve been,” I grumbled, stepping over one of the men as I walked into the compound, finding a large courtyard before me with a large building in the middle. And also at least forty Kejtdra walking around as they worked on moving boxes between a loading zone and a warehouse.
No one seemed to care about me just standing there, so I just shrugged and walked forward, heading for the main building. Not one person even looked at me, just ignoring me as I walked through them.
“Okay then,” I said with a raised eyebrow as I made it to the front doors of the building. I honestly expected at least some kind of resistance, so this was turning out to be way more simple than I intentionally thought it would be.
Stepping through the doors I found myself in a lobby of some kind, with a receptionist sitting behind the desk. Right next to her desk was a door labeled ‘Admin & Records’.
It can’t be this easy, right?
I walked over to the Kejtdra behind the desk and leaned on it, getting her attention. “Hey, babe, got a data center thing around here?” I asked in my most charming guy voice.
She looked up at me with a raised eyebrow. “Do you have a pass, sir?”
“Sure I do,” I laughed, patting at my pockets. “Ah drat, looks like I left them in my other pants.”
“You’ll need to go retrieve your pass before I’m able to open the doors for you,” she said in a bored voice.
I frowned a bit, not that she could see my face through the scarf. So I leaned over the desk, getting a foot away from her face, “come on, do I gotta run all the way home to get that stupid pass?”
“Afraid so,” she said firmly.
Before I tried to charm her anymore, I saw there was a red button right next to her that seemed to be connected to the door I wanted to gain access to.
She saw me looking at it and put a hand over it. “Sir, either get your pass, or head over to your work area to get a new one.”
“Eh…” I reached out with my hand and slowly pushed down on her hand, making her push the button. The door next to her desk popped open as the locks were released.
“Sir!” she yelled as I began to side step towards the door awkwardly. “Sir, do not go down that hallway!”
I gave her finger guns as I grabbed the door and slowly side stepped into it as she yelled once more. Closing the door gently, I let out a nervous laugh.
“That was odd…”
Turning around I saw that I was in a hallway with a few doors running down it on either side. With the one at the end being labeled ‘Records’.
“This is so dumb,” I said aloud as I casually walked down the hallway, looking in each door as I passed by it.
There were other Kejtdra in each of the rooms, all working on various tasks. Once I reached the door labeled ‘RECORDS’ I stopped.
‘Isn’t this all a bit… weird?’ I thought to Rosemary as she appeared next to me.
“It is,” she agreed, rubbing her chin. “This is going very smoothly, and no one is really trying to stop you.”
‘Think it’s a trap or something?’
“It crossed my mind.”
I sighed as I shrugged, “Ah screw it.”
Pushing the door open I stepped in, ready to see some kind of filing system or maybe a super old computer set up. But nope. Not anything normal like that.
“Oh did not expect that,” Rosemary said as she stepped out of sight.
“What the fuck is this?” I muttered as I walked into the room.
There were ten bug-like people sitting in chairs with helmets over their entire heads with glowing wires attaching to each of them, all leading to a pulsating barrel.
“Those must be Halwen’s,” Rosemary said as she appeared between two of the bug people. “This worlds other race.”
“But what is this shit?” I asked as I walked in and began to examine the strange set up.
“If I had to guess,” she began, also looking it over. “It’s some kind of organic version of a computer. I’ve seen things like this in other dimensions. They’ve linked their minds together and are using them as both a power source and as processors for whatever information they’re storing in here.”
Stepping up to the glowing barrel I realized it gave off a strong warmth, almost as if it was breathing right on me.
“I don’t like this,” I said as I looked around the room again.
“Plug in,” she suddenly said as she tapped at the side of the barrel where a little port lay. “I’ll do all the hard stuff, all you need to do is make sure we don’t get disconnected.”
“You got it,” I said with a little salute as I pulled out the wire in my wrist and plugged it into the barrel.
Rosemary made a grunt as she faded away, now in the back of my mind as I felt a weird feeling wash over me, coming from the cable connected to the pulsating barrel.
“Hey, you’re not supposed to be here!” someone suddenly yelled from the doorway, causing me to spin around to see four armored Kejtdra stepping into the room with me.
“I’m not?” I asked in my raspy male voice. “Then up your security, I literally just walked into here.”
“Step away from the database,” one of them said as he popped out a baton-like weapon.
“Hey, she’s connected to it!” another yelled, causing all of them to rush towards me.
“Ah shit,” I grumbled as they neared me. The first one to reach out for me got his arm broken in three places and kicked backwards.
I smirked at the other three as they were now a bit more hesitant on approaching me.
“Come on, guys, we can talk this out,” I said in a charming voice, but this just broke them out of their stupor as they all three moved in on me.
It was hard to move or fight with my left arm out of commission as I had to stay connected to the barrel, but I was confident enough that all I’d need was my right.
With a yell I slammed a fist into one of their faces, causing him to crumble to the ground. But since I couldn't move like I’m used to I wasn’t able to dodge the baton of the largest guy as he began to beat me in the face with it.
Grunting, I brought my arm up to block the hits, which left my mid section unguarded as the other began to lay into me with his baton. Now I was getting pummeled from all angles.
As one of them brought his baton down towards me I exploded into action, grabbing the weapon and ripping it from his grasp. He yelped as I swung the baton into the other guy, catching him in the throat.
He made a gurgled yelping sound as he lost the will to fight and fell to the ground, choking and coughing violently.
Before he could react, I kicked out with my foot, breaking the now weaponless Kejtdra’s leg at the knee. He let out a wail as he tried to get back, but I slammed the baton into his head, breaking the weapon in the process. This sent the man crashing to the ground, out cold.
The only one still standing was the one’s arm I’d broken, but he wasn’t coming near me anytime soon.
“Done,” Rosemary announced.
“Good,” I grunted as I disconnected from the barrel and moved for the door. As I passed the one with the broken arm I kind of jumped at him, causing him to scream in terror and fall to the ground. I just laughed as I continued on my way.
Just like when I entered the compound, it was just as easy to leave, with no one trying to stop me.
“This was literally a waste of my talent,” I groaned as I stepped through the gates. “I guess I should head back to-”
I snapped my head over to see a strange person leaning against the wall next to me.
Neither of us spoke as we stared at each other, his mask giving nothing away just as my own covered face gave nothing away.
He was almost entirely comprised of the color green, with a bit of fluff at his shoulders and headpiece.
“Got a problem, pal?” I asked in my gruff voice as I stepped past him, keeping my eyes locked on the eyes of the mask.
Yet he didn’t respond as I walked past him.
“Okay then,” I said as I walked backward, his head following me as I moved. “Don’t fuck with me, bud.”
The strange man, who was clearly not a Kejtdra, just laughed in a thick accent, seeming to find me amusing or something.
“Screw off,” I said as I flipped him off and continued walking backwards, keeping my eyes on him.
He never said a word to me or followed me as I turned the corner, losing sight of him.
“Fucking creep,” I mumbled as I turned and began to head down the street at a steady pace.
Something made a sound behind me, causing me to snap around, ready to fight. But there was no one there, just an empty street. I narrowed my eyes as I turned to continue on my way, and slammed face first into the chest of the large man.
I yelped and instinctively threw my fist up at him. But he just gracefully moved his body out of the way of my hit. I jumped back, getting into a fighting pose.
“What the fuck, bro?!” I yelled in my gruff voice, which cracked a bit since I was so caught off guard.
“Which name do you prefer?” he asked in a thick accent I couldn’t place. “Shayla or Shane?”
“How do you…” I began, but then narrowed my eyes as I realized he must have been spying me. So I did the one thing I’m good at, I sprang forward and attempted to grab him. But my hands just grasped at the open air as he easily moved out of my reach.
Growling I pushed after him, trying to hit him with both my fist and feet, but he just kept dodging everything. No matter how I attacked, I was unable to even brush against his armor. It was like I was fighting a magnet and my attacks were repelling it.
“Are you almost done?” he asked in an amused voice, causing me to start attacking him faster, my speed increasing with each punch I threw. “I’ll wait till you’re done.”
“Shut it!” I growled as I kept up my assault, getting more and more frustrated that I wasn’t even touching the guy.
“He must have some kind of dodging ability,” Rosemary observed as she reached out to touch him, but he even dodged her hand. What the actual fuck?!
The guy just chuckled as he pulled out a book and began to read it, completely ignoring me as I attacked him.
“Have you read this comic book?” he asked as he turned it around to me, but I paid him no attention as I yelled in frustration, my body going at full speed now. “It’s Corn Justice Man. It’s about this wacky little superhero and his little sidekick, Popcarl.”
I just let out a loud yell of anger, causing him to just shrug and go back to reading the comic book.
“Shayla, just stop, he’s clearly far above us,” Rosemary said with a frown as she tried to touch him again, causing him to just move away from her.
Huffing and puffing, I finally relented and backed away, my body coated in sweat.
“Ah, got it out of your system?” he asked in a cheerful tone, followed by me spitting at him, which he also dodged. “Done?”
“Yeah, I’m done I guess,” I grumbled, trying to calm my breathing.
“Beautifully excellent!” He said loudly as he put his comic book away and stood up tall before me. “Now that you’re not attacking me, I want to offer you a little deal.”
“No deal,” I said, walking around him and continuing on my way. “I’m already working on something right now.”
“Yes, for Rig Fanden for a VIP access card,” he said casually, walking next to me without a care in the world.
I didn’t say anything, since I didn’t know how that contract would react to something like this. I’d rather not just die.
“Yes yes, you can’t speak about it. But you can listen,” he said cheerfully. “Finish up this contract of yours and then I’ll help you with your little goal of getting home.”
“Pass,” I said flatly. “I’m not teaming up with you, or anyone here. Especially someone I can’t even hit. Plus, I do not trust you.”
“Very valid points,” he chuckled as he walked ahead of me. “When you’re ready to talk, just say my name.”
“Yeah? What name would that be?” I asked with narrowed eyes.
“Talio, my crossdressing friend,” he said with a little bow.
“Oh fuck off,” I grumbled, popping my collar up and turning down a different street to get away form him.
“I will see you later, Shane,” he said from behind me, causing me to turn to say something. But he was gone now.
“That guy must be avoided at all cost,” Rosemary said with a shudder. “There’s something very off about him.”
“I felt it too,” I said, continuing on my way. I don’t know what it was, but that guy was not normal.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 33
Domitor stepped out of the clinic, a sour look still on his face.
“Cheer up, it could have been worse,” Floria commented as she walked out past him, taking note of his face.
He didn’t respond as he began to walk down the street, not really having a destination in mind. It was nighttime now, so most of everything seemed to be closed. Which was fine by him, since he didn’t want to be around other people at that moment.
Being in that clinic was hard enough with all the questions they kept asking him.
“We can head back to my place?” she offered, but he just shrugged a bit in response. “Erm…”
“I’m sorry,” he finally said, letting out a deep sigh. “I just need some time to process what just happened today.”
She put her hands in her pockets as she looked at him as they walked, a conflicted look on her face. “Would it make you feel better if… we went and found Shayla?”
This caused him to take a half step, stumbling a bit as the memories flooded back in. Should they find her? Make sure she was okay? Or should they give her space? Would she even want them around? She did attack him when he tried to check up on her.
“I don’t know,” he finally muttered. “I don't like her, and she’s been a major problem in my life, so I’m not even sure if I want to help her.”
“I get that,” she said, looking up at the night sky. “We should sleep this day off, and start over in the morning. What do you think?”
He gave a small nod, “yeah, I’d love to reset all this.”
“Then come on, Dommy,” she laughed, returning to her happy self.
“I’m sleeping on the couch this time,” he stated, causing her to flip him off and stick her tongue out.
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“Again, I advise against this course of action,” Rosemary said as she watched me buy a hotel room for the night. “We have a perfectly fine room back at your grandparents house.”
I thanked the receptionist and took my key, mostly ignoring Rosemary.
“Shayla, we-”
‘It’s Shane now,’ I thought to her, fully embracing my new identity. ‘And I don’t want to see them right now, I feel all awkward and shit.’
“Okay, Shane,” she said with a sigh, “if you want to spend some time alone, then that is okay. Just don’t close everyone out.”
“I’ll be fine,” I said aloud as I reached my room and used the key to open the door. Stepping in I found a very simple and bare room, with just a single bed and chair in the room.
It was enough for me.
All I wanted to do was take a bath and sleep for days.
I began to strip off my clothes, heading for the bathroom. As I stepped in, I looked in the mirror, seeing my uncovered face staring back. I stared at myself, following the curves on my face, then I traced my gaze down my body.
A growl escaped my lips as I slammed my fist forward, shattering the mirror and putting my hand right through the wall behind it.
My eyes widened as I realized the reaction I just had, stepping back and looking down at myself again.
“Oh shit… I am broken…”
Before Rosemary could appear to say anything, I whipped around and turned on the shower, moving past what just happened.
After a long and emotional shower, I stepped back into the room, drying my hair as I walked over to the bed. I tossed the towel aside and stood there on all fours, stretching out my wings. I let out a groan of relief as I felt my body release some of the built up tension of having to walk around on two legs all day.
As I stood there, a weird feeling fell over me. I did not like the sensation of not wearing clothes, which is super weird since I NEVER wear clothes normally.
I jumped into bed, pulling the covers up over myself, which made me feel better.
Some time passed as I just stared up at the ceiling, trying to keep my thoughts away from the day's events. Luckily, I began to think about home and all my friends.
I laughed out loud a few times, thinking of a few random funny moments we’d all had together.
This relaxed me as I slowly drifted off to sleep.
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The next day
I leaned against the half wall, arms crossed as I watched the area around me. This was the meeting area that I was supposed to hand over the data at, but I’d been here an hour, and I’ve seen no one that looked like they worked for Rig.
Letting out a grunt, I adjusted my position and opened my stats menu, looking everything over. I’d finished my daily quest earlier, and I’d dumped all three skill points into Strength again, much to Rosemary’s annoyance. But now I had a grand total of twenty two points in Strength, and I could definitely feel the difference.
Honestly, I probably should listen to Rosemary and increase other stats, but every point in Strength just made me feel better.
After a few more minutes of waiting, I finally saw a group of Kejtdra walking towards me, with Rig Fanden in the middle.
I frowned, since there were way more of them than the first time we met up. There were six of them walking right behind the well dressed Kejtdra.
“You work fast, Mrs. Beltosh,” he said with a chuckle as they reached me.
“Mr. Beltosh,” I corrected in my gruff voice, causing him to raise an eyebrow. “I have your data right here,” I said as I pointed at the port on my wrist.
“Oh? You were able to actually access that contraption?” he asked, sounding a bit impressed. “Well, what are you keeping the data on?”
“I need someone to transfer it to,” I said, pulling the cable from my wrist.
“Pardon me?” he asked in a confused tone.
Sighing loudly I gave the little cable a shake, “I’m able to transfer the data to one of you, or a device if you got one. So how do you want it?”
He glanced at one of his men, who shook his head at him. “Right. So I’m assuming you actually could not get the data.”
“No I got it,” I insisted in an annoyed tone. “I just have to connect to one of you.”
“So you're telling me,” he said, a smirk on his face. “That you used that little cord on you to take the data, and that you can ‘transfer’ it to one of us? Just like that?”
“Pretty simple, isn’t it?” I grunted, shaking the cable again. “So? Come on, I need that access card pronto.”
His one guy leaned over and whispered in his ear, causing Rig to chuckle. “Alright, I’m going to humor you. ‘Transfer’ this data to my man here, and if you’re telling the truth we’ll proceed. If not…” he let that threat hang in the air.
I just shrug and hold out the connector to the guy he motioned to. The guy frowned as he stepped forward, looking unsure of me.
Reaching forward I connected the cable to his neck, letting Rosemary handle transferring the data.
“I’ve gone over the data,” she said as we waited for it to finish. “It’s mostly banking info and transactions between this city and a few others. I’m assuming they’ll use it to either blackmail someone or try and intercept some of the transactions.”
“You’re thinking too small,” Rig said as I realized his eyes were glowing amber again. “It’s not very beneficial to pry into others' business.”
Rosemary frowned as she disappeared, not liking that he could see and hear her. He just smiled slyly as he looked back at me, waiting to see what happened next.
Finally I finished transferring the data and disconnected from the guy before me. He was wide eyed, seeming to be processing everything we’d just dumped into his head.
“Well?” Rig asked in a slightly intrigued voice.
“Boss…” the guy began, blinking a few times. “I don’t know how, but I know EVERYTHING about all those banks and the money.”
This caused Rig to look impressed as he took on a more relaxed stance, smiling at me, “well well, looks like you weren't lying after all.”
“Yeah,” I replied as I stared him in the eye and held out my hand. “VIP access card.”
A little card appeared in his hand as he smiled at me, “of course. That was our deal after all.”
He didn’t walk towards me, so I slowly advanced on him, keeping my eyes on all of them. But as I reached out for it, he pulled his hand back.
“First, I have to know something,” he said with a smug look, causing me to growl a bit.
“What?”
“Why are you pretending to be a guy now? Last I saw, you were a tough chicka. Now you’re playing masculine man,” he asked, causing me to take a half step back, eying all of them.
“That’s my business,” I grunted, flexing my hand as I held it out. “Card.”
“Your business is my business,” he stated, my contract appearing in the air next to him. “If you read the fine print, you’ve agreed to work for me till I cut the contract. Now I’ll ask you again; why are you pretending to be a man?”
“Fine print?!” I growled, attempting to snatch the contract out of the air, but it just faded away as my hand passed through it.
“Answer the question,” he pressed with a wide smirk as he then added, “would you kindly?”
I glared at him, not wanting to tell him the truth, but then my mouth spoke on its own. “To not get sexually assaulted again.”
“Oh, I see,” he said, shrugging as he placed the card in my outstretched hand. “Did not expect that as an answer.”
Quest complete! 4 skill points awarded!
Level up!
Level 5 reached! Access to Passive Skills unlocked!
Access to Gear Shop unlocked!
You have 7 unspent points!
“What the fuck?!” I growled, angry at myself for just revealing that.
“If he uses that phrase, then you gotta answer him,” one of the men behind him said. “And if you don’t, then the contract makes ya.”
“I did not agree to that kinda shit!” I snapped angrily.
“But you did,” he said as he stared at me. “Always read the fine print, kid.”
I stowed the VIP access card in my pocket and turned away from them, not wanting to be near any of them after having revealed that little bit of info.
“Where are you going?” he asked in a stern voice.
“I’m done here,” I said firmly.
“Well we’re not done here,” he said as I heard them start to walk after me.
“I don’t care, I don’t have a reason to do any more shit for you.”
“You do if you want that card to be activated,” he said in a smug voice, causing me to stop walking and turn to him.
“What do you mean by that?”
“You just wanted a VIP access card, you didn’t ask for a functioning one,” he said with a shit eating grin on his face. “I haven’t had that one activated yet.”
I pulled the card out and shook it at him, “you’re telling me this thing is useless unless you activate it?” At his nod, I began to shake with rage. “You tricked me, you fucking asshole!”
“Calm down,” he said with a grin on his face. “You just have to do another job for me and I’ll activate it.”
“I don’t trust you,” I growled.
“I’m very honest with people I work with,” he said in an offended tone. “But you have to be specific when making deals, otherwise things like this will happen to you. You should have asked for an activated VIP access card, and then that’s what you’d have gotten.”
“I didn’t know that was a thing!” I yelled, causing him to hold up a finger.
“No yelling,” he said as he put his hands behind his back. “I need you to go to the Cloud District and kill a few officials that are currently there.”
“I’m not killing anyone,” I stated firmly, causing him to roll his eyes.
“Then that card won’t be able to be activated,” he said simply. “You have three days before this offer expires. After that, the next job I give to you will be non-negotiable.”
Despite myself I raised my hand and flipped him off, which just caused him to chuckle as he turned and walked away, his little posse following after him.
Once they were out of sight I let out an angry roar and slammed my hoof into the little half wall next to me, breaking a large chunk off of it. I hit it a few more times, the anger not leaving my body fast enough.
“Shane,” Rosemary said slowly, getting my attention for a second as she looked at me with a worried look. “It’s going to be okay.”
“I just keep getting fucked and taken advantage of!” I snapped, shaking the useless card at her. “He tricked me!”
“I know he did,” she said with a sigh. “But there’s nothing we can do about it now. I suggest we move on and find someone who can activate that card for us.”
Grumbling to myself I put the card away again and opened my skill menu, deciding to focus on something else now.
“I wasn’t paying attention earlier, but what'd it say about reaching level five?” I asked a bit aggressively.
Rosemary appeared next to me as she pointed to a new window on my menu. “Okay, so every five levels you are able to pick out a new Passive Skill, which provides all kinds of benefits. Right now you won’t have access to any of the good ones, but there’s plenty of useful ones.” She tapped against the window, wanting me to open it for her, “but after level fifty you only get them every fifty levels. Then at level one thousand you get a new one every thousand levels.”
“Level one thousand?” I asked with a frown, tapping the window as requested. “How many fucking levels are there?”
“Infinite,” she chuckled, causing me to sigh. “So, which skill do you want?”
“I dunno,” I mumbled, not really feeling up to doing this right now. There was a small list of Passive Skills, all of them seeming a bit stupid.
None of them really caught my eyes, as most seemed to focus on a specific thing, but one did make me pause.
“Ah, that’s the best one to choose early,” she pointed out, knowing which one I was looking at. “Take it, because the list of Passive Skills changes every time you see it, so you may never see that Skill again.”
“Fine,” I sighed as I clicked it.
New Passive Skill added!
‘Double Down! All stats receive a permanent x2 modifier!’
“That honestly seems a bit too powerful,” I commented, getting an excited nod from her.
“I know right?!”
Her reaction caused me to smile at least. While I had the menu open, I decided to use my skill points. Rosemary had a begging look on her face, so instead of dumping it all into Strength like I wanted to do, I put a three into both Reflexes and Perception, and one in Defense.
I hit accept, causing everything to take effect at once. I felt a massive difference in my body almost immediately, as the times two modifiers doubled everything.
“Fuck,” I muttered, flexing my muscles as I felt a lot more powerful than before. If I’d been like this earlier, I’d have easily kicked Lenrick’s ass.
A smirk appeared on my face as it felt like my confidence was coming back.
“Now,” I said, going back to the main menu and seeing the other new window. “What’s this Gear Shop thing?”
“You’re going to love this,” she said as she watched me click on the shop menu.
It opened up to reveal a large selection of gear, ranging from weapons all the way down to simple clothing. “What is all this?”
“That,” she said, rubbing a hand over the menu before me, “is all of the gear that Loric and I have owned over the years. After we were done with it we were able to store it away in our Ego, which adds it to the shop. And every so often you will unlock the shop and be able to pick out one single item for yourself.”
“Oh, that’s actually something cool then,” I said with a smile as I scrolled through the wide selection of gear.
“Grab one of our weapons, it’ll help you out greatly!” she exclaimed, clearly very excited to see what I’d pick.
I ignored her advice, not really sure what I wanted. But as I scrolled through some armor sets, I began to realize what I wanted. Reaching up, I touched my covered face, not liking that the only thing keeping my gender hidden was a simple scarf.
“Is there anything in here that could make me look more like a guy?” I asked, causing her to frown. “Or disguise my voice better?”
She let out a deep sigh as she signaled for me to keep scrolling. After a few moments of swiping, she stopped me and pointed at one armor set.
“That one. It’s my old Oni Assaulter armor. It’s durable and flexible, so it won’t bother you to move around in it. And just as requested, it changes your voice to a very gravely man’s voice. It also will make you look more masculine in the way it presents your body, which I hated when I wore it, but that’s what you’re looking for.”
I clicked the picture and expanded the image, raising an eyebrow. The armor was very out there in its design, very eye-catching with its red and gold coloring. I’m trying to not draw attention to myself though…
But then a thought hit me as I looked at the fierce face of the helmet, causing me to smirk. It looks so intimidating and out there, that no one would think I was a push over or weak. It also would make me not look like a woman, which is exactly what I’m wanting right now.
“Screw it, how does this work then?” I asked, glancing over at her.
“Well, click the picture and hit accept. It’ll sit in a side inventory till you’re ready to bring it out,” she said as I performed the steps as she described them. After hitting accept, it swapped to a different window that simply read ‘Standby Inventory’.
The Gear Shop was gone now, so I guess I’d have to level up till I gained access to it again. I think that might be the only weird system of this Ego that I like straight out the gate.
Glancing at the picture of the armor one more time, I realized it was going to be a bitch to put on. Ah well, too late to worry about that.
“Shay- Shane,” Rosemary said as she looked at me. “Have you put any thought into finally picking up a weapon?”
“Nah, I got my fist,” I replied as I held up a fist. “Don’t need anything else.”
“Hm, yes, but the right weapon will-”
“No,” I intrupted her. “I’m not going to start killing people just because I’m all fucked up mentally now.”
She blinked at me, raising an eyebrow, “I do not understand how you can be so self aware of what’s wrong with you, yet so resistant to taking the steps necessary to fix it.”
“Eh, call it a feature I got from my mother,” I said with a shrug. “I mean, I read the book Lance’s conscious Break wrote that followed their adventures in the Eternal Plains, and you saw how she handled shit.”
“She got it handled and fixed it from what I recall,” she said, crossing her arms.
“Yep, and so will I, in my own time,” I replied as I began to walk away.
“Okay, if you are against weapons to kill, why not one that’ll at least give you an edge in combat?” She pressed as she walked next to me.
“My fist are my edge,” I reiterated.
She groaned loudly, shaking her head, “just get a blunt weapon, for my sanity.”
I rubbed my face as I slumped my shoulders, “fine. I’ll get a blunt weapon, happy?”
“Very,” she said cheerfully as she faded away, leaving me to walk alone.
Guess I need to find a shop before I-
A piece of paper suddenly slapped hard straight into my face, startling me as I recoiled and swatted at myself. I grabbed the paper and pulled it from my face, staring at it in confusion. It was just a simple piece of paper with a few words on it.
It read; ‘Need to achieve the impossible? Want something no one else can give you? Then good news; a tournament is being held on Ephemeris Island, home of Galben. The prize is a favor from Galben, who can grant you almost anything you can think of.’
I raised an eyebrow, as this was not an official poster or something like that, it was just a simple piece of paper someone wrote on. So I just shrugged and tossed it over my shoulder, ignoring it.
After walking for a minute, another piece of paper hit me in the face, just as hard as the last one. This time I growled and snatched it off of my face, looking around. It felt like someone was slamming the paper into my face! That shit hurts!
Looking at this one, it was just like the other one, written on normal paper in pen. It just read; ‘Seriously, a favor from Galben, once in a lifetime. Never get this opportunity again. Take this seriously.’
Well, I know one thing for sure, I’m not just going to blindly trust paper that mysteriously keeps hitting me in the face.
Just like before, I threw it to the ground and moved on, watching my surroundings more carefully. If another piece of paper tried to hit my face, I’d be ready to sto-
“Fuck!” I screamed out as another one rammed right into my face, even harder than the first two. “Who the fuck is doing this?!”
I yanked the paper off of my face and read it angrily. ‘Stop being dumb and listen to the paper. Look into getting to Ephemeris Island. It will be floating by the city tomorrow afternoon. This is your only chance at getting the answers you need.’
Okay, someone is obviously watching me and talking to me through papers. But who? More importantly, why are they trying to help me?
Reading the last paper once more, I sigh. I’ll at least look into this floating island and tournament, but that didn’t mean I’d go to it.
I put the paper away in a pocket, knowing I’d forget the name of the island otherwise. Now that this little weird event was over, I decided to head back to my hotel room to-
Something crashed into my chest, knocking the air out of me as I stumbled back and fell on my ass.
“Why?!” I yelled out as I tried to get up, only to realize something had been pushed into my arms. Blinking in confusion, I raised a sheathed sword with a note attached to it.
Grabbing the note, I flicked it open, reading the words within it, “heard you talking to yourself about wanting a weapon, so I hope this one serves you well. From T.” I grunted as I took the sword and pulled it from its sheath, finding it to be a wooden katana. This was a lot better than I thought it’d be, since I thought it was an actual sword at first.
“Uh…” I said, looking around. “Thanks I guess?”
No answer came, so I slowly stood up, gripping my new sword by the sheath.
“Just, erm, don’t hit me with any more papers, okay?” I said aloud to the empty street around me. Carefully, I began to walk down the street, jumping and flinching at any noise I heard, fearing I’d receive another surprise delivery. Luckily, it seems that little event was over, so I shouldn’t have to worry about any more surprises.
Quest accepted! ‘Rank B: Go to Ephemeris Island!’
Oh wow, thanks Ego. Not like I was undecided about doing that, but sure, do your own thing.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 34
I grunted as I strained to get the armor on, the straps giving me a lot of trouble. There has to be an easier way!
Rosemary, who was just sitting on the bed, just laughed at me as I moved around the hotel room, grunting and whining.
“Don’t laugh at me,” I mumbled as I finally got the chestplate on. “I’m regretting picking this armor.”
She leaned back, a knowing smile on her face.
“What?” I asked as I frowned at her. “You’re acting like you know something I don’t.”
“Oh you know…” she said, playing with her hair all innocent like. “Just watching you do it the hard way is funny.”
“The hard way?” I asked, turning to fully face her as I wore parts of the armor. “There’s a easy way?”
With a wink she flopped backwards onto the bed. “Possibly, if you actually explored your menus you’d know that.”
Grumbling, I opened the status menu and looked it over, not sure what I was even supposed to be looking for. There were my stats, quests, personal inventory, standby inventory… wait. With a scowl I opened the personal inventory, finding there were a few more options in it, namely one labeled ‘Wardrobe’.
You’re kidding me… I opened the Wardrobe screen, finding that it was empty.
“Put the armor back in your inventory,” she said without getting up off the bed.
Doing as she said, I lifted up all the parts of the armor and my clothes, watching as they all faded away. They then all appeared in around a little image of myself.
“Just like a video game, huh?” she asked with a wide smile as she sat up.
“I don’t play video games,” I admitted as I put the armor I’d gotten on into the inventory as well, leaivng me with nothing on.
“Well, you can use this to instantly equip clothing and accessories,” she said as she smiled at me. “Can’t do it with weapons, but that’s not a big deal. So basically you can build a little loadout for yourself and equip it anytime you want. So there’s no hassle in putting on all that armor.”
“How convenient,” I muttered as I began to move the little armor pieces onto the image of myself, watching as it equipped itself. Once I’d finished, I frowned, as it didn’t look like something I’d normally wear.
My eyes drifted to the Laughing Drake’s jacket. A smile slid onto my face as I grabbed it and put it in the inventory along with the hoodie. I dragged the hoodie over and equipped it to the armor with no problem, but the jacket wouldn’t attach. It kept saying ‘Incompatible’, what ever the fuck that means.
“It means it won’t fit on the armor,” Rosemary answered, watching me with a smile plastered across her face.
“Then I’ll make it fit,” I said as I pulled the jacket back out and thought about it for a second. With a shrug I ripped the sleeves off, then tossed it back into my inventory. This time it attached to the little image of myself.
I examined the armor, content that it now at least looked closer to my personality.
As I started to put it on, I heard a knock at the door, causing both of us to look in that direction.
“Who the fuck?” I grumbled, as I walked over to the door and peeked through the peephole. Outside the door stood one of Rig Fanden’s men, looking very annoyed.
“Crap,” I cursed under my breath as I took a step back.
They banged on the door again, “yo, the boss has a new job for you. It’s non-negotiable.”
“What’s the job?” I asked through the door, not wanting to open it since I didn’t have on a disguise.
“Open the door.”
“Nah, tell me through the door, I’m busy,” I said back in my gruff voice.
I heard him groan on the other side of the door as he hit it once, really hard, “fine! Take this.” A little folder was pushed under the door, “read that, and get down there right now.”
“What if I say fuck off?” I asked, reaching down to take the folder.
“Then that’s breaking the contract,” he said simply, a smug smile clearly on his face.
“Fine,” I growled, walking away from the door.
I plopped down on the bed and opened the file, pulling out a few pictures. “Oh you got to be fucking kidding me…”
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“So this is where they’ll be coming?” Domitor asked as he and Floria stood atop a building, looking down at a long stretch of road with buildings on all sides of it.
“Yep,” she confirmed, a cool smile on her face. “I’ve done my homework, and I know this is the fastest way out of the city.”
“What if they take a different route?” he said as he looked the area over, taking note of the many abandoned buildings that ran down the stretch of broken road.
She just gave him a confident smile, “they won’t. Trust me. These Government guys like routine, and as long as nothing spooks them they’ll continue down this way as planned.”
“Okay,” Domitor nodded as he glanced over at her. “So what’s the plan? Because there’s supposed to be, what, ten vehicles in this little convoy? With who knows how many Gloomers. How do we get this prototype weapon?”
“I’ve thought of a way,” she said as she leaned on the building, looking out over the area. “I called in a favor with Rig and he’s sending someone to help us.”
“Oh great, we’re going to be working with some kind of psychopath,” he mumbled, causing her to laugh loudly.
“Come on, Dom, we were working with one of the worst psychopath’s I’ve ever seen up till yesterday, and you killed him. No one can top that guy.”
The memory made Domitor shiver, as he’d still not come to terms with what happened with Lenrick. The guy, despite everything, had still been his first real friend.
Floria took notice of his mood shift and sighed, “sorry, Dom. Look here, pal!” she said as she shifted her mood into a high energy state, “we’re going to wreck this convoy tomorrow, and then we’re going to figure out a way to get you back to your father!”
“Great,” he said as he laid his head on the side of the building, looking outward. He wanted to see his father again, to see if he can earn his respect and love finally. But after what he’d done to Lenrick, he wasn’t sure if his father would accept him. Maybe if he lied about what happened…
“Heads up, our new partner is arriving,” Floria said as they looked over the edge of the building, seeing a figure approaching their location, coming down the street with a confident stride. “Ooo, fucker looks intimidating!”
Domitor frowned at the armored man coming towards them, not liking the look of him. The guy even looked right up at them, seeming to glare death right at the pair.
“Oh yeah, we got this,” Floria said excitedly as the man entered the building below. “If this guy is as badass as he looks, then we’ll wipe the floor with those Gloomers tomorrow!”
However Domitor wasn’t so sure, as he got a bad feeling about the guy. Something was off, even though he hadn’t seen the guy up close yet.
“I wonder if he has a Thorn too!” Floria said in excitement as they watched the door that led onto the roof.
A few minutes passed before the doors were thrown open and a man in demonic looking armor stepped onto the roof, holding a sheathed katana in his right hand. He looked pissed, but that could just be the mask he was wearing.
“Hey, man! Thanks for coming out!” Floria yelled in an overly excited voice.
“I’m being forced to be here,” the man said in a gravelly voice, which told Domitor this was probably a middle aged man who may have smoked a bit too much. He walked towards them, giving them a disapproving gesture with his left hand. “So don’t expect me to play nice.”
Domitor frowned at the man and the way he was acting, but Floria just kept up her cheerful mood, as she was used to people acting this way.
“Well alright then! You up to some high intensity action?!” Floria asked as she stepped right up to the man, meeting him halfway.
He just growled at her and shoved past her, walking right up to Domitor. The stallion frowned up at the man as he stepped up to him, standing above him.
“Can I help you?” Domitor asked as he glared up at the mask’s soulless eyes.
The man didn’t say anything, just seemed to glare down at him.
“Wait a minute, I’ve seen that jacket before,” Floria said from behind the man.
With a growl the man’s grip on his sword's sheath tightened, causing Domitor to blade his hindleg back.
“What’s your problem?” Domitor asked forcefully, raising up on his hindlegs to get face to face with the man.
As they glared each other down, a certain scent hit Domitor’s nose, a very familiar scent. His eyes went wide as he shoved the ‘man’ back forcibly. “Shayla?!”
“Domitor,” she growled in that strange masculine voice.
“Whoa, wait, that you crazy chicka?!” Floria asked in surprise from behind her.
Shayla stepped to the side and walked over to the ledge, leaning against it as she stared at the two of them. They looked absolutely shocked as they stared at her.
Finally, Domitor collected himself and cleared his throat, “erm, so… I wanted to apolo-”
“Shut it,” Shayla said forcibly. “We’re not going to talk about it, and we’re not going to even mention it. End of discussion.”
This brought a frown to Domitor’s face, but he gave a sharp nod in response.
“And going forward, I am Shane Beltosh. Got that?” she said, her grip on her sheathed sword tightening.
The pair looked at each other, their confusion clear on their faces.
“But, why are-” Domitor began, but Floria suddenly grabbed him and pulled him over to the other side of the roof.
“Look,” she began, glancing over to Shayla as she stared at them. “She’s gone through some terrible shit thanks to that prick Lenrick. And this is how she’s choosing to cope, so we need to just play along, for her sake.”
Domitor looked over at Shayla, a conflicted look on his face, “I’m not sure if I want to actually work with her though. I know it’s my fault she’s in this mess, but that doesn’t change my feelings towards her.”
“Trust me, it’s clear she feels the same about you,” Floria said, patting his shoulder. “Don’t blame yourself for Lenrick, that guy was his own little monster. There was nothing we could have done to prevent what happened without killing him earlier, and you wouldn’t have liked that either. So buck up, champ, and deal with the hand we’ve been dealt.”
He let out a sigh and gave a nod, thankful for her bluntness. “Alright, you’re right.”
“I’m always right,” she said with a sly smirk. “Now let’s get this shit over with.”
The pair walked back over to Shayla, who still looked to be overly pissed at the situation.
“Welcome aboard, Shane!” Floria announced, reaching out with her hand. “Past is all forgotten, so I’m looking forward to working with you!”
“Yeah,” Shayla grunted as she took her hand and shook it hard, squeezing way too hard in the process.
“Yikes, trying to break my hand, pal?” Floria laughed, rubbing her hand as she bumped Domitor forward.
“Let’s just get this job done, alright?” Domitor asked as he reluctantly held out his hoof to her.
She seemed to smirk as she took his hand and shook it, squeezing it even harder than she’d done with Floria.
“Fucking asshole,” Domitor growled as he ripped his hoof from her, rubbing the pain away.
“Now then,” Shayla said as she turned and looked out over the area. “What’s this grand plan you two have? I’m supposed to help you get some kind of weapon?”
“Yep,” Floria said as she leaned up next to her. “We’re going to be hitting a Government Convoy tomorrow, filled with Gloomers and all kinds of shit. It’s going to be a death trap, you still in?”
“I’m in,” Shayla grumbled. “I’ve got no choice in this matter.”
Floria blinked at her, a pained look flashing over her face. “You signed a contract, didn’t you?”
“Eeyep,” Shayla confirmed, not even looking at her.
“Well damn,” the Kejtdra woman said, a smile on her face. “Then we’re both fucked. Didn’t read the fine print, huh?”
“Nope.”
“Yeah, that’s exactly how he got me,” she said, trying to relate to the other woman.
But Shayla didn’t respond, just kept looking out at the city before them.
“Anyways,” Floria said, knowing they weren’t getting anywhere trying to be friendly with each other. “My plan is pretty simple, ready to hear it?”
“Go for it,” the mare said, slightly turning her head to the other woman.
A wide grin appeared on Floria’s face as she looked between the two. “Alright then, strap yourselves in, because this is a great plan!”
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 35
Nighttime
I grunted as I sat in the corner of the bar, watching the people around me carefully. My eyes drifted to the woman, the one named Floria, as she stood in the middle of the floor, acting like a complete dumbass as she made jokes and pranced around, causing a few of the bar patrons to laugh and cheer for her.
The only other person in this bar that wasn’t participating in watching her antics was Domitor, who was at the bar drinking something, seeming to be talking with the bartender.
“This is stupid,” I grumbled to myself, upset that I was stuck with these two all of a sudden. If it wasn’t for the threat of dying to a strange contract thing, I’d have never come near these guys again. Seeing them just pissed me off so much.
Especially him.
I glared across the room at Domitor as he drank from a bottle, looking like he had his own demons to deal with. Screw him, I hope killing that prick Lenrick affects him the rest of his life, serves him right.
Drifting my gaze back to Floria, I saw she was doing tricks with some kind of large rifle, tossing it around herself as she made a few crude jokes to the people around her.
I honestly do not know how to feel about this woman, she’s weird and crazy. And bipolar as fuck. But if she’s following Domitor around, then she can’t be that great.
“Hey man, brooding in the corner?” A random guy asked as he sat down at my table, a drink in his hand.
“Fuck off,” I said harshly, causing him to laugh.
“I’m just trying to make conversation, man, chill out,” he said, taking a long swig of his drink. “So you look capable, wanna make some quick fazoles?”
“What part of ‘fuck off’ did you not catch?” I asked as I kicked the table at him, knocking him out of his chair and onto the floor.
“What’s your problem?!” he snapped as he jumped up, but as I stood up fully, he got a good look at me. “Yeah alright, shit man, forget I even asked.”
I watched him walk away as he walked to another table and began to ask them the same questions he’d asked me.
Shaking my head, I sat back down and went back to watching everyone in the bar.
After a little bit the bartender walked over to me and placed a bottle down next to me. “From the lady dancing for everyone,” he said, gesturing to Floria, who stopped her antics long enough to give me a thumbs up.
I just rolled my eyes and grabbed the bottle, “thanks, man.”
He gave a nod as he returned to his place behind the bar.
Looking the bottle over, I saw that it was some kind of mild alcoholic beverage. I’m not a drinker, I remember watching my mother battle this shit when I was younger. It took her a few years to get to where she could stay sober and not rely on this crap to get through all the tough shit.
Luckily she had me and mom there to support her. So I decided long ago I’d avoid any of this stuff like the plague.
Placing the bottle back down, I leaned back in my chair, pressing into the corner of the room and sighed. I want to leave and go somewhere else, but apparently I have to stay with them till the job is complete. Which is luckily tomorrow.
My Ego gave me a ‘Rank: S’ quest for this, so it’ll be worth it for me as well. But a Rank: S quest? Oh boy, that means this shit will be crazy for sure.
After I finish helping them, I should have enough time to go to this floating island for this stupid tournament. That should be super easy, the people I’ve fought so far here have been pushovers, so I’m fairly confident I’ll steam roll this silly little tournament.
Up at the counter I saw Domitor get into an argument with two other guys. From what I can tell, they were trying to kick him out for being a weird creature.
“Stupid, Domitor,” I chuckled to myself, watching them get more animated as they argued. “That’s why you should be wearing a disguise. Dumb fuck.”
They started to push at him, knocking him out of his chair as he stumbled back, trying to appease them. Just as they started to get more pushy, Floria slid in between them and began to bump them back.
The two guys began to throw insults her way, pointing at Domitor as they yelled. She just held her ground and yelled her own creative insults back.
“Children,” I muttered, causing Rosemary to snort laugh as she looked over at me from her seat atop a banister.
The little yelling match turned into a full on brawl as Floria jumped into the two men, dragging them down as she laid into them. One broke free and ran for Domitor, who jumped up and began to drunkenly fight the guy.
I just shook my head as I watched the four idiots fight each other.
“Going to help them?” Rosemary asked as she hopped down next to me.
“Why would I?” I asked, settling down a bit more as two more men joined the fighting, ganging up on Domitor.
She didn’t seem to have an answer to that, since she knew our history. “Erm, you have to because of the contract?”
“Nowhere in that contract said I have to help them in a bar fight,” I commented, watching Domitor holding his own against the three opponents as Floria finished off the one she was fighting. She rushed forward and jumped onto the back of one of the Kejtdra’s, beating the hell out of the back of his head as he ran around the bar screaming for help.
Three more guys joined in on the fighting, all moving on Domitor. They really don’t like him, do they?
“Get away from him ya limp cocked fucks!” Floria roared as she dived into the mess of men, dragging two away from the fight as they struggled to get away from the small Kejtdra woman.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at this, as the scene before me was a bit funny.
“Fine, I’ll help, a bit,” I conceded as I grabbed my full bottle of alcohol and looked at the scene before me.
One of the men had grabbed Domitor and was holding him from behind, letting two others lay into him.
Rolling my eyes I threw my bottle and hit the one holding him, shattering the bottle right on his faceplate. This gave Domitor enough of a chance to free himself and hit back at the ones attacking him.
“Welp, that’s my work for today,” I said as I leaned back, enjoying the show.
Some poor idiot turned his attention to me, having seen me throw that bottle, and rushed towards me.
“Bad move buddy,” I called out to him as he neared me. He ignored me as he threw the table out of the way and moved towards me. Just as he was close enough, I exploded upward, slamming my fist into the underside of his chin, sending him flying straight up into the ceiling.
The poor bastard’s head smashed through the wooden roof above us and just hung there, out cold.
Letting out a heavy sigh I strolled forward and grabbed one of the guys laying into Domitor and threw him full force behind myself, sending him straight through a window and out onto the street beyond.
“Having fun, dumb ass?” I asked him as he struggled to handle the two guys who were still fighting him.
“SIt down, asshole,” he growled at him as he caught one guy in the throat, sending him to the ground coughing. “I don’t need your help.”
“Yeah, you did,” I mocked as I grabbed the last guy by his tail and yanked him towards myself, ramming a fist into his face as he spun around to face me. He was out of the fight instantly.
Domitor frowned at me as he looked around at all the groaning Kejtdra laying on the ground. “That was a stupid fight to be in.”
“You need to wear a disguise,” I said as I crossed my arms. “You stick out like a retard.”
“Fuck off, Shayla,” he growled, causing me to slam a fist into his face.
He stumbled back, looking shocked as he held his bleeding snout.
“It’s Shane,” I said in a chilling voice. “Remember that.”
“Whoa whoa!” Floria yelled as she suddenly appeared between us, holding her hands up to us as Domitor tried to move towards me. “We have to get along, at least till the jobs done!”
“Yeah, Dom,” I taunted. “You gotta behave.”
“You-” he cut himself off, restoring to just glaring at me.
“Both of you, stop,” Floria said sternly, causing me to turn my gaze to her.
“You need to stop acting like the boss, little girl.”
She closed her eyes and exhaled loudly as she held her ground between us. “Okay. We all need to cool off before tomorrow. Shane, thank you for helping us in that fight.”
“Mhm,” I grunted, taking a step back as I stared them both down. “When this job is done, I’m out of here. And if I catch wind of Lorenzo, I’m killing all of you.”
They didn’t seem convinced of my threat, as my voice cracked a bit as I said it, so I growled and turned around, heading for the front door.
I stepped out aggressively and leaned against the wall, since I didn’t actually have a place to go for the night.
“You’re so good at making peace,” Rosemary said as she appeared next to me, leaning against the wall.
“I ain’t making peace with that little bitch,” I said as I spat onto the ground. “He fucks with me my whole life, then he helps the guy who…”
She looked at me as I went silent, letting my mask hide the emotions my face was displaying at that moment. Of course, she still knew how I was feeling.
“Shane,” she said, still clearly not enjoying calling me that, “if it wasn’t for Domitor, you’d’ve been-”
“Do not finish that,” I warned as I glared at her. “I don’t care if he saved me, it’s his fault I got caught like that. So fuck him. And fuck everyone else too.”
Rosemary just shook her head as she faded away.
Taking a deep breath, I leaned my head back, staring up at the night sky. My eyes drifted to the large skull like moon that could just barely be seen through the branches of the tree above. I held my gaze on it for a few moments, feeling nothing at first. But after a little bit I started to feel a dull pain in my head, causing me to advert my eyes.
Shaking my head hard, the pain slowly faded away. This whole world was hostile for no reason.
“Hey,” I heard Floria say as she stepped out of the bar. “Can you play nice till this is over?”
“Sure,” I grunted, staring right into her eyes.
“I’m serious,” she said in a serious voice. “This job is important, and if you can’t keep your anger in check-”
“I got it,” I interrupted her, holding up my hand.
“Okay,” she said, then her mood shifted as a relaxed smile appeared on her face. “Now, unless you got a place to stay nearby, you can room with us. Got a nice couch with your name on it.”
“I’m good,” I said as I crossed my arms.
But Rosemary appeared behind her and shook her head at me. “It’s either this, or a long walk back to your grandparents. You’re out of money.”
With a loud groan I roll my eyes. “Fine, I’ll stay at your place tonight. But I’m not playing nice while there.”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said with a wink as she shoved her hands into her pockets. Then her eyes went wide as she pulled out her hand and held up her hand. “So I have a confession.”
“Yeah?” I said as I came off of the wall and stood before her.
“So when I first bumped into you, I stole something from you,” she said sheepishly.
“You what?!” I snapped, running my hands over my pants, trying to think about what she could have stolen. I didn’t bring much with me, so… “Give it back.”
Nervously she flexed her hand as a little vial appeared in her hand. I growled as I snatched it from her and held it up, staring at the Watcher’s confused little face.
I can’t believe I didn’t notice I’d lost this!
“To be fair, that whole thing with Lenrick…” Rosemary said, but felt I wanted her to stop.
“Little thief,” I snarled as I put the Watcher’s vial away in a pocket and latched it closed so it wouldn't fall out.
“Sorry, I'm a bit of a kleptomaniac,” she said as she scratched the back of her head.
I had the urge to punch her, but held back on it for once as I turned my body away from her, staring at the dark street before us. “Just keep your fucking hands to yourself going forward,” I grumbled, clenching my fist.
“Can do!” she said cheerfully as she walked back into the bar, only to reemerge a minute later with Domitor. “Alright, both of you play nice and follow me!”
Domitor glanced at me, holding a cloth to his nose with a wing tip. I gave him a thumbs up, causing his eye to twitch.
“Wanna another one?” I mocked, slugging him very hard in the shoulder.
“You’re a bully, Shane,” he said firmly, causing me to frown. I had expected him to hit back at me like usual.
“You’re the fucking bully, Domitor,” I sneered, but he just rolled his eyes and walked after Floria.
Walking behind them, I watched as Floria told him a joke, causing him to relax and laugh.
I decided to ignore them as I pulled out the Watcher’s vial and raised my mask so he could see my eyes. “You ready to talk?”
As usual he just stared blankly at me.
“Come on,” I pressed, glaring at him. “Don’t be a bitch, just say something.”
After a few moments of him just staring at me I began to shake him violently.
“Shane, that is not going to convince him to talk to you,” Rosemary said, but my only response was to start shaking him harder and in different directions to really mess with him.
I stopped and held him close to my face, “so? Talking? Because I can do shit like this forever.”
His eyes were spinning as he floated around in the vial, but he remained quiet.
“Fuck you’re persistent,” I grumbled as I shoved him back into my pocket. He’d talk, I’d make damn sure of it.
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“Okay, I need to warn you,” Floria said as we walked down the hallway, “my apartment is a bit messy.”
“Can’t be that bad,” I replied in a bored voice.
“It is,” Domitor said, causing me to roll my eyes.
We reached her door as she stopped and unlocked it, “well, welcome to my humble abode, Shane!”
I walked in behind them, looking at the messy apartment around me, with all the piles of trash and food containers. The floor was covered in clothes and trash as well, with the corners being piled high with all kinds of shit.
“Huh,” I mumbled, kicking some trash aside as I walked further into the room, taking note of the couch that was surrounded by trash. “Yeah, this isn’t that bad.”
“What?” Domitor asked in a dumbfounded voice. “This is horrible… no offense, Floria.”
“Ah none taken,” she laughed as she opened the fridge, even though it was clearly empty.
“Yeah, my house gets pretty bad,” I said as I stood there taking it all in. “My parents aren’t much for cleaning, so we all kinda just leave shit everywhere till Twilight or Adry comes over and forces us to clean. My room right now looks pretty bad, if they haven’t cleaned it yet.”
“That somehow makes sense,” Domitor muttered, getting a glare from me.
“Oh I’m sorry I don’t live in a mansion with maids and servants,” I snapped, kicking some trash at him.
“We didn’t have maids or servants,” he grumbled, “I had to clean most of the shit on the weekends. My father was against letting anyone in the house for any reason.”
At the mention of his father I just growled and walked over to the couch, standing by the trash covered coffee table. “Okay, so this is my bed for the night?”
“Yep!” Floria exclaimed as she skipped over and handed me a thing of takeout. “Also found that, should still be good!”
I sniffed it, noticing it was probably not ‘still good’, but I just shrugged as I lifted my mask and used the fork stuck in it to start eating the leftovers.
Domitor made a face as he watched me eat, looking a bit sick.
“What?” I asked with a smirk, “little pussy boy don’t have the stomach to eat anything?”
“That’s just nasty,” is all he said as he shuddered a bit.
True, it tasted old and out of date, but food is food. My parents taught me that. Basically everything can be edible, if you’re brave enough.
“So there's still blankets on the couch for you,” she said as she then pointed to a door. “That’s my room, where we’ll be.”
“Oh you two banging?” I asked crudely, causing Domitor to frown and Floria to laugh loudly.
“Nah, he’s not into me!” she laughed, slugging his shoulder playfully.
He just stood there, glaring at me.
“Anyways, come on, Dommy, let’s let her get settled in in private,” Floria said cheerfully as she moved for her bedroom door.
I laughed out loud at this, slapping my knee, “Dommy?! She calls you Dommy?! Like a Dommy Mommy?! Oh you little dweeb!”
“Oh fuck me,” he groaned, ignoring me as he walked after her, disappearing into her bedroom.
Laughing a bit more I jumped up and landed on the couch, still in my full armor as I got comfortable. But as I laid there, I slowly began to notice a certain smell coming off of the blankets and the pillow I was laying on.
My body began to shake as I slowly realized where’d I smelt this before. Then without warning I let out a panicked scream as I flung myself into the floor and pulled myself away from the offending couch.
Floria ran back into the room, looking startled as she looked at me on the floor as I pushed through the trash.
“What?!” she yelled, looking around, then her eyes landed on the couch, causing them to go wide. “Oh fuck… I’m so fucking stupid!”
“He slept on that couch?!” I roared, shakily forcing myself to stand up straight.
“Shane, I’m so fucking sorry, I forgot-”
“He slept on that couch?!” I repeated in a horse voice, still hyperventilating. “And I just laid on it!”
She didn’t seem to know what to say as I stumbled over to her kitchen and collapsed into the counter, ripping my mask off as I began to vomit into the sink.
“What happened?!” I heard Domitor say behind me as I vomited again.
“Shh, go back into the room,” Floria said as I dry heaved a few more times.
I sat there for a few moments, just staring blankly down at the messy sink. A glass of water was pushed into my view, which I took and downed in one go.
“Take my bed tonight. We’ll sleep out here,” she said in a calm and soothing voice.
With a growl I crushed the glass in my hand and turned to face her. “No. I’m sleeping on the floor, and that is final. I am not sleeping on the same bedding that any of you have slept on.”
She frowned at me, but didn’t press the issue as she walked over to a pile of trash and dug through it, pulling out a blanket and pillow.
“These don’t smell great, but they're the only ones I got that no one has used.”
“Give ‘em,” I snapped as I snatched them from her hands and walked over to the other side of the room, grabbing my mask as I went, and began to clear a spot on the floor.
“If you need anything, just yell,” she said as she slowly walked back to her room.
“I won’t,” I replied harshly as I laid down on my back, shoving a pillow under my head and pulling a dirty blanket over myself.
She seemed to want to say more, but my glare got her to move on and leave me alone in the living room.
Now that I was alone I pushed my mask back onto my face followed by a loud sigh of relief. I just felt better having my whole body covered like this. I thought for a second and flicked my tail out from under the blanket, seeing that some of my yellowish fur was still visible.
“Ah fuck,” I grumbled as I looked around and saw a black shirt. I took it and shredded it, using the shreds as wrapings as I covered the last of my fur, completely hiding all of myself from view.
“Better,” I muttered as I tried to relax, but found it difficult.
“Take off the armor,” Rosemary said as she appeared on top of the trash in the corner of the room.
“Nope,” I replied simply as I shifted around a bit, staring up at the ceiling.
The last thing I was doing was sleeping without clothes in a place like this. I’d deal with the discomfort.
Unlike the night before, sleep did not come easily for me.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 36
The next morning
Domitor washed his face in the bathroom sink, sighing as he looked himself over. The days were starting to wear on him, as he was still having trouble sleeping. He kept being brought back to that moment, and each time he revisited it he saw it in a new light. His mind was just making new and creative ways to torture him.
Moving out of the bathroom he saw Floria was still asleep on her bed, all of her covers wrapped and twisted around her, as she apparently was a restless sleeper.
Reluctantly, he walked into the living room, not really wanting to face Shayla after last night. Upon entering the living room, he saw she was all twisted up on one side of the room, blankets and trash all caught up around her body. She too appeared to be a restless sleeper.
And for some reason she was in her full armor, her sheathed sword still held in her hand. She was still asleep, but she was swiping her left hand violently to her side, putting a hole in Floria’s wall.
“Geez,” he muttered as he kicked a pile of trash at her, hitting her in the chest with a can.
She exploded upward, sending shit everywhere as she ripped her katana from its sheath and pointed it all over the room. “What?!” she yelped in a panicked voice.
“You’re putting a hole in her wall,” he deadpanned, pointing to the little fist sized hole in the wall.
Shayla growled behind her mask as she put her katana back in its sheath. “Don’t wake me up like that ever again, you fucking hear me?!”
“Yep, I hear you,” he said as he walked over to the kitchen and stopped, realizing there wasn’t anything in there. They’d have to go out if they wanted to eat.
He could hear her moving around the room, grumbling to herself as she paced around, having nowhere to sit down since she didn’t want to go near the couch.
“Morning, guys,” Floria said as she stepped into the room, wearing just her underwear.
“Where are your clothes?!” Shayla snapped as she stared the other woman down.
Floria rolled her eyes as her clothes seemed to materialize right onto her body, “better?”
“Yes,” Shayla replied, still pacing around the room. “I’m hungry, what you got left over?”
“Nothing at all,” she laughed as she put her hands in her pockets. “But I know this great dinner right down the street.”
“I don’t have money,” the mare grumbled, gripping her the sheath of her sword tightly.
The short Kejtdra smiled at her and gave a wink, “then you’re in luck. I have plenty of extra money.”
“And you don’t keep food in the apartment?” Domitor asked with a frown.
“Too lazy,” she admitted as she walked for the front door. “But trust me, the food at this place is amazing. We’ll have to get it to go though, need to get back to the ambush point.”
“Then let's go,” Shayla said gruffly as she waved for her to lead the way.
Floria smiled at Domitor as he sighed. He was going to have to deal with both of them at once, and that he was not looking forward to.
ooo000<^>000ooo
I sat down on the edge of the building and placed my bag of food in my lap, ready to finally eat. We’d just bought the food and come straight here, so my hunger was starting to destroy me.
Plus I did my daily quest on the way over, so that didn’t do me any favors. At least I was able to put all three points into Strength.
Opening the bag sent a wave of scents up at me, causing my mouth to water as I removed my mask and began to greedily devour my food. It didn’t last long as I basically just swallowed most of it whole.
“Heard of chewing?” Floria asked as she ate her own food while leaning on the edge of the building.
“Heard of minding your own business?” I shot back, causing her to chuckle.
“Hey, can we be serious for a moment?” she asked as she looked behind herself, seeing Domitor off by himself as he ate alone.
“Sure,” I muttered, leaving my mask off for now. “Just watch what you say.”
She gave a nod as she took on a much more somber facial expression. “I’ve been there, where you are right now,” she said as she reached up and began to fidget with her broken faceplate.
“The fuck you mean by that?” I asked with a scowl, my body starting to shake in anger.
A light sigh escaped her lips as she turned to fully face me, “Shane, I know what you’re going through. You were a very strong and independent person when I first met you. I mean, you beat us to a pulp and had a smile the entire time. But then that was taken from you.”
“Careful,” I growled as I stared at her with tense eyes.
“It takes a while to recover, and sometimes you never fully return to normal,” she said, still fidgeting with her faceplate.
I stood up, not wanting to hear anymore of this.
“Please,” she said in a small voice, causing me to look at her. “Just hear me out.”
With a loud grunt, I sat back down and grind my teeth as I stared at her.
She took a shaky breath as she seemed to be working herself up. “I… Well you see… Damn it, I’m sorry, Shane. I can’t do this.”
The pained and conflicted look on her face caused some of my anger to subside, followed by me groaning. “I’m sorry, Floria. You seem like a good person, but I just do not have it in me to hear this conversation.”
“Yeah,” she mumbled with a sad nod. “Me neither, apparently.”
I looked her over, seeing she was no longer as animated as she usually is, as she just stared out at the city before us, a blank look on her face.
A grimace appeared on my face as Rosemary appeared on the other side of her. I really did not want to do this.
“It’ll help you,” Rosemary said softly.
“Fine,” I said aloud, catching her attention. “Yeah, you’re right. I haven’t been the same since Lenrick, and I honestly do not feel like myself either. I’m scared of being seen as myself by anyone, and the thought of someone eyeballing me makes me sick. Which is stupid as fuck, how can shit like that affect me? I’ve always been the number one badass out of everyone I know. And now I cry and vomit at just a stupid fucking scent.”
She listened to me, nodding along as I spoke, “I can’t tell you the right way to handle all this, but I can tell you that time heals most wounds.”
“Sure hope so,” I mumbled, using my claw to wipe away a few tears that had somehow fallen down my face.
“My…” she began, seeming to struggle with her words. But then she took a deep breath and turned to me, staring right into my eyes. “I got taken advantage of by my own father.”
This revelation caused my entire body to seize up, as I had expected something to have happened to her, but not her own father.
“I…” I started, but had nothing, so I just shrugged at her.
“It’s okay, most people don’t know how to react to that,” she said with a sad smile. “He did it for most of my life, and the one time I fought back he did this,” she said as she tapped her broken faceplate.
“Floria,” I said slowly, trying to get past my own shit to try and say something to her. “Erm, shit. I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, it’s all good,” she said with a forced smile. “I killed him in his sleep one day and I’ve been on my own since then.”
“What about-”
“My family? All died of various events. My mom died while brooding for one, and my grandparents just up and died one day. So no, I’ve got no one left,” she said, looking at her hands. “But that’s fine with me. I’ve always liked being on my own.”
“What about Domitor?” I asked, trying to think of a positive. Sure, Domitor wasn’t much but at least they seemed like friends to me.
“In the short time I’ve known him he’s the only one not to try and fuck me, so I like ‘em pretty well,” she said softly, a little smile on her face. “But we’re never going to be anything other than friends. I’m not delusional, I can see that very clearly.”
“Never know,” I pressed, causing her to glance over to him.
“Nah, I’m okay being just friends with him. He’s a good guy.”
“I guess he is,” I said with a sour look on my face.
She laughed at my reaction, returning to her cheerful self, “Oh come on, I know you got history and beef with him, but he’s seriously not that bad.”
“You didn’t grow up with him,” I countered, causing her to stick her tongue out at me and stand up fully.
“Good talk, Shane.”
“Yeah, good talk,” I replied, watching her walk over to Domitor and begin to mess with him. Seeing them interact like that made me miss my friends. I kinda wish I'd brought them with me, but at the same time I’m so glad they’re not here for this shit.
I don't want them to ever know about what I’ve gone through. They’d never look at me the same again.
ooo000<^>000ooo
A few hours later
“Right on schedule,” Floria said as she held up her binoculars, looking far off down the street.
“Oh they’re actually coming?” I asked as I stood up from where I’d been sitting down.
Domitor groaned as he too stood up and walked over to stand next to Floria. “I honestly thought they’d do something different.”
“Like I said,” the short Kejtdra said with a proud smile, “I did my homework. I knew they’d come this way.”
I took her binoculars and scanned the incoming convoy, a large scowl appearing on my face. “What the hell? There’s no way in hell we can handle this convoy. There’s like thirty Gloomers walking outside of the vehicles.”
“Not to mention the ones in the trucks,” Domitor added as he used his own binoculars to look the scene over. “Your plan only accounted for fifteen guards. Well this is way over double.”
“We still got this,” she insisted as she rubbed her hands together. “You two just gotta do your jobs and we’ll be fine.”
“Unless we die,” I muttered, seeing that these Gloomers looked like straight up riot police with heavy armor and weapons. Sure, I could handle a few at a time, but this was going to be a straight up war zone with just two targets for them to focus on.
“You won’t die,” she laughed, then frowned. “Please don't die. Just harass them and draw their attention. All we have to do is grab the prototype weapon, then get the fuck out.”
“Oh that’s so simple,” Domitor muttered, getting a nod of agreement from me.
“We need more people,” I said as I lowered the binoculars.
“Too late for that,” she said as she picked up her large rifle. “So we stick to my plan. I’ll start us off and provide support in the beginning. Once we locate the right vehicle, I’ll be the one doing the grabbing. The moment I have it, get out of there.”
“And what if something goes wrong?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Then we improvise of course,” she replied with a cocky grin. “You’re a smart guy, you’ll figure it out.”
I roll my eyes as I put my mask back on. “Alright then, just don’t miss that first shot.”
“Oh I won’t,” she said with a wink as she propped up her rifle. “Now positions!”
Domitor took to the air and flew over to another building, getting into his place next to the little switch he was supposed to push.
As for me, I climbed over the building and slid down it to the ground, where I ran over to an overturned car in the middle of the road, propping myself up against it.
This whole idiotic plan relied on Floria not missing that first shot, because if she does, I’ll probably die. And if Domitor fucked up, which he very well could, then I’m just as fucked.
It was at this moment it hit me, I was the only one at real risk here, at least in the beginning. What the actual fuck?
“It’s because you’re the most capable of you three,” Rosemary assured me, but I still wasn’t happy with this.
I took my sheathed Katana and attached it to my belt, that way I could use some of my techniques a bit easier.
“This would be easier if you kill them,” Rosemary pressed, getting a glare from me.
“You know I’m against that,” I said as I peeked over the car, seeing the convoy in the distance getting closer. They were going at a walking pace, which is weird to me.
Shouldn’t they be hauling ass through this city so that they can get to safety faster.
“Well, this actually makes some sense,” Rosemary observed. “This city is supposed to be very dangerous outside of the Rich areas, and they’re supposedly carrying a very unique prototype weapon. And at least one crime boss knows about its existence. So they’re doing this as a show of force to keep would-be thieves at bay.”
“Yeah, well it’s obviously not working if we’re here,” I muttered, sitting back down and going over myself, making sure I was ready for this.
The sound of the convoy could be heard now, causing me to clench my teeth. This was for sure going to be the dumbest thing I’ve done so far… I guess other than actually taking Domitor’s father to this fucking place.
“You got this,” Rosemary said as she faded away.
I smiled nervously as I adjusted my mask, the ground starting to shake thanks to the large vehicles coming towards me.
“Yeah, I got this.”
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 37
“I got this,” I muttered to myself as the convoy was almost on top of me now. I could hear them slowing down as they approached the overturned car I was sitting behind.
“Sir, we’ve approached the road debris,” I heard a voice say as the lead car came to a stop. “I believe you’ll be able to drive over it.”
I tensed up as I looked up to the roof ahead of me, barely seeing the tip of Floria’s large rifle peeking down at us.
“Proceeding,” someone else yelled as the ground began to shake again, the large truck getting closer.
Just as I thought she wouldn’t shoot, I heard a massive boom, followed by a loud bang behind me. A loud grinding sound filled the air as the engine of the large truck began to seize up on itself.
“Ambush!”
“Here we go,” I said aloud as I flung myself over the car and landed on the other side, surprising all of the heavily armored Kejtdra on the other side as they tried to set up around the damaged truck.
“Front!” one yelled as I dashed forward and drew my katana, striking the nearest one in the faceplate with the wooden blade. He stumbled to the right and fell over, probably not out of the fight but definitely not a threat right now.
It was at that moment that Domitor hit his switch, causing the entire street to exploded with smoke bombs, filling the area in a thick fog. There were a few more shots from above as Floria hit each truck, getting as many as she could before the entire area was obscured in smoke.
Now that I was mostly hidden in the smoke, I dove towards the next guard and swiped his legs out from under him. As he hit the ground I slammed a foot into his faceplate, breaking the glass and hitting him directly in the face.
Thanks to my Egonetic’s and skill points in Perception, I was still able to make out the shapes of the other Gloomers as they moved around, screaming to each other.
Moving gracefully I rushed past four more men, my wooden blade crashing into each of their legs and faces in quick movements. All those points in Strength were paying off as each strike from me seemed to shake their entire body to the core.
“Shane!” I heard Domitor yell from somewhere in the smoke, but I couldn’t trace him.
A few balls of pink went flying past me as I weaved through the street, eyes searching out my next victim. The unlucky fella was a guy standing in the doorway of a car as he fired wildly in my general direction.
I laughed loudly as I effortlessly dodged through his bullets, taking out a guy along the way, and jumped up and slammed both legs into the open door. The man let out a pained yelp as I crushed him between his car and car door. But I didn’t let him recover as I struck him across the head with my blade, knocking him out of the fight.
My left ear twitched as I jumped back, just in time to dodge a large axe of a rather massive Halwen. My eyes went wide as this guy was very intimidating, and was clearly not a normal Gloomer.
“Little kite trying to fly high today?” he asked, twirling his large axe around, sending the smoke around us away.
“LIttle kite?” I asked, not sure how that’s an insult as I dodge his next strike, which completely destroyed the ground where I’d just been standing.
I bumped into another Gloomer, who yelped in surprise and tried to bring his gun around on me, but I just knocked it aside as I punched him right in the face, causing him to stumble back. I rushed forward and knocked him down, just as the axe wielding Halwen came after me, laughing loudly.
As fast as I could I smashed my foot into the downed Kejtdra’s face and sprinted into the smoke, wanting to avoid a prolonged fight with this Halwen monster.
A few Gloomer’s were unlucky enough to be caught off guard by me as I crashed through them, dropping any I came across. This smokescreen mixed with my Perception was a bit overpowered.
Finally I came to where I thought Domitor was, and saw he’d been making quick work of the Gloomers on his side. Fair to say he’d gotten more than I had as the armored guards laid around him, all either groaning or actually dead. Apparently he has no qualms with killing them. Color me not surprised.
“You good?!” he yelled to me as he used his weird tentacle thing to zip all around the area, slicing through the Gloomers with ease.
“Yeah, I thought you needed help!” I snapped, hearing someone coming up on my left and dropping to the ground, just as a few bullets flew over me. I sprang forward and tackled a Gloomer and took him to the ground, where I began to beat the ever loving shit out of his covered face and chest. Once I was done, I got up and turned back to Domitor, who was running out of opponents.
He glanced my way and shrugged, “I was trying to warn you. I saw some kind of large Gloomer heading in your direction!”
“Yep, met him!” I yelled back as I dashed through the smoke and nailed an unsuspecting Kejtdra in the neck with my katana, causing him to yelp and drop to the ground coughing. “I see you don’t care about killing people.”
“Save it,” he snapped, obviously not wanting to hear it from me as he continued his unrelenting attacks on the Gloomers around us.
“Just saying,” I called out as I took notice of the smoke starting to clear out. That’s not good, Floria hasn’t given us the signal yet.
Over the sounds of gunshots and screaming, I just barely heard the sounds of something heavy running towards us.
“Ah shit,” I mumbled as I dashed back as an axe head came out of the smoke, barely missing me as I hit the ground and rolled to my feet.
The massive Halwen stalked forward, smirking as he spun his axe around in his hands. “I honestly am happy to see you little kites,” he laughed, then saw Domitor. “... and weird animal thing.” He just shrugged as he laughed, holding his axe up as he began to spin it around, pulling the smoke towards himself. The smoke began to disperse even faster, and here soon we’d be fully exposed.
My eyes darted over the area as I took in a few more Gloomers who were trying to regroup. Not good at all.
“Domitor, right side!” I called out, watching as he actually listened to me and zipped right over to the group of Gloomers, going to town on them as he sliced and diced his way through them.
“This job has been one of the most uneventful I’ve ever taken,” the large Halwen said with a smile. “But thanks to you two, I get to have a bit of fun. So try and keep up with me!”
“Okay,” I simply said back as he stopped spinning his axe and dashed towards me.
I held my ground as he neared, locking eyes with him as he neared me and swung his axe right for me. Using my own sword I gracefully threw it up and hit the underside of his incoming axe, causing it to go off course and fly right over my head as I dashed in.
“Impressive!” he bellowed as his knee suddenly flew up towards me. I saw it coming and caught it with one of my hands, using the momentum to jump over the knee and slam a fist right into his face. He just laughed as his head recoiled back, but I wasn’t done as I grabbed his chest plate and planted my feet right under myself.
With a roar I put everything I had into lifting him up and slamming him straight down on his face.
He groaned loudly, so I walked past his head and gave him a solid kick, causing his head to bounce around like a bobble head.
“Stay down,” I said as I spat onto his back. This guy was big, but he wasn’t really that hard to fight.
Looking around I saw another Gloomer moving towards Domitor, firing away at the stallion as he used another Kejtdra as a body shield.
I began to move to help him, but I heard Rosemary gasp and yell.
“Behind!”
My eyes went wide as I spun around, seeing an axe head coming straight for me. I didn’t have time to react so I just threw up my arms, taking the blade of the axe right in the middle of my arms. The force of the impact sent me flying backwards and into a truck, which I crashed through and landed right on the interior of the large truck.
Groaning, I saw that there were a few well dressed Kejtdra around me, all looking stunned and panicked.
“What’cha looking at?” I grunted as I went on the attack, punching and kicking them as I crashed their heads off of the interior of the car, and each other. Once they were dealt with I clambered out of the hole I’d made and collapsed onto the ground.
“You’re still alive?” the massive Halwen asked with a loud laugh. “I thought you’d be dead after that.”
“Nope,” I growled as I stood up and looked at my arms, seeing that his axe had cleaved through my gauntlets and had only been stopped by my Ego-enforced bones. If I didn’t have Egonetic’s, I’d probably be dead right now. Because both of my arms felt like jelly now, as that hit was insane!
“Good,” he said with a wide grin as he advanced on me again. “I’d hate for this fight to end now.”
A loud whistle suddenly blared through the area, causing confusion to everyone but Domitor and me.
I just smirked at the large Halwen as I saw Domitor take to the air, flying away. “Looks like fights over, big guy.”
His eyes narrowed at me, “it is not. Not till we show each other all we have.”
“Nah, not my cup of tea,” I said with a smirk as I lowered myself a bit. “I don’t play those kinds of games.”
This brought a sly smile to his face as he dashed towards me, much faster than he should have been able too.
His axe swung for me, and I easily dodged around it, but the sight of it stopping immediately and flying right back for me caught me off guard as the hammer head side of the axe hit me in the chest and sent me flying away.
He wasn’t done with me as he sprinted after me and tried to bring the axe down on me as I flew through the air.
Shit.
As his axe came down for me, I saw some tendrils shoot straight down from the sky and latch onto my chest, followed by me being pulled straight up into the sky.
I flew straight up and was caught by Domitor, who let out a loud groan as he caught me, his wings going crazy as they tried to stay in the air.
“Fuck you’re heavy, Shane!” he yelled as he tried to ascend higher so we could land on a building.
“You’re just weak!” I yelled back, slapping the side of his head.
Down below I heard a loud yell, causing me to look down in time to see the Halwen’s axe rocketing towards us.
“Catch me,” I said as I broke free of Domitor’s grasp and kicked the side of the axe just as it reached us, sending it flying straight into a building nearby. Luckily Domitor wasn’t completely useless as he caught me with his weird tendril thing again and pulled me back up to him.
He struggled to fly us upward, but he eventually was able to get us to the roof of a tall building. The moment I could I elbowed him and jumped from his hooves, landing on the roof.
“Asshole!” he yelled, holding his snout as he hovered above me.
I just smirked at him as I took off running, jumping off the building, using the Wardrobe function to unequip my chest plate and flare my wings. We then both took off flying for the rally point, with him complaining the whole time about me hitting him in the snout for no reason.
ooo000<^>000ooo
“Wooo! We did it!” Floria exclaimed loudly as Domitor and I stepped into the abandoned warehouse.
“Yeah we did,” I said as I re-equipped my chestplate. “You get what we were after?”
“Oh I did indeed,” she laughed as a large device appeared beside her, coming up to her waist. It didn’t look like any kind of weapon I’ve ever seen before, but it’s not like that mattered. “You two were amazing down there! I wasn’t sure we’d actually pull that off!”
Quest complete! 12 skill points awarded!
Level up!
Level up!
You have 18 unspent points!
Rolling my eyes at her as I flexed my arms a bit, “well it was pretty easy, except for that one big guy.”
“Wait, what big guy?” she asked, her excited mood seeming to waver.
“Didn’t you see him?” Domitor asked as he messaged his left wing.
She shook her head, “no, once I finished off the trucks I just came straight down and went for the prototype. I only really saw you, Dom, fighting a bunch of guys.”
“Well he was a Halwen with a large axe,” I said as I lifted my mask and picked at my teeth a bit.
“What was he wearing?” she asked, looking to be panicking now.
“Just a lot of armor with cloth hanging off of him, like some kinda royal prick. I didn’t really pay attention to his armor since, you know, I was trying not to die,” I said, pushing my mask back on and crossing my arms. “Why is this important?”
“Shit,” she mumbled, putting the prototype weapon away in her Vacuole. “That was Jekyll, aka The Undertaker. The Boogeyman of Eris. He’s a high tier Merc that only works for the elites of this world, and he has no morals whatsoever. I’m amazed he didn’t kill either of you.”
“He would have killed one of us if we didn’t get out of there when we did,” Domitor said, glancing at me.
I growled at him as I shook my head, “I didn’t need your help. I had that handled.”
“Uh-huh,” he replied with a raised eyebrow. “Whatever you say.”
“Hey, fuck you, you mothe-”
I was cut off as the garage door was kicked off of its hinges and in walked that massive Halwen again.
“Holy bouncy boilerplate!” Floria exclaimed as she dived away as the garage door flew past her.
“There you kites are,” he laughed as he strolled in, his axe held firmly in his hand. “Let’s pick up where we left off.”
It looked like he’d come alone, as there were no other Gloomers behind him, so that’s a plus for us.
“He followed you, dumb fuck!” I yelled at Domitor, who stared at me with an astonished look on his face.
“Me?! We flew side by side!”
“Stop bickering and fight!” Floria yelled from somewhere behind us.
“Fine,” I grumbled as I turned and squared up with the large Halwen named Jekyll.
“I believe you two have more pressing matters to attend to,” he said in a low tone as he spun his axe around his body a few times, showing off. “You three made me look bad back there. So how about we skip the warm up and go straight to the fun?”
“Go for it, big guy,” I said as I readied myself, my hand on the hilt of my katana as I prepared to draw it.
“Guys, watch out, his Thorn is-” Floria began, but he suddenly flung his axe towards her. She used her rifle to shoot it away just as it neared her, saving her from being sliced in half.
Jekyll let out a laugh as he held up his hand, causing the axe to fly back to him. “Now, don’t go ruining all the fun for me.”
Not wanting to give him a chance to react, I dashed forward as time seemed to slow down. However, to my surprise, he turned to me in normal time and smirked.
My eyes went wide as I stopped my advance and jumped back, confused. Sure, I hadn’t actually slowed time, but even then when I activate that ability everything slows down anyway for me. Yet he just moved like nothing was wrong, which means he’s super fast in both speed and brain power!
“Interesting, what kind of Thorn do you have?” he asked as he stared me down.
Instead of answering I dashed forward again, seeing Domitor’s dark tentacle latch onto the ground next to Jekyll. Doing my best to keep his attention solely on me, I drew my sword and swung it for him.
He just caught it with the head of his axe as his other hand shot out and grabbed Domitor by the face as he appeared.
“Really?” he asked, throwing both of us aside as he stood there, looking disappointed. “I expected more from yo-”
A loud bang was heard as he raised his axe, blocking the shot from Floria’s rifle. Even though he blocked it, the force of the impact sent his axe flying out of his hands.
Not wasting the moment, Domitor shot his tendrils up onto the axe and pulled it towards himself.
The massive Halwen frowned as he raised his hand to pull it back, but a second shot blew his hand clean off.
“What kind of gun is this?!” he yelled in anger as he dashed back, dodging the third shot that rang out.
Floria laughed like a mad woman as she began to follow him with the rifle, firing away. He dodged all over the room, growling and grunting as he did so.
“Those bullets are almost instantaneous! What kind of magic is this?!” he yelled, obviously not being used to dealing with guns that fired bullets that traveled faster than you could see.
“It’s fuck you magic!” she laughed loudly as she kept firing, blowing chunks out of the building around us as she did so.
This caused me to smile a bit as I stayed low, not wanting to get hit by a stray bullet.
Finally I heard her gun click empty as she let out a loud crazy laugh.
“Empty!” she exclaimed in glee as she began to pull more bullets out of her Vacuole and slap them into the gun.
With an annoyed roar, Jekyll began to plow through the building towards her, knocking anything out of his way as he went. But both Domitor and I sprang on him, with Domitor jabbing at him with his sword, and me trying to sweep his legs out from under him.
Yet he basically takes our attacks and did not slow down.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Floria yelped as she finished reloading and fired the gun without aiming, sending a bullet right through his gut. A massive hole blew out his back, but he kept pushing forward.
She fired again, but somehow he dodged it, even though we were way too close for that to be possible.
“He’s following your aimed trajectory!” Domitor yelled, clearly seeing more than I was in this fight.
With a nod Floria stopped aiming and began to fire at random. This had the effect of a few bullets actually hitting Jekyll, but also almost hit Domitor and I as we kept up our attacks on the massive Halwen.
Nothing we did seemed to stop him as he grabbed her gun by the barrel and threw it behind himself, continuing forward for her. Just as he reached out for her, she was yanked to the left, a tendril attached to her.
Domitor caught her and flew upward, trying to get out of his range as I put my sword away in its sheath and lunged into Jekyll, intent on making this fight fist vs fist.
And he obliged as he took my first hit and then returned one of his own, his own fist hitting me so hard I lost all sense of reality and flew backwards, taking out a few support beams as I did so.
I let out a pained groan as I pushed myself back up, my entire being feeling disoriented.
“You just do not die, do you?” he yelled to me as he held up his remaining hand and caught his axe. “Who do you work for?”
“Can’t say,” I grunted as I adjusted my mask, thankful it didn’t break.
“I see,” he said with a knowing look on his face. “Rig Fanden. He’s the one who put the hit out on that convoy, so it makes sense you three would be his lap dogs.”
“I ain’t his lap dog,” I said, standing up fully and getting into a fighting stance.
He started to say something, but he suddenly jumped to the right as a bullet hit the ground where he’d just been standing.
“Hmm,” he said, looking between me and the other two, who were in the air as Floria rode on Domitor’s back, her rifle propped up on his shoulder. Then a strange look fell across his face as he glanced around. “There’s four of you here.”
I frowned at him, as there were only three of us, not four.
“Ah, it’s you,” he said in a low voice, which I barely heard. “Alright. You three enjoy your little victory. I have some wounds to attend to.”
“You’re not going anywhere, you-” Floria yelled as she fired again, but he simply sprang back and then rushed away, crashing through a wall and disappearing out onto the street beyond.
Once we were sure he was gone, we all came together. Floria hopped off of Domitor’s back and looked around confused. “What just happened? He never leaves till he finishes a job.”
“I have no idea, but he seemed to think there was another person here,” I said, looking around as I was unsure if there actually was another person hanging around.
“Huh…” she said as she rubbed her chin. “Well screw it, it got rid of him, and we were not winning that fight.”
“We were winning though,” I said, pointing to all the blood around the room. “You hit him a few times with that gun of yours, he couldn’t have kept that up for much longer.”
“He could have, his Thorn is something called ‘Opposition’. It always comes up with the perfect counter to anyone else’s Thorn or abilities. So unless I hit a vital with my gun, we weren’t winning that. He can negate all non-fatal damage to himself. Plus he’s a Halwen, he’ll just go find somewhere safe to regenerate.”
“We still would have won that if we kept fighting,” I insisted, causing her to smile at me.
“I’m glad you think so,” she then put her hands in her pockets as she looked around, a worried look on her face. “Now let’s get out of here before any Gloomers show up, or this mysterious fourth person makes themselves known. I don’t like people who hide in the shadows and stalk others.”
I gave a nod of agreement.
“So to Rig’s?” Domitor asked, getting a smirk from Floria.
“Yep, then I’m treating you both to some real food!”
Quest accepted: ‘Rank D: Deliver Prototype Weapon to Rig!’
Before I could say anything, a piece of paper slapped into my face, scaring the shit out of me.
“What is that?!” Domitor asked, jumping away from me as I growled and snatched the paper from my face.
It simply read; ‘Ephermeris Island approaches. Three hours.’
“My stalker,” I growled, tossing the paper to Floria.
“Ephermeris Island?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re going to that tournament that’s been all over the radio?”
“I guess so,” I said with a grunt. “I didn’t know it was on the radio, I just heard about it through these stupid papers.”
“Why are you going to a tournament?” Domitor asked, looking very confused.
“Apparently there’s a reward that might be able to help me get the fuck out of this dimension,” I said, waiting for more papers to hit me in the face.
Domitor and Floria looked at each other, looking unsure.
“I’m going alone, by the way,” I stated firmly. “This was a one time partnership for this job, and that was it. Once we turn that over to Rig, I’m outta here.”
Floria just smirked at me as she put her hands in her pockets and leaned back, “sure. You can go off on your own, not like you need a guide or anything.”
I ignored her, knowing what she was trying to do.
“I mean, do you even know how to access your Vacuole yet?” she pressed with a cocky grin on her face.
“I don’t have one of those,” I said, turning to leave.
But her laugh drew my attention back to her. “You two really are in the dark on how this place works. Trust me, if you’ve been here a few days you have a Vacuole. Sucro should have gathered up in your bodies enough to allow them to form. You just gotta know how to access them.”
I looked down at my sword, frowning. It would be nice to have a way to store gear and pull it out when needed. Sure, my Wardrobe function could do that, but only for my armor and clothes.
Letting out a loud sigh, I turn to her. “Fine. If you can help me with this shit, I’ll maybe let you two tag along with me to the tournament.”
“Deal,” she said with a gleeful smile.
Rosemary appeared next to Floria and smiled warmly at me. “Admit it, you want them to come along.”
‘You don’t know what you’re talking about,’ I thought to her with a sneer as I whipped around and began to head for the wide open garage door.
“I can see your thoughts and feelings, Shane,” she said with a chuckle, which just caused me to growl loudly.
“Come on, you fucks, let’s get this job finished!” I snapped, waving for them to follow.
I better not regret letting them tag along.
End of Act 1
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 38
Act 2
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The portal opened into the dimly lit room as a mare stepped through it, letting out a sigh of relief as she smelted the familiar scent of her room.
“Need anything else, Nova?” Balgore asked as he threw a bag through the portal for her, smiling at her as she turned to face him.
“That will be everything,” she said in her Received Pronunciation accent, and gave a small bow. “Till next time, my friend?”
Balgore chuckled and gave her a salute, “you know it! I’ll see you the next time I need a partner.”
The portal snapped shut, leaving her alone in the room.
She flexed her wings as she eyed her bed longingly, as it’d been a couple weeks since she’d had a comfortable night's rest. She’d been sleeping outside on makeshift beds for the last week or so, so her body would appreciate a real bed.
Looking around the room, something felt off, but she couldn’t quite put her hoof on it.
Her stomach growled, as it seemed to realize they were home now and wanted some real food, not that stuff Balgore liked to stock up on.
So instead of stripping out of her adventuring clothes and swapping into something more formal, she decided to just head straight for the Royal Kitchen to see if the cooks had anything laying around she could snack on. Her mother and aunt didn’t like her walking around in her adventuring attire, as they said a Princess must always look regal. But honestly, she could care less about that.
It’s not like she was going to take over the throne after all. That’s why she’s spent the last ten or so years traveling to and from the Eternal Plains with Balgore, much to her mothers anguish.
But she enjoyed it, and planned to keep doing it till the day she decides on either doing it full time or staying here in Equestria. The only reason she hasn’t made that decision yet is because she wants to be here for her family, especially with the way Star Chaser has been acting these past few years. Her mother was at wits end with trying to help him get back on track, and Nova wasn’t sure she could.
Star Chaser would have to figure this all out on his own, and they’d all just have to sit back and let him. She’s already tried talking to him in the past about his behavior, but he’s in denial about it.
All of this went through her head as she walked down the halls of the Palace, her hoof steps sounding off of the large walls around her, echoing down the empty halls.
It took her a bit to realize that she hadn’t seen another pony since she’d stepped out of her room. Not a servant, guard, or even any of her family members. This was abnormal, as this place usually at least had roving guard patrols.
As strange as it was, she kept making her way to the kitchen, knowing the cooks would at least be in there, since they spent the entire day preparing food and cleaning.
Yet as she stepped into the large kitchen, she found it empty and void of anything that signaled that anyone had been in there for a few days.
“Odd…” she muttered, this entire situation not setting well with her. She’d been traveling through Dimensions for years, and she’d learned how to tell when something was wrong. And this was clearly wrong.
Leaving the kitchen she moved to her mothers room, knowing she’d be in bed since it was the afternoon.
On the way there, she still saw no one, nor heard anyone. To make things stranger, the moment she entered the hall that led to her mothers room, she saw all kinds of cleaning supplies that’d been left out.
Her pace picked up as she rushed down the hallway and burst through her mothers doors, entering her room in a mild panic.
The room was bare, as it'd been completely cleaned out. Not a trace of her mother was left.
With a shaky breath, she stepped out of the room, head swimming with questions and worries.
Had something happened? Why was her mother’s room bare? Had she just simply moved to another room?
All these questions and more rushed through her head as she quickly made her way for her aunt's room, hoping there were answers in there.
Yet just as her mothers room, her aunt's room was cleaned out too, leaving nothing but a bare floor and bare walls.
“What the bloody hell is going on here…?” she muttered, deciding the only place left to check was the throne room.
She all but ran down the halls, her hoof falls echoing all around her as she galloped.
The moment she reached the large throne room doors she used her magic to throw them open, sprinting through them and into the massive room.
Just as the rest of the palace she saw no one. At first.
But as she looked around in a panic, she realized there was someone in the room, on the other side and behind the thrones.
Teleporting over, she appeared right next to the thrones, a sigh of relief escaping her lips as she saw the back of her mother as she stared at a family portrait on the wall of the entire Royal Family.
“Mother!” she exclaimed as her body relaxed and she looked around the throne room. “Where is everyone?”
Yet her mother did not respond as she just stood there, swaying slightly as she kept looking at the family portrait.
Nova looked at her mother, a dull feeling appearing deep inside of her as she felt something was wrong. “Mother? Are you okay?”
She took a few steps towards the Alicorn Princess, watching as she kept swaying side to side.
Then her eyes caught the glint of something attached to her mother, causing her to stop. That dull feeling turned into a cold pit in her stomach as she realized there were almost invisible strings attached to her mother, all of them running straight up to the ceiling, but it was too dark up there to see what they were attached to.
Taking a step back, she spoke again in a shaky voice, “M-Mom?”
With a jerk her mother turned to face her, her body moving unnaturally, as if the strings were the only thing controlling her body.
Nova let out a shriek of horror as she saw the melted face of her mother staring back at her.
She stumbled back and fell down the stairs, rolling all the way down them till she hit the bottom. But she was in too much shock to feel the pain as she stood up, looking to the top of the stairs where her mother’s body now stood.
Sinister laughing began to sound all around her, causing her already panicked breathing to get worse.
From above, holding onto the strings attached to her mother, a very skinny and horrifyingly disfigured unicorn floated down. A wide smile on their face that extended all the way down to their chest.
On her left another demonic creature stepped out from the shadows, this one looking like a brutish Pegagsus with horns, a wicked smile on their face as they laughed crazily.
To her right stepped out a familiar creature, this one being the Nightmare. He was in a large fox form, a wide smile on his face just like the others.
“Nova, little princess of Equestria,” another said as they stepped around the thrones and stepped up next to her mother’s body. This one was just a buff human male in a suit, a cocky smile on his face as he stared down at her. “Welcome home.”
She trembled as she looked at the assorted creatures before her, barely recognizing any of them. They looked like villains from the past, but with a new paint job and obviously new powers.
Finding her voice, she stomped her hoof and stood up tall. “What have you done?!” she bellowed in an authoritative voice, trying to ignore her mother as she was forced to stay upright by the Demonic Unicorn above them. “Where is Star Chaser? My Aunt?”
This just caused all of them to laugh even harder, seeming to enjoy her attempt at taking charge of the situation.
“Cute,” the man said as he looked behind her. “Oh, here’s your dear brother now.”
The sound of someone moving behind her caused her to whip around, seeing her brother standing there with a confident smile on his face.
“Star Chaser!” she yelled as she ran towards him and threw her legs around his neck. But he didn’t return the hug as she held onto him, which she noticed instantly. Taking a step back, she noticed he had a large crown on his head and had replaced his old cloak with a more Royal looking one. “Star?”
His confident smile never left his face as he reached out and roughly gripped her shoulder. “Sister, you return home.”
This interaction did not sit well with her, as he was not acting like she’d expected him to. Then, as she looked into his eyes, it hit her.
“Star… what have you done?!” she asked, her fear clear in her voice.
“What had to be done,” he said as he tightened his grip on her shoulder. “You should have stayed away, sister.”
Sensing something was about to happen she teleported a few feet back, getting out of his grip.
“Please,” she began, her voice shaking. “Tell me you didn’t do that to our mother?”
“I did,” he admitted with a chuckle. “I did it all, sister. I’m the King now, and I have my Queen by my side.”
At the mention of his Queen, a mare stepped through the doors to the throne room and stood there. This caused Nova’s eyes to go wide as she recognized the mare. “Azure Moon?!”
“Yes, my Queen,” he laughed. “Now, I’m sorry it came to this, sister.”
He flew towards her, but she had already teleported behind him, having expected him to try that.
“Star Chaser, stop!” she yelled, but he just laughed as he stood up straight and turned to face her.
“It’s unfortunate that you’re an heir to the throne as well, otherwise I’d let you live,” he said as he smiled at her.
“You know I don’t want the bloody throne!” she yelled, causing his smile to fade and be replaced with an emotionless stare.
“I’ve always hated how you talk,” he said in a low voice. “Always acting like you’re better than me. More proper.”
“That’s nonsense!” she snapped back, teleporting just as he thought about dashing towards her. “I’ve never thought of myself better than you!”
“Bullshit,” he growled as he side eyed her. “Goodbye now.”
But she’d already teleported far away from there, already knowing what would happen if she stayed.
Nova reappeared on the train tracks far outside of Canterlot, her body trembling as she tried to hold herself together.
“Running will not work,” Champion said from behind her, having caught up to her in an instant.
In response she teleported again, this time appearing in the middle of New Ponyville.
But the sight of the destroyed buildings caught her off guard as Champion exploded out of the air and landed before her.
“Stop,” he said simply as he swiped his hoof into her, attempting to kill her in one hit. But her Ego Rapier appeared between them and took most of the blow, which still sent her flying through the air. Her horn flashed again as she teleported to a random location out in the middle of the Everfree forest.
She knew he was following her based on where she’d likely go next, so she hoped by choosing a spot at random would buy her more time.
But as she took a step, she let out a cough as blood spewed out of her mouth. Apparently more force got through her block than she thought, as now it felt like a few ribs were broken. She coughed a few times, stumbling as she fell against a tree.
Deciding to move before he found her again, she teleported to a few random locations, hoping to lose him somehow.
Yet she finally had had enough as she did one last teleport, appearing on the Apple Family Farm and collapsing in a pile of hay in the middle of the barn.
Doing her best to control her breathing, she tried to make as little noise as possible, knowing her brother could sense even the smallest of sounds at a distance. Which basically meant it was only a matter of time before he found her.
Hopefully by then her horn would be ready for another teleportation spell.
As she lay there, she heard a small sound off to the side, causing her to jump up and point her Ego Rapier in that direction.
“Nova?” someone unseen asked.
“Who’s there?!” she snapped, waving her blade around as she looked for the owner of the voice.
“You’re alive!” Louie exclaimed as he suddenly ran into view, wearing some strange get up. “Oh my God, we thought you were dead!”
“What?” she asked, looking around but seeing no one else. “What’s happened here?!”
“It’s a long story,” the little dog said as he looked her over. “Wait, you’re hurt!”
“I am,” she said, breathing hard as she lowered her rapier finally. “I need a doctor.”
“Calypso is all we have right now,” Louie said as he ran over to her and looked up at her. “Doc got got.”
“He’s dead?” she asked with a pained expression on her face.
“Oh no, just got taken by Champion’s anti-brony squad,” Louie said as he sniffed the air.
She blinked at him, as this just raised so many questions. “Louie, tell me exactly what has happened since I’ve been gone.”
“Sure!” he exclaimed, clearly happy to have an audience. “So it all began-”
“This is not the kind of game I wish to play in your final moments, sister,” Champion growled as he appeared in the doorway of the barn.
“Champion!” Louie yelped, grabbing a little blade on his side and flinging it towards the costumed stallion. The little dagger hit Champion in the face and bounced off harmlessly.
“Do not run anymore,” Champion said in a cold voice, completely ignoring Louie and his pathetic attack.
Yet Nova had already forced herself and Louie to teleport, much to the anger of Champion as he let loose a scream of absolute rage.
They could still hear his scream clearly all the way out in the Everfree forest.
“Oh fuck, we’re screwed if he’s the one chasing us,” Louie whimpered, pacing around in front of Nova.
“Stop, Lou,” she said as she stumbled to a tree and leaned against it, no longer feeling like she could use magic. All this teleporting, and the broken ribs, had left her completely exhausted. Luckily for them Champion was trying to gloat and show off before killing her, otherwise she's sure they'd already have died.
“Can you do one more teleport?” he asked in a panicked voice.
“No,” she said, breathing heavily as she tried to focus on anything but the pain in her chest and horn. “I’m spent, my little friend.”
“Come on, Nova!” he pressed, prancing before her frantically. “One more teleport, then we’re home free! We need to get back to our base!”
“Nowhere is safe from him,” she gasped out, losing all hope in the situation. She knew exactly how his abilities worked, and knew there was not a single place they could hide that he wouldn’t eventually find them in.
“Well we have a place, we just have to get to one of the safe houses to make the jump!” he exclaimed, grabbing her metal shoe with his mouth and yanking on her.
She took a deep breath, willing herself to do just one more jump. “Alright, Louie. Where are we going?”
He let out a happy bark and pointed in a direction. “Take us to New Ponyville! Right on top of the ruins of the Mellowed Pie! They’ll know we’re there once we arrive!”
All she could do was nod as she held a hoof out to him. He jumped onto her leg as her horn sparked and they teleported.
With a pained grunt she fell to the floor of the ruined restaurant, the roof gone with just a few walls standing.
“Sweet!” Louie exclaimed as he ran over to a little symbol on the ground and began to scratch at it.
Nova wondered what he was doing as she laid on the floor watching him. But she didn’t have to wait long as a portal opened before them.
“Louie? Why are you using this…” someone began but stopped as they stepped through the portal and saw Nova on the ground.
“Princess Nova?!” they exclaimed as they rushed over and began to try and get her up.
“Yeah! She’s actually alive!” Louie barked as he jumped through the portal and waved for them to hurry.
Nova struggled to walk along with the pony helping her as they stepped through the portal, followed by it snapping shut behind them.
She let out a pained gasp as the pony slowly sat her down on the ground. Now that she had a moment she looked at them, a smile appearing on her face as she recognized them.
“Nightstreak,” she said, getting a confident smile from him.
“Yo, Princess,” he laughed, giving her a little salute.
She groaned again as she looked around, taking note they were in some strange dimension. “Where are we?”
“Oh this place?” he asked as he looked at Louie. “Go get Calypso.” Louie gave a little salute and sprinted off. He then turned his attention back to Nova, “this place is apparently the place Lance and the others hid in while Bronwyn hunted for that one guy. We’re using it as a pretty sweet hideout.”
“Nice,” she said, the pain now flaring to extreme levels.
“Nova!” Calypso yelled as she and a few others sprinted over to her side. “Thank Celestia that you’re alive!”
She didn’t respond as she just grimaced up at the older mare.
“I got you, don’t worry,” Calypso said as she injected something into Nova’s side. “We don’t have Doc, but Summer Breeze is learning. She can reset all this damage once she gets back.”
Giving a little nod, she let out a relieved sigh as the pain slowly resided, thanks to whatever she was given.
Now that she wasn’t in as much pain, she glanced around, looking at the relieved and happy faces of the ponies around her. “I need to know; what happened?”
“Champion happened,” Roxxy muttered, getting a few sour looks from the others around her. “He killed the Princesses, then declared Bronies were the ones who did it. Now anyone who’s associated with them is being hunted down and sent somewhere.”
“That’s the basics of it,” Calypso said as she looked the mare over some more. “We’re losing people left and right to that damn sorceress they have.”
Nova blinked at them, sitting up with a grunt. “Start from the beginning. Tell me every little detail.”
Louie smiled widely as he jumped forward. “Gladly! Our story begins at the beginning, when I was born!”
“I’ll tell it,” Roxxy said as she shoved the little dog back and sat down before Nova. “Just, it’s not a happy story.”
Nova gave a nod as she focused on the young mare before her. “Proceed, please.”
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Living The Dream
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When the world ends, a young man gets a chance to relive his life in the world of Equestria.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 39
“So does Rig like you?” Floria asked suddenly as we walked down the street, entering into what could be considered the nicer part of these slums. “Or am I doing all the talking?”
I just shrugged at her as I walked on one side of her, while Domitor walked on her other side. “I don’t know how he feels about me, but I dislike the guy. You do all the talking.”
She gave me a thumbs up and a charming smile, “you got it, dude!”
“I’ve been thinking about this guy and his Contract Thorn,” Domitor said, getting both of our attention. “Is there a way to, like, just break the contract without dying?”
“Yep!” Floria said cheerfully, “and all it takes is Rig severing the contract himself.”
“So there is no way?” I deadpanned.
“No way no how!” she laughed, doing a little spin. “Rig has never severed a contract.”
“Great,” I mumbled, clenching my hand around the sheath of my katana. I had hoped there was a way out of this mess I’ve put myself in. I wonder if leaving Eris will be enough to get away? Can his little contract enforcer thing follow me across dimensions?
New Quest! ‘Rank S+: Severe Contract with Rig!’
… are you fucking kidding me? A Rank S+ rating for this shit?! Fucking hell that’s just my luck.
“Oooo, that’s not good,” Rosemary said from up ahead as she laid on a lamp post. “Rank S+ quests are considered impossible usually.”
All I could do was sigh as we walked under her lamppost. I just ignored her for now, focusing on the walk ahead of us.
“Okay, so just don’t act weird and this’ll go great,” Floria said as she walked ahead of us, heading for the one building that stood out amongst all the others.
Most of the buildings in the area were pretty bland and boring, this one was covered in gold and jewels. The words ‘King’ were written across the front of the building.
This guy just likes to show off.
The three of us entered the building, passing by all of the guards who stared at us with mixed emotions. Most seemed bored, while a few just seemed straight up pissed off. Nice group of people.
Floria waved at a few of them, who just ignored her in return.
I frowned as I looked around us, taking note of just how many goons he had. While I’m pretty sure I could take all of them at once, I don't think I have it in me right now to test that.
Once we walked down a fairly long hallway we came to a door that screamed ‘I’m the boss’, what with all the jewels and decorations on it.
Floria stepped forward first and threw it open, walking in with a massive smile on her face.
“Heyo, Rig! Guess what we got?” she announced happily, giving herself a little twirl as she walked forward.
“As I’ve heard,” he said from behind his desk, a pleased smirk on his face.
We walked forward and stopped right before his desk. Floria stepped forward and held out her hand as the prototype weapon appeared on his desk, causing him to stand up and clap his hands together.
“Excellent work, my little flower!” he exclaimed as he began to run a hand over the device. It then disappeared as he pulled it into his own Vacuole. “I will say that I am impressed with you three.”
Quest Complete! 3 skill points awarded!
You have 21 unspent points!
“Thanks, Rig,” Floria said proudly as she shoved her hands into her pockets and leaned back coolly.
“Which is good,” he said as he walked around the desk to stand before us. “I have another job for you three.”
A frown found its way onto my face as I gave my head a hard shake, “I can’t. I have somewhere to be here soon.”
“Too bad,” he said simply, glaring at me. “When I say jump, you do it. No back talk… take that stupid mask off when you’re in my presence.”
I growled as I reluctantly removed my mask, suddenly feeling very vulnerable without it.
“Good,” he said, standing up straight again as he put his hands behind his back. “Now tell me, what were these plans of yours?” When I didn’t answer he just sighed, “would you kindly tell me what your plans were?”
“I’m going to the tournament on Ephermeris Island,” I said against my will, causing my body to shake in pure rage and shame.
“Ah yes, the infamous tournament being held by the Zmeu’s Galben, with the promised prize being a favor from the great being himself,” Rig said, rubbing his chin with a large smile. “You will not be going to this tournament. I have my own man attending it, so I don’t need you up there.”
“I’m going for myself, not you,” I said sharply, causing him to laugh.
“It matters not,” he replied as he waved me off and walked back around his desk. “This topic is now closed and will not be brought up again. You are not to go to the tourna-”
“If I may interrupt, Boss,” someone said behind us, causing me to turn around and see a large Halwen in green armor walk in. I stared at him in confusion for a moment, feeling like I knew him.
“Yes, Talio?” Rig asked with a large sigh.
My eyes went wide, as I realized this was that strange guy who tried to offer me his help earlier. I should have known he worked for this asshole.
“I believe we should send Mr. Beltosh here in Uptee’s place,” Talio said as he walked in and stood next to the three of us, looking both intimidating and goofy at once. It was a strange combo to bear witness too.
Rig just shook his head at the large Halwen, “Uptee’s already ready to go. I will not be changing my plans.”
Talio’s masked face turned to me, giving me chills as the emotionless mask seemed to stare into my soul.
“Terribly sorry to say this, Boss, but Uptee died,” he said in a monotone voice.
This news caused Rig’s eye to twitch as he stared the Halwen down, “you should have opened with this information.”
Talio just gave a bow in response, a little cupcake appearing in his hand as he came back up and placed it on the desk. “For you, Boss.”
Growling angrily, Rig took the cupcake and took a bite out of it. “How’d he die? He was supposed to be on his way to the Island.”
“Slip and fell, broke his neck,” Talio replied simply.
With another heavy sigh, Rig leaned back in his chair, staring at all of us. “Fine then. Mr. Beltosh, you are to go to the tournament in Uptee’s place and win Galben’s favor. You are then to have this favor transferred to me. Is this understood?”
I just stared at him, clearly not okay with this plan. “But I need it,” I said simply.
“And you work for me,” he said coldly as the dark shadow rose up behind him, a wide smile on its face. “If you deviate from what I’ve just told you, then that will be considered breaking your contract. And we wouldn’t want that, would we?”
My eyes drifted up to the large shadow as it rubbed its hands together sinisterly.
“Fine,” I grumbled, crossing my arms. This threw a wrench in my plans, since I now had to give away this favor when I won. But I wasn’t going to give up hope, as I’m sure I can figure something else out once I’m up there and I win. I might be able to sweet talk this Galben guy into giving me two favors if I explain this bullshit to him… Does that count as breaking the contract? Shit, maybe.
Screw it, I’ll figure it out when I get there.
“Excellent,” he said as he clapped his hands and looked at the other two. “Now you two, I have-”
“Sorry to interrupt again, Boss,” Talio said as he pulled out a large cake and sat it on the table. “For you, by the by.” Rig just frowned as the Halwen stood up straight again. “I suggest these two go with Mr. Beltosh. They work well together.”
“Why are you so interested in these three?” Rig asked with a raised eyebrow, but Talio just pulled out yet another dish of treats and put them before the well dressed Kejtdra. “Uh-huh. Well then, you two are off the hook for now.”
I stared at the strange Halwen, very confused by him and his actions. There’s something about this guy that’s super weird, but I just can’t put a claw on it. His interest in me is disturbing though, that’s for sure.
Rig grabbed another of the treats and waved us off. “You have your task, now get to it.”
Floria, looking a bit worried, threw her hand up and gave him a thumbs up as she began to bounce out of the room. “You got it!”
Domitor and I followed after her, both of us sharing a look of discomfort. Luckily we left the office without any further words from Rig or the Halwen. We walked down the hallway, with Floria being her usual energetic self and me and Domitor just dragging along.
I put my mask back on, feeling a wave of relief wash over me now that my face was hidden again.
We didn’t speak till we exited the building and walked a bit down the street, and the moment we were far enough away, Floria deflated.
“I’m so sorry, Shane,” she said in a completely remorseful voice. “Rig is a prick and is always screwing stuff up.”
“I’ll be fine,” I grunted, adjusting my mask a bit. “I’ll figure something out. He’ll get his stupid favor and I’ll get my answers.”
This brought a crooked smile to her face, “I like you, Shane. Life slaps you down and you just get up and figure something else out.”
“That's how I roll,” I said with a forced chuckle. Then I went silent as I pulled ahead of them, making it clear I was not in the mood to talk further.
“Asshole,” I heard Domitor say from behind me, but I ignored him as I kept up my fast pace.
My mind was elsewhere, as I really did not like how much attention was just cast on me back there. Not just from Rig, but from this Talio guy, who I know is my stalker at this point. He’s got some kinda goal, and apparently it involves me.
I shuddered a bit, just wanting everyone to ignore me right now.
We walked for a while as the other two talked to each other, mostly talking about Domitor’s home life.
All I could do as I listened to him talk was roll my eyes, as I had a feeling he was just exaggerating some of this shit. Like, I know Lorenzo is a monster, but breaking his son's leg just because he beat me? Yeah, no, that’s made up.
At least, I really hope it is.
Glancing back at the smiling stallion, a conflicted feeling rolled through me. Which just pissed me off as I came to a stop and turned to face them..
They both came to a stop and looked at me in confusion.
“Yeah?” Domitor asked as he noticed I was staring right at him.
“Will you shut the fuck up and stop whining about your daddy and how he treated you?” I asked with a growl. “It’s annoying as fuck to hear this shit constantly.”
His reaction was instant as he stomped a hoof against the ground, “I do not talk about this constantly! It’s the opposite! I NEVER talk about my shitty home life, especially to you!”
“Wah wah, cry me a river,” I mocked as I tilted my head, a massive unseen smirk on my face.
He took a step towards me, but Floria jumped between us.
“What the hell guys?! We’ve been doing so good till now!” she yelled, holding her hands up as she looked between us.
“She’s starting shit, as usual,” Domitor growled, his nostrils flaring in anger.
I raised my mask just long enough so he could see me stick my tongue out at him as I flipped him off, “not my fault you’re a dumb little bitch who has daddy issues.”
With a roar he jumped for me, but Floria caught him and held him back.
“Shane, stop it!” she yelled, fighting to keep him from reaching me.
But I knew I was winning here, so I threw my arms out wide, “let ‘em go! We’re long overdue for a rematch! Just the two of us! Little shit needs to be put in his place!”
“STOP!” she roared as she threw him back. “Domitor, you stop as well. She’s just baiting you.” Then she turned to me and pointed a claw at me, “and you! Stop this! This is out of nowhere and unneeded!”
I just laughed a bit as I crossed my arms.
Domitor however let out a sigh and relaxed his body, turning his head away from me.
“That’s a good boy, Dommy,” I mocked. “Do what you do best and listen to others.”
“You’re a bully,” he growled, shaking a bit.
“And you’re a pussy with parents who wish you’d’ve never been born,” I said, causing Rosemary to appear in front of me, gawking.
“Shayla!” she snapped.
Domitor didn’t respond as he flung his tentacle thing onto my chest and pulled himself towards me, crashing his forehead right into mine.
I stumbled and fell on my ass, trying to fix my mask as he did the same trick again, hitting me even harder this time. But before I could retaliate, a loud boom was heard, startling both of us.
“Stop you idiots!” Floria screamed, her gun smoking as she pointed it straight up into the air. “We’re trying to be friends! Not damn enemies!”
Growling I pushed myself up and got chest to chest with Domitor as he stood on his hindlegs, neither of us trying to attack the other now.
“Being friends with this little asshole is impossible,” I said as I bumped my chest against his.
“If you grew up with her, Floria, you’d know exactly what I’ve had to deal with my whole life,” Domitor said, causing me to roll my eyes.
“Dramatic little drama queen,” I mocked as he bumped against my chest, looking ready to fight for real.
“If you two start fighting again, then I’m leaving and never coming back!” Floria yelled, her voice a bit shaky, causing me to close my eyes and exhale.
“Fine, since you both want to be so dramatic about this shit. I’m done,” I said, taking a step back and crossing my arms. “I’ll play nice for now.”
Domitor glared at me as he went back to all fours and shook his head. “Grow up, Shane.”
I just flipped him off and turned my back on them, walking ahead as I heard Floria let out a little cry before she suddenly laughed loudly and shifted back into her normally bubbly mood.
This caused me to shake my head. She was clearly bipolar or some shit, or faking all these moods. Honestly it doesn’t matter to me.
Rosemary appeared before me again as I walked forward, looking very disappointed. “That was too far, Shayla,” she said, using my real name. Which just pissed me off even more. “I saw the reason you did that, it’s-”
“Shut up!” I screamed out loud, punching the air where she resided. “Screw off right now, Rosemary! I don’t want to fucking hear it!”
She gave me a look as she faded away, complying with my outburst.
Looking behind me I saw the other two were looking at me with both shocked and worried looks. “What?!”
They didn’t say anything as they looked everywhere but me. Pricks. I was starting to regret letting them tag along.
After this stupid tournament was over, I’m ditching them for good. I don’t care if Rig wants me to work with them, I’m done.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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I lost track of skill points last chapter, so I had to go back and fix it. Shayla has 21 unspent points at the moment. My bad.
Chapter 40
“So this can be your house,” Louie said happily as he ran ahead of Nova and jumped through a doggy door, disappearing into the house before her. They were currently in a neighborhood of sorts, with many houses lining the street. It's like they planned to have a small town in here or something.
She looked the house over as she approached the front door, a frown on her face. While she appreciated their help and willingness to provide her with a house, she’d rather be out there with the others, helping however she could.
Stepping through the front door she was greeted by Louie, who was sitting on a table a few feet away.
“So it was my idea to add dog doors to all the houses here!” he exclaimed, his tail wagging like crazy. “That way I can visit everyone any time I want!”
“Lovely,” she muttered as she walked past him and looked around the living room and kitchen area. “Tell me, Lou, when will Summer Breeze and the others return?”
“Tomorrow?” he said as he tapped his chin. “They’re doing some more training in their super cool training dimension right now!”
“I see,” she said as she walked over to a couch and laid on it. “My little friend, I would like to be alone, to process my thoughts.”
“Okay!” he barked as he jumped off of the table. “I’ll be around later though! I’m just gonna go take a nap!”
“You do that,” she said with a nod, his energetic self a bit much for her right now.
He gave a few barks then sprinted straight through the doggy door, leaving her alone in her new house.
Once she was sure he wasn’t going to run back in, she let out a groan and used her magic to slowly remove her clothing and gear, wincing as she did so. The damage she’d suffered was still there, since she’d have to wait for Summer Breeze to return to actually be healed. Till then, she felt basically useless.
When she was fully undressed she carefully laid down on the couch, staring at the wall on the other side of the room. Mind going over everything she’d just learned.
According to the others, Champion has not only killed their mother and aunt, but also Princess Cadance and her entire family. He blamed that on Bronies as well, which has only increased the hate and violence against them.
Then to make matters worse; he has named himself ‘Lord God King of All’, and is in the process of assimilating other nations into this one. In his grand attempt to rule the entire planet.
And to be honest, he will at this rate. None of the people here can stand against him, nor can she. He’s reached a level of power that is unheard of, and he knows it.
But that doesn’t mean they’re just going to give up. They have their friends and families, not to mention all the other bronies of this world who’ve been caught as well.
For now, their main goal is to try and track down any more bronies and bring them here. The next step is a bit more complicated, since no one knows where they’re keeping all those they’ve captured.
As for her, she’s been painted as a traitor to all. Champion made an announcement the same day he took over that he found evidence pointing to Nova being the one who helped the Bronies enter the palace and kill the princesses. Looks like he covered all his bases, making it so even if she got away from him that the ponies of this world would still hate her.
“Absolutely perfect,” she muttered, rubbing her face in frustration.
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I stared into the face of my mask as I held it in front of myself, a conflicted look on my face. The wind whipped past me as I sat on the ledge of the building, my focus solely on the eyes of the mask.
There wasn’t a thought in my head as I stared at it, as I’d just needed a moment after my interaction with Domitor earlier.
Just thinking his name pissed me off as I squeezed the mask a bit, chewing a bit aggressively on my lip.
“Shane,” Rosemary said as she leaned up next to me. “Can we talk?”
“No,” I replied simply, my eyes twitching.
“This aggression you have inside of you,” she began, ignoring my desire to not talk about this, “it is making everything worse for you.”
“Oh is it? I haven’t noticed,” I said as I gave her a deadpan stare. “Guess I should stop, huh?”
She frowned at me, “this is serious.”
“This is serious,” I mocked back at her in a goofy voice.
“Shane,” she said in a stern tone. “I’m trying to help you. You’re not processing your emotions in a healthy manner, and when you feel any sense of-”
“Uh oh, I’m doing emotions wrong apparently,” I said as I raised my hand and stuck it into her face, flipping her off. “How about you take a hike and let me handle my emotions my own way. ‘Kay?”
A sad sigh escaped her lips as she shook her head and reached out, putting a hand on my mask. “I am here for you, when you are ready.”
“Great, good for you,” I sneered, yanking my mask away from her. “When I need my own personal psychologist, I’ll call for you to be one. Till then, stop trying to ‘fix’ me.”
She just moved forward and hugged me, with me only feeling her presence around me as she did so. I didn’t respond or move, just let her do her little hug. After a few moments she faded away, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
But I wasn’t allowed to be alone it seems, as I heard someone walking up behind me. I quickly shoved my mask onto my face as they approached, as I knew who it was.
“Are you good, Shane?” Floria asked as she stepped up next to me and sat down.
“I’m great,” I replied calmly, not looking at her.
“Oh you’re great?” she asked in a tone that suggested she was not in a good mood. “Is that why you keep starting fights with Domitor?”
“You don’t get it,” I mumbled as I clenched my fist over and over again.
She grunted and nodded at me, “you’re right. I don’t get it. So make me get it. Why are you so hostile towards him?”
“Oh where do I even start?!” I snapped, turning to face her, “that guy and me? We’re never going to see eye to eye, and I prefer it that way. I can NOT stand being near him! He let Lenrick almost rape ME!”
“He’s the one who stopped it before it happened,” she said calmly. “I was lost in shock and was useless till he acted and attacked that monster. If he hadn’t of been there, things would of-”
“Yeah, that’s what everyone says,” I said, taking on a mocking tone, “oh Dom, thank you for not letting me get raped even though you are the whole reason it happened!” I dropped the tone and sneered as I turned away from her, “I don’t care. He’s guilt ridden over killing Lenrick, and that is why I hate him. Why I’ll never forgive him or be nice to him. He has sympathy for the guy who…”
Floria sighed as she shook her head, “Domitor doesn’t want you to know this, but he’s not guilt ridden over what he did to Lenrick. He’s torn up about the fact he let Lenrick do that to you. Sure he’s upset at having killed someone, but that’s not the source of his regret and guilt.”
“Sure,” I said, a mix of emotions washing over me, ending with anger. “Fuck ‘em. I don’t care about his reasons, I’m just happy he’s depressed and guilt ridden.”
“There’s no helping it, is there?” she asked in a sad tone.
“Nope, mortal fucking enemies,” I growled, “I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s waiting for daddy to show up so he can turn me over and gain his favor. Little fucking prick pussy.”
“If you think that, why are you still here?” she asked carefully.
I did not know how to reply to that, as a lot of emotions boiled up, ones which I did not like to think about. “You ready to watch me kick this tournament's ass?” I suddenly asked, changing the subject.
The sudden change in subject didn’t faze her at all as she shifted into a happier mood, “oh hellz yeah! You'll probably get to go up against a lot of super powerful Thorn users!”
“I hope so,” I said as I flexed my right arm, “I’m getting tired of fighting all these pushovers!”
She let out a laugh as she reached out and squeezed my arm, “fuck those are some solid ass muscles!”
“I know right?” I replied with a smirk. “I work out like all the time.”
“Holy Bamalooah,” she exclaimed as she checked my other arm, “you’re just solid muscle!”
“Damn straight,” I laughed, standing up and using my Wardrobe to flash away all of my armor. I then flexed hard as I struck a side chest pose, really showing off all of my muscles. “Eh? Impressive as fuck, right?”
She stared at me with wide eyes as she looked me over. “I did not expect you to look so fucking cool…”
I raised an eyebrow at her as I held the pose, then reality set in as I realized what I was doing.
“Fuck,” I hissed as a massive wave of humiliation and shame washed over me, causing me to open my Wardrobe menu and re-equip all of my armor and clothes again. I then just stood there like an idiot, not sure how to react now.
Floria just sat there staring at me, then a wide smile appeared on her face. “You are fucking awesome, Shane.”
“Eh… thanks,” I muttered, adjusting my sheathed katana awkwardly.
Her eyes drifted to my sword as she continued to smile, “so what’s its name?”
“What?” I asked, still feeling all kinds of fucked up emotionally after what I’d just done.
“Your weapon, what’s its name?” she asked as she reached out to touch it.
I swayed my hips away from her, moving the sword out of her reach. “It doesn’t have a name.”
“What?!” she asked, suddenly looking very shocked. “You have to name it!”
“I don’t really care about stuff like that,” I admitted as she pulled out her large Ego gun.
“Shane, bro, you have too! Naming them bonds them to you and gives them more power!” she explained as she kissed the side of her gun. “This hotties name is Mr. Trombone.” The gun shimmered a bit as if responding to her words.
Drawing my own sword out of its sheath, I frowned, “I don’t know…”
“Just do it!” she pressed as she put her gun away. “Trust me!”
With a sigh I grabbed the katana in both hands and thought about it for a moment, “erm… okay. Katana, your name is now… uh… Jessie… Stabby?”
The moment I spoke its new name, the wooden sword began to shimmer lightly. I blinked as I waved it around a bit, feeling a difference in the way it felt in my hand. “Whoa.”
“Right?” Floria said with an excited smile, then raised an eyebrow. “Wait, Jessie Stabby?”
I just smiled sheepishly at her as I put the sword back in its sheath, “yeah, first words to come to my mind.”
“Well it’s unique at least!” she laughed as she hopped up and stood before me, putting her hands in her pockets. “Feeling better?”
Looking at her smiling face caused me to smile a bit, “no, I feel terrible. But not as bad as I could be, I guess.”
A bright smile exploded onto her face as she leaned back a bit, “epic.” She then looked me right in the face, the mask hiding my eyes, “if you want, we can do this again. Talk, I mean.”
“Hmm,” I hummed as I rocked on my feet again, “sure.”
She gave me a thumbs up and then dropped so she landed on the ledge of the building, “awesomesauce. You want to keep talking? Or you want me to shut up?”
“I don’t know, give talking a try till you piss me off,” I said with a smirk as I pushed up my mask and sat down on the ledge as well.
We sat in silence for a few minutes before she finally spoke again.
“So what do you prefer? Chicks or dudes?”
This caused me to recoil a bit as I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“You know, for dating and banging. Which do you prefer?” she asked with a relaxed smile on her face.
A frown found its way on my face as I shook my head at her, “I really don’t care about that kinda shit.”
“But if you had to choose,” she pressed, seeming to really want to know the answer.
I rolled my eyes as I looked out over the city before us. I’d never actually thought about stuff like this before, and I still wasn’t that interested in the subject. Romance was weird as fuck to me.
“Dunno,” I muttered, not really sure how I’d swing if I wanted to do the dating game. Or sex. Never really put any thought into it.
“Come on,” she laughed, slugging my arm. “You’re not asexual are ya?”
“No,” I replied with a scowl, not really liking this conversation. But after a few moments I sighed, “look, I really don’t know. Before Lenrick I’d have said guys, but now I’m not sure.”
This seemed to pull her back as she took on a softer tone, “hey, sorry. I get too into things sometimes. Want to change subjects again?”
“Yeah,” I said, smiling a bit at her.
She rubs her hands together, seeming to be thinking of something to talk about. “Hmm… Ah! When you took off your armor, I saw your ass tattoo. I know Domitor’s came from being good at drawing, but what about yours?”
“Oh, my cutie mark?” I asked with a wide smile as I shifted my body and removed the bottom half of my armor, revealing my cutie mark.
Floria leaned forward and stared at it, nodding in approval, “that just looks so badass!”
“Thanks,” I laughed as she looked it over, “I got it by defying God and making him my bitch.”
“Whoa! You made a God submit to you?!” she asked in astonishment.
“Fuck yeah I did!” I exclaimed proudly, slamming a fist into my chest. “Made him do exactly what I wanted with no problems!”
A astonished look sat on the short Kejtdra’s face as she stared at me, “have I mentioned you’re a badass?”
“You can mention it again,” I said with a sly grin.
She giggled and snorted as she leaned away from my cutie mark and nodded in approval at me.
With a flick of my claw I hit the menu button to re-equip my lower armor. I then turned to her, ready to ask my own question, but then I saw a massive shadow being cast over the city before us.
We both glanced at each other as we looked up, mouths' going wide as we saw an absolutely MASSIVE piece of land floating above the tree. With what looked to be two miniature suns stationed under the whole thing.
“What the fuck is that?” I asked in awe as Floria scoffed.
“Huh, I’ve always wondered what they meant by ‘held up by the twin suns’. Guess that answers that,” she muttered.
“Wait, is that Ephemeris Island?!” I yelped, not expecting it to be so fucking big. Thing looked to be a couple of miles long! Which would be a fucking lot with us being only a few inches tall in this world!
“Yep, that’s the island,” she said, a frown on her face. “Guess that means it’s time.”
I blinked a few times then smirked, “Oh fuck yeah. You ready to see me kick some idiot's asses?”
“See those muscles in action? Fuck yeah,” she teased, slugging my shoulder again.
We both stood up and headed for the door that led down to the ground floor.
“Just, one thing,” she said suddenly as we entered the stairwell.
“Go for it,” I said as we began our descent.
“Can you at least try and be nice to Domitor?” she asked carefully, watching my reaction.
I frowned as my eye twitched, “Floria, that’s a tall order.”
“Please?”
Groaning, I shook my head, “I can TRY, okay?”
“Thank youuuuu,” she said in a sing-song voice, clearly very happy now.
Fucking bipolar Kejtdra.
As we continued downward, I saw Rosemary leaning on the rails down below, smiling at us.
‘I’m sorry,’ I thought to her, to which she just gave a happy nod and faded away.
I had to admit, I did feel a bit better. Looks like talking about shit is at least somewhat helpful.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 41
Barehoof stared out the window, nervous that this idea would fail. It all relied on no one catching wind of their plans, but he was certain no one would.
“This is a really bad idea, dad,” Jeff muttered, clearly not a fan of this plan.
“It’s going to be fine,” Barehoof replied, turning from the window. “I’ve known her since she was a filly, she’ll help us.”
But Jeff just frowned, “yeah but, she’s the new Chief of the Inquisitor’s. There’s no way she’d help us.”
“She will,” Barehoof assured him. “She’s a good mare with a good heart. Besides, her father was my best friend once.”
“What’d she say exactly when you contacted her?”
“That she’d stop at nothing to make sure she arrived here to see us,” Barehoof said proudly.
Jeff just frowned, “what’d mom say?”
“Your mother does not need to know about this,” the older stallion said, looking a bit fearful. “It’s better if she only hears about this afterwards.”
“She’ll kill us you know,” Jeff deadpanned, causing both of them to chuckle a bit.
“A calculated risk,” Barehoof replied as he went back to the window to look out again.
He scanned the mostly destroyed town outside, waiting to see her arrive, but so far he wasn’t seeing anything. Not even the citizens of this town, which was strange since they were usually out and about trying to repair the town.
A sudden scratching was heard at the front door, putting them both on high alert.
“Yo, homies, open up! It’s me! Louie!” A frantic little voice barked out.
Jeff grumbled as he opened the door a crack and allowed the small dog to rush in.
“Whew! Thanks guys, I hate being in the open like that!” Louie exclaimed as he sat down on the floor panting.
“Why are you here, Lou?” Barehoof asked with a frown.
“I heard you two were going to attempt contact with the Chief of the Inquisitors, so I’m here as back up!” He proclaimed proudly, slamming a paw into his chest.
The two ponies looked at each other, both having a perplexed look on their faces.
“Thanks, Lou, but it’s just a meeting. She’s coming alone so we can figure out how to stop the Inquisitors and Champion.”
“But she’s the literal boss of the people hunting Bronies down! She volunteered for this position!” Louie barked, tail going crazy. “She’s definitely going to be a certified crazy bitch!”
“Don’t judge someone without knowing them,” Barehoof lectured, causing both Louie and Jeff to roll their eyes.
“Well she tries anything dumb, Imma cut her!” Louie said as he drew his knife in his mouth and made a few frantic cutting motions.
The two stallions chuckled at his antics, but a knock at the door drew their attention.
“That her?” Jeff asked, appearing a bit nervous.
“I hope so,” Barehoof said as he stepped up to the door and peeked through it, a wide smile appearing on his face. He pulled the door open to reveal the most intimidating mare any of them have ever seen. “Strawell!”
“Barehoof,” she said in a stern voice as she stepped through the doorway, her black armor glinting in the sunlight. “Spawn of Barehoof,” she said as she looked at Jeff. Then her eyes drifted to Louie, who’d stripped out of his clothes the moment he saw her and looked absolutely terrified, “dog.”
The two stallions raised their eyebrows at Louie, who was shaking a bit as he let out a normal bark.
Ignoring him they looked back to the mare as Barehoof closed the door behind her.
“Thank you for coming, Strawell,” Barehoof said as he tried to give her a hug, but she held up a hoof to hold him back.
“I will say I wasn’t expecting a call from you, Barehoof,” she said in a mostly monotone voice. “With you and your cohorts being some of the most wanted criminals in all of Equestria.”
“Yeah,” he chuckled sheepishly, “bold move on my part. But I knew we could trust you.”
“Hmm, quite,” she mumbled as she looked around the room, “tell me, are there any others here?”
“Just us,” he answered, waving a hoof over the three of them.
This brought a frown to her face, “I see. Where are you all staying right now?”
Barehoof started to answer but Jeff put a hoof in his mouth, “whoa whoa, lady, we need to know you’re really on our side before we start revealing stuff like that.”
“You have a smart boy, Barehoof,” she remarked as she took a step back. “Too bad the Apple did not fall from the same tree.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Barehoof asked in confusion, with only Louie seeming to understand her words as he whimpered, his ears perking up. He then began to bark frantically.
Without warning ponies in black armor began to burst through the windows and walls, rushing in and tackling the two stallions.
Strawell just watched with a cold indifference as her Inquisitors arrested the two criminals. Louie went silent as everyone seemed to be ignoring him at this point.
“What is this, Strawell?!” Barehoof yelled as he was roughly hoofcuffed. “I trusted you!”
“You are a criminal,” she said sternly as she stepped over him and his son, a stoic expression upon her face, “and I am the one tasked with hunting you. This is the only way this could have gone.”
Barehoof struggled against the Inquisitor above him, eyes locked on Strawell’s, “what would your father think of this?!”
She raised an eyebrow at him, looking unamused.
“He would never work with a monster like Champion!” Barehoof yelled as he finally gave up fighting against the pony on top of him. “Your father was a good stallion! He believed in justice above all else!”
The stoic mare slowly knelt down before him, “you’re right. He was a great stallion, and an even better father. He instilled in me a sense of justice, and that is exactly why I am here, doing what needs to be done.”
“But the Bronies are not the bad guys!” Jeff yelled as four ponies held him down, as he had more fight in him than his older father.
“A brony murdered my father,” she said with a little sneer, her stoic expression wavering a bit.
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24 years earlier
Colts and fillies sprinted around the backyard, screaming and laughing as they played random party games together. While the adults all stood off to the side, watching the children enjoy themselves.
But there was one filly who wasn’t running around with the rest, the young birthday filly. Today was her ninth birthday, and she was excited for the first time in a long while. Because her dad had promised he’d come home from his super important job just to see her and spend the whole day with her.
So she couldn’t focus on playing with her friends, as all she could do was sit there at the little table, eyes locked on the gate that lead into the backyard, knowing that’s where he’d enter. He always liked coming in all goofy and making her laugh. Which she was looking forward to seeing!
It’s been five months since she’d seen him last, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to go even ONE more day without seeing him. Which is why she knew he wouldn’t break his promise to her!
She grabbed the locket around her neck and held it up, opening it to see a picture of her and her dad, laughing as they hugged and stared into the camera.
The love between the two could be felt from this picture, as it was just that strong.
With a little smile she kissed the picture in the locket and closed it, returning to watching the gate.
“Come on, Strawell! We need a seeker for hide ‘n seek!” a colt yelled to her as he and a few other ponies stood together, looking at her with excited faces.
“I’m waiting for my dad! Go on without me!” she called to them, keeping her eyes on the gate.
“Aw come on!” another yelled, but a filly shushed them.
“You guys don’t understand! Her dad is coming home today! For her birthday! She can’t miss that!”
“Wow! Your dad is coming home today?!” a colt exclaimed in awe.
Strawell gave a happy nod at them, “Yes!”
They all cheered for her and ran off to play on their own, letting her wait for her father.
Two hours passed like this, with her staring intently at the gate, waiting patiently for her fathers arrival. The waiting did not damper her mood, as she KNEW he’d be here as soon as he could. Nothing would stand in his way!
Then finally, the moment she’d been waiting for! The gate unlatched and slowly opened, causing her to jump up and gallop as fast as she could towards the gate.
“Dad!” she screamed, happy little tears starting to form in her eyes. But then she came to a grinding halt as she saw it was just her dad's boss, causing her to frown. “You’re not my dad!”
“Oh… Strawell… is your mother out here?” the stallion asked, looking over the crowd of adult ponies that lined the walls of the fenced in yard.
But Strawell didn’t answer as she looked around him, expecting to see her father, “is my dad coming? Or did you make him work more?!”
The stallion had a weird look on his face as her mother rushed over, greeting the stallion happily.
“Captain Barehoof! We weren’t expecting you!” she exclaimed as she hugged him tightly. “Is my husband with you?”
“Can we talk in private, Opus Gleam?” he asked, giving Strawell a pained look.
This didn’t sit well with the mare as she gave a nod and turned to her daughter. “Okay sweetie, go play with your friends for a bit, okay?”
“I want dad,” Strawell stated firmly. “He promised he’d be here, and he will.”
“He’ll be here soon, honey, I prom-” her mom began, but Captain Barehoof touched her shoulder and shook his head.
“I wouldn’t make that promise just yet. Come on, we need to talk,” he said as he walked into the house.
Her mother looked horrified as she stood up and followed after him, not listening to Strawell as she asked over and over again where her dad was and why he was late.
She huffed in frustration as she saw her mother disappear into the house, so she stomped after her. As she entered the house she saw they’d entered into her parents bedroom, which confused her.
As she neared the room, she could hear them talking.
“-mission to protect a few civilians from a murderer,” Barehoof said in a somber tone. “You’re husband, Lieutenant Brink, died in the line of duty last night. He saved innocent lives at the cost of his own.”
“No…” she heard her mother moan out, obviously crying.
“I am sorry, Opus. Your husband died in the line of duty.”
Strawell’s eye twitched as she walked up to the door and pushed it open, getting both of their attention. “Where is my daddy?”
“Oh sweetie!” her mother wailed as she launched herself off of the bed and hugged her daughter, crying loudly as she held onto her.
“I said, where is my daddy?” she asked again, glaring into Barehoof’s eyes.
He looked hurt, but he knew he had to be clear here, “Strawell, your father died last night. He died serving the Princesses, just as he’d-”
She grabbed a book next to her and threw it at him, hitting him in the face.
“NO!” she roared as angry tears flowed down her face. “He did not!”
“Strawberry, I’m so sorry,” her mother cried, hugging her even tighter as she just cried into her daughter's neck.
The little filly held her tearful gaze with the older stallion as he stared back with sad eyes.
ooo000<^>000ooo
Present day
“But you know all about that, don’t you, Barehoof? You were one of the ones who made sure he walked free,” she said as she stared down at him.
“That’s what this is about?!” he asked in surprise, causing her to shake her head.
“Of course not,” she replied as she stood up and resumed her stern expression, “this is about justice.”
With that she gave a nod to the Inquisitors holding them down, causing them to haul the two stallions up and begin to drag them out of the building.
Strawell stood there a moment longer, looking around the room once more, eyes coming to a stop on Louie as he stood there petrified. Her gaze slowly narrowed, so he did the only thing he could in that moment.
He barked and ran over to her, licking at her armored hoof as he forced his tail to wag.
“Down, dog,” she commanded, causing Louie to sit down, his little heart going crazy. But she just gave the room one more look over before doing an about face and walking out the front door.
Once he was sure they were all gone, he slumped. He’d just taken the coward's way out, but at least he had avoided being caught. There wasn’t anything he could’ve done in that moment to save them.
He carefully returned to his clothing and picked it up in his mouth, he’d need someone else to put them on him. Dogs aren’t very good at dressing themselves.
The thought of that mare sent shivers down his spine, as it had been years since he’d seen someone who instantly scared the life out of him. The last one being baby Shayla…
Shuddering at the thought, he quickly ran for the backdoor, wanting to get back to the others to inform them of the new information he’d gathered.
The Inquisitors were finally formed and on the hunt.
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When the world ends, a young man gets a chance to relive his life in the world of Equestria.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 42
“Keep up, slow ass bitch,” I yelled back to Domitor as he struggled to keep up with me as we flew towards the floating island.
“I’m trying, asshole!” he snapped back as he grunted and flapped his wings harder.
Floria laughed loudly as she held her arms far above her head, “fly! Fly my magical flying pony!”
“Stop moving so much!” Domitor yelled back to her as she sat on his back, having way too much fun.
Despite myself I couldn’t help but chuckle at them as I stayed ahead of them, my eyes scanning the open air around us. Floria said there were giant avian animals that flew around the sky, but I haven’t seen any yet. It seems the presence of the massive island above us held by two suns is scaring off all the animals.
I wasn’t complaining, I’d rather not deal with an oversized bird.
We flew in silence for another twenty minutes before I let out an annoyed sigh. Despite this island being just above the tree, it was actually REALLY far away. Like, we’ve been flying for about half an hour and we’re just halfway there!
Well I could’ve been there already for sure, but Domitor the Slow was causing me to fly at a slower pace. If I was the one carrying Floria, this would have been no problem and we’d already be there.
So instead of going fast, we flew at a leisure pace all the way to the island, which took a whole hour.
The moment we crested the ledge of the island we were greeted with a massive lake, with a decently sized city on the other side. But the main attraction of this place was the massive colosseum that sat right outside the city.
Quest complete! 5 skill points awarded!
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“Fuck me,” I mumbled as I took it all in, as it was all a lot bigger than I thought it’d be.
Floria let out a whistle as she took out her binoculars and began to look the area over, “this place is so much nicer than people made it out to be.”
“So this Galben guy, he’s like what, a super powerful guy or something?” I asked as we slowly flew forward.
“The most powerful,” she replied as she leaned forward, propping herself on the back of Domitor’s head.
“Hey!” he complained, but she just laughed in response.
“Galben is a Zmeu, which is just a super powerful lifeform. Impossible to kill as far as I know,” she said as she looked her claws over, “yeah, he’s gone down the path of ‘look at me, I’m so important’ over the last few years, so he’s kinda been boring to hear about. But this tournament is supposed to be a big deal, since the reward is a favor from him.”
“The favor is useless to me since Rig has fucked me over,” I grumbled, rolling upside down as we flew, staring up at the sky above.
Floria shrugged as she began to braid Domitor’s mane, “if you fight hard enough and win, I’m sure you can swing two favors or something like that.”
“What are you doing back there?!” Domitor asked as he tried to yank his head away from her.
“Stop moving,” she said as she kept braiding his mane. “Just be careful, Shane. Thorn users are unpredictable sometimes, especially the older ones. Young people like me, we’re cocky, so exploit that.”
I raised an eyebrow at her, as the level of self awareness she always had astounds me. It is really hard to get a read on her and her motives.
“I can handle anything,” I replied with a thumbs up.
ooo000<^>000ooo
“There are too many people here,” I complained as we walked through the massive crowd of people, all standing outside the large colosseum.
“It’s been on the radio for like two months now, so of course a lot of chota’s would show up,” Floria said, still riding on Domitor’s back as we walked along, braiding away at his mane much to his annoyance.
To be honest, a lot of them looked a bit tough, like people even I’d have reserves about fighting. Nevertheless, I knew I could easily beat anyone here in a one on one match, which is what I’m hoping this tournament will be.
Up ahead, right on the side of the colosseum was a massive flashing sign that read ‘Sign-ups here!’ with an arrow pointing straight down to the ground below it. There was also a timer right above it that was counting down, with only about two hours left on it. That must be when the sign-ups end, I’d assume.
Heading in that direction we were greeted with a row of tables with a few lines of people waiting to sign up for the tournament.
“Great, lines,” I groaned as we stepped into one to begin the wait.
“Well at least it’s moving somewhat,” Domitor observed as we took a step forward every ten seconds or so.
I just shrugged as I started to shift from foot to foot, not liking just waiting around like this.
“So, the plan is,” I said aloud to them, having to do something to pass the time or I’d go crazy. “Win this tournament, then get that stupid favor for Rig. Then try and get this Galben to answer a few questions so I can figure out how to get the fuck out of this dimension.”
“It sounds so simple when spoken out loud,” Domitor said with a frown. “This whole thing banks on this guy actually wanting to help you, you know that right?”
“He’ll help me,” I replied confidently, “trust me.”
“Probably not, but we can hope,” Floria commented as she finished braiding Domitor’s mane. “There, all done, Dommy!”
“I don’t want to look at it,” he muttered, shaking his head about, causing the braids to flop all around him. “Oh I look stupid don’t I?”
“Like a little filly,” I mocked with a smirk, causing him to groan.
“So I have a question for you two,” Floria asked, suddenly looking a bit nervous as she started to fidget with her faceplate again. “When you two find a way to leave and get back to your home world, can I come?”
I frown at her, not sure how to answer that. I hadn’t planned on bringing anyone back with me.
“Home world? What do you mean ‘to return to your home world’?” someone asked behind me.
“It means mind your own business,” I snapped as I turned around to see a female Halwen had stepped up to us. She gave off a rich kid vibe, which just made me dislike her without even having to hear her speak again. “So scram, lady.”
“How rude,” she said in a refined voice as she put her hands behind her back, staring at us. Her eyes lingered on Domitor, “what is this thing?”
“A ugly creature, I’d stand back if I were you,” I said as my mask hid my smirk. “Otherwise he’d rub off on your nice clothes.”
Domitor rolled his eyes at this, apparently not up to dealing with me and my insults today.
“Hmm,” she said as she tapped at her chin, “I will say; I’ve never seen anything like it before. Willing to sell him?”
“How much ya got?” I asked with a laugh.
“I’m not for sale,” Domitor deadpanned.
“Oh it’s sentient,” she said with a look of surprise on her face. “Which now brings me back to my original question; What do you mean home world?”
Floria suddenly let out a gasp as she seemed to realize something. She stepped forward and japped a claw at the taller woman’s face. “You’re a fucking Cakehurst!”
“That I am,” the Halwen woman said, giving a half bow. “Vanilla Cakehurst to be exact. It’s good to know even lowly Kejtdra such as yourself can recognize excellence when you see it.”
“Oh hell nah,” Floria said as she turned to me, “we’re not entertaining this bitch at all. Cakehurst’s can NOT be trusted. All they want is money and power, and they will do anything, and screw over anyone, to get it.”
“While that is true,” Vanilla said calmly, hands still behind her back. “We’re not all like that. Have you heard the phrase: ‘don't judge a book by its cover’?”
“Jokes on you, I judge all books by their covers,” Floria retorted, sticking her tongue out at the woman.
“Somehow I don’t doubt that,” she said back, a little sly grin on her face.
Floria’s eyes narrowed as she started to take a step towards the Halwen, “you little pompous rich girl, you wanna go?!”
“Whoa there,” I said, playing mediator for once as I grabbed Floria by her coat and pulled her back behind me. “Don’t get us kicked out.”
“Yeah, if anyone is going to get us kicked out it’s Shane here,” Domitor said, just having to throw in a little jab at me.
“Shut your horse mouth, Dom,” I growled, reaching over and flicking his braids.
With a groan Floria slide between us, holding us apart, “come on you two! Don’t start shit right now!”
Vanilla just watched us with a slightly confused look. “You three have a weird group dynamic going on, don’t you?”
“You wouldn’t believe it,” Domitor said, taking a step back and looking away from me.
I just took a breath and turned to face the Halwen. “Okay first up, I don't know shit about Cakehurst’s, but from the few things I’ve heard, I know you guys are to be avoided like a plague.”
“Damn right!” Floria agreed behind me. “They’re slimy little snakes in the grass!”
Instead of getting offended, the Halwen woman just shrugged, “I can’t argue that. The family over the years have gained quite the reputation for how we handle business. But as I said, we are not all that bad. You’re focusing on a few prime examples and disregarding all else.”
“Hey, if the shoe fits,” Floria said with a smirk.
“And two,” I continued, crossing my arms. “I do not like people who eavesdrop.”
She just gave a shrug, “to be fair, you were talking fairly loudly. I doubt I’m the only one who heard you.”
“Yeah you were talking pretty loud, Shane,” Domitor said in agreement.
“What? Me?! Floria is the one she heard, not me you idiot!” The two of us began to square up with each other.
“Guys!” Floria snapped, pushing between us yet again. “Stop making me do this shit!”
Vanilla just watched us with an amused look on her face, “you three are quite adorable together.”
“Adorable?” I asked in disgust, turning my back on my two companions. “Saying it like that ruins it. Thanks, bug woman.”
She looked past me and raised a hand, pointing behind us. “You’ve been cut in front of.”
“What?” I asked as I turned towards the line and saw the line had moved without us and others had moved in to fill the gap. “Oh fucking great! Thanks rich girl, way to distract us.”
I moved forward and took up my new spot in the line, determined not to lose it again.
“How about you take a hike, Cakehurst?” Floria said roughly as she and Domitor came up behind me.
“It’s a free state, I’m afraid,” she replied as she walked away, but still within sight as she stood there, watching us.
“Creepy ass bugs,” I muttered, shaking my head as I turned my head to look at the other two.
“That’s the Cakehurst’s for you,” Floria mumbled, keeping her eyes locked on the Halwen.
I also eyed the other woman, not liking that she was just hanging around us. Plus she was a Cakehurst’s, which according to my grandparents they’re the worst thing ever. Then again, I keep hearing they’re the worst, but I’ve gotten very few examples.
Only thing I know for sure is they’ve prevented my grandparents' business in this city from getting off the ground and have put them into poverty. Which is apparently a major contrast to how the family business was in the past.
“Should I go over there and wallop her good?” Floria asked, pulling up a sleeve.
“Just ignore her for now,” I grunted, wanting to at least attempt to avoid any more problems.
“Someone is learning,” Rosemary commented from somewhere in the crowd, but I didn’t seek her out.
“That’s a bit out of character,” Domitor muttered.
“Yeah, it’s called doing better. You should try it, Dom,” I shot back, causing him to roll his eyes and look away from me.
He reached up with his hoof and began to try and undo the braids in his mane.
“Hey stop that!” Floria hissed as she slapped his hoof down. “Leave ‘em in, they make you look cute.”
“Ugh!” he groaned, a scowl on his face as he put his hoof down.
I made a whipping sound effect, causing him to kick some dirt at me.
Luckily before we got into it again we reached the front of the line.
Stepping up to the table I saw it was just a simple sheet of paper with places for others to put their names. A lot more simple than I’d thought it’d be.
Taking the pencil in my hand I carefully added my name to the list, watching as it shimmered a light yellowish color.
“Huh.” I turned to the other two and shrugged, “that’s it?”
“Move along, man!” someone in line behind us said.
Holding up my hand I move aside with the other two and walk into the crowd. Off to the side I could still see Vanilla watching us. She wasn’t trying to hide from us, just openly standing there watching us.
I’ll need to keep an eye on her for sure.
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Two hours later
A loud horn sounded across the area as the timer hit zero, causing everyone to go silent and turn towards the colosseum where a massive door slowly swung open. The sounds of heavy footsteps could be heard approaching as the door creaked open.
From the sounds of it, something large was heading this way.
A few people in the crowd around us began to look a bit nervous as the footsteps got louder and heavier.
Then the door was kicked open fully and a normal sized Halwen jumped out, holding a mic in his hand as he seemed to sparkle like a diamond in the sunlight.
“Hey hey now! How are you all doing on this amazing day?!” he proclaimed in a much too happy voice. No one in the crowd responded to him, but he continued anyways, “wow! What a turn out! Many more than was anticipated!”
“That’s Galben?” I asked in disbelief, causing Floria to laugh.
“Him? No. You’ll know him when you see him, trust me,” she replied as she leaned back with her hands behind her head.
“Since we have so many contestants, we’re going to have to do a little bit of a preliminary round before the actual tournament can start,” the flamboyant Halwen announced as he walked along the crowd, a wide smile on his face. “Is that shubdiggery with everyone?”
The entire crowd, myself included, just stared back at him, not one word was spoken.
“Belletastic!” he exclaimed as he did a spin and came to a stop giving a finger gun to a random person in the crowd. “Before we officially begin, I am Flavio, your slemdoobitly announcer for today’s events!”
“Is he going to talk like this the entire time?” I asked as I looked at the others.
“I hope not,” Domitor mumbled, looking just as annoyed as I felt.
“Aw come on, it’s not that bad,” Floria chuckled, looking to be having a good time.
“So what kind of preliminary should we have?” Flavio asked as he walked around, spinning the microphone by the wire. “Butotactular idea!” he suddenly yelled as she struck a goofy pose, head down as he held a hand above his head. “Do you all know how to play Black and White Boxing?”
This got most of the crowd to react as they all seemed to know what this was.
Flavio fist pumped at this, “Booyah! That’s what I like to hear! The Preliminaries will be a round of Black and White Boxing! To pass through this doorway you will need five victories! If you lose, you’re gonzo! Matches will be best of five!”
He threw his hand up, causing a little pin with his face on it to appear on everyone’s chest. “Collect five Flavio’s Groovy Pins, and you’re in the tournament!”
I tried to take the little pin that had appeared on me off, but it was really stuck on my chest plate. Not really sure how I’m supposed to take someone’s pin if they’re stuck on like this.
“Good luck and have fun, heepistial people!” he yelled as he ran backwards through the massive doorway as a yellowish wall of energy appeared over it.
New Quest! ‘Rank A: Pass Preliminaries!’
“Oh this’ll be easy for you,” Floria remarked as she stayed in her relaxed position.
“For sure,” I stated confidently as I turned to face her. “But what is Black and White Boxing?”
This caused Floria’s eyes to go wide, “wait you’ve never played that game before?!” I just shook my head in response as she suddenly looked very nervous, “oh no, you might be screwed here then.”
“It’s just boxing though, right? I kick ass at boxing,” I said as I flexed my arms for them.
“This game is not as barbaric or simplistic as boxing,” the Halwen woman from earlier said as she strolled up to us.
I turned to her, taking notice that she did not have a pin on her chest, meaning she wasn’t participating in the tournament.
“It requires finesse and skill to win,” she stated, coming to a stop a few feet from me. “Both of which, a brute like you seems to lack.”
“Are you trying to get on my good side, or get your ass kicked?” I growled at her, eye twicthing.
“My point has been proven,” she said in a tone that made me want to just deck her right here. “Luckily for you, I actually know how to play this game.”
“Don’t need ya, I got my own expert,” I said, pointing over my shoulder to Floria.
“Actually, I know the street version of this game… which is not the same game,” Floria admitted, causing me to groan.
Vanilla smiled at me, waiting for me to say something.
“Fine, how do you play this game, lady?” I asked, crossing my arms in annoyance.
“Well, my muscled up meat head of a man, this game is quite simple,” she said, walking over and taking a seat next to Floria, who grunted and scooted away from her. “Both opponents will stand in front of each other and take turns attacking and defending. If you are attacking you have two ways to attack. Black fist and White Fist.”
“This sounds stupid and easy,” I commented, causing her to giggle at me.
“One such as yourself would think that,” she adjusted her dress a bit as she sat there. “If you put all of your force into a punch, that’s a Black Fist. If your opponent blocks it, they get a point. If you hold back and throw a punch, then it’s a White Fist. If they block this one, then you get a point. If you throw a Black Fist and they don’t block it, you get a point. And vice versa if you throw a White Fist and they don’t block it, then they get a point. Simple, yes?”
“No, not simple,” I frowned, barely understanding it.
“I’ll run you through it again, listen carefully this time,” she said as she stood up and began to pace around me.
She retold the rules again, this time talking slower like I was an idiot. But I hate to admit I got it the second time around thanks to her slower talking.
“Better?” she asked, returning to her seat.
“Yeah, I got it now,” I grumbled, looking around as the people around us were already engaging in their own matches.
“What if I throw a Black Fist and they don’t block, and I knock them out?” I asked, rolling my shoulders as I got ready.
“Then you win,” she chuckled, sitting there looking way to proper for my liking.
“You got this,” Floria said as she gave me a thumbs up.
“Just remember; the way to win is to read your opponent and not let them read you,” Vanilla added cheerfully.
“Don’t screw up and lose before it starts,” Domitor added, causing me to roll my eyes.
Turning around I scanned the crowd, looking for a worthy opponent.
“Hey there fancy boy, fight me,” a Kejtdra my size asked as he stepped up to me, already having two pins on his shirt.
I smirked at him as we squared up with each other, “Your funeral, bud.”
“I’ll go first, if that’s okay with you,” he said as he raised his fist into a fighting stance.
“Go for it,” I replied, getting ready as well.
We stared at each other intensely as I watched his movements, waiting to see how he’d throw his punch. Then his arm flinched, causing me to raise my guard, but he just slowly reached out and tapped my arm with his fist.
“Point,” he said in a smug tone as a little number one appeared on his chest.
“Oh she’s too fucking stupid to win this,” Domitor groaned as he flopped back onto the ground.
I narrowed my eyes at the man before me. This game might require more critical thinking than I thought.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 43
“Your move,” the man before me said smugly.
Rosemary appeared beside him, holding her hands up, “okay, you can win this, Shane. You just have to play this smart, do not just-”
I flicked my fist right at him, aiming to knock him out in one hit. But his arm came up, followed by a loud boom sounding throughout the area as he blocked the attack.
My eyes flared open in anger as he continued to smirk, “another point for me.”
“Shane!” Rosemary snapped, “think before you act! A child could’ve seen that attack coming with how you telegraphed it.”
Taking a deep breath I slowly forced myself to relax, letting the tension leave my shoulders and neck.
“Alright, asshole,” I grumbled, raising my fist. “Your move.”
The man smiled as he got set up, staring into the eyes of my mask.
“Watch his movements, the way he flexes his muscles, his eyes,” Rosemary said calmly as she pointed at each feature of the man, “each of those will give away what he’s planning to do.”
Taking her advice, I paid attention to each of his movements. His neck flexed, followed by his right arm and both legs. His waist began to twist as he threw a punch, which I could clearly tell was going to have some power behind it.
As it neared me, I smirked at him as I raised my arm and blocked the attack, which hit with such force that it moved me back slightly.
“Point,” I said as a little number one appeared on my chest.
He just shrugged, “good for you. You still need two more while I’m about to win.”
“Well get ready then,” I said as I prepared to attack him.
A little smirk played on his face as I began to tense up, obviously preparing to throw a very powerful punch.
I twisted my body as I continued to tense up more and more, my body giving away what I planned to do. I then threw a punch that seemed to rocket towards him.
The man simply raised his arm to block the attack, looking absolutely smug as he looked into my eyes.
Then my fist lightly tapped against his arm. A White Fist.
“Point,” I said in a smug tone to match the one he’d used earlier.
“What the crap was that?!” he yelped, shock taking over his face.
I just shrugged at him, an unseen smile on my face, “dunno what you’re talking about. You just suck at this game.”
“That was clearly a Black Fist! How’d you stop your attack like that?!” he asked, clearly wanting to understand what just happened.
“Come on, bro, take your turn,” I said, holding my fist up.
“Game point,” he grumbled as he raised his fist.
Doing the same as before I watched his body, watching as he tensed only his neck and threw a fast punch towards me. I did not block as his fist lightly bounced off of my face, a White Punch.
“Point,” I laughed as the two little pins disappeared off of his chest and appeared on mine.
“How?!” he asked, looking very upset, like he was about to throw a tantrum.
“I’m just better than you, chump,” I replied, flexing and kissing both of my biceps.
He made a frustrated sound and spun around, walking away while cursing loudly.
“Holy shit,” Floria said in awe as I turned to them, giving them a little victory pose. “That was amazing!”
Domitor also looked impressed, “I don’t understand how you threw that second punch. Even I thought it was a Black Fist.”
I just gave a bow, “it’s called having complete control over your body.”
They both just rolled their eyes.
“That was an excellent maneuver, Shane,” Vanilla complimented, giving me a little clap that both felt genuine and condescending at once.
“Thank you, I think?” I said as I looked at her face, her eyes hidden behind her goggles.
“You are welcome, sir,” she said with a little nod.
I really can't gauge her at all.
“You and me, let’s go,” someone said from behind me.
Turning around I found myself face to face with a large Halwen, who was slightly taller than me, but had much larger muscles. He had two pins on his chest, which was exactly how many more I needed.
“You’re on, my guy,” I replied as I squared up with him. “Wanna go first?”
“Yes,” he said sternly as he raised his fist and stared me down. I wasn’t sure how to read him, so I might lose a point here just so I can get a feel for him.
His entire body tensed up as he appeared to double in size, throwing a punch with so much power I could feel it coming before it even reached me. My eyes went wide as I raised both arms to block the attack, and even with that I was sent skidding backwards as he landed the blow. My arms felt like they’d been hit by a freight train!
“It appears his tactic was to just knock you out in one hit no matter if you blocked or not,” Vanilla observed, pointing out the obvious.
“You think?!” I yelled back to her as I returned to my spot, rubbing my arms as they seemed to scream in pain.
“I’m surprised you can still stand after that,” the large Halwen laughed, flexing his muscles to make them dance around his body.
“Eh, I’ve had worse,” I said as I prepared myself.
“Well come on then,” he said smugly, “get your turn finished with, because I guarantee the next one is your last.”
“Okay,” I said with a smirk. “I’m going to throw a Black Fist.”
He laughed as I began to throw a very relaxed punch towards his face.
“You’re an idiot, no one falls for reverse psychol-” he began to say, but my fist suddenly slammed into his face, sending him flying backwards and tumbling across the ground.
“What the fuck was that?!” Floria screamed as she jumped up, bouncing in place as she held her head. “For real! What the fuck was that?!”
“Whew, that shit hurt,” I said as I shook my fist out.
Looking in the direction I sent the large Halwen flying in, I saw he was just laying there, not moving. After a few moments I saw two little pins flying through the air, followed by them slamming into my chest next to the other ones.
“Shane, for real, what was that?” Floria asked as she ran up to me, shaking my shoulders. “You threw a punch so slow I had time to yawn!”
“It was nothing,” I laughed, but she shook me even harder, eyes begging me to tell her. “It was just my own variation of the One Inch Punch. All you need to be able to do is explosive movements and shit.”
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she exclaimed as I laughed nervously and pushed her back a bit.
“Yeah, thanks, Floria.”
Vanilla strolled up to me next, looking just as impressed as Floria was acting, “I will admit, in all my years I’ve never seen movement like you just displayed. Well done, Mr. Shane.”
“Beltosh,” I offered, “last name is Beltosh.”
“Shane Beltosh?” she said, tapping her chin. “I see. I’m not familiar with the name, but you must come from a well off family to have skills such as those.”
“I come from a GREAT family,” I threw back, taking offense to her words even if she meant well by them.
“You are clear evidence of that, Mr. Beltosh,” she said with a smile.
… I really can’t tell if that is an insult or not.
“Anyways,” I said, turning for the massive door covered in yellow energy, “let's get to the actual tournament.”
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Quest complete! 7 skill points awarded!
You have 36 unspent points!
“This place is so much bigger on the inside,” Domitor said in awe as we walked down a long hallway, a few others ahead of us and coming up behind us.
“Yeah, this Galben guy must like big shit,” I commented, getting a giggle out of Vanilla.
“Galben is a Zmeu, and a very proud one at that. It will do you well to treat him with respect if you are ever face to face with him. Leaving the cursing behind would be of great benefit to you as well,” she said in her annoyingly proper voice as she walked with her hands behind her back.
“Thanks, princess, I’ll keep that in fucking mind,” I said with a smirk, watching as she frowned at me a bit.
“How brash of you,” she said in a low tone as she pursed her lips.
“Yeah, get fucked Skankhurst,” Floria laughed as she spun around and flipped the Halwen off with both hands. “We don’t need your advice up in here!”
“Be nice, Floria,” Domitor said without looking back at them. “Vanilla, while being a Cakehurst, did explain the game back there for Shane. If not for her, we’d have to go off of your version of the game. Which, as you said, was very different.”
“Why are you sticking up for her?” Floria asked as she shoved her hands in her pockets and looked a bit upset as she looked up at the ceiling.
“Because she hasn’t given me a reason to dislike her yet,” Domitor admitted.
Vanilla smiled towards him, “thank you, strange creature.”
“It’s Domitor,” he mumbled as he picked up his pace.
“Ah, Domitor. Means tamer, or vanquisher, depends on the translation,” Vanilla mused, tapping her chin. “A very strong name.”
“It’s a very stupid name,” I pointed out.
“I think it is a very nice name for one such as himself,” she countered boldly, “a very attractive name that will attract a mate of a high calibur.”
As he heard her words, Domitor tripped over his own hoof and slammed face first into the ground, causing me to burst out laughing.
“What happened, Domitard? Get a bit flustered there? First time getting a compliment from a hot chick?” I mocked, laughing very loudly as I slapped my knee a few times.
“Screw off, Shane,” he grumbled as he pulled himself back up to his hooves and continued walking, leaving us behind.
“Hot chick?” Vanilla asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Don’t flatter yourself, I say random shit sometimes,” I replied, continuing on my way.
Floria just stuck her tongue out at Vanilla as she ran to catch up with Domitor.
“My, these are strange people indeed,” I heard the Halwen say from behind me as she began to walk after us.
The four of us continued forward, walking till we came to the end of the hall, stepping out into a massive and open arena. With high walls all around us with seats going all the way up to the sky.
A bit excessive in my opinion.
The people who’d beaten us here were all standing in the middle of the dirt arena, looking unsure of what to do. So we just walked over and joined them, also not sure what we’re supposed to do.
About twenty more minutes passed as more and more people slowly trickled into the arena, all of them looking unique and weird in their own right.
To be honest, everyone who was winning the Black and White Boxing matches seemed to be the types of people you’d see in a comic book or something. All dressed very colorfully and walking with so much confidence that I felt out of place, and that’s saying something.
If I had to guess, I’d say they were all also Thorn users.
“Wowee wow wow!” Came the overly excited voice of Flavio over some loud speakers as he stood on a floating platform high above us. “We’ve got some strong competitor’s for today's event, wouldn’t you say so Galben?”
Movement on one side of the arena drew everyone’s attention to a massive and Royal looking pavilion jutting out on one of the arena's walls. A massive, buffed as fuck, creature sat there staring down at us, with a snake like body wrapped around himself.
“We do not see a single worthy being among this gathered mess of flesh,” Galben said in such a pretentious tone that I had a visible reaction.
I hate him already.
“Oh be nice, Galby! These groovtasic people are here to fight for your favor, so show them some love!” Flavio exclaimed over the loudspeakers, causing Galben to lean back and wave his large hand. “Look at that, folks! A hand wave from the great Galben! You should be as jestapitcal as I feel!”
What the actual fuck have I signed up for?
“Now cast your beautiful eyes up here to see the leaderboard!” Flavio called out as some floating text appeared next to his platform, displaying the tournament brackets with everyone’s names listed on them.
“This tournament will be super simple! With two even simpler rules!” He continued, moving around his platform flamboyantly, “rule numba one; have fun! This is a flemflamish once in a lifetime event!”
I facepalmed at this, as I was slowly losing hope in this being a serious event.
“Rule numba two: no flying around! Galben is grumpy today and would rather you all stay planted on the ground!” He came to a stop and struck a pose as he pointed down at us, “and that’s it! The tournament itself is a basic beat ‘em up! Fight till you knock out your opponent!”
“Can we kill them?” Someone yelled out, causing Flavio to come to a grinding halt as he looked over the platform, searching out the speaker.
“You want to kill your opponents?” He asked, then shrugged as he resumed his overly happy mood, “well yes my dubious friend! You can kill your opponents! Just know that’ll make you very unpopular with your fellow contestants!”
From the reactions of the people around me, they didn’t care for the approval of any of the others here. Which meant I’ll be fighting people willing to kill me to win this.
Well, that’ll make things more interesting at least.
“But we do have a treat for you all!” Fabio yelled out as a spotlight came down on a door on the other side of the colosseum. “An amazing standby area provided by the great Galben! If you’ll all head that way now, we’ll finish preparations for today’s event! For all those here to spectate, feel free to find a seat anywhere!”
The doors opened as a few more spotlights shown on it. Slowly the crowd began to drift towards them.
“So do we go with Shane or…” Domitor asked as he looked around.
“We can either go with him, or find a place above to watch,” Vanilla replied as she waited for us to make a decision.
I just shrugged as I began to walk towards the doors, following the crowd. Behind me I heard the others come to an agreement and come after me.
This place better have some good ass food.
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“Princess Nova,” a little voice called out, stirring her from her restless sleep. “Nova!” Someone barked from right in front of her face.
She gasped awake as she grabbed whoever it was with her magic and sent them flying across the room.
Louie yelped as he soared across the room, about to slam into a wall. But just as he reached it he was engulfed in magic, halting him moments before impact.
“Lou, have you never learned to not startle a sleeping Alicorn?” Nova asked as she pulled him towards herself and sat him down on the floor before her couch.
“I don’t know many Alicorn’s,” he chuckled as he scratched behind his ear. “Why you so jumpy?”
“Take a wild guess, my canine friend,” she replied as she stood up and stretched, groaning as she did so, the pain in her chest still present.
“Yeah, Champion is scary,” Louie agreed with a sigh. “Guys given me night terrors.”
Nova gave him a sad look as she walked towards the kitchen, ready to finally try to eat something.
“So something bad happened,” Louie said sheepishly as he watched the mare open the fridge.
She sighed as she pulled out a few items with her magic, glancing at him as she used her magic to start making herself some food. “What’s happened?”
“Well,” Louie began as he jumped up on the counter next to her, “you know how we told you a new group was being formed by Champion?”
“Yes, I believe their name was the Inquisitors, correct?” She asked as food items floated all around her.
“Yep, those guys,” he confirmed with a solemn look on his face. “Well they’re formed and already out hunting Bronies.”
“As one would expect,” she muttered as she finished preparing her food and used her magic to start heating it. “Is this the bad news?”
“Eh no, it’s part of it though,” he said sheepishly. “You know Barehoof and Jeff?”
“Of course,” she said as she checked how her food was doing, then stopped as she realized something. “Wait, are they okay?”
“Erm, yesish?” He said as he scraped his foot at the countertop.
“Small Lou, tell me,” she said as she turned to him, stern look on her face.
“Barehoof tried to make contact with a friend of his in the Inquisitors, but she betrayed him and now they’ve been arrested,” he replied, looking everywhere but at her.
She let out a frustrated groan as she used her magic to carry her food into the living room. “More reasons for me to get healed. I need to be out there helping, not laying around here.”
“What’s your plan?” He asked as he followed after her, jumping into a chair as she resumed her place on her couch.
“It’s quite simple,” she replied as she began to slowly spoon food into her mouth. “I’m going to meet up with all the members of Phantasm Troupe and they’re going to grant me access to their Enforcer’s Order Hall so I may use this training chamber.”
“Then what?”
She let out a sigh as she glanced towards him, “then I try and fix everything.”
“I guess if anyone can, it’d be a Princess,” he said with a nod. “If you’re going to become an Enforcer, can you convince them to make me one as well.”
“There’s no need for that,” she replied as she finished off her food. “You’re safer as you are, hiding in plain sight.”
He frowned as he whined a bit, “Nova, can I be honest and serious with you for a moment?”
She raised an eyebrow at him as she turned her full attention to him, “you may, my small friend. What’s on your mind?”
The small dog stared back at her, his little mustache twitching, “I’ve been a background character all my life with my friends. While they’ve been off fighting and dying, I’ve spent the past twenty something years just screwing around. I want to change that, I want to help fix all this crap.”
Nova nodded along with him, listening intently.
“But no one is listening to me, as always,” he continued, pawing at his ear, “so I’ve just been playing recon dog, just running around and spying on the enemy.”
“And that’s incredibly important work,” Nova assured him.
“I know that,” he sighed as he began to scratch at the chair beneath himself, “but I was there when Barehoof and Jeff got arrested, and all I did was stand there and pretend to be a dog. Nova, I can’t just stand by like that and watch all my friends get taken. I want to be able to actively help them.”
The mare didn’t respond as she leaned forward, looking deep in thought as she stared at him.
“I want to get an Ego and I want to save my friends. I don’t want to just keep being Louie the Brony dog, the deadbeat dad,” he let out a whimper as he pawed at his face a few more times. “For the first time in my life I want to be proactive instead of just coasting through life.”
“Luke,” she said calmly, using his real name, “I understand where you are coming from. But you do understand the risk, correct? To join the actual fighting could mean your death.”
“I don’t care,” he said firmly, “I’ve been on the sidelines my entire life, it’s time for me to step up and take on some real responsibilities.”
Nova nodded at him, a little smile on her face, “if you feel this strongly about this course of action, I will see what I can do.”
His body relaxed as he laid down on the chair, “thank you, Princess Nova.”
“Please, just Nova,” she said with a smile. “I’ve never liked being called a Princess, nor wanted the title.”
“Well I’m sorry to tell ya,” he laughed as he scratched his ear, “but everyone here is already referring to you as our new leader. You know, since you’re the Princess and super powerful.”
“Wonderful,” she mumbled, clearly not a fan of this revelation. She’d wanted to just get healed and then deal with her brother and his goons, not have everyone relying on her to lead them.
“We need a real leader, Nova,” Louie began, clearly seeing the conflict on her face, “all we have right now are the young members of Phantasm Troupe, and they’re great ponies, but they’re way too inexperienced to lead something like this. And Calypso is trying her best, but she’s stretched thin.”
Nova sighed and fell back onto the couch, rubbing her face.
“Everyone loves and respects you, Nova,” he said as he stood up and struck a confident pose, “they were all relieved to find out you were alive, and they want you to lead us. Just think about it, for us.”
“I shall think on it,” she grumbled, still not a fan of the concept.
“Awesomeness,” he said with a smile as he yawned and laid back down.
She stood up and left the room, deciding to at least get her house set up in the meantime. Plus her clothes needed to be washed, and repaired.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 44
“Hello Eris! Sorry for the interruption to your regularly scheduled programming, but we are hijacking the fabtastical airwaves to allow you all the the privilege to listen in on the tournament, brought to you by the amazing Galben!” The little radio above the sleep trio blared, waking them up.
“What the fuck is this crap?” Scamp grumbled, pulling a pillow over her head as she pushed herself into Mallogory’s side.
“Just some whimsical bullshit, ignore it,” Mallogory replied as she rolled over and pulled her wife fully into herself.
“Round one will begin here shortly! And it will be covered by yours truly, Flavio! The grooviest and smoothest guy on the airwaves!”
“Turn it off,” Scamp groaned in annoyance.
“We can’t, I tried when it was playing that stupid talk show yesterday,” Spark said from his bed.
“Great, guess we’re listening to some stupid tournament,” Scamp muttered, adjusting herself so she could block out as much of the radio as possible.
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“My expectations were low and I’m still completely devastated by this,” I said as I stood before the buffet table, shoulders deflated.
“My, I expected a feast provided by the great Galben to be a bit more… more?” Vanilla commented as she stood by my side, one eyebrow raised.
“This shit not poppin at all,” Floria grumbled in disappointment.
Domitor just stared at the buffet, looking indifferent, “this still beats what my father would provide to me.”
What lay before us, on a massive and long buffet table, was a single bowl of cereal. As in just one normal sized bowl, for all sixty four contestants and the spectators.
“This Galben is an asshole bitch,” I hissed as I stared at the cereal, which appeared to be a bit soggy as well.
My stomach growled loudly. Followed by Domitor’s and Floria’s stomachs.
“When was the last time you three ate?” Vanilla asked with a frown.
“What, this morning?” I asked, looking at my two companions.
“Yeah, but that was hours ago. We’ve been in like, two fights since then,” Floria said as she reached over and tipped the bowl over.
“Plus we had to fly up here,” Domitor added, glaring at Floria. “Well two of us did at least.”
She gave him an innocent look as she put her hands in her pockets.
Vanilla just chuckled a bit as she walked over to a lone table, pulling out random ingredients from her Vacuole and placing them on the table.
“What are you doing?” I asked curiously as I stepped over to her, watching her carefully arrange the items before herself.
“Stand back and I shall show you,” she said with a stern look on her face.
I narrowed my eyes at her but listened as I took a few steps back, crossing my arms.
We all watched as she rubbed her hands together, seeming to be concentrating as she stared down at the assortment of ingredients. Then with a clap of her hands she slapped them down on the table, causing all of the ingredients to be sucked into each other. They morphed around in front of her as they slowly formed into different kinds of baked goods.
“What the fuck did I just witness?” I asked aloud as I stared wide eyed at the food that the Halwen had just made, somehow.
“It’s the stupid Calehurst Thorn,” Floria answered as she frowned. “They all have the same Alchemy Thorn, and all are fucking bakers.”
“That’s actually really cool,” Domitor complimented as Vanilla turned around and waved a hand over the food.
“Feel free to help yourselves,” she said with a dull expression on her face.
Domitor and I started to walk forward, but Floria stopped us by grabbing our tails.
“What’s the catch, Cakehurst?” She asked coldly, glaring at the other woman as she stood there with her hands behind her back.
Vanilla’s mouth set in a hard line, “there is no catch, street rat. I’m attempting to be charitable.”
“Charitable?” She asked with a roll of her eyes. “Do we look like charity cases to you?”
I sniffed the air, the food seeming to beckon for me, “consider me a charity case, because that shit smells amazing!”
We broke away from Floria as we rushed over to the table, looking it all over.
“Cakehurst’s never do anything to just be nice, it’s not in their nature,” Floria growled as she walked up, keeping her eyes locked on Vanilla’s goggles.
The Halwen didn’t respond, just stared back with an expression that was hard to read.
“Thank you, Vanilla,” Domitor said as he gave her a genuine smile, “this was incredibly nice of you to do for us.”
This seemed to catch her off guard as she eyed him suspiciously.
“Yeah, guess you can’t be that bad,” I added as I piled a few food items in front of myself.
My own complement seemed to confuse her further as she stood there, hands still behind her back.
“Really? She provides you two with food and now you’re all over her?” Floria asked, clearly annoyed.
“What can I say?” I chuckled, finishing up my little food pile. “I’m a slut for good food.”
Domitor rolled his eyes at me, “that’s a bit crude.”
Flori sighed loudly as she stepped up and picked at the food, making her own little pile. “Lucky I’m hungry.”
Vanilla took her place at the table, taking only a few items for herself as she watched us.
Domitor was the first of us to try the food, taking a decent bite of a fancy sandwich. His eyes went wide as he sat there chewing.
“So?” I asked expectantly, wanting to see his reaction before I committed to eating any of the food.
Tears began to roll down his face as he took another bite, “this…” he finished the food in his mouth and just stared at the sandwich in his hooves. “This is the most amazing thing I’ve ever eaten…”
This caused Vanilla’s face to contort into a look of shocked surprise, “truly?”
“Truly, yeah,” he replied, taking another bite as he cried a bit.
“Pussy,” I muttered as I raised my mask and lifted up a little wrapped sandwich, “it can’t be that good.”
I took a bite. Then another. Then I just ate the entire thing in one bite.
“How did you do this?!” I asked, turning to face her. “This is the best thing that’s ever been in my mouth!”
She didn’t answer me as she stared at me dumbfounded.
“What?” I asked as I lifted another piece of food and began to eat it.
Floria had started eating hers as well, but she was doing her best to hide her reaction to it from the rest of us.
“You’re…” Vanilla began, lowering her goggles to reveal very confused pink eyes, “a woman?”
I blinked at her a few times, slowly realizing I’d raised my mask to reveal my face and had also lost the voice changing effect. “Eh, yeah.”
She stood there, looking way more shocked than I thought she would be. “That’s a… interesting revelation.”
“Don’t dwell on it,” I replied as I went back to eating, not wanting to answer any kind of questions regarding the subject.
“But why pretend to be a male?” She asked the obvious question.
“Trauma and shit, so drop it,” I grunted back, causing the other two to look awkward as they avoided looking at either of us.
My answer caused her to frown as she gave a nod, “very well then. Consider the topic dropped.”
I gave a grunt in response as I resumed eating my amazingly delicious food.
She picked at her own food as she ate, seeming to be conflicted.
Sighing loudly, I raise my hand and give her a thumbs up, “for real though, thanks for the food.”
A little smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she looked at me, “you are very welcome, Shane.”
Giving a nod I started to eat again, but added after a moment. “My real name is Shayla by the way. Just don’t use it right now, ‘Kay?”
This brought a bright smile to her face as she stood back and gave me a bow, “it is a pleasure to know your real name, Mr. Beltosh.”
“Stop that!” I hissed at her as I looked around at the people milling about. “Don’t draw so much attention towards it!”
“I apologize for that,” she said with a beaming smile as she returned to her place at the table, going back to eating while staring at me.
“And don’t stare at me, it’s weird,” I said as I pulled my hood around a bit, blocking her out of my view.
I saw Domitor and Floria exchange a look, snickering to each other. “What the fuck you two giggling about over there?!”
“Nothing at all,” Domitor replied, still grinning.
“Yep, nothing at all,” Floria said, looking all innocent again.
I glared at them, but didn’t push it as I went back to eating.
As we were about to finish, I heard the sound of a loudspeaker blaring to life.
“Alrighty then! Are you all ready for round one?!” came the excited voice of Flavio, booming throughout the room we were in. “Excellsauce! I will announce the names of the two who will be fighting and all you have to do is enter into the arena!”
Quest accepted: ‘Rank S+: Win Tournament!’
“Looks like we’re finally starting,” I said as I put my mask back on.
“You got this,” Domitor said as he gave me a nod.
“Yeah I know I got this, you fucking retard,” I snapped back, causing him to roll his eyes.
“You are a very rude and brash individual, Shane,” Vanilla commented with a smile on her face.
“You got that right,” I laughed back, standing up and flexing my muscles. “You get to be that way when you’re top dog.”
“At least you know you’re a bitch,” Domitor muttered, causing my head to snap to him.
“You got something to say, sub boy?” I asked, putting my hands on the table and leaning over to him.
“I actually do,” he said as he stood up, squaring up with me.
“Shane Beltosh! You are the lucky numba one to start today's events! Come on out!” came the voice of Flavio.
“Oh you are one lucky fucking bitch, Domitor,” I growled as I shoved the table into him and spun around, walking for the doors that led to the arena.
As I walked towards the doors, Rosemary appeared next to me, smiling brightly.
‘What are you smiling about?’ I thought to her, raising an eyebrow.
“Wanna use this tournament as a way to get stronger?” she asked in an overly excited voice.
‘I guess?’
She jumped with joy at this, “Okay! I’m going to issue you some challenges based on who you’re fighting, and you have to stick to them! This is the way Loric got stronger in the beginning!”
‘Great, looking forward to it…’
ooo000<^>000ooo
“Here we go, folks! Round one of this great tournament is about to begin! We have our first two challengers! First up, the eptobicly amazing FazGo BelTow!” the radio basically screamed from above the three annoyed occupants of the train cabin.
“I’m about to just go walk around the train to get away from this guy's annoying voice,” Scamp said as she pushed herself up, rubbing her face.
“Oh, if you go to the food car, bring back something for me,” Mallogory exclaimed, bring her little gaming device up to her face as it blared to life.
“You got it, love,” Scamp chuckled as she jumped up and stretched her wings out.
“Oh and me too,” Spark asked, still wrapped up in his blankets.
“You have legs, Spark, come with me,” she replied with a smirk.
He frowned at her but sighed as he started to get up.
“And FazGo’s opponent is the man dressed in the most stylist armor I’ve seen today: Shane Beltosh!”
“Whoa wait, a Beltosh?” Scamp said as she came to a stop in the door, looking back at her wife. “You know them?”
“Nope, I do not know of a Shane Beltosh in the family,” she replied, seeming very interested in the radio now. “He must have been born after I left.”
“Oh cool, you two have a family member in this tournament,” Spark chuckled as he sat back down, wanting to listen to the radio as well.
“Now I’m down to listen to this crap,” Scamp said as she walked back into the room and sat down on the bed next to her wife.
“And we begin! The bell rings and the two are approaching each other!”
ooo000<^>000ooo
I stepped out into the arena, smirking as I saw my opponent walking to his position as well. Oh this will be super easy.
As I neared my starting position I saw that he was a simple Halwen male with basic clothing on and a large hammer held in his hands.
He didn’t come off as much of a threat. So this’ll be a cake walk.
“Okay, for this guy you can only use your Ego itself,” Rosemary said proudly. “Meaning, you’re going to have to create your first ability, right here right now.”
“What?!” I exclaimed out loud, eyes going wide.
“I suggest you finally spend all those skill points you’ve been hoarding,” she said as Flavio introduced the two of us above.
Grumbling, I opened my menu and rolled my eyes. I hate doing this. I had thirty seven points, so I can spread them out a bit for once.
Since I have to use my Ego to win this, I might as well focus on that a bit.
It didn’t take me long to spend my points, and once I was done, I hit done, smiling as I felt my body improve ever so slightly.
“Good,” Rosemary said as she looked them over with me. “Now, to create an ability, you’ll just have to have a basic idea of what you want to do, then use your Ego to create it. You don’t have any Excess Ego, so you can’t increase its power beyond how powerful your own Soul is.”
“My Soul is pretty fucking powerful,” I said smugly, stretching my arms a bit.
“Not really, but you still got this!” she laughed, fading away.
A bell rang out, signaling the start of the round.
“How are you doing, sir?” the Halwen named FazGo yelled out as he began to walk towards me.
“You know,” I yelled back as I strolled towards him, “ready to wipe the floor with you so I can get back to my friends.”
“So smack talking?” he chuckled as we neared each other. “Okay, I can do that too.”
He fizzled out of view, completely disappearing. This confused me as I stopped, looking around for him.
But suddenly I felt a massive pressure bearing down on me, causing me to jump back as the ground I’d just been standing on exploded as something slammed into it.
“Fuckers invisible or something,” I muttered out loud, realizing I could see his footsteps in the dirt as he rushed towards me. If I could use my fist or sword, this would be over already. A simple dash in and boom, match over.
Dodging a few more of his invisible attacks, I frowned, realizing I didn’t know the first place to start to create my own ability.
“What kind of attack would you like to do?” Rosemary asked as she strolled next to me as I dodged and weaved around FazGo’s invisible hammer, which I could just barely make out as it flew towards me.
Well there’s only one attack that comes to mind, one that makes me smirk.
“Come on, Rosemary, you gotta ask?” I said aloud, causing FazGo to stop attacking for a moment.
“What was that?” he asked as he became visible.
“Not talking to you, dumbass. Your name Rosemary?” I snapped back, causing him to look at me in absolute confusion.
“You want to do that?” she asked, laughing a bit as she looked away from me.
“Yes, now show me,” I replied as I stared at the confused man before me.
“Okay… I’m going to go back to attacking now…” he said as he shimmered away again, slowly resuming his attacks against me.
“Alright then, so this is simple,” Rosemary said as she followed after me as I went back to dodging. “Just focus your Soul into your hands.”
“How the fuck do I do that?!” I yelled, since that made zero sense to me.
“Okay, I’ll dumb it down,” she laughed, holding her hands out. “Just imagine your energy traveling from your heart to your hands. As in, really imagine it. In time you’ll be able to do this automatically.”
Flavio was narrating everything that was happening in a super fast voice as he seemed to be enjoying himself.
“Still doesn’t make sense!” I yelled, a hammer swing actually clipping a part of my armor.
“Just try it.”
I rolled my eyes and dropped to the ground, using my tail to reach out and grab FazGo’s leg, yanking it towards me. The man yelped as he fell to the ground, becoming visible.
Now that he wasn’t on my ass anymore I jumped back a few times and placed both of my hands together by my side as I leaned down. I tried to imagine my energy flowing through my body and into my hands. And honestly nothing was happening.
“You have to think of it coming from your heart and pumping through your arms. If it helps, think of it as heat moving through you,” Rosemary offered as she stood over FazGo as he slowly got up, seeming a bit dazed from hitting his head on the ground. I literally could beat this guy in one punch! This is so stupid!
Focus, Shayla.
I took a deep breath and began to think of a warm feeling passing from my heart and down both my arms, and slowly, I began to actually feel a bit of heat flowing from my chest and into my arms.
Shit, that’s kinda cool.
Keeping it up I began to feel a lot of heat around my palms as they stayed above each other. A small cyan light began to form as I kept pushing energy into my palms.
“Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me!” I exclaimed with a wide smile.
“Is this your Thorn?” FazGo asked as he began to run towards me, fading away as he neared me.
“Nope!” I laughed as the glow got brighter and brighter. I dashed back as he swung for me, keeping up the process of pushing energy through my body.
The heat between my hands got more and more intense as the flashing cyan light got brighter, seeming to crackle with power.
“Oh man, I don’t envy you at all!” I laughed as I jumped backwards again.
“All you’re doing is running and talking to yourself! Just throw an attack or something!” he yelled, seeming very annoyed with me.
“Sure can do, pal!” I exclaimed as I suddenly dashed forward, catching his invisible self off guard as I threw both hands forward, right into his chest. “Get lost fuckboy!”
He began to say something but a beam of cyan energy flew from my outstretched hands and completely engulfed his body. It wasn’t as powerful as I’d like, but by God it was fucking amazing!
I swear I heard him start to scream just to be cut off by the beam as it increased in power and width.
“By Galby’s massive hamtony! What is this attack?! Folks, I have no words to describe this! It is simply gaptastical! A blue, no cyan colored beam has engulfed the entirety of FazGo! He is GONE!”
Hearing Flavio losing his shit above me caused me to feel super proud of myself as I finally pulled my hands back, ending the attack.
“Good job, Shane!” Rosemary exclaimed proudly. “On your first attempt! Amazing!”
Looking around I found FazGo laying on the ground pretty far from me. I sprinted over, feeling a bit of dread that I may have gone too far. But to my great relief I found the poor idiot still alive and breathing, but definitely out of the fight as he was missing a lot of his body and limbs, his green blood all over himself.
“Ew, shit bro, I’m sorry,” I said with a grimace, feeling a bit sick at the sight of what I’d done to him.
“It’s all good,” he groaned out. “I’ll just… have to regenerate…”
“FazGo can no longer continue! Our first winner is Shane Beltosh!” Flavio roared above me as a fake and unseen crowd went wild with cheers.
I awkwardly waved to the few real people in the stands and began to walk for the exit back to the standby area. As I walked that way I saw the other three in the stands, looking a bit stunned.
This caused me to chuckle as I continued on my way, enjoying the cheers, even if they weren’t from real people.
ooo000<^>000ooo
“FazGo can no longer continue! Our first winner is Shane Beltosh!” the radio blared at an increased volume.
“Huh, this Shane guy is pretty impressive,” Scamp said as she laid half on the bed and half off, her head dangling upside down.
“Didn’t that sound like Ego though? With the cyan beam he described?” Spark asked, looking like he’d really been into the fight as he was standing up in his chair.
“It did,” Mallogory agreed. “If it was an Ego and not a Thorn, then this Shane Beltosh probably did what I did and left Eris, only to return for whatever reason.”
“Ego or Thorn, this guy is okay in my books,” Scamp chuckled, pulling herself up and jumping to the floor. “Now, let’s go get that food, Spark.”
“But what about the other matches?” he asked as the radio began to announce the next fight.
“Meh,” Scamp said as she shrugged her shoulders and walked for the door. “I’m only interested in the Shane fights, since he’s probably family.”
“Same here,” Mallogory said, alreadying back in her video game.
Spark frowned, but then shrugged, realizing he really didn’t care about the fight that was starting on the radio. He jumped down and followed after Scamp as they left the cabin and headed down the aisle of the train car.
ooo000<^>000ooo
“Shane, what was that?!” Floria asked as I entered the standby area where they were already waiting.
“My Ego, duh,” I replied, laughing loudly as they continued to stare at me dumbfounded.
“I thought your Ego was just a video game knock off that let you power up slowly?” Domitor asked, scratching his head in confusion.
“You would think that, wouldn’t you Domifuck, wouldn’t you,” I said with a smirk as I came to a stop before them.
“You mean, that was not in fact a Thorn ability?” Vanilla asked with a surprised look on her face.
“Nope, something completely different,” I chuckled, flexing a bit to show off.
She looked between me and Domitor, a conflicted look on her face. “I’m going to need a bit of an explanation, if you will.”
“Nah, too much for me to want to even try it,” I said, walking past them and heading for the table we had been at earlier. It was going to be a while before the next round, so I wanted to take a little cat nap.
“I’ll tell you,” Domitor said from behind me, being a goody two-shoes as usual. “It’s a bit complicated, but I’ll explain what an Ego is.”
“Thank you, Domitor, at least one of you are kind and understanding,” she said in a tone that pissed me and Floria off, as she let out a growl as she followed after me.
“I hate her,” she said as she walked past me and sat down at the table, laying her head down with a groan.
I just shrugged, as I didn’t exactly hate her, but I didn’t like her either.
Once I was at the table I plopped down and leaned back in the chair, crossing my arms as I got comfortable, wanting to at least get some kind of sleep.
Domitor was already engrossed in explaining everything to Vanilla and answering her stupid questions.
Little asshole out here trying to get on everyone’s good side. Prick.
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Chapter 45
“Another question, if I may,” Vanilla said as she sat across from Domitor, her lips set in a hard line.
“Yes?” Domitor asked, a bit tired after having told her the entire story, as far as he knew of it at least, and had spent the last hour answering all of her questions. Mostly she was curious about things like how Ego worked exactly and how his home life had been. But she hadn’t made many comments about anything he had said, just wanting to know more and more.
And he was willing to answer it all, but the questions seemed never ending.
“If your father will only accept you if you turn over Shane, then what are you going to do when you see him again?” she asked, her eyebrow raised up from behind her goggles.
He frowned at this, as that was far too complicated for him to answer. His eyes drifted over to Shayla, who was laying in her chair snoring so loudly that everyone had moved away from her. “I don’t know yet. I’ve thought about just sticking with her till we found him, then hand Shane over. But now, I don’t know. Things are complicated now.”
“Complicated how?” she questioned, leaning forward.
“I…” a guilty look feel over his face, “I almost let something horrible happen to her, and now I feel like shit every time I think about handing her over to my father. So I guess I’m just winging it right now.”
“Him,” Vanilla suddenly corrected, catching him off guard. “Shane wants to be referred to as a male, so we must stick to that even when not near him.”
Domitor couldn’t help but chuckle at this, as Vanilla was a really strange, but nice young woman. “Right, sorry. I’ve just known him my whole life, so it just slips sometimes.”
She gives a sharp nod as she straightens up. “Next question; does he have a mate?”
At this Domitor began to laugh very loudly, followed by Floria who had been laying on the floor the entire time, mostly ignoring them.
“Why? You interested, Skankhurst?” Floria asked as she roughly climbed up to her feet, using their table as support.
“It is a simple question,” she asked with a huff, turning her head from them.
“Oh shit, the preppy rich girl has a crush on our vulgar and stupid friend over there,” Floria laughed, falling backwards and flailing around on the ground, unable to stop laughing.
“I do not, I asked a simple question!” the Halwen snapped, her face a bit green. “It is you two who are suddenly acting like children!”
“She’s flustered now!” Floria roared as she began to roll around the table, giggling and laughing so hard she couldn’t breath.
“I’m sorry,” Domitor apologized, still snickering a bit. “Really, I’m so sorry. I just did not expect that.”
Vanilla just frowned at him as she crossed her arms, “this was a very rude and unpleasant interaction. I hope you are aware.”
“I’m really sorry,” he replied, trying to become serious again. “To answer the question, no, he does not.”
“Thank you,” she replied in a stern tone. “You have now spoiled this great talk we were having. I hope you are happy.”
“Not our fault you’re bad at hiding your feelings, or owning up to them!” Floria mocked as she finally stopped rolling around, just sitting there on the floor and staring at them with a wide smirk.
“What are we laughing at you assfucks?” Shayla suddenly asked as she appeared next to their table, still looking half asleep as she raised her mask to scratch at her face.
“Oh do I have something to tell you!” Floria exclaimed as she crawled over to the other woman and grabbed her leg. “Guess what?!”
Domitor looked between Vanilla and Floria, the former looking upset while the latter looked to be very proud of herself.
“What?” Shalya asked as she put her mask back down, staring down at Floria’s grinning face.
“She’s wanting to tell you about what I did,” Domitor suddenly said, getting everyone's attention. “I… pissed myself.”
“What?!” both Floria and Shayla asked at once, looking a mix of dumbfounded and confused. Vanilla looked just as shocked, but also a bit relieved.
He smiled awkwardly as he shrugged, “yeah… I pissed myself earlier while you were sleeping. Really embarrassing stuff.”
“Damn it, you really are a fucking baby sometimes,” Shayla muttered, shoving Floria off of her leg and walking for the other side of the room. “If you need me I’m going to be walking around to stretch. See ya, pisspants.”
Once she was gone, the other two looked back at him. Floria looked the most confused out of the two, “what was that?”
Sighing, he shook his head, “I couldn’t let you do that to Vanilla. It would have been too mean and cruel, even for you.”
“What?” she asked with a frown, “nah nah, I was helping her! Right, Cakehurst?”
“I don’t see how it would be helping me,” Vanilla said with a large frown. “All you would have been doing was spreading misinformation and causing confusion among the group.”
Floria threw both hands at Vanilla while staring wide eyed at Domitor, “see?! She’s in denial! We gotta-”
“Floria, no,” Domitor said sternly, causing her to cross her arms. “We will laugh at her, and with her, but we will not hurt her. Okay?”
“Okay, mom,” she muttered, huffing as she looked away from them.
“Thank you, Domitor,” Vanilla said as she gave a little bow. “You are a really good person. But did you have to make up such a… outlandish and disgusting excuse?”
“It was the first thing that came to mind,” he said with a sheepish grin. “It worked though, right?”
ooo000<^>000ooo
“And that’s the final match of round one! And what a kelptactical round it was! We will take a short break while we prepare for round two!” Flavio’s voice boomed over the speakers as I leaned against the wall, trying to stay awake.
That nap only made me tired, it didn’t help me at all!
“You ready?” Domitor asked as he stepped over to me, leaning up against the same wall as me. “You’ll be first up again.”
“Of course I’m ready, pee pee boy,” I replied with a snicker. I still can’t believe this dumbass pissed himself. He’s the same age as me! What a loser.
“Eheh, yeah,” he said as he looked around the room. “I checked into your opponent for you. Their Thorn lets them create a ring around themselves that allows them to perceive everything within it. It seems to just be about three meters in all directions, but from what I’ve heard, he killed his opponent in his match in one strike.”
I rolled my eyes at him, “thanks, Domiturd. I’ll keep that all in mind.”
“I’m serious,” he said, giving me a hard glare. “This guy isn’t playing around. He will go for the kill the moment you step into range. You need to be careful and-”
“Don’t tell me how to fight, faggot,” I growled, reaching over and shoving him hard to the side.
“Damn it, Shayla!” he snapped, squaring up with me. “I’m trying to help you!”
“It’s Shane!” I yelled back, reaching out and grabbing his throat as I pulled him towards myself. “Do you wanna just say fuck it and fight right here?! Because I could use a warm up round!”
“I’m seriously trying to save your life, asshole!” he spat back, using his hoof to break my grip on his neck. “You need to buck up and stop acting like we’re still children!”
“When you stop acting like one, then I will, Mr. can’t control his bladder!” I spat on the ground between us and took a step back, deciding to not exert any energy fighting his dumbass.
He let out a frustrated groan as he punched the wall a few times, “I don’t even know why I try!”
“Then fucking stop, I don’t need ya trying to make up for Lenrick all the fucking time!” I screamed, my mask’s voice crackling a bit.
He punched the wall a few more times then came down on all fours, huffing and puffing as he tried to calm himself.
“Shane, you are your own worst enemy, you know that?” Rosemary said in my head, but I ignored her.
“There’s nothing I can do to make up for what happened,” he said in a shaky voice. “And I’m not trying to make up for it. I’m just being… me.”
I glared at him, trying to read him, but he just looked tired. “Well you being you is what pisses me off the most.”
“I know,” he sighed, shaking his head. “We’re never going to be able to be friends, are we?”
This brought a frown to my face, along with a few conflicted feelings again. “Probably not.”
“Yeah, probably not,” he muttered, looking over to Floria and Vanilla, who were watching us from a distance. “I do actually have a question.”
“What is it?”
He looked at me, a conflicted look on his face. “Why do we even hate each other? Outside of the feud with our parents and all that.”
“Because you’re a fucking little asshole,” I replied instantly, then sighed as I deflated a bit. “I don’t know to be honest. All I know is when I look at you, I get angry and want to beat your face in.”
“Yeah, same here,” he admitted, actually chuckling a bit. “Just seeing you makes me want to just keep hitting you till you shut the fuck up.”
This caused me to start laughing, shaking my head, “fucker, you can only dream of beating my ass.”
“I did beat you the last time we fought,” he said, looking a bit too smug.
“Because you cheated, you little prick!” I snapped, suddenly no longer wanting to play nice with him.
“Hang on, I did not cheat, I beat you fair and-”
I cut him off by punching him straight in the face and sending him to the floor. I stepped up to him, standing above him as I began to breathe heavily, “you did not beat me fair and square! I’d never lose to you in a real fight!”
“Oh yeah?!” he snarled up at me as he climbed to his hooves and squared up with me. “Want to test that?!”
But before we could go at it for real, a massive wall of stone appeared between us.
“Stop fighting you two, it is completely unnecessary,” Vanilla declared as she and Floria walked over to us.
“For once I agree with the Cakehurst, you two need to cool it before you get us kicked out!” Floria snapped, eyes ablaze with fury as she'd seemed to have had enough of us fighting.
I could hear Domitor grunt on the other side of the wall, “she started it.”
“And I have ended it,” Vanilla said firmly as she looked between the two of us. “Honestly, I have not know you three that long and I am starting to wonder how you are all friends.”
“Who said we’re friends?” I asked, crossing my arms as I glared at them.
“Shane Beltosh and Yorkstyle, make your way to the arena please!” Flavio suddenly called out over the loudspeakers, his smooth voice seeming to calm the tense between all of us.
“We’ll finish this when I get back,” I growled as I walked for the exit to the arena.
“Yes, we shall,” Vanilla confirmed as I walked away.
Rosemary appeared next to me as we walked, shaking her head, “do I even have to say anything?”
“Nope, not a word.”
“But you two were making progress,” she pressed, causing me to slice my tail through the air where she would be if she were solid.
“What’s my challenge for this round?” I asked, wanting to change subjects.
“I want you to study his ability and try to recreate it,” she answered, fading away with a frown on her face.
“Easy fucking peasy.”
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My Kejtdra opponent, simply named Yorkstyle, stood before me, just staring at me with a blank look on his face. The match had started a minute ago, and neither of us had moved.
I had wanted to let him use his Thorn so I could figure it out, but he hasn’t done a single thing yet.
“So… we fight or just stare at each other?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“Fighting, once you decide to attack me,” he replied in a tone that implied he could wait all day.
“Oh I fucking hate people who only counter attack,” I exclaimed, groaning as I drew my wooden sword. I fought guys like this in tournaments back in Equestria. They’re always the most boring as well, just reacting to whatever you do.
So fucking dull. This ability better be worth the trouble, otherwise I’d just kamehameha his ass back to the stone age.
Screw it.
I began to walk straight towards him, keeping my eyes on his body and movements. As I neared him, a ring suddenly formed around himself, exactly like Domitor said. Huh, guess the little bitch wasn’t lying to me.
“So what? I step on this little glowing ring and you just attack me?” I asked, hoping he’d just tell me what I want to know.
“Precisely,” he said, actually answering me, “the moment you step foot in my Perception Field, I will attack you with such force you won’t be able to retaliate.”
“So, how’s this thing work?” I asked, just a few inches away from his field.
“Anything that crosses that line there is donezo. I just have to choose how to attack and I will,” he said smugly, seeming proud of himself. “I’ve spent years developing this Thorn to get it to where it is now. So go ahead, cross that line.”
“Okay,” I said as I stepped over the line, watching as he almost instantly zoomed right at me, his sword going for a piercing stab right for my face.
However I had my own little abilities as everything seemed to slow down as I brought up my sword and deflected his blade, followed by me slamming my head into his.
He let out a wail of pain as he fell onto his ass, staring up at me with a shocked expression. However, instead of finishing him off I just jumped back a few yards. Stupid challenges, I really could have finished that right there.
“Okay, I’ll admit, I did not expect you to be able to move so fast,” he said as he stood up and resumed his casual stance, his ring expanding around his body again. “Try it again though.”
“One minute,” I said as I planted my feet and began to try and concentrate my own Soul to mimic his ability.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he watched me in confusion.
“Shhh, shut it,” I growled, trying to think about how to do this.
It took me a few moments, but eventually I came up with an idea. I even added my own little twist to it.
“Sweet, watch this shit,” I laughed as my own cyan colored ring formed around my body. It wasn’t as large as his, being just a single yard in all directions around me. But it was enough, with the little surprise I baked into it.
“Are you copying me?!” he snapped, dropping his own field.
“Yep!” I laughed, “But this one is better than yours, by like a lot!”
“It’s way too small to be useful,” he grumbled, shaking his head.
“It’s not the size that matters, it's how you use it,” I said with a little wink, taking a hold of my sword as I stared at him.
If this fucking works… oh I’ll fucking cream in my pants!
“Gross, Shane,” Rosemary muttered in my head.
Yorkstyle growled as he reached into his Vacuole and pulled out a gun. Perfect! I was going to ask him to throw something at me, but this’ll work even better!
“Unfortunately for you, this ability has a major weakness, ranged weapons!” he laughed as he raised his gun and fired a pink blob of energy at me.
I didn’t move as it flew towards me at a moderately fast pace.
“Move you fucking idiot!” I heard Domitor yell in the distance, but I of course ignored his stupid advice.
My eyes followed the speeding bullet, watching as it neared me and my little ring of Ego. Then it happened; the bullet crossed over the ring and everything slowed to almost a stand still as I saw its projected path. I simply moved out of its way as time seemed to resume, the bullet flying right past my head harmlessly.
His eyes went wide, because to him I just suddenly zipped to the side almost instantly.
“Pretty rad, huh?” I asked, smirking at him. “If I can learn to teleport or some shit, then this ability could become super fucking broken!”
As far as I know, it wasn’t actually slowing down time, just increasing my senses so high that I felt like time was slowing down. It also had the added benefit of increasing my speed and reflexes, which is how I’m able to move so quickly while under its effects. Fuck me, Soul Manipulation is so cool!
He didn’t seem to know how to react as I squared up with him.
“Alright, challenge completed. Let’s end this, Yorkie,” I said with a little chuckle as I began to stroll towards him.
Yorkstyle recovered as he took up a serious fighting stance, his sword at the ready. The ring appeared around him again as he scowled at me.
Just as before I stepped over his line, causing him to explode towards me. However this time I activated my own little Ego Field, right on top of his. He didn’t seem to notice it as his sword tip passed right over it.
Everything came to a stop as I sprang forward, ripping his sword from his almost frozen form as I began to beat the ever living shit out of him with my wooden sword. Time resumed as I continued my beat down of the poor Kejtdra.
He yelped and coughed as he tried to defend himself, but that was almost impossible as I kept hitting his hands every time he tried to bring something out of his Vacuole.
Finally I caught him right in the forehead, sending his body crumbling to the floor.
“Yorkstyle is down for the count!” Flavio bellowed, the fake crowd going insane. “Folks of Eris, that was amazing! Shane Beltosh not only mimic’d his opponents abilities! He improved them! What disrespect! He is truly a goshtarpit! Go on back to the standby area and take a break, you’ve earned it!”
I threw a few finger guns up at him, causing him to throw them right back at me, laughing loudly.
“Shane, you’re a natural!” Rosemary exclaimed as I walked back towards the door to the standby area, seeing the others above it waving excitedly to me.
“I know,” I said with a proud smirk. “I get it from my mom’s.”
“I’m just upset you haven’t been doing this from the start!” she laughed, causing me to shrug.
“Didn’t need it, I’m good enough on my own,” I replied as I stepped through the doors.
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“At this point, I don’t have words for what I just saw,” Domitor said, still looking a bit salty about our earlier contact.
“So this ‘Ego’ of yours, what does it do exactly? Because I’ve seen two very different ways you’ve used it,” Vanilla asked, seeming very interested in me as she stepped up, putting her face only a foot away from mine.
“It’s… hard to explain,” I muttered, taking a step to the side to avoid her. “I’m also not smart enough to actually understand it.”
“She’s not lying about that,” Domitor added with a chuckle, almost setting me off again. But I decided to ignore him, this time.
“Honestly,” Floria said as she smiled up at me, “you’re just getting cooler and cooler the more I see of you. Too bad you’re spoken for.”
“The fuck that supposed to mean?!” I snapped, not liking how she said that. I must be missing a joke or something.
“Oh you know,” she laughed, spinning around and walking away. “Stuffs.”
“She’s just trying to mess with you,” Domitor said, looking between me and Vanilla. “I’d just ignore her, otherwise she wins.”
“She ain’t winning this one,” I said confidently as I flipped the short Kejtdra woman off as she walked away. “Now,” I said, turning to Vanilla. “I could do with some more food.”
“But… you just ate a few hours ago,” she said as she cocked her head.
“Shayla is like her parents,” Domitor chuckled, rolling his eyes. “A bottomless pit for food to disappear in.”
“Damn right, bitch,” I said as I pounded on my chest a bit. “So food?”
“I’ll see what I can prepare for you,” she said with a smile as she turned around and walked towards our table.
My eyes drifted over to Domitor as we stared each other down.
“You gonna play nice? Or are we going to actually fight?” I asked, cracking my knuckles.
“Neither, I’m going up top to see the next match so I can better prepare you for your next fight,” he said as he walked past me, heading for the door that led to the stands. “By the way,” he said as he stopped in the door, “that was really cool. What you did out there I mean.”
“Yeah, I know it was pretty cool,” I grumbled back, crossing my arms. “I don’t need you telling me that.”
He just grunted in response and walked through the door.
“Ass fucker,” I mumbled, turning to see Vanilla preparing some ingredients. Oh shit… is that meat I see?! Fuck yes!
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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I decided to split this chapter in half due to the fact it flows better this way.
Chapter 46
“How long has this fight been going on for?” Spark asked as he woke up from his nap, disappointed to find out the same two guys were still fighting.
“Four hours and forty minutes,” Mallogory answered, her eyes glued to her handheld video game.
“And you’ve missed nothing,” Scamp added, looking to be suffering as she sat there, with nothing to do but listen to the radio. She’d run out of books to read long ago, so she was doomed to listen to the most boring fight ever. “They just keep chasing each other, and barely even fight. Right when you think they’ll stop, one of them lands an attack and they go at it for a few minutes, then right back to chasing.”
“Folks, I’m terribly sorry for this match. Beezle and Yomilake are equally matched in all ways, and can not find a way to gain the upper hand on the other. We might be here a long time,” the radio announcer said, sounding very deflated and bored, as he’d run out of things to say to try and make this fight even somewhat entertaining.
Scamp groaned as she grabbed one of her books and attempted to reread it again, “I’m amazed they’re letting it go on this long.”
The other two nodded in agreement as the radio continued to give bland commentary on the fight.
“I wonder how our guy Shane will be fighting in the next match,” Spark said, trying to get them talking again.
“Well, his opponent seems a bit powerful, so unless he’s got a trick up his sleeves, I don’t actually think he’ll win,” Mallogory stated, shrugging as she focused on her game.
“Well if he’s a Beltosh, then I think he’s got this,” Spark commented, getting a nod from Scamp.
“He’s demonstrated some amazing skills so far. He’s beat his last two opponents with two completely different attacks. I believe in him, for now.”
“Beltosh’s, outside of myself and older brother, are not really fighters. We’re a gunsmithing family who specializes in custom weaponry. To actually be a fighter of this caliber means he’s an outlier, like me,” Mallogory said, giving them a wink. “But again, I don’t think he’ll beat his next opponent.”
“Wanna make a bet?” Scamp asked with a smirk.
“You’re on,” she replied, grinning at her wife.
“I bet Shane wins, and if he does, you gotta give me your little gaming device till this trip is over.”
Mallogory rolled her eyes and held out her hand, “deal. But when he loses, you gotta let me put you in a dress. A really girly dress.”
Scamp narrowed her eyes, “you fiend…”
“Love you,” Mallogory laughed, blowing a kiss at her.
“Deal then,” Scamp said firmly, shaking hands with her wife.
“Enough,” a new voice suddenly sounded over the radio, clearly not near the mic but loud enough that it came through clearly. “This little dance has gone on far two long. We are bored now.”
“Now now, Galben, let’s not-”
A loud pop was heard over the radio, followed by a distant explosion.
“It is done. We declare Beezle the winner,” the other voice declared.
“Well that’s it folks, the battle between Beezle and Yomilake has been decided by the great Galben. We will now take a small break as we wait for round three to begin!” a moment passed as it sounded like the mic was lowered from Flavio’s face, but he was still broadcasting, “Galby! Did you have to blow the poor guy to pieces?!”
“It had to be done. They displeased us.”
“Galby, nooooo!”
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“Finally,” I groaned as I watched Galben vaporize one of the opponents that had been fighting for the last five or so fucking hours.
I laid my head back on the bench behind me, deciding to stay here and wait for the next round. The others were sleeping around me, having given up long ago while watching this match. I was getting close myself, but for whatever reason my body and mind were saying screw you when it came to sleeping.
Oh well, probably better if I stay awake anyways. I still have three more matches to fight in, no need to be even more tired while doing them.
At the sound of Flavio complaining to Galben, Domitor stirred and sat up, looking completely bedraggled thanks to the way he’d been sleeping. “Is it over?”
“Yep, Galben blew one of them up, was pretty fucking rad,” I laughed, watching as a person wearing a shirt with Galben’s face on it run out and start cleaning up the arena of all the gore. “Should have been awake.”
He grunted as he stood up and walked over to me, plopping down next to me. “Are you ready to hear about your next opponent?”
“I guess,” I sighed, shaking my head.
“Her Thorn is actually a bit concerning,” he said, frowning as he pulled out his notebook where he’d written some notes. “It’s actually a bit complicated, and I’m not even sure I really understand it.”
“Probably not,” I pointed out, putting my hands behind my head as I smirked at him.
“Yeah, well,” he said as he rolled his eyes. “She’s able to launch imaginary attacks, like false movements and stuff like that. And as far as I could see you can’t really see which one will be the real attack.”
“Of course you can’t see it,” I mocked, punching him rather hard in the shoulder, “but me? Yeah, I’ll be able to see right through it.”
“She’s killed everyone she’s fought in one attack pattern,” he warned, causing me to snort laugh.
“You said the same shit about the last guy, and you saw how I handled him.”
But he didn’t smile as he stared at me, “look, I know you’re an amazing fighter, but please take this one seriously. Please. She’s already made a comment backstage about how she’ll end each of her fights in one move.”
“And she can try, but do you think she can kill me?” I asked, slamming a fist into my chest.
“Please,” he pressed, annoying the shit out of me.
“Fine, yeah, I’ll take this one seriously, okay?” I groaned loudly, waking up the other two with my volume.
“Thank you,” he said with a head nod. “Now if you want my two bits on how to fight her-”
“Nope, I do not want your opinion. I got this,” I said confidently, leaning back and kicking my feet as I waited for my name to be called.
Vanilla stepped up before me, hands behind her back.
“Shane,” she began as she stared sternly down at me. “I suggest you heed Domitor’s advice. Your opponent is actually a sub-contractor for the Cakehurst family. She has never failed a contract and is a ruthless killer.”
“Oh a Cakehurst's lackey?” Floria asked as she glared at the Halwen. “Let me guess; she’s with you?”
“In a way, yes,” Vanilla admitted, getting a glare from me as well. “I admit, my family sent me with her to this tournament to gain the favor for us. But I am not affiliated with her at this moment. I am merely the family representative for this event, I have no real role outside of being present.”
“So you have a horse in this race?” Domitor asked, looking a bit upset and betrayed. “Are you just with us to have two chances?”
“Absolutely not,” she stated firmly. “I am among you three for my own reasons.”
“What reasons are those?!” I snapped, scowling at her angrily.
She just looked right into my masked eyes, “personal reasons. And we will leave it at that.”
Floria blinked a few times, then began to laugh, “are you serious?! You’re hanging around us for that sweet sweet Kejtdra puss puss?”
This caused Vanilla’s face to go bright green as she spun around and stared off into the ring. “I’ll have you know, no, that is not the reason. I find myself very fond of you three and want to see how your little group dynamic works out in the long term.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head, “What? You wanting in my pants or something?”
Vanilla let out a yelp as she jumped forward a bit, looking back with a face of horror, “N-no! Of course not! My family has made me be here and I am looking to do anything to avoid doing what they wish for me!”
“Sure,” I laughed, flexing a bit, “I don’t blame ya though, I do be a sexy beast. But I'm not interested, cupcake.”
“Ooo, Shane, do that thing you did to me!” Floria laughed, clapping her hands as she watched me.
“Oh?” I said, looking around seeing that no one else was in the arena around us except Flavio and Galben, who were talking amongst themselves. Plus the single person cleaning the arena. “You mean this?” I flashed away only my chest armor, leaving everything else on as I struck a pose and flexed as hard as I could, my muscles exploding around my arms and chest.
“Oh my…” Vanilla said as she covered her mouth, then fell backwards, unconscious.
“Fuck yes!” Floria yelled as she rushed over and stood over the passed out Halwen, “I knew that’d do it!” she leaned down and began to poke her in the face, “should we draw on her face or something?”
“Leave her alone, Floria,” Domitor said, shaking his head at me as I re-equiped my armor.
“Give me a pen, Dommy!” she yelled, holding out her hand to him.
“Floria, no,” he said firmly, causing her to pout at him. “No.”
“You’re no fun,” she complained as she stood up and left the unconscious Halwen alone.
Domitor facehoofed, “did you have to do that though?”
“It was funny,” I countered, giving him a thumbs up.
“It’s called bullying,” he threw back. “You just found out she has feelings for you and the first thing you do is torture her?”
“What can I say?” I chuckled, flexing again through my armor. “When you got it, you just gotta show it off. And boy do I got IT!”
“Fucking hell,” he groaned, rubbing his face in annoyance. “Just one big child.”
“Says the pants wetter,” I laugh, flipping him off. “Yeah, you’ve lost all credibility with me after that little revelation.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” he sighed, not even trying to defend himself.
With this I looked out at the arena, seeing they were almost done cleaning.
Domitor just sat back and pulled out his notebook again, seeming to be drawing something.
“Hey,” I said, smirking at him. “You drawing or something?”
He frowned at me and did not answer, just kept drawing.
I knew he was an artist, with his stupid cutie mark and all that, but I’d never seen his shitty art before. Guess it’s time to change that.
“Give me that,” I said as I snatched the book from him.
“Shane!” he snapped, standing up and squaring up with me. “Give it back. Now.”
“Hang on, sissy boy,” I said as I opened it, “I just wanna see your stupid art.”
“Then ask!” he growled, causing me to roll my eyes as I flipped through the pages.
I had to admit, some of this was actually really good. Like, professional levels! But I’d never admit that shit to him.
“Pretty lame, what’s this supposed to be?” I asked, flipping it around to show a picture of what I assume to be him in a costume.
“It’s nothing, are you done being a dick?” he said, holding his hoof out to me.
“Keep your panties on,” I chuckled, going back to flipping through the pages. A few images caught my attention, as they were super fucking badass drawings of armor and weapons.
“Domitard,” I said, tossing the book back to him. “You’re alright at that art shit.”
“Thanks,” he grumbled, eye switching as he glared at me.
“Draw me.”
“What?”
I crossed my arms, smirking at him, “yeah, draw me. Right now. Full detail and all badass. If you can even catch my awesomeness that is.”
“You want me to draw you?” he asked dumbfounded. “Why? So you can make fun of me some more?”
“I won’t make fun of you if you make me look cool,” I countered, tilting my head back and giving him a toothy grin behind my mask.
Behind me I heard Vanilla let out a groan as she started to wake up. “My… what happened? Are we all okay?”
“Yeah, we’re all good,” I laughed, spinning to face her as I flashed my armor away again, striking an even harder pose, “but this is what happened!”
Her eyes went wide as she laid there staring up at me as I switched poses, making my muscles ripple.
She jerked a bit as she foamed at the mouth, slumping back onto the ground, KO’ed yet again.
I just started laughing loudly as I put my armor back on, turning to see a disappointed Domitor.
“Really?”
“Yes, really, now get to drawing, pony boy!” I exclaimed happily, really proud of myself.
“Shane, I love the hell outta you for that!” Floria yelled as she sat there, a wide grin on her face.
“Thank you, my gracious audience,” I said as I gave her a bow.
Domitor groaned as he sat back, propping up his notebook. “I’ll draw you, but you gotta promise to stop bullying Vanilla. Okay?”
“Let’s say I’ll try,” I offered as I reached over and flicked one of his braids, causing him to roll his eyes as he began to draw.
I stepped away from him and over to Floria, who was looking very pleased with the situation.
“Should we screw with her in other ways?” she asked, rubbing her hands together.
“Nah, I’m done, I just wanted to fuck with her a bit,” I said, sitting down next to her.
“Boo,” she whined, shaking her head. “We could make a powerful duo, fucking with that Cakehurst till she pops. Come on!”
“I’m good,” I chuckled, scratching my neck as I watched the man in the arena start packing up his cleaning gear. My eyes then drifted to Domitor, “still trying to get into Dom’s pants?”
“Eh, I’m trying in the most respectful way I can,” she replied, sitting back as she stared at him as well. “I’ve tried overly energetic girl, bored and detached girl, and even fun and supportive girl. But he’s just not interested.”
“He’s a dork,” I pointed out, “I don’t see what you see in him.”
“He’s a good guy, funny, and caring,” she said, rubbing her chin in thought. “Plus, he’s always there when you need him. And he’s not afraid to take the blame to save your ass from embarrassment.”
“Still, he’s annoying and stupid, those two traits outweigh all else in my book,” I countered, looking away from him and to the passed out Halwen.
“What about you? Thoughts on our preppy rich girl?” she asked, gesturing to Vanilla.
“Eh, don’t really care. I’m not interested in all that romance crap.”
“Okay, but what are your thoughts on her?”
“I don’t have thoughts on her, I barely know her. I’ll fuck with her and make fun of her, but that’s about as far as I want to go with her. She’s weird and foreign as fuck.”
Floria snickered, slugging my arm, “come on! You gotta wanna fuck or something, right?”
“Nope,” I deadpanned, frowning behind my mask. “Honestly, I’ve thought about it, and I think I'm going to become asexual. Physical contact outside of combat bugs me, and I hate the idea of showing emotions like that. So I’m good as I am.”
“You’ll change your mind,” she said, getting a glare from me. “You have a LOT of sexual tension, and that’s clear. I just can’t tell where it’s coming from. Pretending it’s not there is just pissing you off.”
“She’s right,” Rosemary interjected from my mind.
“Okay, that’s enough, I’m done speaking about this shit,” I announced as I stood up and walked away, heading for the door that led to the standby area.
“Think about what I said!” Floria called after me as I entered the doorway.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 47
“After a long long pause, we are back with the start of round three!” Flavio bellowed into the mic as I walked out into the arena, our names having already been called.
“And what an exciting opener for round three! We have Shane Beltosh, a very exciting and fun contestant who is the only one to not kill his opponents! How respectful and noble of him!”
I just shrugged as I approached the woman who would be my opponent, taking my spot across from her.
‘Challenge for this round?’
“No challenge, just survive,” Rosemary said, actually looking a bit worried. “I do not like the look of this one.”
“His opponent however is a favorite of the great Galben himself. Vicky Optus! The Halwen with a Thorn so crazy, it makes me even sweat! And I’m invulnerable to physical damage! Wowza! She’s slain every person she’s fought today, will Shane follow suit? Or will we see a turn around?!”
“Hey, Flashy Man,” Vicky said as she stared at me, a needle like rapier in her hand.
“Flashy Man?” I laughed, liking the nickname. “Is that because of my sexy armor?”
“No, it’s because you are a show off,” she deadpanned, causing me to just flex on her.
“Damn right I’m a show off, kinda happens when you’re this fucking hot,” I threw back, enjoying my self. The fact my identity was hidden really helped me be my normal confident self.
“It’s a shame you’re about to die,” she commented as she flashed her rapier around in front of herself, eyes locked on me, “otherwise I’d enjoy talking strategy with you. You are clearly a very knowledgeable and smart individual, based on your last two matches.”
“HA!” came Domitor’s distant laugh, causing me to raise my hand in his direction and flip him off.
The bell rang as she began to walk towards me casually.
Okay, so imaginary attacks, what exactly does that mean? Will she throw a lot of faints? If so I’ll just watch her body movement and wait for the real attack.
“Let’s end this quickly,” she said in a casual tone. “I respect you enough to not draw this out.”
“Well thank you for that,” I said back, grabbing the hilt of my sword.
Then it happened, she suddenly dashed forward, her rapier going for an atack on my face. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I drew my sword and went to block her attack, but my sword passed right through her blade as the attack soared right for my face. But it just passed right through me, as if it wasn’t actually there.
The image of Vicky faded away as I suddenly felt something jab right through my chest.
“Shayla!” Rosemary exclaimed in panic.
“Fuck! SHAYLA!” I heard Domitor yell, but to be honest, my focus was a bit more on the thin blade suddenly piercing through my chest armor and out my back. My sword fell from my hand as I stood there in shock.
“Sorry for this,” Vicky said as she placed a hand on my chest and pulled her sword free. “A pierced heart means death, I’m afraid.”
I stumbled back, feeling a cold feeling wash over me as I heard my friends still calling out to me, but my eyes snapped up to hers, narrowing.
“Bitch, you think that little needle dicked sword is enough?” I spat out, blood pouring out of my mouth.
This seemed to shock her as she stared at me, a small grin sliding onto her face.
“She missed by a literal hair,” Rosemary said as she examined the damage. “I think we can chalk this one up to your body being slightly different from a normal Kejtdra’s body. Otherwise she’d have pierced the center of your heart.”
“So wanna try that shit again? Because I figured you out now,” I bluffed, still not sure how to actually counter her without using my new ability. Which I was going to have to abuse the hell out of to win this one.
“Careful, that new Perception Field ability you created is dangerous, it’ll burn your body out if you use it too many times at once,” Rosemary warned.
Great. Just my luck.
“So you’ve figured me out?” she asked, smirking at me. She then took off running, leaving me behind.
“What the fuck are yo-” I began, but the feeling of a blade stabbing through me again interrupted me. She slowly faded into view right in front of me, her rapier stabbed right through my stomach area.
“Yes, you’ve for sure seen right through my Thorn,” she mocked, ripping her rapier free and taking a step back as I fell to my knees.
“Fuck me,” I growled, punching the ground as I reached over and grabbed my sword.
“Her Thorn is creating false images inside your head, Shane,” Rosemary said as I stood up and faced the Halwen woman.
“How do I counter this?!” I yelled out loud, causing her to laugh at me.
“I’m not telling you. Maybe I gave you too much credit in the beginning,” Vicky said, raising her sword and seeming to think of how to finish this.
I’ve got seconds to figure this out.
Then I punched myself, causing a bit of yellowish gold blood to spurt out of the new holes in my body. I knew what to do.
I lowered myself as I put my sword back in its sheath, taking it by the handle and preparing to strike when I was ready. A little ring appeared around me as I stared her down.
If her imaginary attacks triggered my ability, then I was really screwed.
Taking this as her que to attack, Vicky launched herself forward, her rapier coming in from the left. As it passed over my Ego ring, I felt nothing, meaning that had to be a fake attack! And I was right as it passed right through me.
And at that same instant I felt something coming for me, followed by me seeing a predictable path of something unseen coming for my face.
My sword flew from its sheath as I swung it upward and made contact with her rapier as it seemed to materialize right before my face. The force of my blow sent her attack high as it flew over my head harmlessly.
Her eyes went wide as I reached out and grabbed her by the throat.
“Gotcha ya!” I yelled as I began to squeeze, hoping I’d be able to end this here. Her sword began to move, but I dropped my sword and grabbed that hand, holding it firm as she used her free hand to try and break my grip on her neck.
But it was clear I was far above her strength level as I held firm like a solid statue, her desperate pries doing nothing but wasting energy.
Her free hand shot out as a hammer appeared in it, and she swung it for my face, but I just rolled my shoulder to block it. Only for it to pass right through me harmlessly.
Shayla you idiot.
Something hard slammed into the side of my face, causing me to drop her as I stumbled to the side, my mask no longer on my face as it’d been thrown clear with the hit. Thankfully it seems it took the majority of that blow, but now I was exposed, as the hood had fallen away as well.
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“This is not looking good for Vicky! Shane has her in a death grip! Is this over already?!” Flavio exclaimed excitedly over the radio.
“See? Shane came out on top,” Spark said, but saw that the other two still looked to be intensely listening to the radio.
“It’s not over till it's over,” Scamp replied calmly, her focused gaze on the wall ahead as she listened carefully to the radio.
“Vicky attempts to fight back, but Shane takes control of her sword hand! Spaztabiclale! The Halwen has brought out a hammer! Shane goes to dodge… and is unsuccessful as Vicky’s Thorn tricks the stronger man!”
“There it is,” Mallogory said, chuckling a bit as she winked at her wife.
“Damn it, Shane, one job,” Scamp grumbled, feeling that this was probably over. Vicky just had to land a hit here and it’d be game.
“What’s this?!” the radio suddenly blared. “It appears that Shane is not a man at all! But a woman! Unexpected turn of events! What a strange sight, folks! This Kejtdra is not like any Kejtra I’ve ever seen before! If only you could see what I mean! He’s the definition of mean looking though! Face of fury and covered in piercings!”
The three of them sat in silence, a strange feeling falling over them.
“Shane is back up and engaging with Vicky, but it seems the hit to head has left him a bit weak in the knees! She goes for the jab! Oh hubbltoco! Shane takes a hit directly to the chest yet again! And another, and another! He’s getting filled with more holes than a strainer basket! But he’s staying up! What a guy!”
“Something feels off about this,” Scamp muttered, not liking the feeling in her gut right at that moment.
“He’s backing up, going on the defensive! Vicky has shredded his armor, leaving him topless! The muscles on this guy could crush a mountain, folks! Wait a moment! Are those wings on his back?!”
“Shayla!” Scamp suddenly yelped, putting everything together at once.
“No, that can’t be!” Spark said, not wanting to believe it, since it seemed Shane was on the losing side of this battle.
Mallogory didn’t speak as she sat there, eyes wide as she continued to listen.
“Vicky continues her relentless pursuit of Shane as he keeps her at bay, seeming to be trying to gather his energy for another of those amazing beam attacks! But she won’t allow him a moment's breath as she pokes away at him! This looks to be a battle of attrition as Shane surely could not keep this up for much longer!”
“That can’t be Shayla,” Spark said again, seeming to be more trying to convince himself than the others. “Why would she be at this tournament?!”
“Because she’s our daughter and an idiot,” Scamp answered, looking a bit pale as she listened.
“It appears that Vicky is about to perform some kind of special attack! This may be it for our plucky little Kejtdra, folks!”
Scamp slammed a hoof through the wall of the cabin, her eyes locked on the wall ahead. “Come on… Come on…”
“What is this?! Vicky has split into multiple images of herself, all attacking at once! Shane is struggling to gather his energy in his hands, but it looks to be too much for him! Oh no! Folks I think that’s it, Vicky has pierced the face of… Wait, I spoke too soon! His faceplate seems to have stopped the attack!”
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“Shayla you’re fucking dying!” Rosemary cursed as I continued to dodge backwards, struggling to avoid the real tip of her rapier as she dashed after me. I was starting to get the hang of her attack patterns at least, so I could keep dodging out of the way of her. But I couldn’t keep this up for long.
My body was screaming at me to stop, as she’d apparently hit a few major organs. My spin took a direct hit, but thank God I have Egonetic’s, or that’d finished me off right then and there.
I was trying to gather my Ego into my hands to finish her off, but she kept jabbing right for them, causing me to have to start over.
“Okay, this is boring,” Vicky suddenly said as she stopped attacking me and backed off, holding up her hand with the Stomata on it.
“Shit,” I muttered as I forced more Ego into my hands, taking this moment to try and win this.
Right before my eyes she split into multiple images of herself, followed by all of them sprinting for me immediately.
“Double shit,” I groaned as I tried to pick out the real attacks among the wave of fake ones.
This proved impossible as I realized even with my field up I couldn’t pick out the real one as there was too much going on at once. But my Ego was almost ready!
Then my head jerked back as her sword tip suddenly crashed right between my eyes.
I swear I heard my friends scream my name, but my ears were ringing from the pressure of the impact. But to my great relief I realized my Ego infused faceplate had saved me!
There wasn’t enough Ego in my hands to do a full on blast like I wanted, but there was enough for one thing.
“Should’ve went for the throat,” I growled as I snapped my head forward, catching her retreating blade in my teeth. She yanked as hard as she could, but I held firm as I put all the energy into one hand and reached out with the other, taking her by the wrist of the hand that held her Stomata.
She tried to break free as she took her other hand and materialized a dagger into it. But I focused as I threw my Ego covered hand forward, engulfing her trapped hand. The dagger came flying for me, but I kept going forward as I screamed in rage, my Ego exploding out of my hand and into hers, completely obliterating it.
The dagger still slammed into my shoulder, but she began to scream in pain as I let her go and took her rapier in my hands.
The Halwen stumbled back, holding the stump where her hand and Stomata used to be. It’d grow back, but that didn’t mean much right now.
I dashed forward and stabbed her rapier right through her right knee. Then with an expert's grace I swiped her legs out from under her with my tail and slammed a fist right into her unguarded face, sending her body spinning like a top in front of me. Just to add a bit of flair I then threw another punch, right into her midsection, sending her flying straight into the stands beyond.
“Out of bounds!” Flavio roared along with the fake crowd. “I don’t believe it! Shane has come out on top, despite the clear disadvantage!”
Raising my hand, I gave him a shaky thumbs up as I spun and walked towards the exit. But each step I took got more and more shaky, as I could literally feel my body ripping apart from the inside out.
“Ah fuck me,” I grunted, looking at my three friends as I lost my footing and collapsed.
“Shayla!” I heard Domitor yell as the three of them seemed to be coming down here.
“Idiots,” I grumbled, everything starting to lose focus. “Don’t call me that…”
“Whoa whoa, let’s not just up and die out here after an amazing show like that!” I heard the voice of Flavio said as he seemed to be floating down to me.
“Trying not too,” I grumbled, my eyes fluttering a bit.
He landed next to me just as my friends reached us.
“Well let’s get you back in shape!” he exclaimed as his hands began to glow.
Within moments it felt like the whole fucking sun was suddenly being pushed through my body, causing me to jump up with a yelp.
“Bro, what the fuck was that?!” I yelled as I patted at myself, realizing the holes that had riddled my body were now closed over. Additionally, I felt better than I had before the match had began!
“Just a little groovtastical flavor from me to you,” he said in a smooth voice as he struck a little pose momentarily. “Consider it a thank you for the amazing performance!”
“Well,” I began, frowning at him as I just wanted to cover back up now. “Thanks for that then.”
“You are welcome!” he said as he snapped his fingers, causing my armor to fly from where it lay on the ground and land before him. “Now you four, I have some good slash bad news. Thanks to the two from earlier, we’re going to be postponing the last two matches till tomorrow.”
“Great,” I muttered as I placed my foot on my piled up gear, using my menu to pull it back into my personal inventory. It looks to be too broken to re-equip, so I’ll have to wait till the system repairs it.
“Are you alright now?” Domitor asked, but I ignored him as I stared at Flavio’s smiling face, staring at my reflection in his sunglasses.
“Thanks though, for real. For healing me,” I said, forcing myself to make an effort to apologize to him.
He just strikes an exaggerated pose as he points a finger at me, placing his other hand against his face. “Don’t even mention it, honeymomma!”
“What?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at his antics.
Flavio just relaxed his pose as he stood up fully, giving us a confident smile, “now for that sweet sweet good news! Galben has allowed all those who wish to use the luxury suites of the city next door! You four can head on over now if you’d like. The rest of the matches will continue in the meantime.”
“Luxury suites?” I asked, looking at my friends. Floria just shrugged while Domitor didn’t really have a reaction. Vanilla just looked pleased as she stood there, hands behind her back.
“Nah, we’ll sleep here. No need to-”
“No!” Vanilla suddenly yelled, scaring the shit out of me. She then cleared her throat and resumed her normal posture. “I’m sorry. I mean, let's not spit in the face of his hospitality, Shane. It is rude to turn down luxury accommodations.”
I just roll my eyes as I shrug, “then I guess we’ll take them.”
“Make yourselves at home over there! Take any building, they’re all empty anyways!” he laughed, striking a different pose as he began to ascend into the sky back towards his platform. “If you need to speak with me, I will be out and about after tonight's matches!”
Turning to my friends I saw they were looking at me expectantly. “Floria,” I suddenly said, getting her attention. “Do you have another jacket? I don’t want to walk around with my upper body exposed.”
She chuckled as she began to pull something out of her Vacuole.
As she did that I looked myself over. My lower armor was still good to go, so I didn’t have to worry about that. But my chest and face were exposed, and that was way too much. I might be okay making a quick joke with these idiots using my muscles and shit, but I am DEFINITELY not walking around exposed for others to see.
Floria tossed me a dirty jacket similar to hers, but had a hood on it. I slid it on quickly and threw up the hood, feeling a lot better.
“Here,” Vanilla said as she stepped forward, holding a scarf. “You may use my scarf to hide your face if you so wish.”
“Thanks,” I replied as I took it and wrapped it around my head, hiding my face from view. “Now come on, assfuckers, let’s check out our digs for the night.”
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 48
“That was for sure Shayla?” Spark asked as the match ended and Flavio went off the air momentarily to heal the winner. “How certain are we?”
“Completely certain,” Scamp said confidently. “I just know that it was Shayla. I don’t know why she’d be pretending to be a guy, but she probably has her own reasons.”
“Whatever those reasons are, I’m sure they’re good ones,” Mallogory added as she reached over and took her wife's mechanical hand. “She did good though, huh?”
“Oh she did very good,” Scamp replied, smiling a bit. “I wish we’d actually seen it for real though.”
“Love, you’d’ve jumped into that ring the moment she started getting stabbed,” Mallogory teased, poking her mare in the side of the face.
“Yeah, but could you blame me?” Scamp said back, smirking at her wife. She reached out and stroked her face, giving a wink.
“Spark,” Scamp suddenly said, not looking at him. “Why don’t you go for a long walk?”
He groaned as he stood up, knowing what was about to happen. “Please, don’t destroy the room this time.”
“No promises,” Mallogory replied, placing a hand on her wife's hip.
Spark stepped out of the room and closed the door, shaking his head.
“Those two…” he muttered, but decided to get away from the door as he heard the sound of something breaking. He’d made the mistake once before of staying too close to the door, and he was not going to make that same mistake again.
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“Huh, way too fancy for me,” I muttered as we all stepped into the lobby of one of the massive buildings that made up this city. Like Flavio had said, everything was empty. Which raised the question: why have this massive city if there were no people living here? Guess it goes back to Galben liking things big and showing off.
“I have heard rumors of the Great Galben’s luxury city, but I never thought I’d be permitted to enter it!” Vanilla exclaimed, clasping her hands together as she looked at the overly fancy décor around us. “It’s so wonderful and whimsical!”
“Oh yes it is,” Floria laughed as she kept grabbing random items and putting them in her Vacuole.
“Are you stealing?!” Vanilla basically screamed, getting a laugh out of the short Kejtdra.
“Yep, what are you gonna do about it? Go tell Galben? Your family?” she taunted, sticking her tongue out at her.
“He is ever so gracefully letting us stay in his city, and you take that opportunity to steal from him?!” Vanilla exclaimed, looking about ready to pop.
“I mean, yeah?” Floria replied, just angering the Halwen even further, “Besides, he’s not here you can stop sucking his dick. No need to praise him so highly.”
“If you grew up with even a hint of class, then you understand why I am being respectful to our host,” she huffed, crossing her arms as she looked at me. “Shane, please stop her.”
“I’m staying out of this,” I laughed back, deciding to continue towards the elevator that led upward.
“Which floor are you staying on?” Domitor asked as he followed behind me.
“Top fucking floor, bud,” I laughed, stepping into the elevator and hitting the button.
“Hold it!” Floria yelled as she rushed over, kicking Domitor into the elevator with me as she jumped in behind me. “Okay now go!”
“Please hold the door,” Vanilla called out as she made her way towards us.
“No no no,” Floria said in a panic as she hit the close door button. “Come on!”
The doors began to slowly close as Vanilla tried to pick up her pace, but she wouldn’t make it.
“Bu-byeeeeee!” FLoria mocked, waving to the Halwen.
But then Domitor’s hoof reached out and caught the door, allowing the woman to make it onto the elevator with all of them.
“That was very close,” she exclaimed, a bright smile on her face. “Thank you, Domitor. Without your help I’d have lost you three in this massive building.”
“Yeah, thanks, Dom,” Floria said, crossing her arms as she leaned away from the Halwen.
Domitor just stood checking over his drawing.
“That picture done yet?” I asked as I tried to snatch the notebook from him, but he yanked it away from me before I could grab it.
“No, it is not. Unless you want an unfinished product, Shane, then you should let me work,” he said roughly, causing me to glare at him. But I decided to let it go, this time.
“This is really exciting,” Vanilla said with an excited look on her face. “To be inside of this place that no one else has had the pleasure of seeing! It’s just amazing!”
“If you say so, Cakehurst,” Floria groaned, rubbing her face.
Finally, after a long ride of listening to Vanilla and Floria bicker, we reached the top floor. We stepped out into a very impressive lobby, with a mock living room set up in the middle of the floor, complete with a bar and everything. The room itself was circular with six doors running along the walls around the furniture in the middle of the floor.
“So elegant,” Vanilla muttered as she strolled forward, running a hand along a couch. “This furniture cost more than a single house, just so you know.”
“Ew,” I made a face as I walked past it, running a hand along the fancy yet rough fabric. I was not a fan of expensive furniture it seems.
“So how we doing this room situation?” Floria asked, smirking at Domitor.
“I will be taking this one for myself,” Vanilla said as she strolled over to the center most one and opened the door.
“What? Not going to try and bunk with Shane over there?” Floria mocked, causing Vanilla to roll her eyes.
“I value my privacy, I’ll have you know,” she huffed as she stepped into the room and closed the door.
“Shane?” Floria asked, looking at me.
“Alone,” was my simple answer as I picked the once closest to the elevator.
“Looks like it's you and me Dommy, rooming together, as usual,” Floria laughed, slapping his back.
“This is the first chance I get to have a room to myself since getting here, I am taking it. I’m sorry, Floria,” he said, giving her a sheepish smile as he quickly walked for the room on the other side of the room.
“Oh you bunch of party poopers!” she yelled, sitting down on the floor. “We’re all gonna at least hang out and talk tonight, right?”
I didn’t answer her as I closed the door and examined my room for the night. Just as the rest of the place, it was way to fucking fancy.
Stepping over to the bed I found it was at least not as firm as everything else looked, so I’d at least have a decent night's sleep. Unless my mind decided I wasn’t allowed that.
One thing did catch my attention, bringing a smile to my face. “No way!” I rushed over to a table, finding a large pile of comic books just sitting there. But to my ever growing disappointment they were all just that weird comic book, Corn Justice Man. Damn it.
Groaning, with nothing else to do other than sleep, I grabbed a handful and jumped back onto the bed.
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A few hours later
I closed the comic book I was currently reading, left more confused than anything. While these comic books were nothing like the ones I was use to, they at least were fun reads. Well drawn too. Could use a bit more variety though, but the dynamic of the two hero’s was fun to read about.
Letting out a yawn I slowly got out of the bed and made my way over to the door, wanting to go look for food in that bar I saw.
Stepping outside of my room I saw everyone was out in the little lobby area, just sitting around talking with three couches pulled close together.
“Have a nice cat nap?” Domitor asked as he munched on something.
“No, I read some books,” I replied, omitting that they were comic books. “Where’s the food?”
Floria waved her hand over the little table between them. “Come on, bro, help yourself.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle as I walked over and jumped over the back of a couch, landing next to Floria. “Oh hell yes,” I exclaimed as I saw just how much food there was.
“The cabinets here were filled with all kinds of ingredients,” Vanilla said as she sat curled up in her pajamas, drinking a cup of something hot. “So I did something a little special for all of you. Added my own personal flair to everything.”
“Flair?” I asked, taking a bite of a bread item, eyes going wide as the filling within filled my mouth. There was a bit of a kick to it, like something spicy was mixed in.
“Yes, my own personal flair,” she said, watching me expectantly. “I add hot spices to everything, is it to your liking?”
My mouth burned pretty badly, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle as I finished off the food in my hand. “It’s good. But maybe chill out on the spiciness next time, that’d kill the right person.”
“You like that?” Floria asked dumbfounded, sitting back defeated. “I thought you’d lose your crap like Domitor did.”
“Yeah, I couldn’t handle the heat,” Domitor said without looking up from his drawing pad. He was just staring at it, randomly making a little mark here and there with his pencil.
How fucking long is he going to work on this single picture?!
“Yeah, I bet you couldn’t handle it,” I mocked, but even I didn’t feel that one as he just chuckled a bit.
I shoved a few more food items in my mouth, watching as Vanilla stared at me happily. “What?” I asked, food falling out of my mouth as I stared right back at her.
“Just happy someone else enjoys the little flair I put into the food, since most Kejtdra can’t taste spicy foods, and most Halwen can’t stand the level of heat I like. Everyone in my family tells me to stop trying to stand out and change things, though. But that’s good, is it not?” she asked as she waved her hand at the food and me.
“Yeah, it’s good,” I said back slowly, pushing another bite into my mouth.
“Vanilla,” Domitor suddenly said, glancing at her, “you mentioned earlier your home life was just as good as any other Cakehurt’s home life. But tell us how you really feel.”
“How do you mean?” she asked, feigning ignorance.
“Your parents beat your ass or something?” I asked with a mouth full of food, causing her to frown as she took off her goggles, placing them on the table behind her.
“No, not exactly that bad,” she said, seeming to be gauging how much to actually tell us. “You all wouldn’t understand.”
“Try us,” Domitor said with a reassuring smile. “My home life was pretty terrible growing up.”
“Here we go again,” I groaned, much to his annoyance.
“Anyways!” he grumbled, ignoring me, “I don’t know how yours is, but I can say I at least might understand what you’ve gone through.”
“Thank you, but really, the Cakehurst family is very… unique,” she said, her face giving away that she doesn't want to talk about it.
“Bitch, come on, my fucking dad raped me and I’ll admit to that,” Floria suddenly said, causing me to start choking on my food loudly. Vanilla had a similar reaction, her eyes wide as she stared at the short Kejtdra.
“Floria, are you okay?” Domitor asked as Floria just sat there, a forced smile on her face.
“Yeah, I’m good. I’m just proving a point,” she said as she stared the Halwen down. “If I can say that, then you can talk about how bad the room service in your own home was. Or how your mummy forgot to give you money one time to buy that toy you so desperately wanted.”
“That is… not even close to the problems I’ve had with my family,” Vanilla growled, grinding her teeth.
“Even Shane can talk about his problems more than you can! And that’s saying something!” Floria said as everyone looked at me.
I blinked back at them and shook my head. “No, I’m good. We’re not focusing on me right now, this is about Vanilla.”
“Yeah, so come on, Cakehurst! Spill the beans! What kinda sad little princess level problems have you had to deal with?” Floria demanded, smirking right at the Halwen confidently.
“I’d rather not discuss it,” she said in a small voice. “Please, let us drop this topic and move on to a much happier one.”
“What? Can’t confront the truth?” Floria said, standing up between us as she stared at Vanilla, her hands shoved in her pockets.
“I do not know what you mean,” Vanilla replied calmly, looking anywhere but at her.
“Alright, I’ll give everyone a brief little overview of the Cakehurst family,” Floria announced, jumping up on the table and knocking the food into the floor, much to my dismay as I continued to reach down and pick it up, eating it anyways.
“Careful, gutter trash,” Vanilla suddenly growled, now glaring up at the Kejtdra.
“Cakehurst are just mass produced products that the family just pumps out to further their business,” Floria said in a voice a teacher would use, eyes locked with Vanilla’s. “They all have the same damn Alchemy Thorn, and they use it to meddle in all the businesses of this world. Not only that, but they’ll lie and cheat to get what they want.”
The Halwen did not say anything in her defense, just frowning up at her as emotions played across her face.
“You heard her earlier, she was with the woman Shane fought, saying they were together for family business. It doesn’t matter what she said afterward, they still came here together. She’s just using us to get that stupid favor, and she’s pretending to like Shane since he’s the one doing all the fighting!” she accused, growling a bit. “Admit it! You’re just trying to get on Shane’s good side so he’ll relent and give you the favor when he wins!”
“No, that is completely false,” Vanilla stated firmly, her lip quivering a bit, but otherwise she held her stern look perfectly.
“Oh? So you just so happen to be interested in the one guy who’s in our group and winning the tournament?”
“If you recall, I joined you guys well before he started winning anything,” she pointed out, but Floria didn’t seem to care as she kicked more food into the floor.
“Cakehursts are always on the long con, you saw potential in him and you pounced on it! You’re a snake in the grass, just waiting for your moment to strike and take us for everything we have! That, is the fucking Cakehursts way of doing business,” Floria growled, as she shook slightly, clearing very worked up.
“You think so lowly of me?” Vanilla said as calmly as she could, standing up carefully. “Yes, Cakehursts are known to be horrible people, and yes, I have stories from my childhood that would make even you cringe in horror, but nonetheless; I. Am. Not. Like. That.”
I very carefully picked up some more food, trying to keep their attention off of me as I ate. Domitor just looked very uncomfortable as he said on his couch, a bit curled in on himself as he watched the developing fight before us.
“Once a Cakehurst always a Cakehurst,” Floria mocked, leaning down so her face was near Vanilla’s as they stared into each other's eyes. “You can’t change your nature.”
“I could say the same to you, street rat,” she threw back, putting her hands on her hips. “Stealing anything you can get your hands on. Tsk tsk.”
“Don’t you fucking judge me, princess,” Floria snapped as she jumped down, squaring up with the other woman, who stood just slightly taller than her. “You have no room to pass judgment on anyone, what with you having literally the easiest life possible. All laid out before you like a red carpet.”
“You think my life has been easy?!” she yelled, but she pulled herself back, taking a deep breath before continuing in a calmer tone, “despite what you think or say, I have been an outlier in my family since I was very young. I haven’t never fit into the family hierarchy, and my entire family knows it.”
“Oh boo woo, let’s cry each other a river because of course both of our lives are so equally shitty,” Floria said, pretending to wipe away fake tears before spitting right onto Vanilla’s chest. “Screw you, Stankhurst. Don’t try to relate your rich people's problems with our real problems.”
The Halwen’s eye twitched as she looked down at the spit on her pajamas, then back to Floria’s face. Yet she didn’t say anything, seeming to be trying to keep herself in control of her emotions. She simply pulled out a handkerchief from her Vacuole and wiped the spot away on her chest.
“Guys, I think we should-” Domitor started to say, but Floria just started laughing in a very unhinged way.
“Just fuck! I can’t believe you’re trying so hard! We’re on to you, you’re not getting that favor! So just pack up your shit and go. Now.”
Vanilla glanced at me, but I offered nothing but a weak smile as I shoved even more food into my mouth, keeping it full so I didn’t have to talk.
“I have told you, I am not here for the favor. I am here on my own accord, because despite everything you’ve said to me, I’m intrigued by you three and wish to be near you,” she said as her lip quivered even harder than the first time.
“Well I don’t want you near us,” Floria shot back harshly, “you’re nothing more than a Cakehurst puppet who does what she’s told, no matter what happens to anyone else. As long as the family makes a little bit more money, huh?”
“I am not like that,” Vanilla growled, clenching her fist a few times as she held her ground. “And I am not a puppet.”
“Oh? Did that comment actually affect you?” Floria laughed, bumping chest with the other woman. “Well I’m sorry to say, but that’s exactly what you are, a lifeless puppet that does as she’s told. Like you’re doing right now, trying to infiltrate our group.”
“I am not trying to infiltrate your group!” she snapped, shoving Floria back roughly. “Please stop this!”
“Stop lying to yourself and admit it!” Floria yelled back, shoving her back just as hard.
“I’m my own person!” she cried out, eyes welling up with tears. “I am not controlled by my family! I decide what I can and can’t do! I just have no choice but to listen to them!”
“And there it is, the whole ‘I have no choice’ line that all Cakehurst’s like to spew when they get caught in a lie,” Floria said triumphantly.
“They will punish me if I disobey!” she said, clenching her fist as tears streamed down her face.
“Oh no! They’ll punish you? A week without your allowance, how tragic!” Floria mocked, “face it, you’re not your own person. You’re the face of your family and that’s all you’ll be till they use you up and toss you aside.”
Vanilla’s eye twitched as she stood stock still before Floria, who did not stop herself as she continued.
“You are just a dumb little slut without an original thought in your head! Nothing but empty space, just waiting for mommy dearest to fill it with commands!”
This seemed to push the Halwen over the line as she growled loudly, “yeah? Well here’s an original thought for you; you’re a bitch!”
Everything went silent as the two stared each other down. Just the sound of them breathing could be heard.
Then without warning Floria swung on Vanilla, hitting her right in the face with a closed fist. The Halwen stumbled to the side, but stayed standing as she turned back and growled as she struck out, slapping Floria across the face with her open palm.
“You just fucking slapped me!” Floria snapped.
“And you punched me!” Vanilla countered.
“Oh boy,” I muttered, waiting to see what would happen next.
“You have to hit someone with a closed fist, you idiot! Slapping doesn’t hurt as much!”
“It’s a sign of disrespect to be slapped instead of a brutish punch,” Vanilla stated as they kept looking at each other.
“Huh,” Floria said, seeming to change moods as she shook her head. “Answer this simple question: why are you really here?”
Vanilla, who couldn’t change her mood as easily as the other woman could, just growled as she crossed her arms, “I’ve told you! Multiple times! I want to be around you three, you make me not feel so… bland.”
“Uh-huh,” Floria muttered, walking back to her seat and sitting down. “Screw it. Welcome aboard.”
I just blinked at them as Vanilla went back to her seat as well, still upset but no longer engaging in a fight.
“What just happened?” I asked aloud, getting two shrugs in response. “You two were really going at it though! You can’t just hit each other once and then end it! You gotta finish it!”
“It is finished,” Floria said simply, looking tired and depleted. “Not all of us are angry all the time like you. She said more to me with that slap than her words could have.”
“But you were so fucking angry, you’re saying that’s all gone now?!”
“Of course not, my opinion of her is still extremely low. But I also know when to drop something. She says she’s here on her own accord, then screw it, I’ll buy it for now.”
I looked at Vanilla, who just shrugged at me, looking just as tired as Floria.
“I just don't want to fight anymore.”
“This makes no sense,” I muttered, putting my head in my hands. I expected them to rip into each other a lot more with how much shit they were talking. They got personal! How can they just… drop it after just hitting each other once?
“I need some air after that one,” I groaned as I stood up and walked for a door that seemed to lead to a balcony.
Stepping outside I took a deep breath, the stress of watching them fight like that finally revealing itself. Honestly, I feel cheated. Like they’d built up this big fight, then just ended it instantly. I’m… at a lose here.
Groaning, I stepped up to the railing and leaned on it, looking out over the dark empty city before me.
Behind me I heard the door open as someone stepped out with me.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 49
I glanced over my shoulder to see Domitor coming out, looking a bit shaken up.
“What?” I asked roughly as he walked over and sat down on a chair next to the railing.
“Nothing, just was a lot to take in,” he said, rubbing his face.
“I mean yeah, but oh well, they blue balled us by ending the fight like that.”
“It was actually a pretty mature way to end it,” he commented, causing me to roll my eyes.
“Yeah wish we could end our shit that easily,” I muttered, pulling my hood up to block out the wind.
He leaned back, staring at me, “who says we can’t? We just have to try and put in some effort, and we might actually become friends.”
“Nah,” I grunted, glancing at him, “we ain’t gonna be friends, jackass. Like I said, looking at you pisses me off. Nothing's gonna fix that.”
“Yeah, I guess,” he said, pulling the notepad back out and tapping at it with his pencil. “But I’d like for us to work through all this and become friends one day.”
“Geez, you just don't give up,” I groaned, sitting down in a chair across from him.
We sat in silence for a few minutes as I watched him draw, my emotions flaring up randomly, but I did my best to not start a fight right now.
“Almost done, assface?” I asked as he just kept on fucking dabbing at the paper.
“Not yet,” he muttered, seeming concentrated. “I want this one to be right.”
“Just fucking show me,” I snapped as I leaned forward, holding out my hand.
He frowned as he made a few more dabs and then looked at me. “Okay, I’m going to let you see it now. Just be warned, I drew you exactly as I see you.”
“So you fucking made fun of me,” I deadpanned, eye twitching as I felt a bit betrayed.
“No,” he said as he held it out to me, face down.
I took it and sat back, glaring at him as I flipped it over, revealing a beautifully shaded pencil drawing of me, a confident smile plastered on my face as I stood up straight, looking ready to take on the whole word, not caring if I was in clothes or not. The old me.
My eyes kept scanning the page as emotions I didn’t understand ran through me.
Seeing this image of me, acting like I was the boss of the whole world, really affected me as I felt a bit light headed for a moment.
“So? Do you like it, Shane?” he asked a bit nervously, fiddling his hooves as he watched me.
“I…” I began, at a loss for words as I kept my eyes locked on the drawing's face, wanting so desperately to be like the old me again. “Yeah, I do…”
He just smiled at me as he let me have my moment.
“You…” I muttered, still trying to work out my emotions. “You can call me Shayla in private.”
This seemed to cause him to relax a bit as I just kept looking at the drawing, hoping one day I’d be able to be like that again.
“Thanks, Dom,” I said as I put the paper down gently, placing a book over it to keep it from flying away.
“I’m… actually really glad you like it,” he said with a wide smile.
“Yeah,” I muttered, sitting back and staring right at him. “I’m just going to go right for it. Why were you friends with Lenrick?”
This caught him completely off guard as he recoiled hard, “uh what?!”
“You heard me, so answer the question,” I asked coldly, finally feeling like I can have this conversation and get it over with.
“It’s complicated,” he sighed, shaking his head.
“Then explain it.”
He looked at me with hurt eyes as he continued, “this will sound like an excuse, but he was my first real friend.”
My eyes narrowed at him, as that wasn’t answering the question.
“He threw a few compliments my way after I saved him, and he made me feel wanted, like I mattered to someone for once. It felt… nice…” he said while looking away from me. “I looked past all the horrible shit he was doing because he was being so nice to me. Then we met Floria and he started to act all weird, like a completely different person.” He frowned at this, shaking his head, “no, he wasn’t acting like a different person, he was just being himself. I was just too blinded to see that at the time.”
“He made comments that I should’ve taken as red flags and done something about, but I was so afraid of losing a friend…” he looked right at me, looking like he was about to cry. “I… I almost let him rape you…”
“Yeah, you did,” I said flatly, my heart rate increasing drastically.
“I let him go way too far, I should’ve stopped it a lot sooner,” he said, squeezing his front hooves together tightly. “But I just couldn’t move… I’m so fucking sorry, Shayla. If I’d just done something, anything, this wouldn’t’ve happened to you.”
I crossed my arms, letting him say his peace. I don’t know if it was helping me, but I needed to hear this.
“I can’t sleep anymore,” he admitted, his baggy eyes starting to make sense. “I drink to push the feelings away, but every time I see you in your armor I feel so damn guilty. I let that monster take your confidence away…”
“Stop,” I said, my body and mind no longer wanting to continue this. “I’m broken, Domitor. Like full on fucking broken. And yes, it is your fault, and you should feel bad.”
His head lowered as my words beat him down even further.
“But,” I said with a massive sigh, “I… I-” I coughed loudly, not able to finish that sentence. “Fuck, look, I’ll just say I’m sorry, happy?”
He raised his face to look at me, eyes narrowing a bit. “You know what? No, I’m not happy. We’ve both done so much shit to each other that a simple sorry from either of us won’t fix this.”
“Then fuck you, asshole!” I snapped, finally losing my cool as I stood up and glared at him. “I tried to be nice tonight, and I even said I’m sorry. Why can’t you just fucking accept it?!”
“Because I know you’re just saying it to make yourself feel better!” he yelled as he jumped up and got in my face. “I don’t want to hear fake apologies! I fucked up and let Lenrick almost have his way with you, and for that I’m fucking sorry, Shayla! But you’ve done some pretty horrible shit to me as well!”
“You bitch!” I snapped, head butting him. “I have not done a single thing to you that is on par with what Lenrick tried to do with me!”
“I’m not talking about one single thing, I mean ALL OF IT!” he roared, head butting me right back.
The doors to the balcony blew open and the other two ran out.
“Are you fucking serious?! You’re fighting again?!” Floria yelled, staring us down.
“Yep!” I growled, pulling the sleeves back on my jacket. “And I don’t want to hear it from you! I just sat through the stupidest fight ever between you two!”
“I give up,” Floria said, throwing her hands up. “Know what? Here’s what we’re gonna do; you two are going to go into one of the rooms and just beat the shit out of each other. And that will be the end of it! You fucking hear me?!”
“Oh I hear you,” I growled as Domitor and I held our gazes, both of us clearly ready to finish this. Once and for all.
“Then go! Beat the literal crap out of each other!” she screamed, clearly done with dealing with us.
Without a word I walked for the balcony exit and walked towards one of the unused rooms. I kicked open the door and walked over to the other side of the room, kicking tables and chairs out of the way so the floor was wide open.
Domitor came in behind me, huffing and puffing just as much as me as he slammed the door and stomped towards me, eyes ablaze with fury.
“Alright fucker, ground rules! No powers, and no weapons! I’m going to use my fucking fist to rearrange your face!” I yelled, cracking my knuckles.
“Then come on!” he yelled as he stood up on his hindlegs, front legs held out wide.
I roared and charged him, tackling him to the floor as I instantly began to beat the living shit out of his face. Of course he didn’t just let me as he got a back leg up on my chest and sent me flying off of himself.
He jumped up and blocked my next punch as we began to move around the room, me screaming with each hit and him grunting and yelling with each block.
“You’re an uncaring asshole!” he yelled as he slipped a punch and crashed a hoof right into my face.
“At least my fucking parents love me!” I screamed back as I grabbed his leg and punched him twice in the face before he broke free.
“Yeah I have a shitty father! But that’s not my fault!” he exclaimed as he dropped and swiped my legs out from under me, causing me to crash to the ground.
My tail shot up and grabbed him by the neck as I slammed him straight down into the ground, face first. “All you’ve done your whole life is follow in my fucking shadow!”
“You cast a pretty fucking big shadow, you fat fuck!” he jumped up and dodged my tail as he grabbed it and threw me across the room, sending me straight into the wall.
“Calling me fat doesn’t bother me, retard!” I roared as I hopped up and sprung forward, hitting him right in the gut with my fist as I grabbed his throat and lifted him into the air.
“Yeah? At least I don’t have to have everyone's approval, like you,” he said with such force that I screamed and slammed him straight into the ground next to me.
He didn’t stay down as he just shot right back up and slammed a hoof into my chin, stunning me for a moment. “Do you know what it’s like, to be brought up in someone else's shadow?!”
Four punches connected to my chest and stomach as he took advantage of my stunned state. “It’s horrible! Everyone is putting you down, all the time!”
“Cry me a river!” I snapped as I blocked a punch and returned one of my own right to his face, bloodying his snout. “I tried to be friends with you once! On a camping trip when we were kids!”
He blocked a few of my attacks, followed by me blocking a few of his.
“But then you fucking came back that next morning and fought me so hard you broke my legs!”
“Yeah!” he screamed, his emotions running high as he caught my hoof and kicked me straight in the knee, dropping me to the ground as he held my arm, pinning it to my back as he put me in a rear naked choke hold. “Because when I got home my father beat me for telling you all about his goals! I was angry with you!”
“That’s… a stupid… reason…!” I gasped out, the air and blood being cut off from going to my head as I fought against him, but he had the leverage on me in this position.
“I just wanted to be friends with all of you after that night! But my father broke me!” Domitor cried out, applying more and more pressure to my neck as I slowly started to lose the battle with consciousness.
Luckily I was able to rip my arm free and push myself up, causing him to lose his grip on my neck long enough for me to fully break free.
I reached over my shoulder and grabbed him, and with a roar, threw him straight into the wall ahead of us.
“Then you should’ve said something! I’d of been willing to be friends with you back then if you’d just fucking spoke up! I actually liked your dumb ass for some unknown reason!” I screamed, stomping over and slamming an armored foot into his side. “My parents could've helped you! Instead you bottled it up and made it worse by attacking me over and over again!”
“Sounds exactly like what you’re always doing,” he coughed out as he slowly got to his hooves, only to receive a strong kick to the face as I roundhouse him.
“At least I have friends to talk to about my problems!” I snapped, grabbing his braided mane as I pulled him up, raising my fist.
“But you don’t, you push everyone aside and just deal with it yourself, you fucking moron,” he groaned, staring at me with anger filled eyes.
I let out a yell and threw my fist for his face, but he exploded into action and caught my fist, causing me to lose my balance as he threw me to the floor.
He kicked me straight in the face as I tried to get back up, dazing me. Instead of continuing that attack he walked away, yelling in anger.
“Yeah, I wish I could talk about my fucking problems,” I grunted as I stood up, blood pouring out of my mouth now. “But I can’t! I just fucking can’t!”
He spun around to face me, breathing heavily as he prepared to re-engage me. “Then stop making excuses and try to fix them!”
“Fuck you!” I spat back as I dashed in and began to try and slip a punch through his guard. “You don’t get it! I hate myself, Domitor! My emotions are all fucked up, and my confidence is all fake! What happened with Lenrick just made things so much worse!”
One of my fists got through his block and hit him right in the eye, causing him to yelp in pain. I took advantage of this by following that hit up with another to the side, right in the liver. He doubled over, groaning loudly in pain.
“You think I’m happy all the time?! I’m not! I’m faking it till I make it!” I yelled, slamming a knee into his face as he flopped onto his back. “Now stay the fuck down!”
“Then,” he coughed, getting up for some damn reason, “... we have a lot more in common than we thought.”
I snarled as I spun around and roundhouse him again, sending him stumbling sideways.
“We’re nothing alike!”
He coughed and wiped his face, squaring up with me. “Yeah, we are. I just wish… we’d’ve been friends when we were younger.”
“Yeah, well it didn’t happen!” I yelled as I rushed in and received a swift kick to the face, sending me backwards a bit. We began to exchange blow after blow, no longer blocking as we wailed on each other.
“You’re the fucking worst!” he yelled as he hit me in the face.
“You make my life a living hell!” I returned, getting him in the jaw.
“I hate everything about you!”
“I wish you’d just fucking die so I can have some peace!”
“I wish you’d die! You are so unreasonable it hurts to be around you!”
“Fuck you, Domitor!”
“Fuck you, Shayla!”
We both connected at once, hitting each other right on the forehead. We stumbled away from each other, holding our faces.
After a moment we glared at each other.
“I should just end you right here, right now,” I growled in a low voice, my face and body beaten pretty badly.
“Yeah? Then do it,” he sneered back, his bruised and bloody face looking ready to finish this.
With a roar I ran into him, lifting him up as I slammed his back into the wall. I held him against the wall as I threw a few punches at his unguarded face, but he just threw a few right back.
“Come on! End me, bitch!” he spat out as I slammed my head into his forehead, getting my eyes right in front of his. We growled at each other as our blood mixed together, my shaking eyes almost touching his shaking eyes.
“Fuck you, Dom,” I sneered.
“Fuck you, Shay,” he growled back as we kept our eyes pressed together.
Without warning I grabbed him and pushed my lips against his, kissing him roughly. He yelped, but then grabbed my shoulders as he pulled me against himself, hard. We noisily made out, grunting into each other's mouths.
Finally we broke the kiss, leaning away from each other with wide eyes. We both looked shocked at what we’d just done, but it was me who pulled him right back into another kiss, this one much more passionate than the first as we stumbled backward, right into the middle of the room.
“What are we doing?” he asked in between kissing, panting heavily.
I didn’t answer him as I ran my hands up and down his side and back, pressing myself into the kiss even more.
His hooves ran up my own body, causing me to shiver, but not in an uncomfortable way as I’d've expected.
After a few more moments I became bold as I reached down his front, finding him and giving him a squeeze. His head jerked back, eyes wide as he stared into my face.
“Yeah,” I mouthed, nodding to him.
Taking my que he grabbed my jacket and pulled it off of me, leaving me topless. He then began to try and remove my pants, but he just fumbled as he tried to work the belt.
“Idiot,” I grunted as I pressed a few menu buttons, removing everything I was wearing.
We slammed into each other again, now full of passion as he lifted me up and spun us around. With a grunt he dropped us both on the bed, with him on top.
I laid on my back, covered in blood and sweat as I stared up at him as he propped himself up above me. His own blood and sweat dripped off of his face and onto mine, but I didn’t care as I just held his gaze. My body was shaking so hard due to the emotions and adrenaline, I could barely stand it!
“Come on,” I grunted, grinding myself against him.
“You sure?” he asked, seeming very nervous suddenly.
“Very,” I confirmed, panting as I stared up at him.
He gave a nod as he pulled his hips back and reached down, trying to figure it out. We were both inexperienced at this, but it was a simple process.
Still, I had to reach down and take a hold of him, helping guide him in.
“Careful,” I hissed as he pushed a bit too hard. He slowed down and after a few sloppy attempts was able to go at a steady pace.
I grunted with each small thrust, eyes locked on his. Once I knew I was ready I gave him a little nod. He pulled back and pushed all the way forward, causing me to let out a little feminine moan. My face burned at this and I suddenly threw a punch right into his face.
“Do not say a word!”
He just smiled back at me as he gave a nod, a silent promise to never mention what I’d just done.
With this he resumed his slow and steady pace, me doing my best to not make a sound. Mostly out of embarrassment.
He began to pick up his pace as we both grunted loudly. I had to bite my own arm to keep quiet, as I did not want to make another sound like that again.
But I couldn’t help it as I reached a climax, throwing my head back as I let out a hoarse moan, body shaking violently as he reached his top speed, thrusting away into me. I reached climax four more times as he began to reach his first one.
“Should I…”
“Doesn’t matter,” I moaned out, grabbing hold of him as he started to go faster.
He thrusts a few times really hard as his body went a bit ridged, a rough moan escaping his throat as he finished inside of me. With that he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily.
I laid there, breathing just as heavily as my mind reeled with what just happened.
A soft whimper escaped my lips as everything hit me at once, all of the stress I’d been under and all the problems I’ve been facing. It was in this moment I finally realized just how screwed up everything so far had been. This being the one and only moment where everything made sense.
“Are you okay?!” he asked in a panic as he sat up, eyes wide as he looked down at my tear covered face.
“Yes you bitch!” I snapped, punching him in the face again. “Just… hold me, okay?”
He stared at me for a moment before giving a nod and laying down next to me. I crawled into his embrace and laid my head on his chest, my body still shaking.
“It’s okay,” he said in a soothing voice, causing me to gut punch him.
“... thank you, Dom,” I muttered, snuggling into him as I allowed myself to be held for the first time since I was a child.
He didn't respond, just held me as requested, letting me cry into his chest when the urge hit me. He gently stroked my mane, helping me relax somewhat.
It was going to be a long, long night. But at least I wasn’t alone.
I felt safe. I felt like myself.
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Living The Dream
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When the world ends, a young man gets a chance to relive his life in the world of Equestria.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 50
Earlier
The room's door slammed shut as Domitor followed Shayla into it, both fuming as they prepared to fight.
“Is this such a good idea?” Vanilla asked as she and Floria stepped up to the door, hearing the two inside talking. “I mean, will they get hurt?”
“Oh yeah, they’re gonna get hurt,” Floria laughed as she stood there, hands in her pockets. Moments later the sounds of crashing and yelling could be heard. “And off they go.”
Vanilla stood there, looking antsy as she clasped her hands under her chin. She was shifting from foot to foot, the sounds only getting worse as they listened.
“Calm down, Cakehurst, they’ll be fine,” Floria said with a smirk as she leaned against the wall by the door.
“Will we go in there if it sounds like it is escalating too much?” the Halwen asked as she sat down by the foot of the door, not liking how aggressive they were sounding.
“Calling me fat doesn’t bother me, retard!” they heard Shayla bellow.
Floria let out a laugh as they heard this, shaking head, “these two idiots. I wish we could see this fight in all its glory.”
Sighing, Vanilla looked up at the short Kejtdra, “we can, if you’d like. It’s quite simple.”
“What’chu talkin’ ‘bout, Hurst?” Floria asked with a raised eyebrow, looking intrigued.
“I can make the fake window on the door a real one way mirror,” she said, twiddling her claws.
Floria looked at the door, nodding her approval, “fuck yeah, do it!”
With a little flair the Hawlen jumped up and turned to the door, placing a single hand on it. After a moment the blacked out window began to clear, slowly revealing the room within.
“Cakehurst, you might be growing on me,” Floria said as she playfully slugged Vanilla’s shoulder.
“Oww,” she muttered, rubbing her arm as the two of them pushed up to the window, looking inside.
The fight had gotten pretty bad as Domitor had just slammed Shayla to the ground and was currently choking her out.
“We should stop this,” Vanilla said as she reached for the door, but she was stopped by the other woman.
“Nah nah, let it play out,” Floria said as they watched Shayla break out of Domitor’s grip and sling him across the room. “See? Your little girl crush can handle herself.”
“I know. But fighting of this caliber can not be healthy for anyone,” she said, winching as the fight continued.
With a chuckle, Floria patted her back, not taking her own eyes off the battle, “trust me, these two will feel a lot better once this shit is done. The bickering is getting to absurd levels.”
“There are better ways to handle anger,” she commented, causing the shorter woman to laugh.
“Says the Cakehurst. Aren’t you guys supposed to feel no emotions and just do your masters bidding?” Floria asked, poking at the Halwen’s side.
“That is the preferred state, yes,” she admitted, grimacing a bit at a few unpleasant memories. “We are born to be perfect, and it is expected at all times.”
“Aw, and you’re scared of not being perfect? Don’t wanna disappoint your family of assholes?”
“No, I’m tired of always being perfect. I just want to be…” she stared at the fight, eyes trailing Shayla. “... me.”
“Then just do it,” Floria replied simply, “just drop the little Miss Perfect act and just be yourself.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Sure it is,” Floria laughed, rolling her eyes. “Look at me for example; I’m all kinds of fucked up, and I’m still going forward.”
“I don’t understand how,” she said, shaking her head. “With all your faults and problems, you shouldn’t be this happy.”
“Who said I was happy?” she scoffed, taking on a more somber tone. “My life is a complete mess, run by a crime boss who has me dead to rights with a stupid contract. If I tried to be perfect I’d just implode. People aren’t supposed to be perfect, we’re supposed to just enjoy life. Do what we can to etch out a bit of existence for ourselves. Sure, it comes with all kinds of shitty moments and pain, but we all end up in the same place in the end. So we might as well enjoy the ride as best as we can.”
Vanilla looked at the shorter woman, eyes wide in surprise. “Those are… some very wise words from one such as yourself.”
“That sounds like an insult, but thank you,” Floria said with a smirk, giving Vanilla a gentle punch on the shoulder.
“To be honest,” Vanilla sighed, watching as the two inside the room just wailed on each other, no longer trying to block anything, “I’d love nothing more than to just drop out of the family completely and be my own person.”
“Do it, fuck those assholes,” Floria encouraged her, giving her a genuine smile.
“No,” she replied in a shaky voice as she grabbed her hand as it started to shake as well, “the last time I even voiced such a thought; I was forced to kneel on tiny shards for hours while the family mocked me. Then when I didn’t appear hurt enough they locked me in a tiny closet till I almost died of starvation. I-I can’t do that again.”
“What the actual fuck?!” Floria growled, eyes flashing with anger. “They punish you all like that?”
“Just the ones of us who don’t… conform properly. My twin sister, Cocoa, has always been the one to enjoy giving out punishments. Especially to me…”
“Yeah, you’re not going back,” Floria stated firmly. “I know I’ve said some fucked up shit to you, but no, fuck no! You’re a good person and I will not let you go back to that shit.”
This completely shocked Vanilla as she looked at the furious Kejtdra before her, feeling a different feeling inside of herself. As this was the first time someone had shown actual concern for her well being. “I… Thank you, but I don’t really have a choi-”
“Yeah yeah, fuck that, you’re with us now. Fuck the Cakehursts,” Floria reached over and grasped Vanilla’s shoulder firmly. “You’re one of us now, Princess.”
A soft smile floated onto Vanilla’s face as she relaxed her shoulders for the first time in a long time. Allowing herself to slouch a bit.
“That’s the spirit!” Floria laughed, looking into the room to see Shayla and Domitor were now broken apart, just talking to each other. That didn’t last long as Shayla roared and charged him, slamming him into a wall.
“This will take some getting used to,” Vanilla said with a little joy present in her voice. “But I look forward to it.”
“Well, this looks to be about to end,” Floria commented as they both looked in, seeing that Shayla had Domitor pinned against the wall, both of them growling into each other's face. “Not as bad as it could have been I guess.”
“I hope Shane didn’t get too hurt,” the Halwen muttered, not liking how much blood covered both of them.
“Fuck you, Dom!” Shayla sneered right into his face, pressing him harder against the wall.
“Fuck you, Shay!” Domitor spat back, their eyes basically touching.
“You know, I actually really would like too-” Vanilla was cut off as the two rivals suddenly began to kiss each other, very aggressively. Her words flew from her mind as she stared at the confusing scene before her, her mind not actually processing what she was seeing.
“Oh fuck…” Floria cursed, eyes wide.
The women watched in shock as the two inside the room began to move to the center of the room, still latched onto each other. They stopped, seeming to be speaking as Shayla moved a bit.
After a few moments they watched as Domitor began to strip the clothing from Shayla.
“That’s enough for me,” Floria exclaimed, turning away from the door as she took a few steps forward, mind reeling. She stood there, letting her breathing calm down as she tried to keep her mind straight. It took a few moments, but she was able to collect herself.
However she didn’t hear Vanilla move, so she turned around to see that she was stun locked, just watching the display inside with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open and trembling.
“Vanilla, you don’t want to see this!” Floria hissed as she rushed over and grabbed the other woman, seeing that the two in the room had progressed to actually having sex.
“I don’t understand…” she muttered as she was dragged away, her eyes still locked on the two passionately making love. “... what happened?”
Floria forced Vanilla away from the door and over to her room, pushing the doors open as she pulled her in. She sat her down on her bed and stood in front of her, placing both hands on the woman's shoulders.
But Vanilla didn’t seem to register anything as she sat there, face blank but covered in tears.
“I just don’t understand…”
“Yeah, it came out of nowhere,” Floria muttered, doing her best to not have a reaction right now. She’d do that in private somewhere else. “Vanilla?”
The Halwen just sat there on the bed, eyes shaking as her mind went crazy with questions. She did not know how to process what she’d just seen. “I… Shane loves Domitor?”
“I don’t know,” Floria sighed, shaking her head. “It doesn’t really matter now though, what’s done is done.”
Vanilla didn’t seem to hear or care for what she’d just been told as she clasped her hands together in her lap, sitting up straight, “I was finally… going to get to be myself.”
“Calm down, princess,” Floria rolled her eyes at the dramatic reaction of the other woman. “This doesn’t change what we talked about. We’re going to-”
“You don’t understand,” Vanilla said in an eerily calm voice. “I have been told my entire life to conform, or else I’ll regret it. I saw you three, acting like close friends and talking about a distant world, and I saw my chance to escape this life in you three.”
Floria frowned at the woman, a bit worried at the tone of voice she’d adopted.
“Then you all made me feel wanted in the short time I’ve known you, caused me to feel things I didn’t know I was capable of feeling,” she reached up and grabbed her chest, “I don’t know what love feels like, but I believe I felt it for Shane.”
“Whoa whoa crazy chicka, you can’t love someone after a SINGLE DAY!” Floria said a bit roughly, hating this overly dramatic turn Vanilla had taken.
“My family… My sister… they were right,” she said in a voice that was slowly becoming more and more emotionless. “Trying to be unique just hurts you. There really is no point in trying.”
“For fuck sakes,” Floria groaned, rage boiling up in her. She felt like she was talking to a wall. “Stop acting like this was a massive revelation to you and just sleep it off. Trust me, this little crush you had on Shane was nothing. You’ll be hurt in the morning, but you’ll live.”
But Vanilla just placed her hands on her lap, her eyes looking dead as she stared at the wall ahead, “Cakehurst’s do not cry, nor do they care for silly things such as emotions. We are perfect as we are and we do not need to change a thing about ourselves.”
“Okay, yeah, that’s not creepy at all,” Floria muttered as she waved a hand in front of Vanilla’s face, but she didn’t react to it. “Look, I know it hurts to see Shane and Domitor like that, but I promise, the feelings you had for Shane were small in comparison to the ones you’ll have with someone else one day.”
Vanilla’s eye twitched as she had a moment of regret flash through her. She’d finally felt something for the first time in all her life, and now it was gone. This wasn’t about Shane, exactly. This was about the fact that her family had been right. She tried to leave the family behind and she got punished for it.
If she hadn't been thinking such… bad thoughts about the family, then Shane and Domitor wouldn’t’ve done what they’d done. This was her punishment for defying the family.
She deserved this.
She deserved this.
She deserved this.
“Vanilla!” Floria snapped, seeing the other woman's eyes slowly dimming, in fact it seemed she was losing all color. “Snap the fuck out of what ever funk you’re letting yourself slip into. You are blowing this whole thing out of proportion!”
Yet her words meant nothing to Vanilla as she recounted the Cakehursts family motto over and over again in her head. Praying they’ll forgive her without punishment this time.
“You can leave me alone now,” Vanilla suddenly said in an emotionless voice, a wide smile forming on her face. “I am fine.”
“No, you are not,” Floria said sternly. “You got worst mental shit going on than me from the way your fucking acting.”
“I am perfectly fine. I just made a mistake, it is fixed now,” she replied, her smile never leaving her face. Her eyes gave her away though as they looked both sad and dead at the same time. “Please, vacate my room so I may rest.”
“Vanilla…” she said, eyeing her hard. “Sleep this shit off. In the morning, we’re ALL going to talk about this. Trust me though, once you wake up the pain will subside. It always does.”
“Thank you for the advice, I will heed it well,” Vanilla said as she stood up, putting her hands behind her back. “Good night.”
“Yeah, night,” Floria said with a frown as she stared at the other woman, not liking how she was acting. But this was one of those things you needed to deal with in time.
Besides, she had her own emotional problems to handle in regards to this situation. And to do so, she’d need to go to a vacant floor to vent her frustrations.
“If you need me… I’ll be ten floors down,” Floria said as she backed up to the door, holding eye contact with the other woman as she smiled back at her.
She didn’t get a response so she stepped out of the room and made her way to the elevators.
Now that she was alone, Vanilla’s eyes and neck twitched as very confusing and conflicting emotions ran through her body. She could never hope to process all of them, as none of them made sense to her.
There was an intense pain in her chest, causing her to have trouble breathing, but she couldn’t pinpoint the cause of this.
“It hurts…” she groaned as the pain within her chest increased to unbearable levels. Her body didn’t know what to do either, so the moment she took a step for her bed, she stumbled, ending up in the corner of the room.
She gave up, realizing she didn’t deserve the comforts of a bed. So she decided to punish herself just as her family would; no bed. She’d sleep on the floor to atone for her bad thoughts against the family.
But one single punishment wouldn’t be enough. Her sister alone would demand more.
All she could do was curl in on herself and think about what she’d done wrong.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 51
A ray of sunlight shone right through the blinds over the window and right down onto my face, forcing me awake.
Letting out a grunt I shifted my head out of the ray of light and opened my eyes, momentarily confused. It took me a few more moments to realize I was currently wrapped up in Domitor’s Legs, held snuggle against him.
I growled a bit, but I didn’t react immediately, just enjoyed the moment. Then he stirred, so I ripped myself out of his grip and sat up.
He jerked awake, sitting up with a start, “is everything alright?!”
“Yeah, asshole,” I grumbled, not looking at him.
The two of us sat there in silence, the morning sun casting its light over the destroyed room, and my jacket on the floor.
I honestly do not know how to feel about last night.
Looking down at myself I saw a mess, causing me to frown, “fucking disgusting.”
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly as I jumped up and walked into the bathroom, wanting a shower after everything I’d done the night before.
I stayed in there a little longer than needed, not wanting to confront Domitor.
“Enjoy the show?” I growled out loud, causing Rosemary to appear next to the shower as I let the water wash over me.
“I blocked it out,” she assured me. “I did not watch.”
“Well thanks for not being a creep,” I mumbled as she chuckled and faded away.
After some time I finally turned the shower off and stepped out, grabbing a towel as I stepped up to the mirror. I stared at myself, noticing I didn’t look as stressed as usual.
I felt a little better as well, like some of the pressure that’s been building up around me was released, giving me some breathing room.
Finishing up with drying myself off, I decided to finally step out of the bathroom.
Upon exiting I saw that Domitor had cleaned up a lot of the room, trying to fix the damage from our fight.
“You dork,” I said as I crossed my arms, shaking my head at him. “I’d’ve just left it as it was.”
“Yeah well I’d rather not be a rude guest,” he countered, also avoiding looking at me.
“Bruh, ain’t anyone even here to notice,” I chuckled, causing him to laugh a little in return.
“Guess you’re right,” he said as he stopped and turned to me, a conflicted look taking over his face. “What now?”
I knew what he meant, letting out a sigh I just shrugged, “I dunno.”
“Same,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his head. “It just kinda… happened didn’t it?”
“Yeah, it sure as fuck did,” I deadpanned.
We stared at each other, both clearly at a loss here.
“Are we… together now?” He asked carefully, gauging my reaction.
I couldn’t help but snort laugh, “fuck no.” But my laughing died down as I felt a really stupid and weird feeling in my chest as I saw him look a bit deflated.
If I were to be very brutally honest with myself, then I’d have to say I enjoyed last night. Not really the physical part, but the feeling of… I don’t know the word to use here. The feeling of closeness? Of letting myself just forget all my problems and be held?
Fuck this shit is cheesy and dumb.
My feelings towards Domitor are… fuck they’re complicated as fuck now.
“Damn it, Domitor,” I groaned, rubbing my eyes. “Why do you always fuck everything up?”
He looked at me a bit confused, and a bit hurt. But I continued talking before he could respond.
“We’re together, but I’M in charge, got that?” I stated firmly.
He just rolled his eyes at me, “so just like that we’re together?”
“Yeah, got a problem with it, asshole?” I growled, my emotions just flying all over the place.
We glared at each other, but then he started to laugh.
“We’re fucked, aren’t we?” He asked, relaxing a bit.
“Guess so,” I replied, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Now take a shower, I can smell your nasty ass from over here.”
He just chuckled as he walked around me and entered the bathroom.
Now that I was alone again I decided to gather myself. Because now I have to deal with the other two and their snide little comments. I know they heard that shit last night.
Especially my dumbass.
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Domitor and I slowly stepped out of our room, both a bit nervous at confronting the others.
“Well hey you guys!” Floria called from the middle of the room, sitting on a massive pile of pillows and blankets. “Good fuckin’?”
We both just stared back at her, unsure of how to respond to that. I mean, I honestly expected a lot of things, but not a happy Floria.
“Uh… yeah?” I said awkwardly as I made my way over to a couch, which had all of its spare pillows removed and added to the pile.
“What about you, Dom?” she asked, giving him a cool smile as she laid on her makeshift bed.
He sat down carefully on a separate couch from me, looking a bit uncomfortable. “How are you feeling, Floria?”
She chuckled at him as she just shrugged, “well right now, I’m pretty fucking great. I spent the whole morning gathering all the pillows and blankets from the other floors to make this sweet ass throne of comfort. But before that I destroyed an entire floor in an emotional outburst that rivaled all of my previous ones by a long shot. Seeing you two fuckin’ really really hurt me, but I’ve had my cry and tantrum, so I’m good now.”
The two of us just stared at her wide eyed, not sure how to actually respond to that.
“For real, you two, I’m happy for you,” she said, giving us both a thumbs up. “No hard feelings. At least from me,” she said, smiling a bit nervously. “Vanilla didn’t take it as well as I did.”
“Where is she?” I asked.
“I think still in bed, since she hasn’t come out of her room yet,” Floria said, relaxing back into her pillows.
“Have you checked on her?” Domitor asked, standing up as he looked towards her door.
“Her door is locked. I’m giving her a little longer before I try and force it open,” she said, appearing to be a bit worried.
“Ah well screw waiting,” I grunted as I stood up and walked right for her door. The moment I reached it I began to pound on it, shaking the entire door. “Yo, Vanilla, you awake?”
No response came.
“Shit,” I muttered as I stepped back and kicked the door right at the handle, breaking it open with ease. Stepping through the now wide open doorway I was greeted with a sight that sent a chill down my spine.
“Good morning, Shane,” Vanilla said as she stood in the middle of her room, back in her normal clothing and her hands behind her back. She looked like she did the day before, but there was something… off about her. She had a pleasant smile on her face, but it seemed way out of place somehow. Her goggles hide her full expression though.
I blinked at her as the others ran in behind me, coming to a halt next to me.
“Whoa…” Floria said, seeming to also notice how strange Vanilla was acting as she just waved at us.
“Vanilla?” I asked as I looked her up and down. Honestly she looked okay, but there was just this aura around her that was different than yesterday.
“Yes, Shane?” She answered as she smiled at me.
“You… good?”
“Perfectly. Why do you ask?”
I frowned as I looked at the other two, who were also frowning. She was clearly NOT okay.
“You…” Domitor began, but her head turning to him seemed to cut him off as he looked away from her in shame. “Erm, you know what happened last night, right?”
“Yes, we watched your fight through the window in your door,” she said in a tone you would expect to hear from a cashier at a grocery store. “We saw it transition from fighting to intercourse. Is this what you are referring to?”
“... Yeah, that,” he muttered, looking extremely uncomfortable.
They watched through a window?! Great. Just fucking great. Lost my virginity with a fucking audience watching.
“Are you good, for real?” I asked, getting a pleasant smile from her.
“I am.”
“Even though you had a crush on me?” I pressed, deciding to just be brutally straight with my questions here. “Floria said you didn’t take it very well.”
“A simple misunderstanding,” she replied, standing up straight. “My emotions were out of control, but they have been quelled.”
“Quelled?” I asked, looking at Domitor and Floria.
“It means ended,” Domitor answered, looking at her with a concerned expression. “You’re not acting like yourself, Vanilla.”
“This is how I always am,” she answered, giving a little curtsy. “What you three witnessed yesterday was just an act of ill judgment, not my true self.”
“Okay, but what are your thoughts on what you saw last night?” I asked, not really wanting an answer, but at the same time very thrown off by her actions.
“My thoughts?” she asked, tapping her chin. “I believe I do not really have any on that matter. I do apologize for us spying on you two, that was very improper of us,” she gave me a bow. “Very unbecoming of one of my status.”
“Okay this shit is too weird for me,” I groaned, turning and walking for the couches in the center of the lobby. “She says she’s good, I’m just gonna go with it.”
“Vanilla, you’re worrying the fuck outta me,” Floria said, but just got a chuckle out of the Halwen as she walked past them and followed me into the main lobby of our floor.
“There is no need to worry about me, I am perfectly fine,” she replied cheerfully, walking right for the bar.
I plopped down on a couch and raised an eyebrow as I watched her begin to bring out ingredients, “making food for you? Or all of us?”
“Would you like me to prepare breakfast for the group, Shane?” she asked, turning her entire body towards me as she put her hands behind her back again.
“Eh… sure?” I answered, not really liking how she was acting. I’m pretty sure this is because of what she saw last night, but I honestly do not know how to fix it.
The other two had walked over and were watching Vanilla lay out the ingredients, appearing to be a little more methodical than the previous times. More mechanical as well.
“I don’t think she’s handling this very well,” Floria whispered to us as she sat down on her pillow pile. “What do you think, Dom?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted, keeping his voice low as well. “Did she say you two were watching last night? How much did you see?”
“Honestly, I stopped as soon as you started removing clothing,” she said, holding up a hand. “Scouts honor. Vanilla though, she got kinda overwhelmed and saw a LOT more than I did.”
“So she saw everything?” I asked, shaking my head. Now that I did not like at all. “Why the fuck were you two watching?”
“Because you two dumbfucks were supposed to be fighting, not boning!” she snapped, but then reeled herself in. “Sorry, guess I’m still a bit bothered by it. Point here is, she had a mental breakdown last night and I don’t know how bad it got after I left her alone.”
I glanced over to Vanilla, who had prepared a decent amount of food, but was still looking it over. “Should we… talk to her about it?”
“Yes,” Domitor said with a sharp nod. “But we need to be careful. If we-”
“Breakfast is served,” Vanilla announced cheerfully as she suddenly appeared next to us, holding up the food.
“Fuck me, you startled the shit out of me,” I muttered, not liking how she went from looking over the food to suddenly being right next to me.
“I made a traditional Cakehurst’s breakfast,” she said as she placed three plates down for us. “I do hope you enjoy.”
“You need to cut this customer service shit out,” I mumbled as I grabbed my plate and sat back, looking the food over. It was just a piece of bread, baked beans, and some shitty vegetables. And I think that’s some kind of black pudding. What the fuck?
“Erm, Vanilla, question,” I said as I saw the others were having a similar reaction.
“Yes, Shane?” she asked, turning her full attention towards me.
I do not like that, it’s creepy as fuck.
“Where’s the real food?” I asked, poking at the bland and unappealing food.
“Is the meal not to your liking?” she asked, a hint of a frown tugging at her wide smile.
“No, I mean,” I sighed loudly. “The food you made yesterday was a lot better looking than this.”
“Shayla, just try it,” Domitor said as he took a spoonful of the black pudding. Almost immediately he put the food down and just stared ahead. “Never mind.”
“It can’t be that bad,” Floria said as she tried a few of the food items, grimacing as she ate. “I mean… It's not bad. But it's not… good either. Not like the shit you made yesterday.”
“The food I prepared yesterday was not to Cakehursts standards,” Vanilla stated as she stood there smiling at us. “I apologize for the inconvenience.”
Reluctantly I took a bite of the food, at least wanting to give it a try. And just like Floria said, nothing like the food of yesterday. But I just shrugged as I continued to eat, finishing my plate rather quickly since there was so little food on it.
“Gonna eat that?” I asked as I took Domitor’s plate and began to eat from it, not even waiting for an answer.
He just shook his head as he looked a bit forlorn.
The entire time I was eating, Vanilla just stood there, waiting for… something.
Once I finished the second plate, I sat back, patting my stomach. “So, any dessert? More specifically, like the ones you made last night?”
She gave a bow as she moved back to the bar, pulling out a few more items for herself.
“Something is wrong with her for sure,” Domitor said, gesturing to the food. “I’ve only eaten her food a few times, but the food from yesterday tasted amazing. This though?” he said, lifting up the plate I’d just finished. “No flavor. Just… bland.”
“Bland food doesn’t mean anything,” I said as I picked something out of my teeth with my claw.
Floria didn’t look convinced as she finally finished her own plate, taking longer to eat it than I had.
“I think Domitor’s right here,” she said, a slightly worried look on her face.
Before I could throw back any kind of response, Vanilla returned, holding a plate of baked goods. Just like the ones from last night.
“Now we’re talking!” I exclaimed as I took the plate from her and sat back, placing it on my stomach. I rubbed my claws together as I looked them over, trying to decide on which one to eat first. I decided on a little cookie looking item.
With a crunch I shoved the whole thing in my mouth and began to munch away. But my excitement slowly drained away as I chewed, slowly being replaced by confusion.
“What the fuck?” I muttered, taking a few more of the baked goods and shoving them into my mouth, getting the same result with each one. “Vanilla, where’s the spicy shit?”
“Deviating from the recipe is not the Cakehurst way,” she said simply. “I again apologize for the inconvenience I caused.”
“But…” I muttered, looking up at her in complete confusion. “The spiciness was your personal flair.”
“A childish attempt at refining the works of my foremothers,” she replied, causing me even more confusion.
“I don’t… what are you fucking saying?” I asked dumbfounded.
“Improvement was not necessary,” she answered, giving us a little bow. “Anything else for you three?”
We looked at each other, clearly at a loss on what to do here. She wasn’t acting normal, nor was she making any sense. She wasn’t acting like the lovable dork I saw yesterday. Now she was just a robot.
“Wait,” Floria said as she looked past her at the bar, which was not cleared of any items. “What about your food?”
Vanilla just smiled back at her, “I am currently undergoing a fast.”
“A what?” I asked, causing Domitor to sigh.
“A fast,” Domitor answered, “she’s basically forgoing eating.”
“What? Why?” I asked, giving her a strange look.
“Personal reasons,” she answered simply, that wide smile never leaving her face.
“That’s dumb though,” I said as I looked between the other two. “Right? That’s like super fucking dumb, right?”
“Yes, but she has her reasons,” he said, seeming to be trying to hint at something with his eyes.
But honestly I wasn’t smart enough to get what he was trying to say here. So I just dropped it.
“Anyways, Vanilla,” I said, getting her full attention. “I’m going to ask this one more time, and this is your chance to say whatever you want; are you okay?”
“Shane, I am perfectly fine,” she answered, her smile widening to the point I thought it’d break her face.
While I knew this was a lie, there didn’t seem to be anything I could do about it. I guess she’ll just have to work herself through this on her own. Whatever this is.
“If I am no longer needed, I must take my leave,” she said as she took a step back and bowed yet again.
“And go where?” Floria asked, her face scrunching up as she stared up at the Halwen.
“To the Arena of course, if Vicky is still present I’ll need to reconnect with her,” she said, her smile twitching a bit.
“Wait, you’re leaving us?” Floria asked, jumping up and stepping over to the other woman. “But you’re a part of the gang, remember? You said last night-”
“I was not in my right state of mind last night,” Vanilla interrupted her, keeping up her cheerful composure. “Anything I said was false and should be discredited as such.”
Floria crossed her arms, glaring up at the smiling Halwen. “Okay, I’m done playing around here. You are sticking with us and that is final. You hear me, Cakehurst?”
“Yeah, you’re kinda fucked now,” I chuckled, shaking a finger at her. “You forced yourself into our group, and now we like ya. So boom, you’re one of us now.”
Her smile faltered hard as her face went through a mix of emotions.
“Please don’t leave, Vanilla,” Domitor said in a voice that even pulled on a few of my heartstrings.
After a moment her face settled on an expression; a wide smile.
“I must return home,” she said simply. “There is no reason for me to remain on this island.”
“Yes there is,” Floria stated firmly, squaring up with the other woman.
“What reason would that be?” she asked, her face momentarily shifting into a grimace before resuming her static smile.
Floria raised a claw and tapped it against her head, “you Cakehursts like easy money and business shit, right?”
“That’s a bit crude,” Vanilla answered. “But not incorrect.”
“So stick with us and we’ll take you along for the ride to their home world,” she said as she cast a hand towards me and Domitor. “Unlimited money making opportunities.”
Vanilla seemed to consider this as she tapped at her chin. “You do make a decent point.”
“I make a great point,” Floria countered with a smirk as she put her hands in her pockets. “Besides, you’re growing on me. Would suck for you to leave right when we’re getting to know each other.”
I started to throw my own comment into the mix, but decided to hold back. Floria seems to know what she was doing, I’d probably just screw it all up if I tried to add anything.
The words of the short Kejtdra seemed to affect Vanilla as she stood up a bit straighter. “Er…” However she quickly recovered and resumed her proper stance, “that is indeed an acceptable proposal.”
“Radical,” Floria chuckled, holding out her hand. “So shake on it, Cakehurst. You’ll stick with us no matter what.”
Vanilla stared at her hand, seeming conflicted. But after a few moments she reached out and shook her hand firmly.
“Now you’re fucked,” Floria said with a wink.
“Welcome to the gang, officially,” I laughed, giving her a thumbs up.
“Good luck,” Domitor said, a relieved smile on his face.
She looked between the three of us, her wide smile still plastered across her face. “I look forward to working with you three going forward.”
“Okay you’re going to need to drop the act,” I said as I stood up, stretching my arms and wings. “It’s weird.”
“This is how I speak,” she replied, putting her hands behind her back again.
“Okay, so go back to how you were yesterday,” I said as I crossed my arms.
“I can n-”
“Goooooood MORNING contestants!” Flavio’s voice suddenly roared all around us, scaring the absolute shit out of me as I jerked so hard I fell over the couch next to me and landed on the floor. “It is currently groove time here on Ephemeris Island! I hope you all enjoyed the amazing digs! Brought to you by Galby of course!”
“Just fuck, did he have to yell out of nowhere like that?!” I groaned as I pulled myself back up, frowning at the others.
“If all remaining contests could make their way back to the arena, then we’ll get started with the hubolostical final rounds!”
I glanced at Vanilla, seeing she was back to her smiling self. Guess we’ll drop this subject for now, at least till the end of the tournament.
“Okay then, you guys ready to watch me kick some ass?” I asked as I opened my menu, seeing that most of my armor was still out of commission. That sucks, but at least my mask was good to go. I felt more confident when my face was hidden.
“If by kick some ass, you mean watch you get beat to a pulp and still somehow win, then yes, we’re ready,” Domitor said with a little smirk.
“Har har, fuck you,” I retorted, returning his smirk as I began to equip individual pieces of gear.
Floria looked between us, rolling her eyes, “you two are weird as fuck together.”
Yeah, I know.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 52
“Do you have it?” Lorenzo asked as he stared down at the two brothers, Henbeck and Rendrik.
Rendrik gave a sharp nod as he opened his pocket dimension and pulled out a crate with a strange symbol on the side.
“We tracked down a shipment coming from some kind of massive bakery,” Henbeck said as he brother opened the crate to reveal some kind of strange looking fruit. “It was strangely heavily guarded for a bakery shipment.”
“Not to mention all of the guards had the exact same Thorn, and were annoying as all get out to fight,” Rendrik added, tossing a fruit to Lorenzo.
The man caught the fruit and looked it over, a dark smile on his face. “So this is the Fossil Fruit, a food item used to restore Sucro to those who need it. A perfect short cut.”
“Yes, sir,” Henbeck answered as they handed some of the fruit to Leem, who ate it immediately.
“Excellent,” Lorenzo said as he took a bite of the fruit, feeling something immediately wash over him.
A smirk played onto his face as he turned his attention to the front of the church, his eyes looking past all of the bodies and right at the Scapil.
It hadn’t taken them long to find one, the only problem was an entire church had been built around it. Of course that was a short lived problem, as they didn’t provide much of a challenge to dispatch.
Finishing off the Fossil Fruit, he began to stroll towards the Scapil casually, confident in his actions.
“Should we test it first?” Rendrik asked as they watched their boss approach the pillar.
“No need,” Lorenzo exclaimed as he slapped his hand down right in the center of the Scapil, living up to his title of The Insane.
The moment his hand laid flat against the top of the pillar a large spike flew up and penetrated his palm. He let out a grunt of pain as an even more intense pain exploded deep within him.
A pulse rocked through his body, pushing him to take a knee.
His crew didn’t move to help him, just waiting to see what would happen next.
He stayed down for a moment, not moving.
Right when they began to wonder if he was alive he stood up, a massive smile plastered on his face.
“Sir?”
Lorenzo held up his hand with the Stomata in the middle of it and made a fist. “It’s show time.”
ooo000<^>000ooo
“They’re back!” Louie barked as he sprinted into Nova’s house, running around looking for her. “Nova, Phantasm Troupe are back! Come on!”
He finally found her in the backyard training with a few Living Dummies.
“Nova, did you hear me?!” He yelled as he watched her dodge and weave around the dummies lightning fast strikes.
“I heard you, my ecstatic friend,” she called out as her horn flashed, causing the dummies around her to stop moving and slump over. She then turned to him as she levitated a towel over to herself, winching as the pain in her chest flared again.
“Should you be training with your injuries?” He asked, taking notice of the way she walked.
“I will be fine, Summer Breeze will heal any further damage I cause myself,” she replied, coming to a stop before him. “Now, you say they have returned?”
“Yeah!” He exclaimed, returning to his excited self as he began to jump around in front of her. “I told them you were here and they want to meet you at the Mellow Pie!”
Nova gave a nod as she turned to walk around her house, “perfect. Come along, Lou.”
“Are you going to convince them to make an Enforcer so I can help?” He asked nervously as he ran around her as she trotted.
“I will do as I promised,” she assured him, giving him a warm smile.
“Sweet, you’re the best, Nova!” he barked happily.
It did not take them that long to make it to the Mellow Pie, once they arrived they saw that all the members of Phantasm Troupe were present, along with Bronwyn.
“Princess Nova!” Roxxy yelled out as she saw them enter.
Flippy Dew and Summer Breeze rushed over and hugged her tightly.
“We thought Champion killed you!” Flippy Dew cried, unable to control her emotions as she felt relieved to see the older mare.
“He attempted too,” she replied, returning the hug despite the pain. Once they broke the hug she regarded all of them at once. “Now, we have a few things that need discussing.”
Louie barked once, getting a nod from Nova.
“Of course, Princess,” Roxxy said as she gestured for her to take a seat at the largest table in the room.
“Please, just call me Nova,” she chuckled as she walked over and took a seat. The others took up their seats around the table, all facing her. Louie jumped up in a free chair next to her, looking extremely happy.
“Now,” she started, leaning forward, “where to begin?”
ooo000<^>000ooo
Quest complete! 3 skill points awarded!
“Sweet,” I muttered as I finished the last task for my Daily Quest, a bit sweaty after the run.
“So that’s stuff you have to do every morning?” Domitor asked as he and the others caught up to me.
“Yup, free skill points and shit,” I replied as I opened my menu and dumped all three points into Reflexes.
“No idea how that works, but it’s fucking cool,” Floria commented as she walked next to Vanilla, who was walking all proper like, hands behind her back.
I lifted my mask to wipe my face with a towel Domitor had brought for me, not enjoying how much of a workout I’d had to do for this Daily Quest.
“I’m just going to say it,” he said as I dried myself off. “This new outfit makes you look like an even bigger asshole than you normally are.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at this, as I knew what he meant. It was an unintended side effect of just looking so damn good in a leather jacket.
The absolute best thing about not having the chest armor on though was now my wings were able to be used, since I’d cut slits in the back of the jacket.
“Yeah, the jacket adds to that effect,” I agreed as I pulled the mask back down and tossed the towel aside.
“It’s not the jacket,” Floria snickered, but I ignored the little jabs at my appearance. I at least still looked like a guy, so I was thankful for that.
“What do you think, Vanilla?” I asked, wanting to see if I could get her to drop this stupid act she was putting on.
She just smiled at me with the same smile she’s had on her face since we left the hotel, “you possess the appearance of a fearsome barbarian.”
“Is… is that an insult or a compliment?” I asked, looking at Domitor.
He looked to be trying not to laugh as he just shrugged, “take it as a compliment.”
“Alright then,” I said, looking back at Vanilla as I flexed hard, making my muscles ripple and pop, just as before. “What do you think of this?”
“Very imposing,” she said with a nod, not having a reaction like the last time I did this to her. This caused me to frown and stop flexing.
“Come on, you going to play this stupid act up forever?”
“What act?” she asked, cocking her head.
“Forget it,” I said, throwing my hands up. Spinning around I began stomping for the coliseum.
The others were asking her similar questions, but I didn't pay attention as I increased my pace, wanting to get to the arena to see who my next opponent will be.
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“Round four of Galben’s Tournament is about to begin, folkaronies! But first, a word from our sponsor, Galben!”
Scamp’s ears perked up as the radio finally blared to life again, the others also turning their attention to it as the strange radio announcer spoke.
“We offered this chance to all as a sign of our good will,” a new voice, more than likely this Galben guy, said proudly over the radio. “Many have come and died for our favor. Do you hear that, Emilyn? The people flock to die for our favor.”
“Okay, Galby, no need to-” Flavio tried to interject, but was silenced by the booming voice of Galben.
“We knew you would be too cowardly to appear before us, Emilyn! Another win for us! Another loss for you!”
“Sorry folks!” Flavio exclaimed as it sounded like he was fighting for the mic. “Our great host Galben is just saying ‘hi’ to a friend of ours!”
“Friend? She is no friend of ours! She is a-”
“Whoa! We can not say that on the air!” Flavio yelled, followed by the radio cutting off.
Spark blinked and then looked at his two friends. “What was that?”
“Lovers quarrel probably,” Mallogory offered, shrugging as she helped Scamp fix their bed.
“Huh,” Spark muttered, going back to eating his breakfast.
It wasn’t long before the radio came back on with just Flavio talking.
“Sorry about that, bongos! Technical difficulties! However we’re now ready to start! All of our groovy competitors are finally here and ready to rumble!” There was a pause as an obviously fake crowd cheered in the background. “Yesterday was an eventful day! But today promises to surpass it in terms of excitement and drama! Just look at our first match of the day! Shane Beltosh versus Mag! A match up of the century!”
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“This one will prove quite difficult,” Rosemary said as I walked out into the arena, my opponent not there yet.
“Domitor said she’s all about magnets and shit,” I said aloud, frowning. “But as long as she doesn't touch me she can’t use her full powers against me.”
“Your metal bones make you susceptible to her attacks, so you need to be very careful here,” she warned. “However, you still get a challenge.”
“Oh yippy,” I rolled my eyes, taking my place in the center of the arena.
“I want you to get to level nine before the next match,” she said as she appeared before me. “You gain one of your signature abilities then. So this challenge will be harder and should trigger a quest.”
“More system bullshit?” I groaned, hating how much shit came with this Ego.
“Do not worry, this one is a simple power up ability that you’ll love,” she promised. “Now, for your challenge you must allow her to touch you and beat her while she’s at her full potential.”
“Ew, hate that for me,” I muttered, causing her to laugh a bit. “Fine, I can beat anyone if I actually try.”
“That’s the spirit!”
Quest accepted! ‘Rank S: Magnetic Rule!’
Rank S? Great.
“Perfect! That’ll be plenty to get you to level nine!” she exclaimed, seeming very pleased with herself.
The doors on the other side of the coliseum suddenly blew open as a beefy looking Halwen walked into the arena, a smile on her face as she approached her spot opposite of me.
“It’s your unlucky day, Kite,” she laughed, squaring up with me.
I really do not get this ‘kite’ insult.
“Same for you, bitch tits,” I threw back, smirking as I flexed on her. “Come get some.”
The bell rang, signaling the start of our round.
Sighing loudly I dashed over and stopped right before her, holding my arm out. “Slap it, you need all the help you can get.”
She eyed me suspiciously, but she still slapped my hand to the side as she jumped back a few times. The moment her hand hit me a very uncomfortable feeling washed over my body, like my bones were being tugged on from all directions.
“You’re either the bravest Kejtdra I’ve ever met, or the dumbest,” she said, flexing her arms as she pulled a bag out of her Vacuole.
“A little of both, so let’s stop talking and get to fucking shit up,” I said, drawing my wooden sword as I thought of the best way to handle her.
“You asked for this,” she said as she dumped the bag out, revealing it was just a lot of shredded metal. She crossed her arms and then flung them wide, sending the metal before her flying in all directions, landing all around us. “Now I’m ready,” she smirked as she pulled out a few knives.
Oh she’s going to be annoying to fight for damn sure.
Using my wings I propelled myself sideways across the ground, watching everything around me.
As I neared her she twisted her wrist, causing my wings to jerk hard and send me downward instead of sideways.
I recovered as fast as I could, but four knives were already flying towards me. Dodging them would be child's play since they were coming form so far away.
So I simply dodged to the left, smirking at her. What I didn’t expect was for them to change direction in mid air and fly right into me, embedding themselves in my chest and one in my left arm.
“Ah fucking shit!” I yelled in both pain and anger, eyes now ablaze with rage as I stared her down.
“Come on, be smarter, Kite,” she laughed as she turned her fist, causing the knives sticking out of me to begin to twist and wiggle around, causing even more damage.
With a grunt I ripped the four knives out of myself, but they kept trying to pull themselves right back into me, cutting into my hands a bit.
Growling I built up some Ego into my hands and obliterated the four blades, removing them from the equation.
“Now that’s a neat trick,” she muttered with a smile as she twitched her fingers around.
I dashed towards her again, aiming to shoulder check her into next week.
But as I neared her she simply waved her hand to the side, causing my right leg to get dragged out from under me. This ended up with me doing the splits, which hurt like hell since I wasn’t limbered up for a move like that.
“You skank,” I growled as I stood up, my hips burning from the sudden position I’d been pulled into.
“You Kejtdra, always forgetting about those metal bones of yours,” she chuckled, shaking her hand from side to side. I wasn’t able to control myself as I was shaken violently from left to right. “So, crushed to death, beaten to death, or stabbed to death? Which do you prefer, Kite?”
“I like a mixed bag of getting hurt and shit, so let’s do all three,” I said with a wink as she stopped shaking me around.
“That so?” she said as she put her hands on her hips, staring at me a bit seductively.
I rolled my eyes at her and pushed Ego throughout my body, attempting to block out her control by coating my bones in Ego. Yeah, Ego beats magnets!
“Alright, try me now, bitch!” I laughed, fully confident.
Now that I was sure she couldn’t control me anymore I rushed towards her, watching as she raised a hand. I smirked as I got closer, waiting for her reaction to realizing her powers no longer affected me.
She raised an eyebrow as she pulled her hand towards herself, causing me to suddenly get pulled right at her.
Ah shit.
I wasn’t able to recover as she held up her fist, my face flying right for it. Then with a boom my face was pulled right into her outstretched fist. My mask held up, but I was a bit worried about my face behind it.
My body landed on the ground right next to her as she held her hand down at me, keeping me pinned to the ground.
“So you’re just dumb,” she stated, smirking down at me.
I’m just surprised my Ego didn’t negate her powers.
“I’m going to be as nice as I can be,” Rosemary said as she leaned over me. “Putting Ego around your METAL bones does not negate the effects of MAGNETS. That was a very idiotic thought process.”
“Bite me,” I groaned to both of them.
“I don’t like the taste of chicken,” Mag laughed as she raised her other hand and made a fist. All the metal in the area lifted up and flew towards us.
Fuck me running.
Straining with all I had I was able to fight against her magnetic force and get up to my hands and knees.
“Ooo, you’re a strong one, Beltosh,” she laughed, pushing down harder against me.
I grunted as a few metal items slammed into me, sticking to me as they cut into my body a bit as they tried to get closer to my bones. This shit sucks.
As I was hit with more and more metal, I forced myself to focus as my Perception Field spread around my body, passing over her.
For a brief moment I felt like I could move, so I took advantage of that and exploded into action as I rocketed up at her and slammed a fist into her jaw, delivering a perfect uppercut to the dumb bitch.
She let out a panicked yelp as the force that had been pushing down against me faded away.
“Now you’re fucked!” I roared as I grabbed her clothes and pulled her towards myself as I punched her in the face again to disrupt her focus further. On my next punch I powered up my fist with my Ego.
As my fist flew towards her face again, she growled as her hand shot up. My eyes went wide as she snapped her finger, causing my wrist to snap backwards. However I continued my attack as I slammed my broken fist into her face, the bone that was sticking out impaling her in the right eye.
“FUCK!” I yelled as I shook my hand, causing it to flop around uselessly.
“My fucking eye!” she screamed, stumbling back as she held her face as green blood flowed down her face and hand.
“Don’t be a whiny bitch!” I roared as I used my wings to propel myself at her again, filling my good hand with Ego.
“Shayla you fucking idiot, use ranged!” Domitor yelled, causing me to stop my rush towards Mag as she gathered herself.
“Oh that’s a good idea actually,” I muttered, jumping back as I pushed more Ego into my good hand.
Mag wasn’t about to let me do that as she flexed her hands and slapped them together. A massive force slammed into me from all sides, feeling like I was being crushed as my body began to scrunch in on itself.
I growled as I fought against the force, still building up Ego in my hand.
“Come on, you fucking Kite!” she yelled as she slammed them together again, increasing the pressure around me.
“Gonna need to do better than that!” I grunted.
A smirk suddenly appeared on her face as she raised one of her hands and pointed it at me. “Try this one then.”
She yanked her hand towards herself, causing every bone in my body to jerk forward.
This erected a hoarse groan from me as I felt like my bones were being pulled from my body.
“Oh fuck this,” I gasped out as I felt the need vomit just from the feeling alone.
Metal bones suck now.
I let myself get pulled towards her, as it was the only way to keep my bones inside my body.
Mag let out a laugh as she spread her fingers and winked at me. “Game set match, Kite.”
“Yeah? Well Ego beats magnets!” I yelled as I threw my hand forward, sending a wave of cyan energy flying right at her. I couldn’t see her anymore, but I knew she was snapping her fingers, because my fucking hand broke, followed by the elbow, and then the shoulder.
A scream was heard as my Ego hit her. Even though it had been cut off short, there was still enough of it to do some damage. But the bitch still had it in her to snap her finger again, breaking my knee.
“Crap!” I yelped as I collapsed onto the ground. Oh I hope she’s done for, otherwise I’m gonna have to improvise.
Grunting, I forced myself to stand up, leaning on my good leg.
To my great annoyance, she was standing back up. Pretty badly wounded, missing most of her right side, arm included.
Luckily, she appeared to be blind now, so I had that going for me.
“You damn, Kite,” she said, spinning her hand around as all the metal in the area began to spin around her. “When I find you, I’m ripping every bone from your body and leaving you a sulking pile of feathers!”
I smirked at her as I began to gloat, but I was interrupted by Domitor’s yelling.
“Do not fucking talk, she doesn’t know where you are! So zip it!”
I just raised my hand and flipped him off, but he had a point.
So how do I handle this? She currently has a wall of metal flying around her, and if I get hit by any of it I’m pretty sure she’ll know where I am. I could hit her with another Ego blast, but that’s boring, doing the same attack twice.
Hmm… wait, if I can do a Kamehameha, then… Oh that would be badass.
Problem though.
Both my arms were out of commission. One arm completely fucked, while the other just has my hand dangling off of it. Can I even build Ego with those kinds of energies?
“Yes, you can,” came the frustrated voice of Rosemary.
Okay, then let’s do this.
I raised my arm, pushing Ego up into the air above my stubby wrist
Mag was spreading the metal around herself, looking for me.
Keeping my focus on the air above my arm, I watched as it slowly formed into a wide shape.
“What, are you scared now, Kite?!” she called out, trying to taunt me.
The Ego finally finished forming as it took on a disc shape.
“Fucking badass,” I muttered, causing Mag’s head to snap right towards me. “Oops.”
Her remaining arm shot towards me as all the metal flew forward. I flung my arm downward, sending the Ego disc flying right for the blind Kejtdra. It cut through some of the metal, but it all kept flying right for me.
“Great shit,” I muttered as metal sliced through my body and clung to me.
My body was then grabbed very roughly as she yanked me straight down to the ground, breaking a few bones in the process.
“A pile of feathers and flesh!” she screamed as I felt my faceplate being pulled roughly, like it was about to be ripped off.
“Shayla!” I heard both Domitor and Floria yell out, but I couldn’t be sure.
“Spectators must remain in the stands!” I heard Flavio call out.
Then everything stopped at once. The pressure around me let up instantly, followed by the metal clinging to me falling away.
I collapsed immediately, completely spent at this point. My body felt like it’d been thrown into a rock tumbler or something.
Fuck I hope she’s done now.
“Folks, what an amazing dramatic finish! Shane is this round's winner!” Flavio exclaimed into his mic.
Quest complete! 12 skill points awarded!
Level up!
New Ability unlocked! ‘VofKai’
You have 15 unspent points.
“Awesome,” I muttered, coughing up a bit of blood.
“Why are you stupid?” Domitor asked as he and Floria came up on either side of me as I laid face first in the dirt.
“I’m not stupid,” I muttered as they rolled me onto my side. “I won didn’t I?”
“Yeah but you’re all broken and shit,” Floria laughed, lifting my broken arm and wiggling it around. “See?”
“Floria, don’t do that, it’ll make the injuries worse,” Domitor said with a frown as she shrugged and dropped my arm.
“Is Mag… alive?” I asked, not sure how my attack landed on her.
“Oh, she’s alive,” Floria assured me. “You cut her in half, but she’s crawling away right now. She’s a fucking Halwen, she’ll go off somewhere and cocoon her ass to regenerate. Just be happy you actually hit her, otherwise you’d be dead.”
I just nodded as I groaned.
“Another spectacular round, kid!” Flavio exclaimed joyfully as he floated down next to me.
“Well I’m happy you’re enjoying yourself,” I grunted out as Domitor helped lift me so I was sitting up.
Flavio’s hands began to glow as he held them over me, filling me with whatever energy he had.
“Alrighty, Shanny, I have a question for the final round!” he said with a wide smile.
“Yeah?” I asked, feeling a sense of relief as my body slowly healed, my bones snapping back into place. Oh it hurt like fucking hell, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.
“For the final round, would you like to be called Shane, or your real name?” he asked as I sighed.
“Just keep doing it like you’ve been, alright?”
“You got it, dudette!” he laughed as my wrist fixed itself with a loud noisy crunch.
“That’s gross,” Domitor muttered as he held me up.
Finally the last of my bones fixed themselves as Flavio stood up, “there you go! One gallytastic body ready to go for the final round!”
“Thanks,” I mumbled, getting a thumbs up from him as he began to move towards Mag as she crawled away. “Maggy taggy! Wait up, you little vixen! Let me get those wounds fixed for ya!”
“Come on, let’s go take a break,” Domitor said as he helped me stand, grunting as he did so.
“I can walk, dipshit,” I said as I broke from his grasp and began to walk on my own back towards the stands.
My body felt fine, since he’d healed everything, even my fatigue, so I didn’t need any help. But…
I did a little fake limp and groaned, “fine, I guess I do need a little help, you fucking asshole.”
He chuckled as he came up next to me and stood up on his hindlegs, letting me lean on him as he helped support me as we walked towards the stands.
Floria just laughed as she walked next to us, humming to herself.
Up ahead I saw Vanilla still standing where she’d been when the match started, just smiling at us as she waited for us to return.
“We need to break her out of this funk,” I muttered, getting a nod of agreement from Domitor.
“I’m working on it,” Floria said cheerfully as she stared straight at the Halwen.
I nodded at her as I looked at Vanilla, feeling a bit bad about being partially responsible for her acting so… robotic and creepy.
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Living The Dream
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 53
“So fucking bland,” I complained as I hate the snacks Vanilla made for us upon request. But just like this morning it left a lot to be desired.
The Halwen just stood there smiling at us, watching us eat her food with a pleased expression on her face.
“Come on, Van’s, what happened to the good food?” Floria asked as she frowned at her half eaten snack.
“This food is the approved food of the-” she began, but was cut off by Floria’s sigh.
“Forget I asked,” the short Kejtdra groaned.
I finished mine and stood up, stretching my body out as the match before us started to draw to a close.
“If that skinny Kejtdra down there beats that Halwen, then he’s going to be a real threat to you, Shayla,” Domitor observed as he chewed away on his own food.
“That guy?” I asked, rolling my eyes. “He controls wind and has fancy rich boy footwork with that sword. I’m just gonna smash his face in while he cools me down with a refreshing breeze.”
“How the hell have you won so many fights and you think like this?” Domitor asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
“With my skills, and these babies of course,” I said, flexing my biceps and kissing each one of them.
“I don’t see what you see in her,” Floria teased, slugging Domitor in the arm.
“Me either,” he admitted with a smirk, causing me to glare at him.
“Hey, Domitard, keep your opinions to yourself,” I said as I plopped back down between them, keeping my eyes on the fight.
“Challenge time,” Rosemary announced as she appeared a few seats down from me. “For this guy, you must defeat him with just your sword. No ranged attacks, but you can use your Perception Field and VofKai.”
“Gay,” I muttered out loud, getting a few strange looks from my friends.
“I want you to do something different than just using that brute strength of yours and focus on your fundamentals,” she said with a wink.
I just rolled my eyes as the match below came to an abrupt end, with the Kejtdra coming out on top with a fancy little twirl that removed the arms of his Halwen opponent.
“Okay fine, I’ll admit the guy is pretty good, but I can still take him,” I said with a shrug as I watched the man stand down there as Flavio floated down to heal them.
“I think I know of a way to counter him,” Domitor said as he rubbed his chin.
“Don’t tell me,” I chuckled, patting my katana. “I’m gonna just beat him at his own game.”
“That’s incredibly stupid of you,” he sighed.
“Nah, I got this,” I said, giving him a thumbs up as I pushed myself up, knowing I’d be called on here soon. “Just you three sit back and watch me kick his skinny ass.”
“Oh this’ll be fun,” Floria commented, giving Vanilla a playful shove. “What do you think, Van’s?”
“I concur,” she simply said, bringing a frown to Floria’s face.
“Come on, show some emotions, Honey Bun,” she said in an almost pleading voice. Yet Vanilla just smiled wider. Floria just stared at her with a sad look on her face.
“Anyways!” I exclaimed, not liking the awkward mood that was slowly starting to creep up on me. “Wish me luck, fucknuts!” I began to stroll towards the edge of the seats, aiming to just jump down when Flavio announced me.
Which didn’t take long as he returned to his platform and began to do his elaborate introduction of the final round.
Leaning up against it, I opened my menu, looking my stats over. I was about to pump them all into strength again, but Rosemary placed a hand in front of me.
“Wait, before you make this choice, I need to explain your new ability; VofKai,” she said, causing me to groan. “No, you’ll love this one.”
“How?” I asked, rubbing my face.
“The best way to explain this, for someone like you to understand, is this; in that TV show you love so much, the fighting one.”
“Dragon Ball Z?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as she peaked my interest.
“Yes, that one,” she said with a nod. “When the hero-”
“Goku,” I corrected her, turning my full attention to her.
“Yes, when Goku is trying to fight his first two real threats, he learned a new ability that increased his powers for a short period of time.”
“Bitch, are you saying I have a Kaioken ability?!” I asked as I began to bounce in place in excitement.
“In essence, yes,” she confirmed, causing me to get a bit giggly as I rubbed my hands together. “VofKai can be active for as long as you want, but the longer it’s up the more strain it’ll place on your body and Soul. It’ll increase all your stats by a wide margin, and will allow you to perform feats that normally you could never do. With better stats and practice you can negate some of the negative effects of using VofKai, but for now you need to be careful with how long you use it.”
“Oh trust me, I can handle it for a LONG time,” I laughed, my mind racing with all the cool shit I could do with this.
“To get the most out of it, you need to increase the Ego stat, that way it’ll increase your power even further,” she said, tapping at my menu. “VofKai is the perfect ability to mix with any and all of your other abilities. It can even be stacked up on itself, but that’ll put a strain on your body.”
“Exactly like Kaioken,” I replied, smirking. “I’ve always wanted a powerup that I could activate whenever.”
“I’m serious, for now just use it as needed. If you activate it too early you might end up burning out before you win the fight, so choose the correct moment to use this ability. And do NOT stack it right now,” she warned sternly.
“Yeah yeah,” I muttered as I proceeded to dump all fifteen skill points into Ego.
“... I still would’ve spread those out,” she complained, but I just shrugged.
“Shane Beltosh, it is your time to return to the arena one final time!” Flavio announced, causing me to smirk as I grabbed the railing and threw myself over, landing onto the solid ground below me.
Standing up straight I began to stroll towards my spot as my opponent watched me with his hands behind his back, his eyes squinted for some reason.
As I reached my starting position he gave me a nod, “I have been watching all of your fights, Shane Beltosh.”
“Then you know you’re in for a world of hurt, huh?” I asked, smirking at him as I flexed my right arm.
“On the contrary, I’ve noticed you fighting recklessly and without concern for yourself,” he said in a calm tone, causing me to shrug at him.
“Yeah? But look where that’s gotten me,” I pointed out, placing my left hand on the sheath of my sword.
“In a real world setting, your recklessness would’ve ended in your death,” he countered. “Yet I respect you and your honor code. You have shown you do not wish to kill your opponents, and that is rare in these trying times. So I will return the favor by only incapacitating you for this match. There is no need for either of us to die here today.” He then bowed, “I am your final opponent today; Ensam Feng.”
I could think of a thousand insults for this guy, but something inside of me told me to keep my mouth shut.
“Alright then,” I said as I rolled my shoulders. “I’m not going to be using any ranged attacks, so do with that information as you will.”
The corners of his lips slowly curled into a small grin as he stared at me, “if you are to be believed, then this fight shall be enlightening to both of us.”
“Sure,” I shrugged as the bell rang.
Unlike previous rounds I decided against just dashing in and engaging him.
Ensam pulled out a wooden sword and held it out to his side, “I shall meet your bokken with one of my own. It’s only fair.”
“Whatever helps you feel better about losing,” I replied as I began to advance on him, keeping myself lowered into a fighting stance, hand on the handle of my katana as it rested in its sheath.
He began to stroll towards me as well, keeping his sword held out to his side as he kept his calm gaze locked on my own.
As I neared him I suddenly dashed forward, drawing and slicing with my katana in one fluid motion. However he simply turned his body, completely dodging my attack. Before I could react his own sword moved like a blur in front of me, causing me to be pelted with at least five strikes before I could get my sword into position to block. Our wooden blades connected with a massive whoosh of air.
“Impressive,” he said as I used my wings to dash to the side, trying to perform a slice for his legs, but he casually brought his sword around and caught mine, easily deflecting it. “But you are an amateur with the blade. Barely any technique, just the bare fundamentals and brute strength.”
“You want technique?” I growled as I swung for him, watching as his blade flew up to meet mine again. But I stopped my attack and shot my left hand out, catching his blade. “How’s this for a technique!”
All he did was raise an eyebrow as I swung my sword hard for him as I held him firmly in place. But as I neared him he punched a fist at me, sending a massive amount of wind right into my face, sending me flying backwards as I lost my footing.
“Always be ready for the unexpected,” he lectured as I stumbled across the ground and landed in a kneeling posture, eye twitching in anger. “Your mind seems troubled, Mr. Beltosh. As if you have a massive burden upon your shoulders.”
“Yeah, life be like that,” I growled as I stood up and placed my katana back in its sheath, resuming my fighting stance.
“Let me be serious for a moment, try and keep up,” he said as he sliced his sword through the air, causing all of the dust and dirt on the ground around us to fly upwards due to the sheer power of his movements, followed by him dashing towards me at an incredibly high speed.
I could just barely track his approach as I drew my sword and attempted to catch him, but he flew past me, resheathing his sword as he posed behind me. My eyes went wide as I felt a massive wave of pressure approaching. The air before me filled with flashes of his blade as the after images hit me with so much force I almost dropped my sword. But I held firm as I took a few too many hits before I got my own blade up to block a few of the attacks.
Finally it ended as I stood there, breathing heavily from the beating I’d just received. He was still standing right behind me, our sides right next to each other.
Shit… this guy is...
“You have potential,” he said calmly as I held my sword in front of myself, not ready to turn on him to attack yet. I honestly need a second to recover after that. “Attack me. I will only parry and counter.”
“Stop trying to teach me shit,” I grumbled as my Perception Field spread around me, catching him in it. Time seemed to stop as I spun around and went for a strike on his face, but just as it was about to make contact, his sword seemed to spin and hit my own, knocking it aside as I went off balance from missing the attack.
He struck out with his palm, hitting me in the face hard enough to knock me away from himself, and even sent my helmet flying away from me.
“Head wear such as that hinders your sight,” he pointed out as he turned to fully face me.
I just grinded my teeth as I rolled my shoulders, time to mix up my approach.
No flying messes things up, but they said nothing about ‘jumping’.
Time for me to be serious as well. Now he’s fucked.
Squaring up with him, I dashed towards him, eyes locked on his. As I neared I sliced my sword through the air, but he just parried it upward. However I let the momentum carry me as I dashed backwards and then jumped forward, using my wings to launch myself higher into the air. I came straight down on him, performing a front spin midair as I sliced vertically.
He of course blocked that, but that wasn’t my real attack as my back foot came right behind my katana and caught him in the face.
I landed on the ground in a ready stance as he stumbled back a bit, his still mostly closed eyes locked on mine.
“Now things are getting fun,” he said with a cool smile as he held his sword out to his side again.
Not wanting to have a dialogue I propelled myself forward, spinning through the air using my wings so that as I reached him I performed two quick attacks, which he easily deflected. I followed with my momentum as I slithered across the ground and used my tail to try and swipe his legs as I performed a heavy upward strike.
His own tail shot out and wrapped itself around mine, holding tight as his sword parried my attack. We gripped each other's tails tightly as we held close as I began to attack him over and over again, putting everything I had into each strike as I tried to maneuver my blade around his incredible defense.
I kept pushing myself to increase my speed more and more, starting to move so fast that I’m pretty sure anyone watching could no longer follow our movements as my arms and upper body moved in almost a blur. But he was unaffected as he just matched my speed no matter how much I increased it.
Even activating my Perception Field didn’t help as he still moved to block any attack I threw out. Our tails were in a tug of war with each other as we tried to pull the other off of their feet.
“Now, I will fight back,” he announced as his stance changed. He blocked one of my strikes with his hand as his sword flew past my guard and hit me right in the face. My head recoiled back, but I held my ground as I kept up my attack, now having to block as he began to counter me.
Shit this isn’t looking good!
“Use it!” I heard Rosemary yell in my head.
Good enough time as any!
As I blocked a counter attack, I flexed as I activated a skill. “VofKai!”
A cyan glow spread around my body as I felt myself increase in power. My attacks began to reach a point I could barely keep up with them, but he just smiled as he just matched my speed.
I gritted my teeth as my blade was now just leaving after images that he was still able to see and defend against. Not only that, he was countering me! What is this guy?!
Out of nowhere his hand shot out and grabbed my jacket, followed by his sword slamming right down into my left shoulder so hard that I crumbled in on myself. He followed this up by using his tail to sling me across the arena.
My body bounced and rolled across the ground a bit before I slid to a stop.
I grunted as I coughed and began to push myself up, seeing that he was waiting for me to stand up before reengaging me. My shoulder burned from the hit, but at least it wasn’t broken or dislocated.
“Come on, bro! Beat him already! My new body hinges on you winning this!” someone in the stands yelled out, causing Ensam to shake his head.
Ignoring the yelling guy in the stands, I focused as I kept up VofKai.
The fact he was keeping up with me with this shit active is just dumbfounding. But that doesnt matter. I can still win this, I just need to stay focused.
“Mr. Beltosh,” Ensam said as he began to walk towards me. “I am sorry, but my protégé is a bit impatient. If you don’t mind, I’m going to go all out and end this, as a show of respect for you and your potential.”
“Go all out? Yeah, you do that, you’ll need it,” I grunted as I prepared myself.
“Do not do that,” Rosemary warned sternly, but I ignored her.
The music in my head changed from its normal tune to a totally different one as Ensam neared me.
He exploded towards me as I clenched my jaw as I yelled, “VofKai times two!”
Ego exploded out of my body as I felt myself get unbelievably stronger, but at the same time my body felt like it was burning up from the inside out. It wasn’t that bad, so I could withstand it!
The moment he reached me it felt like a wave of pressure slammed into me as his sword flashed so fast I barely could follow it, but thanks to my boost in power I was able to meet him with my own blade, our two swords clashing together violently as we tried to break through the others defenses.
We were now a match it seemed, as I could just barely keep up with him at his full power, but he didn’t seem phased as he kept up his assault. The area around us began to break up and get blown away as each of our strikes had so much power behind them that each time they landed they shattered everything around us.
I began to lose as his attacks began to increase in intensity and speed, reaching a point I feared was beyond me!
“Fuck!” I yelled out as I began to strain to keep up with him.
“NO!” Rosemary roared.
“VofKai times three!”
It felt like my body was breaking as my power soared even higher, to a point I clearly was not ready for. But I pushed through it as I caught back up to him.
One of his attacks hit just right, causing me to be pushed back, but we didn’t relent as we began to dash around the arena, clashing swords each time we neared each other. And each time our swords clashed the ground around us exploded, leaving craters everywhere.
My body was burning up so fast I feared I’d drop before I was able to defeat him!
On one of our collisions he sent a wave of wind at my face, causing my vision to blur for just a moment. Which was long enough for him to parry my sword and get his sword through to my face.
But my hand shot up and caught his blade, slowing it just enough that when he hit my face it sent me flying back, but not knock me out.
I tumbled for just a moment before I caught myself and landed upright, sword up and ready.
Yet he didn’t push his attack as he stared at me with his eyes fully open, an impressed look on his face.
We began to approach each other again, but this time we didn’t attack each other as we got within a foot of each other, staring each other down as we held an intense stare between the two of us.
This guy… is incredible.
“Shane, you’ve impressed me,” he said as he continued to hold my gaze.
I grinned at him as I gave a nod, “I respect you, Ensam. I’ve never fought someone like you before.”
He smiled as he held out his hand, “then let’s acknowledge one another fully.”
My hand reached out and gripped his as we shook hands firmly.
“Now, let’s finish this,” he said as he broke the handshake and began to walk backwards.
“My real name is Shayla by the way,” I said as I took a few steps back, sheathing my sword.
“Shayla Beltosh,” he mouthed as he held his sword out to his side. “It has been a pleasure fighting you. Give me your all, right now. May the better swordsman come out on top.”
“I will if you give me your all as well,” I replied as we both lowered a bit.
Everything went quiet as we stared at each other. If we’re going all out, then this fight will end very quickly. I need to go beyond my limits here.
I swear I could hear Rosemary groan as I prepared myself.
“VofKai…” I said slowly as the wind began to pick up around us as Ensam prepared himself as well. “Times…” He smiled at me, his body lurching forward as he moved right for me. “Five!”
The Ego exploded out of me so violently that it seemed to rival his wind as it bore down on me. My body screamed in absolute agony, but I pushed through it as I dashed forward as well.
As we neared each other, our blades flashed, followed by both of us sliding past each other as I sheathed my sword. The moment it clicked into its sheath I heard him gasp, bringing a relieved smile to my face.
But that was short lived as the realization hit me. My body jerked and twisted as I was pelted with so many hits I lost count and could only get beat like a rag doll. As soon as the onslaught ceased I fell to my knees, completely spent as VofKai ended violently, causing my body to expand and deflate, followed by blood pouring out of every orifice and wound.
“I warned you,” I heard Rosemary whisper as I sat there slumped on my knees.
Behind me I heard Ensam groan as he walked over to me.
Painfully I turned my head to see him, his left arm ruined and his chest wide open as my slice had so much power behind it that it sliced right through him as if it was a metal blade. But he was still standing as he raised his sword and put it right under my chin.
“Amazing, Shayla,” he grunted, seeming just as spent as me. “Now yield.”
I stared up at him, holding a stern gaze. But after a few moments I lost it and began to laugh hoarsely. It devolved into coughing as my body was done for and unable to do much now.
“Yeah… I yield,” I said after I recovered my breath, accepting defeat for the first time in my entire life.
Quest failed! ‘Rank S+: Win Tournament!’
A look of relief washed over his face as he put his sword away and fell to his knees next to me. “Thank you.”
“For what?” I grimaced, the pain in my body just increasing more and more as my adrenaline wore off.
“For making me go all out. It’s been far too long,” he said as he held his bleeding chest. He then regarded his shattered left arm, “if I hadn’t sacrificed this arm, you’d’ve won that exchange.”
“I did my best,” I admitted, coughing up a decent amount of blood.
“Amazingly dramatic finish, brodies!” Flavio exclaimed as he landed next to us and placed a hand on either of us, slowly healing our wounds. “Congratulations, Ensam Feng, you are our groovtastic winner! Galben will grant you your favor as soon as you are finished being healed!” He then looked at me with a look of sympathy, “I’m sorry, Shane. You put up an epic fight, but second place doesn’t come with any kind of reward.”
“It’s okay,” I groaned as it was taking a bit to heal my wounds. “I wasn’t going to be able to use it anyways. I’m under contract to-” I stopped talking as I saw the dark form of Rig’s shadow thing looming up behind Flavio, smiling right at me.
Flavio seemed to sense this as he turned and saw the shadowy creature. “Ah, so someone with a Contract style Thorn has you in their grasp?”
I couldn’t respond to that as I stared at the smiling face of the shadow creature.
“Unfortunate,” Ensam muttered as he finished healing before me, standing up.
“Yes! You beat that weak guy like he was nothing!” the guy from the stands yelled as he rushed over to Ensam. “Now lets go get me my new body!”
Ensam regarded the man with a stern look, “if you will wait, I will. But I will remain here till my former opponent is healed and back on their feet.”
“Nah, forget them, go do it now!”
“Barnaby!” Ensam snapped suddenly, causing all of us but Flavio to flinch. “Be patient or else.”
“Or else?! You promised, forget your opponent, you wiped the floor with them! Let’s just go get my new bod and get out of here!” the Halwen named Barnaby exclaimed.
Ensam began to rub his face, looking annoyed.
“You good, Shayla?” Domitor asked as he ran up to me and knelt down, looking worried.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I assured him, feeling a mixture of emotions after losing. Sure I accept it, but that doesn't mean I like it. This marks the one and only time I’ve lost a fair fight, and I wasn’t sure how to process that.
“Well, I thought you were amazing out there,” he said with a reassuring smile, reaching out and wiping some blood from my face. “I couldn’t even see you two for most of that fight.”
“Thanks, Domitard,” I said with a smile as I let him clean my face of blood.
“Cute little couple!” Flavio exclaimed with a wide smile, causing me to frown and push Domitor’s hoof away. That was enough of that then.
Domitor just rolled his eyes at me as he continued to help me by fixing my jacket and mane, which had come loose from its ponytail and was hanging all round my face now.
“Here,” Floria said as she walked up, holding my helmet for me.
“Thanks, bud,” I said as I took it and put it away in my Personal Inventory to let it get repaired.
“Now how the fuck did you do all that?!” she asked excitedly as Vanilla stepped up behind her, looking the same as she had all morning.
“Just skill,” I winked, not wanting to explain everything.
“All good to go!” Flavio said as he stood up and smiled at all of us. “Thanks to you two, this event has been amazing! Out of all the contestants we had here, you two were the funniest to announce for!”
Ensam bowed gracefully, “it was my pleasure, my good sir.” He then turned to me and held out a hand. “And thank you, Shayla Beltosh, for an amazing duel.”
I couldn’t help but smile as I took his hand and allowed him to pull me up. “Hey, you’re the first person to fairly beat me in battle, so feel pretty proud of yourself.”
He chuckled at this, but then his face became serious. “I do not know what trauma or traumatic event you have faced, but there is no need to hide behind a mask and a false identity. You are strong enough to stand above all threats that you will face, you just have to take it all seriously.”
I regarded him with a conflicted look, feeling a mix of emotions. “Thank you, Ensam. But it’s honestly more complicated than that.”
“It doesn’t need to be,” he said in a wise voice. “Things are only as hard as we let them be. You can’t solve it all in a single day, but over time, you will triumph over whatever is troubling you.”
He didn’t know what I was going through, but hearing him say this made me feel a bit better. Things won't get better in just a few days, but if I keep pushing forward, then eventually I’ll be back to my normal self.
Or… what if I shouldn’t be fighting to get back to normal, but instead making a new normal for me that I’m just as happy with?
“That’s… very mature and profound of you,” Rosemary said in surprise, causing me to chuckle.
“Ensam, come on!” Barnaby whined, causing the Kejtdra to sigh.
“Flavio my good man, lead the way if you will,” Ensam said as he put his hands behind his back.
I let out a sigh as I reached over and ruffled up Domitor’s braided mane, much to his annoyance. “Come on, you guys, let’s get out of here.”
“Oh, Shane,” Flavio called out as he spun to face me. “Hold up a moment, brodam, Galben and I want to talk to you once we’re done with Ensam!”
“Uh… Okay?” I said with a confused frown, causing him to laugh as he struck a pose and then spun away, resuming his walk for Galben’s own platform.
“Well that’s either good or bad,” Floria muttered as she leaned into Vanilla’s side. “What do you think, Vantastic?”
“I believe the Great Galben wants to talk with Shane,” she said in a monotone voice, a smile plastered there as always.
“Damn it, give me something, Vanilla!” Floria snapped as she grabbed the taller Halwen by the shoulders and shook her. “Come on, you were so expressive and happy last night! Go back to that!”
“I am sorry, but I was not in my right mind last night,” she replied calmly, letting herself be shaken around.
“Quit that bullshit, you’re my friend and I don’t care if we haven’t known each other long, you’re already apart of my life and I don’t want you acting all robotic and shit!” Flora yelled as she shook her harder.
“If it will help I can attempt to be more ‘expressive’, would you like that?” she asked in a voice that clearly showed she was just saying what was expected of her.
“No! I want it to be real!” Floria exclaimed as she let go of Vanilla and began to walk away, her hands in her pockets.
“Floria, are you-” Domitor began, but she cut him off.
“You two make sure she doesn’t do something stupid, I need to cool off,” she called over her shoulder as she stomped away.
Vanilla just waved after her and turned to us, giving us that same creepy smile.
“You need to cut this shit out,” I growled at her, just causing her to cock her head.
“What do you mean?” she asked in a way that made me want to deck her in the face right here and now.
Domitor must have seen me clenching my fist because he stepped between us. “Alright, let’s all just take a step back and cool off. Okay, Shayla?”
“Yeah,” I grumbled as I turned and looked away from her, not wanting to actually hurt her.
“Fuck me, this group is screwed up,” I heard Domitor mutter to himself.
Yeah, we are.
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Re-upload because I'm dumb and forgot a single part of this chapter near the end.
Chapter 54
“The entire arena is shaking due to the sheer power of their blows! These two are out of this world!” Flavio exclaimed in so much excitement it practically flowed out of the radio.
The three in the train car all stood there, full attention locked on the words coming out of the radio. They’d all gotten so into the fight that they’d all just jumped up and been reacting to each announcement with enthusiasm.
“Shane’s body is glowing an intense blue color, but it appears to also be smoking! As if he is burning from the inside out! Can he keep this up?!” Flavio seemed to be on the edge of his seat, just like his audience. “Ensam has momentarily blinded Shane with a gust of wind to the face! He’s broken through Shane’s defenses and seems to be going for- NO! Shane caught the blade with his hand and has been sent flying!”
The sound of Scamp grinding her teeth could clearly be heard as she clenched her mechanical fist.
“The two are now posing up and approaching each other again! What will they do next?!” a moment of silence passed. “Folks, you’re not going to believe it, but they’re face to face and seem to be talking! Let’s listen in!”
There was a squawk of static as the mic seemed to be lowering quickly.
“-acknowledge one another fully,” a new male voice said as the mic neared them.
There was a short pause before the same man spoke again, “now, let’s finish this.”
The sounds of footsteps moving away from the mic could be heard, then a new voice spoke up suddenly.
“My real name is Shayla by the way,” a raspy female voice said, causing everyone in the train car to go crazy.
“I knew it was Shayla!” Scamp yelled, looking completely overjoyed now that it was confirmed. She and her wife embraced immediately, squeezing each other tightly in relief that their daughter was still okay.
The radio squawked again as the mic was pulled back up to Flavio, “exciting stuff! The two contestants are powering up, looking to want to end this fight right here!”
“Shayla has gotten a lot more powerful than the last time I saw her,” Spark commented, getting a proud smile from the two women.
“That’s our daughter! She’s always working her ass off to overcome her problems!” Scamp proclaimed proudly as she slammed a hoof into her chest.
“If anything she’s thriving in an environment like this!” Mallogory exclaimed as she looked just as proud as her partner.
“Here we go, folkaronies! They’re dashing towards each other now!... and they’ve clashed! But it was so fast not even I am quite sure what I just witnessed! They’re standing with their backs to each other and… Ensam is hurt!”
“YES!” Scamp roared, pumping her fist triumphantly.
“What’s this?! Shane didn’t escape unhurt! He’s being pelted with the after images of attacks! They seem to be endless!” There was a silent pause as everyone leaned towards the radio. “And that’s it! Shane is down! Ensam is approaching! A sword to Shane’s throat!... Shane has yielded! Ensam is our winner!”
“Fuck!” Scamp bellowed, her mood swapping into rage as she punched a few holes in the wall next to her.
“Okay, calm down, Scamp,” Mallogory warned as she pulled her wife away from the wall as she tried to punch it a few more times.
“Damn it,” Scamp growled, shaking her head. She’d never seen her daughter lose in a tournament setting, so she wasn’t used to the feeling. And it felt shitty. She felt bad for her daughter, knowing this must be a devastating moment for her, and she wasn’t there to comfort her.
Of course she knew her daughter wouldn’t win all of her fights, but up to this point she had, and Scamp had wanted to be there when she lost her first one. To guide her through the process. As a person used to winning is affected the most by a simple loss. She knew this all too well.
“She’s going to be okay,” Mallogory assured her as she pulled her into a hug, trying to sooth her raging wife as she stroked her mane.
Spark just stood there, shocked that she’d lost as well. This Ensam guy must’ve been worse than Flavio made him sound, because that’s the only way he could see Shayla losing to someone after having that much power at her disposal.
“This train needs to hurry up,” Scamp growled, letting her wife hold her so she wouldn’t destroy any more of the train.
“We’ll be there by tomorrow morning, so just hang in there, my love,” Mallogory assured her.
Scamp just grumbled to herself, hating the thought that her daughter was dealing with this loss alone.
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“You know if you used a real sword you’d wipe the floor with anyone you fought, right?” Floria said as we all stood around waiting in a hallway.
“Yep, I am aware,” I muttered, rubbing my face.
“Then do it.”
I just shook my head, “I’m not out here to kill people, so I’m good.”
“Killing people isn’t that bad,” she chuckled as she pointed at herself and Domitor. “I mean look at us, we kill people, ain’t nothing wrong with us.”
“I remember the face of everyone I’ve killed,” Domitor said in a monotone voice as he looked at his hooves with an emotionless expression on his face. “They haunt me.”
“Okay, but look at me! I’m not bothered by it, and I’ve been doing it for years!” She said, ignoring Domitor as he stared at his hooves. “So let’s go pop that cherry and kill some bad guys!”
I just stared at her with a ‘what the fuck’ style expression. “No.”
She blinked a few times then just shrugged, “suit yourself. What about you, Vanchilla? Kill anyone yet?”
Vanilla just stood there and gave a single head shake, “violence is unbecoming of a Cakehursts such as myself. I am no Maiden.”
“Am I the only one here who’s okay with killing?!” she asked, looking between all of us, getting two blank stares, and one static smile, in return. “Well shit, maybe I need to reevaluate myself…” she muttered, fidgeting with her broken faceplate.
“Alrighty, Shane! We are ready for you!” Flavio called out as he leaned out of a doorway at the end of the hallway.
Pushing myself off the wall I waved for my friends to follow me.
Upon stepping through the door we found ourselves in an overly fancy room, with statues of Galben everywhere, in various poses.
“Ew,” I muttered as we walked towards a massive throne where Galben himself sat with a glass of wine in his large hands.
“We must admit we enjoyed your performances,” he said to me as we came to a stop in front of him. “Too bad you were not strong enough to win.”
“What the big guy means is,” Flavio said as he slinked up beside the large serpent-like body of Galben, “we’re both very impressed with you. The light you give off is beyond any we’ve seen. The same for your partner in crime there,” he gestured to Domitor, causing both of us to frown.
“Hmm,” Galben hummed as he held up a hand, causing a strange tube to come out of it and enter the glass of wine, slowly draining it.
My frown deepened at this, but I chose to not say anything about what I was witnessing. Luckily the rest of my friends decided to keep their mouths shut as well.
“So... uh… what did you two want to talk to me about?” I asked, unable to take my eyes off of the strange way he was drinking his wine.
“Where did you achieve this power of yours?” Galben asked, or more demanded by the tone of his voice. “It is not a Thorn.”
“And you two give off some wackadoo vibes to boot!” Flavio added excitedly.
I glanced at Domitor, who just shrugged at me when he noticed me looking at him. “Eh… that’s a bit hard to explain.”
“Try,” Galben said sternly.
“Erm, so like…. We’re not actually from this dimension,” at their blank stares, I add, “as in, we don't come from this world at all.”
“And that power is called Ego,” Domitor interjected. “It uses the Soul to create powers for each person. So in that regard, it’s similar to Thorn’s. The only difference is anyone can unlock their Ego, while from what I know these Thorn’s are very rare, since they kill something like ninty five percent of those who attempt to get one.”
I just stared at him dumbfounded as he turned to me and smiled.
“I’ve been doing a lot of questioning since we’ve been here.”
“Good shit,” I said, giving him a little praise before turning back to Flavio and Galben. “So yeah, that’s basically it.”
Galben shook his head at me, “such power is wasted on one such as yourself. We do not sense much in the way of intelligence coming from you.”
I scowled at him, but Domitor and Floria snickered, “yeah, I never claimed to be a smart mare. Is that why I’m here? To be insulted?”
“Of course not, broham!” Flavio assured me, but Galben laughed loudly.
“You are here because we demanded it, to sate our intrigue,” he said with a smug look on his face, causing my eye to twitch. There’s only so much shit I can take, even from someone like this, before I say some out of left field shit. “If we desire to insult your lowly self, we shall.”
“Mighty sorry about Galby here, he has a bit of trouble connecting with people without hurting them,” Flavio apologized, forcing a laugh. “If you wouldn't mind, could you tell us what you wanted to use your favor for?”
“Well,” Domitor began, knowing I couldn’t talk about it, “those two are under a Thorn Contract with a guy named Rig Fanden, and he made them come up here so they could win it for him.”
“Our favor was for the winner, not a third party,” Galben stated firmly, looking pretty annoyed. “Trying to game the system would not be wise.”
“But that’s now what I wanted,” I interjected, getting their attention. “I wanted to use the favor to get back home.”
“I think that would have been out of our range of things we can do, friendo,” Flavio admitted, getting a growl from Galben. “But!” he added before Galben could speak, “we might know of how to help you.”
“But I didn’t win the favor, so why would you help me?” I asked, a bit confused.
“What’s the catch?” Floria asked from behind me.
“Oh there’s no catch, we just like you,” Flavio laughed. “You got that mojo that is rare to see nowadays. Plus you made the last round exciting! So we won’t give you any kind of favor, but we can point you in the right direction!”
I looked between the two, trying to see the angle here, but it was hard to gather anything with Flavio standing there looking absolutely excited while Galben just glaring at us.
“Okay then, go for it,” I said, crossing my arms.
Flavio jumped down and landed in front of us, his body collapsing into itself like a slinky toy before shooting right back up to normal, which caught me way off guard. I did not think his body could do shit like that.
“Over the years folkaronies have gone missing while searching for a way to leave Eris, and for the longest time I thought they were just dying. But then later those same people would show back up with tales of other worlds,” he said, his clothing changing into that of a professor as he adjusted a fake pair of glasses on his face.
I just blinked at him in confusion, as watching his body morph around into new clothing was… disturbing.
“Galby over here has been interested in this topic for years, so I’ve done a little digging, ya dig?” he said as he struck a little pose for effect. “So far I’ve got nothing. BUT! I have a hunch, a mundo bingo level hunch!”
He didn’t elaborate, just smiled at me like he was waiting for something.
“Eh… what’s your hunch?” I asked after a moment, realizing he wanted me to ask him that question.
“I’m glad you asked, babllama!” he exclaimed as he struck a different pose, hand straight up in the air. “The top of the tree at Frokinko! There’s a few labs run by the government up there that hold some very tembyoupa stuff! And from what I can tell they’ve added a few new items to that little collection. Namely something that allowed a massively wanted criminal to escape from them! It is my mocha blontay hunch that that item is a way off of Eris!”
“Huh…” I rubbed my chin, thinking. My mom mentioned she’d found a hermit that had an item that allowed her to leave Eris. Maybe this is a similar item… “How do I get up there?”
He chuckles, pointing at Vanilla, “you have the solution to all your problems right in your group! A Cakehurst is the key to everything in this situation.”
I glanced back at Vanilla, who’s smile was wavering a bit, a look of discomfort seeming to threaten to take over. But she snapped out of it and went right back to that stupid ass smile.
“Lucky us then,” I muttered as I turned back to them. “Anything else you can tell me?”
Flavio wasn’t looking at me, but right at Vanilla, a frown on his face, “well that’s not groovy at all.”
“What?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at his sudden shift in moods.
“Your friend there, she’s had some… terrible things happen to her that’s affecting her right now,” he said, seeming to also be a bit uncomfortable. “Whoa, that is a weak Sucro aura.”
We all looked back at her as she shook a bit, trying to keep up her happy façade, “I am fine.”
“She is not, not at all,” Flavio countered. “I do not know what has caused her to vibe like this, but you three need to watch out for her.”
“I am fine,” she repeated, but this time her voice cracked a bit, causing her to clear her throat a few times.
“See, Cakehursts normally have this deflated puff pastry vibe to them, however your friend is looking a lot closer to a melted soggy mess,” Flavio said as we all looked at Vanilla, who clearly did not like all this attention.
At least she was somewhat showing emotion now.
“That is enough,” Galben said sternly from behind us. “We are not here to help them with their pitiful problems. Our interest has waned in this matter.” He started to lift himself up, but then he glared right at me and Floria, who stood right behind me. “Rig Fanden, what a greedy name,” he raised his hand, causing a light to shine over us.
I had to look away as the bright light was cast over us, seeming to wash away all the shadows around us, and even the ones within us, as I felt… cleaner now.
“There, that is for the entertainment you’ve provided us, now leave this place,” he all but growled as he slithered for a large door in the room.
“What did he just do?” I asked, looking at Flavio.
“Aw, big guy does care,” he said as little hearts exploded out where his eyes were. “He just severed the connection between you two and that dubious Contract Thorn.”
It took a few moments for what he said to register with me, and when it did, a massive feeling of relief washed over me.
Quest complete! 25 skill points awarded!
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
Passive Skill awaiting selection!
Access to Gear Shop unlocked!
You have 34 unspent skill points!
“Wait wait wait,” Floria exclaimed behind me, rushing past me and grabbing onto the shoulders of the taller Flavio, “are you saying he just got us out of our contracts?!”
“Yupperdoodles!” he laughed, causing her to let him go and fall on her ass.
She placed both hands on her head as she began to rock back and forth silently.
“Erm…” I looked around awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. Do we just let her have her moment? Or do we say something here?
Domitor seemed to be in the same boat as we watched her rock, even Flavio took a few steps back, smiling but looking unsure of how to react.
Then she began to cry, and not normal cries either, but full on wailing.
We all stood there, not sure of what to do for her.
Then Vanilla walked past us and stepped up next to Floria as she sat hunched over crying into her hands. She bent over and placed a hand on Floria’s shoulder.
“It is okay,” she said simply, but still in that customer service voice, with the smile still plastered on her face.
Floria, still crying, looked up at Vanilla, her face a mess from tears and snot. “Thanks, Vanny…” she then choked back a few sops as she looked back to her messy hands. “... I just… I’m free…”
She latched onto Vanilla’s legs and held onto her as she resumed crying. Vanilla just stood up straight and put her hands behind her back, standing like a smiling statue as she let the shorter woman cry into her legs.
I looked at Flavio and gave a small smile, “so… I guess tell Galben thanks for us.”
“You got it, dudette,” he said, reverting back to his normal mood as he gave me a thumbs up. “We’ll probably keep an eye out for you four, just in case.”
I gave a nod as we all looked back at the two women.
A small smile danced onto my face as I knelt down next to Domitor so I could lean against him.
I’m just happy I don’t have to worry about Rig anymore.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 55
The four of us stepped out of the coliseum and began our walk to the edge of the island so we could fly down to the city far below. Honestly I am not looking forward to carrying Vanilla, she’s still kind of creeping me out with that wide smile that just never seems to leave her face.
“So we’re going to the top of the tree?” Domitor asked with a frown.
“Denmor,” Floria interjected. “The tree's name is Denmor.”
“Eh yeah, we’re going to the top of Denmor to get into those labs and figure out how to get home,” I replied as I sighed, because I just knew this wasn’t going to be simple.
Quest accepted! ‘Rank S+: Reach the labs at the peak of Denmor!’
Quest accepted! ‘Rank X: Return home!”
… what the fuck is a Rank X?
“Milestone Quest,” Rosemary chimed in as she walked beside me. “Think of them as the main storyline quest in a video game.”
‘I don’t play video games,’ I thought to her in annoyance, as she keeps trying to use games as a reference for everything.
“Okay, then think of it as the main goal of each of the sessions of Dragon Ball Z. They work through each session with one goal in mind, and that’s what a Milestone Quest is.”
‘Huh, okay I get it now,’ I thought as I nodded a bit. ‘In the future just use DBZ as a reference point, it’s so much easier to understand.’
She snickered at me a bit but didn’t let me in on what was so funny. “Anyways, a Milestone Quest has a quest reward and award between one hundred and two hundred skill points.”
I stumbled a little when I heard this. That’s a lot of points!
“Yes it is!” She laughed. “Shayla likes big numbers?”
‘I do, they-‘ I narrowed my eyes at her as I realized she was making fun of me. ‘Assfucker.’
We still had a bit more walking to go before we reached the edge, and the group was mostly quiet outside of Floria bugging Vanilla. Who seemed to be doing her best to keep her eyes forward and not react to her.
So I decided to check over the stuff I unlocked after completing that Rank S+ quest.
First I decided to check out the item shop and see about getting something fucking cool.
“Please, just do this one thing for me,” Rosemary begged as she leaned next to me. “Get a real weapon as a backup, just in case.”
I shook my head, ‘I’m not-‘
“You don’t have to kill anyone, just have it in case a threat presents itself and you HAVE to save one of your friends.”
I scowled at her, not wanting to indulge the thought. But to be honest, she did have a point. If a non-sentient creature attacked us then I’d feel better having a real sword to kill it.
‘Fine,’ I conceded as I opened the weapons category and swiped over to the melee weapons. ‘Just something simple, though.’
“Then might I suggest a Bonding weapon?” She said as she pointed to a different menu. Upon pressing it I saw a different selection of weapons to appear. “They get stronger as you do, so they’re similar to an Ego weapon in that regard.”
‘Sweet.’ I scanned through the pictures of weapons, looking for one that spoke to me.
‘That one,’ I thought as I selected one of them.
“A longsword? Why not stay with the aesthetic we got going on?” She asked, a bit pouty.
‘What aesthetic?’ I asked dumbly, causing her to groan.
“This is all lost on you, isn’t it?”
‘What?’
“I rest my case,” she said, chuckling a bit as she faded away.
I checked my Personal Inventory and saw that the new sword was waiting there for me. Selecting it caused it to appear on my hip, with Jessie Stabby’s handle sticking out above the longsword making it easier to grab the wooden sword. Both swords sat perfectly on my left hip.
‘I shall name you… uh…’ I rubbed my neck, thinking hard. ‘... Ah! Sir Stabsalot!’
The Longsword glowed for a second as it accepted the name it’d been given.
Well now that that’s sorted, guess I should pick a new Passive Skill.
“Alright, this is another important choice,” Rosemary stressed from within my head. “Level ten passives only come once, and this is when you get to pick what you’ll be immune to.”
‘Seriously? That’s pretty bitchin’ at least,’ I thought as I looked the long list over, seeing some pretty cool ones.
“Now, there is one that is simply the best, and it’s what Loric and I wished we’d picked, it’s-”
I selected Electrical Immunity, since I hated getting shocked by that one asshole that worked for Rig. Plus my mom’s keep warning me about going out in lightning storms, so I’d like to get around that shit.
“... you fucking idiot,” Rosemary cursed as she appeared next to me, catching me off guard as I looked at her. “If you would just listen for a second and not just click things, you would have heard me telling you to pick Ego Immunity! It would’ve made it so no one else's Ego could affect you! That goes for all Soul based abilities! You fucking donkey!”
‘Geez, sorry,’ I frowned, not used to her being so… hostile and crude. That’s kinda my thing, she’s supposed to be the calm and collected one.
“Why can’t you just…” she trailed off and sighed, “I’m sorry, but you need to think before you act. It’s going to get you killed, or worse.”
‘What could be worse than dying?’ I asked as we all neared the edge of the island.
“So much,” she muttered as she faded away with a grim look on her face.
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Louie jumped through the portal opening and landed inside of the Enforcer’s Order Hall, overjoyed to finally be allowed here.
“This is so cool!” he exclaimed while he ran around the room as Nova and the others stepped through the portal as well.
“Very… extravagant?” Nova said as she saw the high ceiling and bland decor.
“Trust me, it looks better in other parts of the Hall,” Roxxy assured her as they all watched Louie sprint around the room, barking at everything he saw.
“Two new Enforcer’s?! Amazing!” Luzzumi exclaimed as he rushed into the room, clapping his hands.
“Whoa! A Dwarf!” Louie barked as he ran over to the short man, bouncing around him.
“Ah! A talking Canis lupus familiaris with a human soul 'ithin it!” Luzzumi laughed as he reached down and patted the excited Louie.
“A what?” the little dog asked, looking confused.
“As entertaining as this is, we’re in a hurry,” Roxxy interrupted, walking up and bumping hoof to fist with Luzzumi.
“Of course!” the man said as he waved for them all to come forward, “I’ve resupplied the Enforcer’s Time Chamber just as requested.”
She gave a nod, then sighed as she looked at the excited Louie. “And I guess give him his Ego as well.”
“Yes!” Louie barked as his tail went crazy. “I want a super dope one!”
“I can nae control what you’ll get, but it’ll be exactly tha one ye need,” Luzzumi said as he stood before the little dog, reaching out his hand to place it over his head. He went through the process of unlocking Louie’s Ego.
“What’d I get?!” Louie barked, feeling a difference in his body.
“Huh, Pain Negation,” Luzzumi answered, causing Louie to cock his head. “You’re able ta negate all forms o' pain for yourself or others.”
“Cool, so I’m invulnerable now?!” Louie asked with a wide smile as he began to pull his knife out and stab himself.
“Whoa!” Luzzumi yelped as he snatched the knife from the little dog. “Ye be nae invulnerable, nor be ye more durable! Ye can just turn aff tha feeling o' pain so ye can take massive damage an' just keep on going, as long as your body be able ta move.”
“Oh… that’s not as useful,” Louie muttered, clearly not appreciating his new Ego. He then waved a paw at himself, “so what? I’m just a support guy now? I want to fight! And I can’t fight like this, or with this Ego!”
Bronwyn chuckled off to his side, causing him to look at her. “Oh little Louie, you’re looking at this all wrong.”
He barked at her while frowning, “does this dog body scream fighter to you? I was hoping to get some super amazing Ego that’d make up for this body. But now all I can do is stand on the sidelines and support you guys.”
“Not necessarily,” she said with a sly grin as she walked over and kneeled down next to him. “Let me ask you this; what fighting style are you interested in?”
Louie just looked at her, thinking back to his time on earth. A little smile appeared on his face as he leaned up and whispered into her ear.
“Really?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah!” he barked happily.
“Alright then,” she said as she stood and began to walk for one of the hallways. “Give me some time, I believe I have a solution for your canine body problem.”
She stopped as she reached the hallway, looking back at him, “and I may be able to find you some teachers for that… fighting style.”
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Domitor glided along as he watched Shayla fly around a bit aggressively, seeming to be trying to get Vanilla to react to her. It didn’t look like she was having any luck, as the Halwen just clung to her back and wasn’t having much of a reaction.
“I’m worried about her,” Floria muttered as she slowly unbraided his hair, like he’d asked.
“Which one?” He asked with a chuckle.
“Vanilla,” the short Kejtdra answered, not seeming to be in the mood to joke around. “This isn’t a normal breakdown. It’s like she’s been… reset.”
“Factory reset,” Domitor muttered, having thought the same thing after seeing how she’s been acting. “But I don’t get it. I know she was crushing on Shayla, but how could seeing… what she saw really affect her this badly?”
“I don’t really think it’s about you two,” she sighed, shaking her head. “It might’ve been the straw that broke the camel's back. I’ve been trying to get her to open back up again, but she just repeats crappy Cakehurst slogans. It’s like she’s a freaking doll or something.”
“Well you heard what Flavio said, something terrible must’ve happened to her in her past, and this could be a symptom of it. Basically PTSD.”
“You could be right with that PTSD crap,” she said as she playfully grabbed his neck. “You are too smart to be left alive, you must die.”
“Quite it,” he laughed as he shook her hands free. “I’ll drop you.”
“You wouldn’t drop little ol’ me, would ya?” she asked in a completely innocent voice.
“In a heartbeat,” he smirked as he looked over his shoulder at her, giving her a wink.
She chuckled and ruffled up his mane, getting it back to its normal style, “so I gots a question for you, Dommy.”
“I don’t like your questions,” he grumbled, watching as Shayla did a few barrel rolls.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but why Shayla?” she asked carefully, fidgeting with his mane.
He flew in silence for a few moments, not sure how to answer that.
“It just… happened,” he finally answered.
“No, I mean… I guess I mean why her at all? I thought you two hated each other?”
Domitor let out a deep sigh, as he wasn’t sure of that either. He wasn’t really that good at talking about his own personal feelings, but something in this moment made him want to at least try too with Floria.
“I dunno,” he muttered as Shayla’s laughs could be heard from where they were, “my emotions have always been messed up, ever since I was a kid. I just don’t know how to react to anything. And when we were fighting in that hotel room, going all in on each other, it was the first time I’ve felt alive. Like, not a husk of a stallion just walking around doing what needs to be done. Then when we kissed…”
Floria patted his side as he went silent, giving him encouragement.
“When we kissed,” he continued after a moment, “I… felt something I’ve never felt before. And it made me… happy.”
She combed his mane with her claws, a small smile on her face, “made everything make sense, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess it did,” he said softly. “I know she’s probably the meanest, rudest, douchest, and most aggressive mare I’ve ever met, but underneath all that is… someone special.”
“I could add a few dozen adjectives to that list of yours,” she joked as she finished up fixing his mane.
“I think I’ve always had these feelings for her,” he admitted, “I’ve just not been able to process them correctly due to… my father.”
“Oh I get that shit,” she said as she patted his side again. “Look, if she makes you happy, then I’m happy. She’s a unique person, I’ll give her that. But now I gotta ask another question.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.”
“What was it like staring down at that muscled up woman as she-”
“STOP!” he yelled, taking off at a fast pace to shut her up as she laughed like a mad woman.
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Later
Louie watched as everyone got ready to enter the Enforcer Time Chamber, whining loudly as Bronwyn had yet to return.
Just when everyone started to enter the chamber, he heard someone coming. His tail began to wage as he saw the woman enter the room and head straight for him.
“You are in luck, Louie,” she said as she held a strange rune covered item in her hand. “My friend Wyntir had one of these in his room.”
“What is it?!” he asked excitedly as she knelt before him.
“Well, you are under a very serious curse of some kind, but this is the single item in existence that can break a curse from the God’s. So I’m going to use it to change your form a bit,” she explained as she held the item between them.
“So I’ll be human again?” he asked, not sure how to feel about that.
“Oh no, your human form is probably gone forever,” she laughed, causing him to frown. “I’m not sure what form you will take on. Are you ready?”
“Just do it,” he said, standing on his little back legs, ready to be out of this little canine body.
She gave the item a squeeze and tossed it at him, where it hit him in the face and began to float right in front of him.
“What is it-”
He was cut off as it suddenly opened up and wrapped itself around his entire body, followed by a rainbow of colors exploding out of the cracks as it morphed around.
The woman stood up, watching as it began to grow in size, continuing till it was as tall as she was. A full six foot eight.
Finally the rune covered shell fell away, leaving everyone in the room a bit shocked.
“So? How do I look?” Louie asked as he stood there, eyes closed.
“How do I put this…” she began, but Dude walked up laughing.
“Bro, you look EXACTLY the same, just now you’re bipedal and shit. Oh and you got real hands now.”
Louie opened his eyes and looked himself over, very displeased with what he was seeing. He was still in a canine-like body, just now he had opposable thumbs. He was really tall, but lanky as hell. Skinner than Bronwyn even.
“I’m a bean pole!” he exclaimed, crossing his arms as he sighed. “Thanks, Bronwyn. This is at least better than being a normal dog.”
“That’s not all,” she said as she whistled loudly. “So, I tried to find some teachers for you, but no one wanted to help. So I put a call out, and only two people answered.”
Before he could ask who, he saw a middle aged man walk into the room, wearing workout clothes.
Louie’s eyes went wide as he saw who it was. “Coach?!”
“Luke Swain? My god boy, you’re a dog man!” the man exclaimed as he walked over, looking at Bronwyn, “you forgot to mention that in your post.”
She just chuckled, “I thought we’d have fixed that by now. But that didn’t work out as planned.”
“How did you get my highschool wrestling coach to come?!” Louie asked, eyes wide as he stared down at his former coach.
“I put a call out to anyone who’d listen, and he’s one of two to respond,” she explained as his coach looked him over.
“You’re nothing but skin and bone, Swain!”
“But… why would you help me, Coach Jones?” Louie asked in complete confusion.
“Simple, I was bored. The world of ‘The Big Lebowski’ actually gets boring after a while,” he said as he stood before the much taller Louie. “Besides, you were a good kid back then, before the Rapture kicked in.”
They shook hands as Louie looked at Bronwyn, “Who’s the second guy?”
At this she sighed loudly, “I’m not so sure about this one…”
Suddenly music began to play throughout the room, causing Louie to get excited.
“No fucking way!” he exclaimed as a man burst through the opening, doing a little dance as he yelled loudly.
“Wooooo! How you all doing out here?!” he bellowed as he moved towards Louie, who was having a fanboy moment.
“It’s John fucking Cena!” Louie all but screamed, causing the man to laugh as he came to a stop before him.
“And you must be the dog boy with cancer,” he said, giving him a salute. “Hell of a thing kid, but we’ll get you into fighting shape if it's the last thing I do.”
“Wait, I have cancer?!” Louie exclaimed, suddenly losing all excitement and becoming panicked.
“No, that was a lie. Sorry, he does not have cancer,” Bronwyn interjected before Louie had a melt down. “This was urgent and no one was answering the postings.”
“Oh, well…” John said awkwardly, looking around. “... well this is better than where I was before, so let’s just roll with the punches.”
Coach Jones didn’t look as impressed as everyone else, but kept it to himself.
“These two will help you get into fighting shape while we’re all in there,” Bronwyn explained as she crossed her arms. “I had Luz adjust the settings, so we’ll be in there two years, is this acceptable?”
“I have nowhere to be,” Coach Jones said with a shrug.
“We’ll only be gone a day in real time,” she added, getting a smile out of John.
“I’m always open to something new.”
Louie was still starstruck as he looked at the WWE superstar before him.
“Come on, dog boy, we need to discuss your new schedule and diet,” John said as he and Coach Jones began to walk for the Time Chamber door.
Louie looked at Bronwyn and gave her a thumbs up as he turned and ran after them.
Bronwyn just sighed, this was not how she pictured this going. She wasn’t so sure those two could turn Louie into the fighter he needed to be.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 56
“The service sucks here,” I complained as I sat in the booth with my arms crossed, looking around the restaurant through the eyes of my mask.
“It may be better if you didn’t call the waitress a retard,” Domitor offered as he sat looking through the menu.
“She literally talks in a voice that screams retard,” I said in my defense.
“You are very rude, Shane,” Vanilla stated calmly, marking this as the first time she’d voiced a real opinion since last night.
I grumbled as I watched the same waitress come back into the room and walk to another table, ignoring ours completely.
“Shayla don’t,” Domitor warned without even looking up at me. “I know you’re wanting to yell at her, so do not.”
I scowled at him, because he was right, I was about to yell some insults at the waitress. “Killjoy,” I mumbled as I sat back and kept my mouth shut.
Floria looked between us, a look of mild shock on her face, “oh shit, you’ve tamed the beast.”
“He ain’t tamed shit!” I exclaimed as I looked at the waitress as she approached our table. “Back again goofy sounding ass?”
And with that she just walked right by our table.
“See? I ain’t tamed,” I declared proudly, getting groans out of the two of them.
“We were so close,” Domitor said as he rubbed his face in frustration.
I just shrugged as I pulled out the Watcher and placed him on the table.
“What are you doing with that?” Domitor asked, not liking the fact she was just carrying the Watcher around so freely.
“I’ve decided to stop being an asshole to him and I’m just gonna treat him like one of the group,” I declared, getting strange looks from everyone present, except Vanilla who’s expression remained the same as always.
“Why?” Domitor asked with a frown.
“Because,” I began, shrugging my shoulders, “I kinda get what he’s going through, being trapped in a jar and unable to talk about his thoughts.”
Plus if I’m nice to him he may finally talk with me.
“Shayla, he is evil, he puts people in jars for his collection. Not to mention he almost killed everyone,” Domitor said with a touch of frustration.
“Maybe he’s changed,” I replied as I put a menu before the Watcher so he could look at the pictures.
“He’s not going to change, no one like him could change,” he countered.
“Well Majin Buu changed, and he was pretty evil,” I double countered, smirking in victory.
“Who?” He asked, his question mirrored on the others' faces.
“Wow,” I exclaimed, shaking my head at them. “You all need to get off your asses and watch Dragon Ball Z.”
“I’ll pass,” he replied, not able to stop himself from smiling.
“Don’t even know what that is,” Floria shrugged as she looked at Vanilla. “Do you, Vango?”
“I do not,” she replied simply.
“I’ll break you out of this shit,” Floria said as she leaned towards the smiling Halwen. “Even if it’s the last thing I do. Got that cuz?”
“I am fine as I am,” was the only response she got.
“Ready to order?” The waitress asked in a tone that suggested she wasn’t happy to be serving us, or I guess more accurately, me.
“You betcha,” I laughed as I raised the menu to point at the pictures of what I wanted.
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“Okay so what’s the plan?” Domitor asked as we all finished eating at about the same time. “Are we going to try and get into the tree first?”
Everyone looked at me as I picked at my teeth. I blinked a few times then shrugged, “I dunno.”
“Why are we asking her?” Floria snickered, followed by Domitor’s own snickers.
I growled a bit before crossing my arms, “alright fine, here’s the plan. I’m going back to Floria’s apartment to get some real rest, because I’m still exhausted after all the work I put into that tournament.”
“That you lost,” Floria pointed out.
“… yes, but even still I’m going to go sleep it off. You three are free to do whatever,” I said as I stood up and put the Watcher on around my neck so he could see the world.
Domitor stood up as well, “I’m going to come with you. Because you’re dumb enough to get into trouble if we leave you alone. Probably get yourself killed.”
“Aw you care,” I jokingly mocked him as I gave him a shove. “Yeah, you can come along, Domiturd.”
“Sweet,” Floria exclaimed as she smirked at Vanilla, “that means you’re coming with me, Vanity.”
Vanilla looked a bit worried, but kept up that stupid smile.
I looked between them, wondering for a moment if I should leave this poor preppy girl alone with this crazy Kejtdra. But then I saw her creepy straight smile and knew the right choice to make.
“Have fun you two!” I exclaimed as I began walking for the door, hands clasped behind my head as I walked. Domitor followed in my lead, leaving the two women to their own devices.
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Floria walked behind Vanilla as she continued to guide her down the street, having to give her little shoves to keep her walking forward. She’d tried walking in front, but the Halwen kept falling behind as she walked all proper like.
“Come on, you’re gonna LOVE this place!” Floria exclaimed, pushing her friend to keep moving.
They turned a corner, causing Vanilla to finally have a real reaction as her smile fell into a straight line.
“No, absolutely not,” she stated firmly, coming to a grinding halt.
“What? It’s not that bad!” Floria promised, trying to get her to keep walking.
“I will not go into such a place!” Vanilla began to fight against her.
“It’s just a fun place for fun people! We’re fun people!” Floria yelled as she grabbed the other woman by the waist and lifted her up as she began to walk forward slowly, struggling to keep a hold of her as she fought to be free.
“Strip clubs are gross and horrible places! Please!” Vanilla screamed, causing Floria to start laughing.
“Not the club, dummy Vanny. We’re going to the place across the street!”
Vanilla looked in that direction and deflated in relief, “Ah. I see.”
Floria looked up and saw she was reverting back to her usual smiling self.
“Oh come on, Vans! You can’t just switch back like that! You were showing real emotions again!”
But Vanilla didn’t respond anymore, much to Floria’s annoyance.
She carried her friend all the way to the doors of the Fun Palace and placed her down, brushing her off.
“Alright! So all you need to know there are a lot of rules here, but none of them matter but one; just have fun! Can you follow that rule?” she asked, eyeing her friend hard as she smiled nervously in return. “You’re not a rule breaker, are you, Van Go?”
“A Cakehurst never breaks the rules,” Vanilla stated simply.
“Perfect!” Floria laughed as she pulled her friend into the building and towards the receptionist, ignoring all the kids that swarmed around the place.
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“So? Pretty cool, huh?” Floria asked as the two of them stood on the edge of a room that was nothing but trampolines. “Wall to wall bouncing fun, right?”
Vanilla just smiled as she scanned the room, looking indifferent to everything.
Rolling her eyes she shoved her friend out into the room, watching as she stumbled and bounced forward awkwardly, clearly having no idea how to conduct herself.
“Jump!” Floria called out to her, watching the proper Halwen trying her best to regain her footing.
After seeing she wasn’t trying to jump, just get back to standing, she let out a groan. “Fine, I’ll help!”
With a bit too much aggression she ran out onto the trampolines and jumped into the air, landing right next to Vanilla as she finally regained her footing. This caused her to get launched straight up, where she crashed into the roof.
“Yikes,” Floria winced, looking up at her friend as she dangled from the ceiling where only her legs were visible. “Eh, you good?”
When she didn't get a response she began jumping around, trying to grab the dangling legs of her friend. It took a few too many attempts, but she eventually got a hold of her foot, causing her to break out of the ceiling and fall towards the trampolines below.
Vanilla bounced a few times before she suddenly landed upright, looking a bit shocked as her goggles sat crooked on her face.
“You good, Van Diesel?” Floria asked as she dusted her off and fixed her goggles.
“... yes,” she finally said after a few moments, her smile returning to her face.
“Bro what?! Really? I just launched you into the ceiling and you still act like a damn Cakehurst robot?!” Floria groaned, shaking her friend who just smiled back at her. “I know you’re forcing this on yourself! So stop!”
When she didn’t stop smiling, Floria narrowed her eyes, a smirk forming on her face. “Fine then, next activity!”
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“This is a cube pit, it is actually impossible to NOT have fun in a cube pit,” Floria declared as they stood on the edge of a pit that overlooked a pool of foam cubes.
Vanilla peered down, but had no visible reaction.
“Alright, in you go,” Floria said as she waved for her to jump, but all she did was stand there. “Vanham, I’m trying to fix you, so jump and have fun!”
After a full minute of inaction, Floria growled and grabbed her. “I SAID!” she yelled as she raised the Halwen above her head, “HAVE FUN!” She threw Vanilla into the pit, giving her a spin so she spun like a top right into the pit, sending foam cubes everywhere.
“Fuck yeah!” Floria cheered, throwing her hands up.
“No cursing!” a random employee yelled up to her as kids all stood around staring up at her.
She rolled her eyes, ignoring them as she looked over the ledge to see Vanilla just laying in the cubes, that same smile plastered on her face.
“You’re getting on my nerves, Van Boot!” Floria yelled, pointing a claw at her smiling friend.
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“Skeeball, mini bowling, no way to not at least enjoy yourself a bit,” Floria said as she took a ball and rolled it up the lane and missed all the holes. “It’s not as easy as you’d think, so give it a try, Vanil.”
Vanilla stood there holding a ball, but not moving to throw it.
“Come on, give it a roll, preppy girl,” Floria said as she gave her a nudge.
Finally, Vanilla moved her hand and let the ball roll slowly across the lane, only for it to fall in a gutter.
“No, you need to THROW it! Yeet it like you hate it!” Floria said as she put another in her hand. “Try again.”
But the Halwen did the same exact thing as before, not even trying.
“Come on! This is simple, do it like this!” she said as she picked up a ball and rolled it with all her force. The ball skipped right before it reached the end and hit the railing, bouncing right back at them and hitting Vanilla directly on the forehead. She fell straight back like a plank.
“Oh fuck!” Floria yelped as she knelt down next to her friend, eyes wide. But her worry turned to annoyance as she saw Vanilla was still smiling, looking to be perfectly okay. “This shit makes no sense, Vantastic.”
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“Okay, I didn’t want to resort to this, but we’re meeting the Fun Palace Mascot. Donald McChuck! This guy is a riot!” Floria said as she pulled Vanilla through a crowd of kids towards a large stage where a Halwen in a weird mascot outfit stood playing a guitar for the kids.
Vanilla looked a bit put off by the sight of the large costumed mascot, the massive rodent clown face not doing it for her.
“Yo, McChucklenuts!” Floria yelled as they reached the stage, slapping her palms against it as she tried to get his attention. “Look over here, clown rat guy!”
The mascot ended his guitar solo and looked at them, the large fake eyes and massive smiling staring right at them. “Aren’t you two a little old for this place?” he asked, clearly not enjoying her stopping the show.
“Nah, we’re kids at heart,” Floria said as she jumped up on stage, pulling Vanilla up after her, who actually put up a bit of a fight. “My friend here is very sick, can you cheer her up?”
“What’s wrong with her?” the mascot asked in an annoyed voice.
Floria pushed Vanilla towards him, “she’s got butt rust, she’s only got a week to live and she wants to dance with you!”
Vanilla turned her head and glared at Floria, showing some real emotion for once.
“Get off the stage,” the man said, pointing to the crowd as all the kids began to boo and yell at them to get off.
“Not till you dance with her,” Floria stated firmly as she stepped up and got nose to face with the larger mascot.
“I’m not dancing with your mentally handicapped friend,” he growled at her, giving her a bump with his large costumed belly.
“She’s not slow, asshole!” Floria yelled as she shoved him hard, causing him to stumble a bit.
“Oh fuck this job,” the man snapped as he swung the guitar for Floria. She simply ducked, causing him to instead hit Vanilla, sending her into the crowd of kids.
“Oh you’re fucked now!” Floria roared as she tackled the man and began to give him a good old beat down. She ripped the head off so she could get at his real face, going to town on him as he tried and failed to fight back. The large costume doing nothing but hindering him from moving.
Once he was unconscious she got off and jumped into the ground, grabbing Vanilla as she sprinted away, before security showed up.
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“I think they’ve stopped looking for us,” Floria said as she and Vanilla crawled through the massive tube maze.
“He got you good though, but you took it like a champ,” she praised as she continued forward. “Are you feeling more alive now?”
When no response came, she looked back, seeing no one was there. Just a long empty tube tunnel.
“Shit,” she muttered, realizing she must have lost her somewhere in the maze.
As quickly as she could, she back tracked down the tunnel, not really sure where she could’ve lost her at. After a few turns she reached one of the plexiglass windows. Looking out she saw the massive assortment of games and attractions that lined the floors of the Fun Palace.
But no Vanilla.
Groaning in frustration, she continued down the tube till she hit a slide. Having nowhere else to go she slid down, coming out into a different tube. This time when she reached a window she looked out, scanning the room carefully.
Then she heard a pecking, so she looked up, a frown on her face. Above her, in the tube she’d just come from, was a smiling Vanilla.
Of course, the smile was the same one as always, so she wasn’t that relieved to see her. On the contrary, she was annoyed that she’d have to back track, again.
“Stay!” she yelled, pointing at the Halwen as she just smiled back at her. “I mean it! Stay!”
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Floria ran her hand down the side of the Air Hockey table, smiling brightly, “okay, Van Van, this is right up your alley! It’s safe and all you have to do is move your hand around to hit the puck.”
Vanilla just stood there smiling, her hand lazily grasping the paddle.
“Good, you’re already halfway there to playing the game!” Floria said excitedly as she placed down the puck. “Alright, here it comes!”
She hit it gently, sending it right for Vanilla’s goal.
“It’s coming! You got this!” she encouraged her friend, watching with wide eyes as the puck slowly glided towards her friend. And then right into her goal post.
The machine blew a bell, congratulating Floria on the goal.
“No, you have to MOVE your hand, Vanilla Crunch! Like this!” she said as she moved her hand around. “Again, you got this!”
She hit another one at her, watching as Vanilla moved her hand ever so slightly, more than likely involuntarily, causing her paddle to bump the puck away from her goal post.
“YES! Oh FUCK YES! That’s how you do it!” she cheered, getting very worked up from the simple movement. The little puck was moving back towards her slowly.
“Alright, Vanny, this is it! Let’s ramp this shit up to the max!” she yelled as she threw her paddle forward with as much force as she could muster. It hit the puck, sending it rocketing right back at Vanilla’s goal. Her hand was in the way back accident, causing the puck to hit her paddle and ricochet straight up into her face.
Her head snapped back from the sudden hit, causing her to sway a bit and then fall to the ground.
Floria blinked a few times as she looked at her hand holding the paddle, “I… may have put a bit too much into that one.”
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“Okay, let’s try pinball,” she said, sounding a bit frustrated. “This thing is the safest machine in the building. The ball is safely behind glass, so there’s no way it’d come out and hit you in the face.”
Vanilla stood there, looking mildly worried as she looked at the machine.
“Trust me, it’s good safe fun. Now step up and pull the plunger back.”
Reluctantly, and being forced by Floria’s hands, she stepped up and put a hand on the plunger.
“Now give it a hard tug! Send that ball FLYING!” Floria said excitedly as she put her face over the glass, ready to see her friend start having fun.
With a small sigh Vanilla pulled back on the plunger as hard as she could. But it broke right out of the machine, causing her to go stumbling backwards, and right into a waitress that was carrying a massive tray of milkshakes.
They all fell towards the Halwen as she stared up at the tower of milkshakes as they collapsed right towards her.
Floria winced as they crashed down all around her, covering Vanilla in ice cream.
Vanilla turned to face the short Kejtdra, her smile wavering on her face as she stood there completely covered.
A small laugh escaped Floria’s mouth as she stepped up and wiped a claw through the ice cream, sticking it in her mouth. “Hehe, you’re covered in Vanilla ice cream Vanilla Bean.”
Vanilla’s smile twitched as she put all of the ice cream away in her Vacuole, completely cleaning herself off.
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“Sit,” Floria said sternly as she made Vanilla sit on a bench, far from any kinds of danger or evil arcade machines. “We’re going to sit here and just enjoy the view. No way to get hurt while just sitting.”
Vanilla just sat there, her face a bit bruised from all the hits she’d taken.
With a sigh Floria sat down next to her, watching the kids around them rushing around, playing some kind of stupid game.
“Why can’t you just go back to normal?” Floria asked, shoulders slumped.
“I am being normal,” Vanilla replied, hands folded in her lap.
“Nah, you’re putting on a front,” Floria said as she looked right at Vanilla. “Look, I don’t know what happened, but-”
A kickball came out of nowhere and nailed Vanilla right in the face, knocking her off of the bench and onto the floor.
Floria blinked a few times in confusion and then looked to where the ball had come from, seeing a bunch of older kids staring at her in shock.
“Are you kidding me!” she roared as her massive gun appeared in her hands.
They all began to scream and run off, leaving them alone. She sighed as she put it away and then leaned over the bench to see a dashed Vanilla.
“You good, Van Mon Doe?” she asked, getting that same smile in response.
She collapsed on the bench, completely defeated. “I surrender.”
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As they walked for the exit, she pulled Vanilla towards the prize booth, “we might as well turn in our tickets, at least this trip won’t be a complete loss.”
She pulled all the tickets she’d won that day out of her Vacuole and dropped them on the table.
The tired employee sighed as he reached out and took her tickets into his own Vacuole, writing the total down on a piece of paper.
“Anything in the first two cabinets,” he grumbled, clearly used to this kind of interaction.
“Let’s see what we got…” Floria mumbled as she looked it all over, seeing literally nothing of value in those two cabinets. “Bruh, come on, I had more tickets than this!”
“You did not,” he sighed, shaking his head.
“Grrr, fine, uh…” she looked at Vanilla, seeing she was looking at a stupid little paper clip with a spider on it. “That shit then,” she said, pointing at the paper clip.
The man grabbed it and tossed it onto the counter. “Enjoy.”
Floria snatched it up and flipped the man off, who just stared back at her with dead eyes.
She then lead Vanilla outside, letting out a frustrated groan once they were through the doors.
“That was a waste of time!” she groaned, looking at her smiling friend. “Here, this is yours,” she said, placing the spider paperclip into Vanilla’s hand.
She seemed to brighten up a bit as she put it away in her Vacuole.
Floria was too spent to notice the improved mood, as she just stood there, rubbing her face.
She didn’t know what else to do, the Fun Palace was her go too for fixing moods and all emotional problems. And all it seemed to do for Vanilla was get her hurt. Repeatedly.
Looks like they’ll just give up and go-
“Oh my gosh! Look at you, you little cutie!” Vanilla suddenly exclaimed, rushing past a confused Floria and sliding up next to a Reng.
“My little baby, where’d you come from?” she asked as she began to pet the little spider cat on the head as it purred up at her. “Oh you’re just simply amazing, beyond words! This little angel!”
Floria just looked on dumbfounded, as this was way more emotions than she’d shown since they’d met.
Vanilla picked up the little Reng, petting its head, a look of pure happiness on her face. “This little cutie! I just don't have words to describe how I’m feeling right now!” she just nuzzled the little Reng as it purred up at her, returning the affection.
“You found Mrs. Buffet!” a little girl yelled as she rushed over, holding her hands out for the Reng.
Reluctantly Vanilla returned the Reng to the little girl, who just turned and ran off without another word, leaving Vanilla looking completely forlorn.
Slowly Floria approached her friend, “Erm, you like Reng’s, Vanana?”
“I love them,” she said, still staring after the one she’d just been holding. “I’ve always wanted one… but my sister won’t let me have one.”
“That’s some bullshit, just get one, what she gonna do?” Floria asked with a frown.
“She’s had the last few I tried to keep put down…” she said in a small voice.
This caught Floria off guard as she stared at the woman before her.
“It’s my fault to be honest,” she muttered, grabbing her shoulder and squeezing it tightly. “Like Cocoa said, if I’d just listened and not tried to defy her rules, then those sweet little babies would still be alive.”
“Yo, none of that is your fault,” Floria said firmly as she took a step towards Vanilla, putting a hand on her shoulder. “It’s not your fault you apparently got a batshit crazy sister.”
Vanilla looked at her, a look of desperation and fear flashing over her face. “I shouldn’t talk ill of my sister, that’s what caused Domitor and Shane to get together.”
“...” Floria just stared at her, mouth agape, “wut?”
The Halwen took a deep breath and her fake smile returned to her face.
“... Wait, NO!” Floria yelled, shaking her hard, “keep talking! Because what you just said is some straight up delusional crap! There’s no way you talking bad about your sister caused those two to get together, they were already going to anyway! Domitor himself said he already had feelings for her, so that had nothing to do with you!”
“I have a wonderful sister who treats me very well,” she said plainly, a hint of fear in her voice.
Floria growled, but then an idea hit her. “Okay, time to take drastic measures.”
She grabbed her friend and began to pull her down the street. “Come on, basket case, we’re fixing this shit right now.”
“There is nothing to fix, friend Floria,” she said in a bland voice.
“Yeah not fooling me,” she growled, eye twitching at the thought that Vanilla’s sister may be the one responsible for this state she was in.
She’d need to get to the bottom of this shit, and soon.
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When the world ends, a young man gets a chance to relive his life in the world of Equestria.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 57
“This place needs better literature, I fucking swear,” I muttered as I laid propped up in Floria’s bed as I read one of her super hero comics. It was the same shit I read at the hotel, which is making me think this is all this world has to offer.
“Could be worse,” Domitor commented as he lay on the couch, drawing away at his notepad.
I just shrugged, tossing the comic book aside and laid back on the bed. I was enjoying being completely out of my armor and clothes again.
“You finished with that page?” I asked as I turned the page of the propped up comic book, looking at the Watcher as he seemed to be kind of reading the comic.
“I really don’t get why you’re being nice to him all of a sudden,” Domitor said without looking at me.
“Because just maybe he isn’t as bad as people say he is,” I replied as I turned the page again.
“Do we need to go over his list of crimes and bad deeds again?” He asked, a small smirk on his face.
“Nope, five times is enough,” I said, looking over at him. “So what are you drawing this time?”
He looked a bit sheepish as he turned the pad away from me, “just stupid doodles.”
“Yeah right, show me,” I held out my hand expectantly.
“You’re going to think I’m weird and make fun of me,” he said as he continued to draw.
“Bro, you are weird,” I countered with a grin. “So just let me see it.”
He did a few finishing touches and sighed as he flipped it around to hand it to me.
Taking the notepad I turned it over to see a picture of me in all my glory, standing like I was about to fight God himself with my two swords. “Fuck me this is fucking epic.”
“Yeah?” He asked, his ears perked up.
“Fuck yeah,” I replied with a smirk. I looked the image over, appreciating how well he drew my muscles and facial expression. Very masculine and imposing.
But as I looked at the picture, a weird feeling came over me. I just wasn’t sure how to explain it or where it came from.
After a few moments he sighed, getting my attention. “Can we… be open with each other for a moment?”
I frowned at him as I handed him his notepad back, “I guess.”
“Last night,” he began, causing me to tense up a bit at the memory, “you said all of your confidence was fake, and that you hate yourself… why?”
A groan escaped my lips as I had the urge to start yelling and insulting him, but looking at his stupid caring face prevented me from lashing out like that.
“I just…” I started, working my jaw, “my mother has always wanted me to succeed at everything I do, and it’s just so fucking hard to keep up sometimes. So I don’t know, I’ve had to just keep pushing myself to stay on top, no matter how I felt about it.
“I just hate that I’ve always had to do what my mother wanted me to do,” I admitted for the first time, even to myself. “I don’t hate or resent her, but I do hate myself for never speaking up. Because I fucking KNOW she would’ve accepted me and loved me no matter what I did. But I wasn’t strong enough to voice those opinions. She was just so happy watching me succeed at all of her hobbies. I couldn’t bring myself to disappoint her like that.”
Domitor just listened, which is all I needed right now. “What did you want to do instead?” he asked in such a way that I felt a little flutter in my gut.
“You’ll laugh and lose all respect for me,” I muttered, my face starting to feel hot.
“I promise I won’t,” he assured me calmly.
My face got hotter as I stared at him, “I uh… I wanted to be a ballerina…”
This caught him off guard, but he didn’t laugh, “that’s not what I’d expected. Why didn’t you try and do it?”
“I mentioned it to my mother, but she thought I was joking, so I dropped it,” I answered, rubbing my arm nervously. “Besides, I’m too… ugly and masculine to be a ballerina.”
“Well, you’re not ugly,” he stated as he began to draw, “and you being masculine is not a negative. I like you just the way you are. All faults included.”
A little smile tugged at my face as I stared at him, a mix of emotions running through me.
“Domitor,” I said after a few moments, getting him to look up at me, “I’m sorry for… all the shit I’ve put you through.”
He just smiled at me as he kept drawing, “I’m sorry too. Neither of us are very good at expressing emotions, so we’re both at fault. Besides, I’ve always kinda liked you.”
“I don’t fucking know how, I’ve always been a major asshole and a mess,” I chuckled, unable to tear my eyes from him. “But really?”
“Yeah, really,” he replied, looking me right in the eyes, “always have, I’m just dumb and didn’t know how to express it. So I let my anger take over.”
“Well,” I began, rubbing the back of my neck, “I’ve, eh… kinda always liked you too… just when I felt any affection towards you I’d lash out.”
He just snickered at this, “so we’re both just idiots then, letting our parents dictate too much of our lives.”
“Seems that way,” I sighed, a dumb smile on my face as I sat there watching him draw.
After a few minutes of silence he finished and handed it to me, “here, it’s just a sketch, but you’ll get the idea.”
I flipped it over to reveal an image of me in a ballerina’s outfit, looking very proud and confident. I’ve never worn a dress of any kind, so seeing this really caught me off guard.
“I know it’s shittly drawn, but I tried to get it just right for you,” he said a bit nervously, seeing my black expression. “Too far?”
“No…” I muttered, eyes glued to the page. “Thank you, Domitor.”
Just seeing myself like this, even as just a sketch, was hitting me with emotions I had no way of processing. I’m not a ‘girly’ kinda mare, never have been. But seeing myself dressed like this made me not resent the idea as much as I used to.
Of course I’m not going to start dressing up now, but the thought feels nice.
“You’re welcome, Shayla,” he said with a small smile.
I put the notepad to the side and looked at him a bit nervously. “Don’t make any jokes or comments, but I… I want to be held again.”
He smiled warmly at me as he stood up and came over to the bed, plopping down on one side as he used his wing to lift the Watcher’s vial and put him on the nightstand.
I wasn’t used to shit like this, but I remembered how nice it felt the night before to just be held, and that’s just what I wanted right now. So I carefully crawled up and laid next to him, placing my head on his chest as he wrapped his legs around me. He pulled me in close and began to stroke my mane, bringing a sense of peace to my racing mind.
ooo000<^>000ooo
Floria smirked as they turned the corner, seeing the desired location right down the street.
“Okay, Vanilly, I’m going to do this for you, and you’re going to like it,” she said firmly as she continued to pull her friend down the sidewalk “I don’t have the money to buy a ‘proper’ one like you’d probably prefer, so we’re settling with cheap.”
Vanilla just stared ahead, not quite sure where they were going, as this part of town was a bit seeder than she’d like. But she just kept up the same static smile she’d had beaten into her over the years.
The short Kejtdra lead them into a run down looking building, with no indicators on what it could possibly be. But upon stepping inside it was clear it was an animal shelter of some kind.
“Stay,” Floria demanded as she left her friend by the door so she could talk with the single employee that inhabited the building.
They talked for a few moments, which turned into a small argument. But before Vanilla could really start to worry she saw her short friend give the man a small item from her pocket.
“Okay, we’re free to pick whatever we want,” Floria said as she walked back over to her friend. She looked mildly upset, but she didn’t say why as she waved for them to walk through some double doors.
Upon walking through them and down a short hallway, they found themselves in a very dirty kennel with animals all around them.
“All on you, Vanchilla,” Floria said with a smile as she pushed her friend into the room.
Vanilla looked around in awe, as she was surrounded by mostly Reng’s of all kinds.
“Oh my Gosh…” she muttered as she swayed and collapsed onto the ground, her emotions running to high for her to handle.
“Really?” Floria sighed, a smile on her face.
She stepped over and knelt down, poking at the Halwen’s face, “come on, wake up, dum dum.”
It took her a bit, but eventually Vanilla came to and sat up, looking confused, “what happened?”
“This,” Floria laughed as she cast her hand over the room. Luckily this time she didn’t pass out as she stood up and stared at all the Reng’s that sat in the cages.
“There’s so many little babies…” she muttered as she put a hand over her heart.
“Yep, now pick out one,” Floria said as she leaned against a table, watching the reactions of her friend happily.
“Pick one?” Vanilla asked in a surprised voice. “What do you mean?”
“It means I paid the asshole up front to let us pick a Reng out, so go for it. My gift to you,” Floria said as the other woman’s face went through a mix of emotions.
“But, my sister said I wasn’t allowed-“
“Screw your sister,” Floria declared roughly. “If she’s as bad as I think she is, she can go fuck herself. Now pick the one that speaks to you.”
This seemed to cause Vanilla a great deal of torment within herself, but eventually her heart won out as she began to run to each cage, smiling in at each Reng.
“Oh all you wonderful little gifts from above! I just want to take you all home with me!”
“Just one,” Floria said from across the room.
Carefully, the now excited Halwen moved past each cage, saying cute things to each Reng she saw. She was like a kid in a candy shop, just with spider cats instead of candy.
As she passed by one she stopped, taking a step back and peering into the cage, “oh no! What’s happened to you?!”
Within the cage sat a very dirty Reng, with its left side a bit damaged, missing a limb and even some of its eyes were a bit cloudy.
There was a sign on the cage that read ‘Danger: vicious. Biter.’ But she ignored the sign as she reached in, “who would do such a thing to such a small baby?!”
The Reng hissed and then bite her hand, drawing blood.
“Owww,” she whimpered but didn’t retract her bleeding hand, “it’s okay, I know you’re frightened. People can be so cruel, hurting those they don’t understand. But I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”
The Reng seemed to narrow its eyes at her as it leaned forward and sniffed her hand, then it began to lick at the wound it had inflicted on her.
“I don’t blame you, sweetie,” she said in a soft voice as the Reng began to rub its head against her hand.
Floria watched on, the scene a bit to emotional for her as she tried to remain stoic.
“I’ll get the guy to open the-“ Floria began, but the sight of Vanilla using her Thorn to deconstruct the lock caused her to laugh. “Well never mind then.”
“Your name is Creampuff and I will love you forever,” Vanilla cooed as she held the dirty Reng in her arms, a massive smile on her face as she stared lovingly down at the little creature as it relaxed into her embrace.
Floria approached carefully, causing the Reng to start to hiss at her.
“It’s okay, Creampuff, Floria is a good person,” Vanilla said with the sweetest smile as she looked at Floria.
“Eh I try,” she mumbled as she held her hand out to Reng, waiting to get bit. But it just sniffed her hand then gave it a bump with its head. Relieved she reached out and began to scratch its head, “good, boy. No need to be a prick and bite people.”
“He’s a wonderfully behaved baby to those who are nice,” Vanilla stated as she hugged the purring Reng to herself. “Thank you, Floria.”
“No problem, you done acting like a robot?” Floria asked, giving her a worried look, “because I want your preppy ass to be happy and shit.”
The question seemed to make Vanill uncomfortable, but Creampuff nuzzled her neck, calming her down. “I will try.”
“That’s all I ask,” Floria said with a sigh of relief as she switched moods into her normally bubbly one, “now come on! Let’s pick up some food for everyone and head back to my place.”
Vanilla smiled as she gave a nod, letting Creampuff crawl out of her arms and climb up onto her head, laying on top of her hat.
ooo000<^>000ooo
“Now fair warning, my apartment is a bit messy,” Floria cheerfully said as she lead them down the hallway to her room.
“A little messy is bearable for myself and Creampuff,” Vanilla said as she walked behind her shorter companion, her hands behind her back as Creampuff napped on her hea head.
Floria chuckled as she swung the bags of food around, ready to eat and just relax for the first time in days.
Once she reached her apartment she used her spare key, as she’d given the other two her main key, and unlocked the door.
“Welcome to Casa La Floria!” She announced as she strolled in, kicking trash out of her way as she went.
Vanilla took a single step into the apartment before coming to a dead stop, eyes so wide in shock that her goggles fell down a bit.
Creampuff woke up instantly and began to hiss as he looked in and saw the piles upon piles of trash and junk.
“Sweet merciful…” she muttered, not able to comprehend what she was seeing.
“Is it bad?” Floria asked sheepishly as she stood in the kitchen facing her friend.
“Is it bad?” Vanilla parroted back. “This… is so far beyond bad that… I just don’t understand it.”
Creampuff, having had enough of this, jumped off of Vanilla’s head and landed outside the door, planting his butt right right on the floor as he stared in at them.
Panicking a bit, Vanilla spun around and began to try and coax the Reng back in. “Oh baby I know it’s bad, but please come inside.”
He just stared at her defiantly.
“Please, don’t make me endure this alone, my little Creampuff,” she begged, but it did no good.
With this she stood up and whipped her head around to face Floria, giving her a very stern look.
“Erm, what?” She asked nervously.
“We’re cleaning,” Vanilla stated in a voice that left no room for discussion.
“What?!” Floria yelped, eyes going wide. “No it’s fine as is!”
“Cleaning, now,” Vanilla said in a even sterner voice, fully turning to face the short Kejtdra. “My darling Creampuff refuses to enter till this unholy mess has been dealt with.”
“But,” Floria whined, pointing past her at the Reng, “he’s so dirty! Why would he care about this mess?!”
“He is not dirty by choice,” Vanilla stated as she put her hands on her hips. “Now are we cleaning, or are we arguing?”
Floria blinked at her for a few moments before letting out a deep sigh and throwing her hands up. “Fineeeee, we’ll clean so the apparently very pampered Reng feels comfortable enough to enter my crappy apartment.”
“Thank you,” Vanilla said simply as she walked past her and began to look the room over. “This will take a bit, so I suggest making sure you grab what you want to keep. Otherwise it’s getting tossed.”
“Yes mom,” Floria mumbled as Vanilla opened the bedroom door. Inside were even more piles of trash. It took her a moment to realize Shayla and Domitor were passed out together on the bed, tangled up with each other.
She closed the door slowly and looked at Floria, “we shall do this room last, they both need some rest.”
“Geez, they sleep while we work, that’s not fair,” Floria mumbled as she began to absently mindly pull trash into her Vacuole so she could dump it at the trash later.
This was going to take a while.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 58
Later
Floria grumbled to herself as she stood over the overflowing dumpster, her hands outstretched as she pushed all the garbage out of her Vacuole and onto the growing pile.
Once finished she walked back to her apartment, giving the Creampuff a nod as she stepped over him and back into her now bare apartment. They’d somehow managed to clean out the kitchen, living room, and bathroom, leaving just the bedroom left.
As she stepped in she saw Vanilla using her Alchemy Thorn to clean most of the stains that lined the carpets, trying to remove the smells that permeated from them.
“Now that you’re back, prepare the food for everyone, if you will,” Vanilla said as she wiped sweat off of her face, clearly straining herself.
Floria started to complain, but saw how hard Vanilla was working to clean everything, so she bit her tongue, “yes, ma’am, gonna get right on that.”
She pulled all the ingredients out, only to realize one small problem.
“Um, I can’t cook,” she said dumbly as she stared at Vanilla, who sat up on her knees looking absolutely spent.
“What? How can you not-“ she stopped herself as she remembered all the take out boxes they’d just thrown out. “Never mind, the question answers itself.”
With a groan she stood up and waved for her to move, “very well, I’ll make dinner if you’ll wake the others.”
Now that the apartment was cleaner, Creampuff skittered in and up Vanilla’s leg. He quickly took up a position on her shoulder, watching her work as he purred.
She gave a little salute and hopped to the task, flinging open the door and walking in, “wakey wakey, fuckers!” She grabbed the side of the bed and dumped them right into the floor, causing them both to panic and fight each other to stand up.
“What’s happening?!” Shayla yelped as her wooden sword appeared in her hands.
“Have fun?” Floria asked with a smirk
“I did actually, thank you very much!” Shayla declared as she dusted herself and Domitor off.
“Wait, no, don’t bang on my bed!” Floria groaned, getting wide eyed stares from the other two.
“We didn’t,” Domitor said simply, causing Floria to roll her eyes.
“Sure, just use the couch next time,” she said, giving them a smirk and finger guns.
They both just sighed, deciding not to fight it.
“Food is ready!” Came Vanilla’s voice, causing both of them to look at Floria in confusion.
“Did you fix her?” Shayla asked.
“Fuck yeah I did!” Floria laughed, moving to the living room.
As they all walked into the living room they did a double take, taking in the now completely clean room.
“What the fuck…” Shayla muttered, rubbing her face. “I take a nap and everything changes.”
“Vanilla made me clean so her new Reng would come inside,” the short Kejtdra mumbled as she sat down at her now clean coffee table.
“The fuck is a Reng?” The buff mare asked, followed by Creampuff popping up behind her and hissing right in her ear.
“Shit!” Shayla yelped as she jumped away, bringing her fist up as if ready to fight.
“That is a Reng,” Vanilla said as she put some food down on the table, eyeing Shayla as she squared up with the Reng, “his name is Creampuff and you will not harm him.”
“As long as he’s cool, then I’m cool,” she said as she gave the Reng a nod.
Creampuff quickly ran along the wall and jumped onto Vanilla’s shoulder as she made her way back to the kitchen.
“Okay seriously, what’s with her?” Shayla asked as she and Domitor sat on the floor around the coffee table, no one wanting to go near the couch.
Floria looked towards the kitchen to make sure she wasn’t coming back before leaning forward, “so I think that whole episode of her being an emotionless robot was because of some shit her sister put her through.”
“What kind of stuff?” Domitor asked quietly.
“I dunno, but apparently her sister has killed every one of her Reng’s, saying she wasn’t allowed to have one. Then her sister somehow convinced her it was because of her that the Reng’s died.”
“I hate this bitch already,” Shayla grumbled, mirroring the reaction of Domitor who looked just as upset by what he’d just heard.
“It goes deeper,” she said as she leaned closer, “her mind is so fucked she’s convinced that her bad mouthing her sister is the reason you two got together.”
“Well that’s just batshit insane,” Shayla stated, shaking her head.
“So you think her sister is the route of all the problems we’ve seen?” Domitor asked, getting a nod in response.
“I hope you all enjoy, Creampuff and I put a lot of thought and effort into this meal,” Vanilla said as she put down the last of the plates, taking up her position by Floria.
They went silent once Vanilla sat down, not wanting to upset her after all the progress she’d made.
Shayla was the first to take a bite, letting out an excited squeal, “you put the spices in!”
“I knew you enjoyed them, so I put them in for you,” she said with a little smile, eating a bite and then feeding the next bite to Creampuff.
“Fucking score,” Shayla muttered as she began to messily devour her food.
Domitor ate his slower, flicking any specks of food that landed on him from Shayla’s messy eating.
Floria was just happy Vanilla was back as she ate her own food, smiling as she side eyed the now happy Cakehurst.
As everyone started to finish, Domitor leaned back, staring at Vanilla as she held Creampuff in her arms, feeding him her left overs.
“Vanilla,” he said, getting her attention, “you remember what I told you of my home life?”
She blinked at him then gave a nod, “of course. It was horrific and beyond words.”
“Yeah,” he said as he leaned back towards her. “So tell me about your childhood.”
Everyone stopped moving, just staring at him and then at Vanilla. She had a conflicted look on her face.
“It was great,” she said in a quivering voice.
“What about your sister?” He pushed.
“She’s… the best,” she said, sounding a bit terrified. Creampuff meowed and pressed his head into her chin.
“That’s not true,” he said a bit sternly. “What has she done to you to make you act like this?”
She was trembling as she tried to remain calm, “n-nothing.”
“Vanilla,” Floria said calmly as she put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “You can tell us.”
“C-Cocoa has only done what is best for me, because I am incapable of making good decisions for myself,” she said in a rehearsed tone, still looking terrified.
“Are you saying that we’re a bad decision?” Floria asked. Then she squeezed her shoulder and asked in a smaller voice, “that I’m a bad decision?”
Vanilla didn’t know how to answer that. Her heart said one thing, but her brain said another.
“Can we… please change the subject?” She practically begged.
“Nah, we need to work through-“ Shayla began but Floria held up her hand, interrupting her.
“We can,” Floria said as she removed her hand, letting Creampuff take over as he rubbed against Vanilla, trying to cheer her up.
A wave of relief washed over her as she began to pet the Reng, “thank you, Floria.”
“Don’t mention it, Vandyke,” Floria chuckled as she waved for the other two to drop it as well.
Shayla clearly didn’t want to just drop it, but Domitor placed a hoof on her hand, shaking his head at her.
She let out an annoyed sigh but didn’t push the subject further.
“Now,” Floria said as she stood up, “let’s focus on cleaning the bedroom, would you like that?”
“I would very much,” Vanilla replied as she stood up and marched into the bedroom.
“Just, let me look at what you’re throwing out, since all of my valuables are in here,” Floria said as she began to shift through the trash, picking up a few items that were important to her.
Out in the living room she could hear Shayla and Domitor talking, but she focused more on helping Vanilla clean the room.
Creampuff stayed in the living room, clearly not wanting to be among this mess.
The pair worked slowly, removing trash and sorting through Floria’s personal things. It took a few trips to the dumpster, but they were finally down to the stuff that Floria hadn’t seen in a long time.
“Oh shit, I remember this,” she said as she held up a weird item with signatures all over it. “This is from that one band I went to see, good fucking times.”
She put that away in her Vacuole, moving on to the next item.
Vanilla was just piling things up for her to go through as she shifted through the junk, shaking her head at all the weird and out of place items that the other woman had hoarded.
Reaching under the bed she pulled out a massive amount of trash, bringing a frown to her face. Who could live like this?
On one of her fishing trips under the bed she pulled out a old shoe box that had seen better days. She almost tossed it, but heard some items rolling around in it so she sat it down and opened it.
As expected it was mostly just junk items that seemed to hold no value to anyone but Floria. She seemed to keep just random ite-
Vanilla came to a grinding halt as her eyes landed on a single item within the box, an item that should not be there. With a shaky hand she reached in and grabbed the item, raising it up for Floria to see.
“W-where’d you get this?” she asked, her voice shaking as well.
Floria looked over, a small smile appearing on her face as she saw the little item she held, “that? Long depressing story, ending in my father doing this,” she said, pointing to her broken faceplate. “The kid who gave that to me was the first person to try and help me, and I fell for them. Then they turned around and...”
She looked pained for a moment, but then sighed, "forget it. Why are you asking about that item in particular?"
Vanilla looked at the item, reading the inside where a name lay, “Because, Watari Cakehurst is my late fathers name. This is his ring…”
The two looked at each other, shocked slowly over taking their faces.
“D-Dahlia?” Vanilla asked in a whisper.
This caused Floria’s eyes to go wide as she stumbled back a bit and leaned into the corner of the couch, “... Orchid?!”
They now looked completely dumbfounded and shocked as they stared at each other.
“Yo, you fuckers almost done?” Shayla asked as she stepped into the room, coming to a stop as she saw the two looking at each other like they’d just received the shocks of their lives. “Erm, guys?”
They ignored her as Vanilla looked back to the ring, “But I don’t understand… Cocoa said you sold this? To buy drugs for yourself… how do you still have this?”
Floria herself was still too shocked to respond as her hand reached up and began to fidget with her broken faceplate.
“I just don’t understand,” Vanilla muttered, “Cocoa was very clear about the fact you sold this… but it's right here…”
“You fucking monster,” Floria muttered, causing Vanilla to look at her in surprise. “You… it was you that… YOU?! FUCK!” she roared, clenching her fist as she stared straight up at the ceiling.
“Floria?” a very confused Vanilla asked, watching as the other woman raised her fist, still looking straight up.
“Why… what benefit was it to you to do this to me?!” she yelled, looking right at Vanilla as large tears flowed out of her eyes and down her face. “Why would you do that to me?! I TRUSTED you!”
“W-what do you mean?!” Vanilla yelped, the sudden change in mood just adding to her confusion.
“Don’t play dumb!” she screamed, causing Domitor to rush into the room, but he didn’t get a chance to say anything as Floria continued yelling, “you told me to follow you! That you found a place for me to stay! But you took me to my FATHER! Then you LAUGHED as he grabbed me and forced me to go home with him! He fucking BEAT AND RAPED ME! YOU SADISTIC MONSTER!”
The look on Vanilla’s face spoke a thousand words, yet her mouth spoke none as she stared at the seething Kejtdra, tears running down her own face.
“Say something!” Floria screamed, taking an aggressive step towards her.
“I-I… I-I…” Vanilla stuttered, her mind working overtime as she tried her hardest to recall what Floria was saying, but she was drawing blanks. What she was saying made zero sense to her. “... I don’t remember doing anything like that…” she muttered weakly, but then her sister's words came back to her.
“B-but I guess if you say I d-did it, I-I guess I must’ve…” Vanilla said quietly, hanging her head as she began to hate herself in even more ways.
Shayla and Domitor were even more lost, not understanding a thing that had just been said.
“I should ki-” Floria began, but stopped herself as the words spoken by Vanilla finally registered. “The fuck you mean ‘if you say I did it, then I guess I must’ve’?! Just fucking own it, bitch!”
“Then I did it! Happy?” Vanilla cried out, falling in on herself and curling up.
Creampuff sprinted into the room and jumped onto her, licking her face and nudging her as she shook violently, eyes wide.
Floria growled as she fell onto her ass, putting her hands in her face, “FUCK!”
Domitor gulped as he took a step between them, “... what the hell is going on?”
“Uh…” Shayla said from behind him, her own mind working hard as she tried to process what she’d just seen. “So apparently those two know each other from when they were kids, and Vanilla thought Floria sold her dad's ring because her bitch sister told her he did. Then Floria got mad and said Vanilla tricked her back into her dad's arms. But Vanilla acted like she didn’t even know of that, and then after being yelled at changed her answer to ‘yes, she did do it’.”
Domitor looked at her as she stood there breathing hard, mildly impressed she’d actually been paying attention for once. “Okay, so this still makes no sense,” he said, looking between the two crying women, “you both say different things of the same event. So you know what that means?”
No one answered him.
“It means,” he continued, “that it’s possible you’re both wrong. Third party interference.”
This caused them both to look at him.
“What?” Floria asked in a rough voice, clearly still enraged.
“Hear me out, but is it possible her sister did something? Vanilla herself said her sister lied about you selling the ring,” he said, trying to make this all make sense.
“No, because it was HER there. She herself led me to my father, not someone else,” Floria growled, glaring daggers at the curled up woman.
“Isn’t Cocoa her TWIN sister though?” Shayla asked, causing everyone to have the same reaction.
“Vanilla, did you actually do this? Or are you just saying what you think you have to say?” Domitor asked as he knelt down next to the whimpering Vanilla.
“I-I don’t know, my memories can’t be trusted… so I probably did it…”
“I don’t buy it,” Domitor said as he stood up, shaking his head. “Floria, do you actually think she did this?”
“I know she did,” she muttered, “and it hurts. I fell for her back then, and she betrayed me. And now I fall for her again, and then I find this out.”
This admission caused Vanilla to start crying again.
“Okay, then we’re going to need to confirm this,” Domitor declared as he turned to his partner. “Shayla.”
“Uh, yeah?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
“You can use your port thingies to enter memories right?”
She blinked dumbly at him, but then nodded.
“Can you take others with you?”
Again, she looked like a deer in the headlights, seeming to be letting Rosemary explain things to her.
“... I can actually.”
“Perfection,” Domitor said as he turned back to the others, “so here’s what we will do. Floria, you will hold back on anger till this is confirmed. Vanilla, you’re going to let us into your memories. Are we agreed?”
“Fine,” Floria grunted, hoping against hope that what she knows to be true is actually not.
“If you think I should, then yes,” Vanilla answered in a trembling voice, holding onto Creampuff as she buried her face in his chest fluff.
He sighed as he turned to Shayla, waving for her to come forward, “well, your time to shine, Shay.”
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When the world ends, a young man gets a chance to relive his life in the world of Equestria.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Dark chapter ahead.
Chapter 59
“You sure about this?” I asked as I connected both of the cables in my wrists into Domitor and Floria.
“Yes,” Domitor said firmly as I stepped over to Vanilla.
“And you?” I questioned as I pulled the cable out of the port behind my ear, holding it in my hand as I looked at her.
She just nodded as she held onto Creampuff like he’d disappear at any moment.
“Once you connect to her, I’ll do the rest,” Rosemary said as she stood beside me.
Carefully I pushed the connector to the side of her neck, watching as it slid into her skin seamlessly.
Before I could announce that we were ready, I felt a jolt shoot throughout my body, causing me to fall onto the floor before Vanilla.
Everyone else must have felt the jolt too because they all looked to be a bit shocked. Then everything went dark as I felt myself get pulled forward violently.
Slowly my sight returned as I found myself standing in a void filled with the kind of static you’d see on an old TV.
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Behind me I heard Domitor groan, so I turned to see the others looking just as confused as I felt as they looked around the static filled area.
Then they took notice of Rosemary as she appeared between us.
“Rosemary?” Domitor asked, staring up at the woman as she stood there, an uncomfortable look on her face.
“This isn’t good,” she said slowly, looking around at the flickering static void.
“How so?” Domitor asked as Floria took a step away from Vanilla as she sat on the ground, hugging herself since Creampuff wasn’t here.
“This static is either a sign of mental illness, or severe mental trauma,” she explained, looking at Vanilla with a pained expression. “I think it’s a little bit of both…”
“Let’s just see this stupid memory,” Floria growled, just wanting to get to the point.
Rosemary sighed at her as she concentrated, “her mind is too… broken. I’ll have to create my own access point.”
After a minute a plain looking computer began to rise up out of the ground, blinking to life and displaying a long list of presumably memories.
“Oh my…” she muttered as she scrolled through them, looking for the one we needed. “Dear God…”
“What?” I asked, stepping up to her.
But she didn’t answer me, just shook her head at me. “I believe I’ve found the one we need. Just… be respectful.”
I didn’t understand what she meant by that, but then she pressed the play button and it felt like I was pulled into my own head.
It felt like I was sitting in an old-timey movie theater, as there was a large screen before me. I however couldn’t look around, as my eyes seemed to be permanently locked onto the screen before me. A projector roared to life behind me as crudely drawn images appeared on the screen.
They looked like crayon drawings a kid would make, but they were animated somewhat.
A voice began to talk, seeming to narrate what was happening on the screen.
… she has a narrator for her memories?
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Memory: Friends
The scene faded in, with scratchy crayon markings indicating the background. A crudely drawn child version of Vanilla appeared.
“This is Little Vanilla, age five, proper and refined, as a Cakehurst is supposed to be,” a very fancy male voice narrated. “Today is a very special day for her, as this is the day she’s finally decided to run away from her evi-loving sister.”
The Narrator’s voice seemed to glitch near the end there, changing its tone when it attempted to say a certain word.
“Cocoa had forgotten to lock the door to her room, which allowed her to sneak out of the family mansion for the first time in her young life.” The scene progressed along as he spoke, acting out everything he was saying. “This would be the first time she’s been out in the world without an escort, allowing her to go anywhere she pleased.”
“Of course,” the Narrator said with a sigh as the scene showed a lot of dirty and crudely drawn people passing by Vanilla, “the people of the city were not what she’d expected. She was used to the hustle and bustle of the inner city, but she’d never been in the outer city.”
Many images of angry people flashed by, with a scared looking Vanilla running through the crowds, “it was around this time she began to think; ‘have I made a mistake?’. But it was far too late to go home now, as her sister would surely be very upset with her. Her crue-wonderful sister only wants what’s best for her, and running away was the bes-worse thing she could’ve done.”
Then the scene left the crowded streets and changed to a dark alleyway. “As nighttime approached, little Vanilla needed a place to sleep, to hide away from the world till morning. It was here, in a dark alleyway, she met an unlikely friend.”
A small crudely drawn Kejtdra child stepped out from behind a dumpster, with the two standing before each other. “Another child, covered in bruises and scars, with loose fitting clothing she’d clearly found in the trash. The two were weary of one another, with Vanilla giving a fake name to hide her true identity. Orchid was the name she gave. The child before her gave the name Dahlia, which was a name Vanilla herself became very fond of in the coming days.”
Scenes featuring the two running around together, getting into mischief and just having fun in general, began to play. It seemed to be a few days worth of fun, with a few of the animations showing them sleeping together in a storm drain.
“The two found in each other comforts they’d never known before, with Little Vanilla finally being able to be herself without fear of punis-disappointing her wic-amazing sister.”
Both children on the screen seemed to be very close now as they were always presented being right next to one another in every scene that played.
“On the sixth day of their friendship reached a new milestone, as they finally seemed to fully trust one another. Little Vanilla, currently known as Orchid, decided she wanted to take a major step in their friendship.”
The little drawing of Vanilla held out a golden ring in her small hands as the image of Dahlia stood before her. “The concept of giving another a ring was one she didn’t understand, but she knew it was a significant step in a friendship. ‘When you give someone a ring,’ she had said quietly, ‘that means you become super duper friends.’. Of course, neither knew the meaning behind the rings, but that didn’t matter to them.”
Upon taking the ring the little Kejtdra child pulled out one of her own. “Her little friend was very excited at this prospect, so she produced her own ring, telling little Vanilla that it belonged to her mother and that it was her most prized possession.” The two little crudely drawn children hugged, their facial expressions changing from blank looks to happy ones.
Everything changed as they now appeared to be back in their storm drain home. “After the exchanging of rings, the two became even closer, now fully trusting one another. Things were startling to look up for Little Vanilla, as she no longer had to worry about being punis-loved by her sister everyday.”
The scene became darker as it showed Vanilla walking down the street alone, carrying bags of food. “But all things draw to an end eventually,” a new character appeared on the screen, one colored red and appearing to resemble a nun. The scene also began to glitch and become scratchy as her face flickered from a bright smile to an angry scowl. “Cocoa found Little Vanilla one day as she was going home. Cocoa was very ang-worried about her sister, and was very pleased to finally have found her. She dema-asked Little Vanilla to return home, which she did without hesitation.”
Everything got darker and more scratchy as the scene changed to Little Vanilla sitting in a room by herself, looking very scared and worried. “Cocoa had been so worried about her, so for her own good she was locked away in her room again. At first Little Vanilla was upset with this, but then Cocoa returned to her, having gone to confront Dahlia. She explained that Little Vanilla had made a grave mistake, as the other child had already sold their father’s ring. For drugs no less. This tore Little Vanilla apart, as she’d thought she could trust the other child. But her sister knew best, and so she accepted what came next, as she deserved it for losing their father’s ring.”
An image of the two sisters standing there faded onto the screen, with Cocoa looking very pleased, and Little Vanilla smiling widely. “Cocoa wanted what was best for her sister, and Little Vanilla knew she had done wrong. So when Cocoa pulled out a lightbulblbulbbulbbulbbbbbulllllllll-”
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As the memory ended the entire group let out a collective gasp, as the experience had been a bit intense, as the ending of that memory seemed to imply something dark was about to happen.
No one seemed to know how to respond to what they’d just witnessed, as Vanilla herself just curled up on the ground.
Finally, Floria let out a grunt, “that makes zero sense. I never met this Cocoa bitch. The way I remember it, Vanilla left to get food, came back empty handed and told me she found something I needed to see. Then she led me right to my father who… this shit makes no sense.”
Shayla seemed to be even more confused, as she just sat on the ground, scratching her head.
“It makes sense if you accept that her sister may actually have been dressed as Vanilla,” Domitor pointed out, causing Floria to growl. “It’s clear from that memory that Vanilla didn’t do it.”
“Play another memory,” Floria demanded, walking over and pointing to the screen.
“I do not think that will be necessary,” Rosemary replied, shaking her head.
“Do it,” Vanilla suddenly said from behind them. “I… please.”
Reluctantly Rosemary reached out and clicked on a different one.
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Memory: Disappointment
A dining room faded onto the screen, just as crudely drawn as the last memory. A family dinner was in progress, with a large number of people sitting around a large table. Little Vanilla sat near the middle, her sister beside her.
“Today was a special day, as it was the meeting between the Cakehurst family and another very prominent family. A bachelor had arrived at the Cakehurst’s mansion to meet with them and to be paired with one of their many available bachelorettes. So far, everything had gone off without a hitch, but Little Vanilla was very bored, as she was far too young to have any interest in this part of the family’s business.”
The people at the table all seemed to be having a good time as they spoke with the bachelor. It was at this point that the focus shifted to just Vanilla and her sister. “Cocoa poked at Little Vanilla, telling her to run to their room and wait. She did as she was told, even if she didn’t know the reasons behind it, as her sister was never wrong and knew what was best.”
As the scene followed Vanilla as she ran down the hallways, she came to a stop, seeming to need to go to the bathroom as a little toilet symbol appeared above her head. “While she knew she needed to listen to her sister and do as she was told, she was sure she’d understand if she stopped at the bathroom first. So off she went, taking a little detour on the way to her room.”
After a few moments of a dark screen it came back to her standing outside of a door, looking happy. “With that business finished, she quickly made her way to her room. But along the way she saw something strange. It was Cocoa, standing by a mirror in the hallway.” The scene showed Little Vanilla hiding behind a corner as Cocoa stood before a mirror, smiling brightly. “Before Little Vanilla could ask any questions, she watched as her sister’s clothes changed. She now looked just like Little Vanilla, right down to the smallest detail. This confused her, as she had no idea why her sister would dress like her.
“But she knew better than to question her sister, so she ran off, doing as she was told.” Little Vanilla was now in her room, sitting on a chair, waiting patiently for her sister to come get her. “Some time passed, and no one came for her. But she knew better than to leave her room, as Cocoa would be very ang-upse-disappointed in her.”
Without warning the door to the room burst open and four very angry looking adults rushed in, grabbing her before she could even react.
“‘How could you do this?!’ her mother roared as the others yanked her out of her chair. ‘You’ve ruined everything!’ she continued to yell, causing great confusion in Little Vanilla,” the adults holding her did not look to be very gentle as they yanked her around. “‘What did I do?!’ Little Vanilla asked in desperation, wondering if leaving the dinner had been against the rules. ‘You know what you did! That marriage was supposed to bring in a lot of money, and you ruined the entire deal with your shenanigans!’ her mother yelled, striking her across the face. Little Vanilla wanted to protest, but her sister entered the room, dressed in her normal clothing again.
“‘Sister, I thought better of you,’ Cocoa said in a disappointed voice, causing Little Vanilla to stop fighting. Maybe she had done something after all… the bathroom break, she hadn’t listened to her sister and had not gone straight to her bedroom. Little Vanilla told them she was sorry and that it was her fault, which ended with her being stripped and thrown in ‘the closet’.”
The scene now showed Little Vanilla sitting curled up in a small dark room, rocking back and forth. “Four days. Four days of ‘the closet’ was to be her punishment for what she’d done. Costing the family money was something a Cakehurst must never do, and she’d done just that.”
Light entered the room as Cocoa appeared in the doorway. “‘Have you learned your lesson, sister?’ her sister asked, causing Little Vanilla to nod her head yes. But clearly, she had not learned her lesson, as four days were never enough. ‘Liar,’ her sister laughed, holding up a small item. ‘For lying, you must leave this in your mouth for another four days. You break it, tsk tsk, then you know the punishment.’”
The entire memory began to shake and tear as Cocoa moved forward, the little item in her hand becoming clear. A lightbulb.
“Little Vanilla knew this was deserved, as she’d done something unspeakable. Cocoa grabbed her sister’s head and began to push the lightbu-”
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The memory ended abruptly, causing everyone to jerk roughly.
This time, everyone looked right at Vanilla as she held her head, hair tangled in her fingers as she rocked back and forth.
“Shit…” Floria mumbled as she stood up and walked over to Vanilla. Seeing that last memory was a major eye opener, as it showed that her sister did indeed dress like her. She sat down next to Vanilla and began to fidget with her fingers. “I’m sorry, Vanilla.”
Vanilla didn’t respond as she just kept rocking back and forth, eyes wide and mouth clenched shut.
As for the other two, they just sat together, not really knowing how to react to what they’d seen.
Carefully, Floria reached out and put an arm around Vanilla. “I… I shouldn’t’ve said all that shit to you. It wasn’t your fault for what happened to me.”
“Yes it was,” Vanilla muttered, “my memories can’t be trusted. They lie.”
“Your memories are broken, but they are not fake,” Rosemary explained as she stood before them. “I can see about fixing them, so we can see them without the glitching.”
Floria gave her nod, “do it.”
Rosemary turned to the console as she began to work her hands over it.
In the meantime, Floria pulled Vanilla into her side, patting her shoulder. “Your sister… fuck, she’s horrible.”
“I’m killing the bitch if I ever see her,” Shayla growled, clenching her fist in anger.
“My sister…” Vanilla mumbled as she clenched her eyes shut. “She’s… great.”
“Are we all watching the same fucking memories?” Shayla asked roughly, causing Floria to glare at her. The mare frowned but backed off.
“I get it,” Floria sighed, “it was hard for me to accept the things my father was doing to me. My mother died trying to protect me as an egg, so my father always held that against me. So my mind rationalized what he was doing to me as something I deserved…”
This seemed to get through to Vanilla as she turned to look at Floria, “you did not deserve that, you know that right?”
“Oh I know, but I can say the same to you,” Floria countered gently. “Nothing that your sister did to you was normal or your fault.”
“It was…” Vanilla replied, seeming to be trying to convince herself more than anyone else.
“Don’t be a dummy,” Floria muttered as she wrapped both arms around Vanilla, hugging her tightly. This fully caught the woman off guard, as she was not used to this level of affection.
“Look,” Floria began, holding Vanilla against herself, “I don’t know the full extent of the shit you went through… but I’m here for you.”
“Okay, I think I’ve removed a lot of the mental blocks on these memories,” Rosemary announced as she turned back to the group. “But, are you sure we need to watch anymore?”
Vanilla was the one to speak out first, “yes…”
“I’ll…” she began, shaking her head, “set up a queue of them to play.”
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Memory: Montage
Everything was different now, as everything was clearer, sharper, and a bit more detailed. The very first scene to play was of Little Vanilla getting punished, but now there was no narrator, nor was anything being left out. Gone was the filtering of the previous memories.
“You made me look bad!” Cocoa hissed as she fought to hold Vanilla down as she raised a lightbulb over her sister’s face. “You think scoring a single point higher than me on a test makes you better than me?!”
“I’m sorry!” Little Vanilla wailed as she fought against her sister. “I didn’t mean to!”
“Shhh!” Cocoa hissed as she forced the lightbulb into her terrified sister's mouth. “Not another word out of you!”
Once inserted, it was nearly impossible to remove the lightbulb without breaking it. Or using Alchemy, but that was forbidden by her sister.
“Now, if you can keep that intact till morning, then I’ll remove it,” she growled as she stood up. “Now, go to your room.”
As Little Vanilla slowly stood up, being careful not to apply to much pressure to her jaw, Cocoa knocked her hand out from under her, causing her to fall face first onto the ground. Bursting the bulb.
“You clumsy girl,” Cocoa laughed as she watched her sister lay there, blood pouring out of her mouth. She pulled out yet another one and leaned forward, smirking as she went to put it in her mouth yet again. “Let’s start over.”
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Ten more scenes played out, each worse than the last. All of them portraying Vanilla being tortured by her sister, usually for the smallest offenses. And almost every one of those offenses being something that Cocoa herself did not like.
During one scene it is revealed that Cocoa used her Thorn to make it so none of the injuries she inflicted on her sister healed. Of course, these seemed to be restricted to those inside the mouth and upper body, as those could not be seen while wearing normal Cakehursts attire.
A few more scenes played that showed clear manipulation of Vanilla and her memories, as Cocoa drilled her own narrative into her sister's brain, severely affecting how she viewed herself and the world around her.
The final memory that played was the worst, as it opened up on the eight day mark of a punishment, where Vanilla had been starved, sleep deprived, and on the verge of death after being deprived of even water. Only being allowed sips to make sure she stayed alive.
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“Have you learned your lesson, Vannilly?” Cocoa asked cheerfully as she entered the room, revealing a prone Vanilla as she laid on the ground, a decent amount of blood around her face due to failing to keep the lightbulb intact multiple times.
Of course, Vanilla couldn’t respond, so she just shakily forced herself up to her knees, giving a nod to her sister.
“Good,” she said with a caring smile as she stepped in front of her sister. “Think before you speak next time,” she warned, reaching out and placing a hand gently under his sister's chin.
Vanilla didn’t have it in her to respond much more than nodding again, just wanting this to be over.
“I am the OLDER sibling,” Cocoa said coldly, a proud smile on her face. “So I never want to hear you say ‘we’re the same age’ again, you hear me?”
Again, all she could do was nod in response.
“Speak when spoken too!” Cocoa snapped as she popped her hand against Vanilla’s chin, breaking the lightbulb.
Vanilla groaned in pain as she fell forward, spitting out the glass. Some of her blood dripped onto Cocoa’s dress.
“Oh you clumsy girl,” Cocoa laughed as she grabbed her hair and lifted her back up, “you were almost done, then you had to go and get blood on my favorite dress. Four more days should atone for this.” She laughed as she raised another lightbulb, restarting the punishment.
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“Fuck this shit,” Shayla yelled as they all came out of the memory, standing and stomping around the room. “Oooo I’m killing this skank!”
Domitor seemed to hold a similar opinion to Shayla as he sat there, grumbling to himself.
Floria’s reaction was more tame, as she just held onto Vanilla as she shook violently. “I got you, Vanilla,” she said softly as she held her tightly. Vanilla responded by wrapping her own arms around Floria, now freely crying into her.
“Vanilla, what can we-” Domitor began, but Floria shook her head at him.
“Get us out of here,” Floria said, looking at Rosemary.
She gave a nod, fading away. Moments later all of them felt themselves being pulled backwards.
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The group now found themselves back in Floria’s bedroom, all of them experiencing a mix of emotions.
Vanilla was still clutching onto Creampuff, who was doing his best to comfort her as she cried into his side. The moment she collected herself, Floria rushed over to the crying woman, dropping down and wrapping her arms around her.
“I’m such an idiot…” Vanilla choked out, still crying into Creampuff as Floria held her.
“No, you’re not,” Floria said in a comforting voice. “Your psychopathic sister is the cause of all this shit you’re dealing with. It’s not your fault ANY of that happened to you.”
Not knowing how to process that, Vanilla just kept crying, pushing herself and Creampuff into Floria’s embrace.
“But it’s over. That bitch is never coming near you again,” Floria stated firmly.
“Yeah, because she’ll be dead,” Shayla added, clenching her fist as she raised her real sword above her head.
“Vanilla, I promise that your sister will never bother you again,” Domitor said, an angry but serious look on his face. “After what I just saw… I’ll personally be the one to kill her.”
“Get in line, Domitard,” Shayla remarked, flexing her right arm.
“Guys,” Floria snapped, “not now, please.”
Shayla and Domitor frowned as they shut up, clearly wanting to say more on this subject. But they decided to let it go as Vanilla cried softly into Floria.
“Come on, Shay, let’s go clean up dinner,” Domitor said, biting her belt as he began to drag her backwards.
“What? Fuck that, let’s-” but she was cut off as he pulled her through the door and slammed it shut.
Floria let out a sigh as she continued to hold onto the now sobbing Vanilla. She’d gone from liking this woman, to hating her, and then right to feeling bad for her. It was an emotional rollercoaster that even she wasn’t prepared for.
But after everything she’d seen and now knew, she had new feelings for Vanilla, ones she wasn’t ready to feel. Watching those memories, and the things that Vanilla had to endure, just hit her too hard. They took the feelings she already had for her and just beat them into submission, making everything sensitive now.
“I just…” Vanilla choked out between sobs, “I just want to be happy.”
“Yeah,” Floria said as she rocked back and forth with Vanilla. “Me too.”
Creampuff meowed loudly as he rubbed his face against Vanilla’s.
“Thank you, Creampuff,” Vanilla said as she tried to stop crying, but not succeeding. Seeing those memories, unfiltered, had been a lot for her. They made her question everything she knew about her childhood. Everything she knew about… Cocoa.
This would take some time to process.
Vanilla tilted her head up to meet Floria’s gaze, “don’t think badly of me, but…” she wiped her face with her sleeve, having trouble keeping her thoughts straight as her mind swarmed. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
“I got you,” Floria assured her as she rubbed her back.
Creampuff purred loudly as he continued rubbing against her.
“And Creampuff’s got ya too, so you’re good tonight,” Floria chuckled, getting a smile out of Vanilla as her sobs turned to just soft whimpers.
Floria waited for her to stop crying before she readjusted her grip and stood up, grunting as she lifted the taller woman and the Reng.
Not knowing what to say to this, Vanilla just remained quiet, holding onto Creampuff tightly as the short Kejtdra struggled to walk them over to the bed.
“You could try not being dead weight,” she mumbled as she reached the bed and laid the other woman down.
“I’m sorry…” Vanilla said quietly, taking the joke a bit more seriously than Floria thought she would.
“Stop saying you're sorry, Vans,” Floria laughed as she flipped over her and landed on the bed beside her.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Vanilla murmured as she stared at Floria.
Floria just rolled her eyes as she held her arms out to the other woman as she held onto Creampuff, “just come up here and get comfortable, dum dum.”
This was entirely new to Vanilla, as she was not used to having someone care for her, let alone actually being in the same bed as her. But that didn’t stop her as she crawled up and laid directly on top of Floria as she wrapped her arms around her.
She jerked a few times, as this was not something she’d experienced before, but Floria held onto her, providing a comfort she’d never known before. She didn’t know what she could say at this moment, so she said nothing, just letting herself be held as Creampuff curled up next to them.
She could get used to this warm feeling of being held.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 60
The next morning
Quest complete! 3 skill points awarded!
You have 37 unspent skill points!
I let out a sigh as I finished the last exercise, relieved to finally be done with the daily quest. The last one was a four mile run, so I’d just been running circles around the blocks as my friends walked at a normal pace.
“You are driving me insane with your apparent unwillingness to spend any skill points you get,” Rosemary said with a frown as she shook her head at me.
“I just think it’s stupid,” I replied, wiping the sweat from my face.
“Stupid or not, this is how you get stronger,” she countered, causing me to sigh.
“Fine,” I groaned as I looked around, seeing that the others hadn’t caught up with me yet.
Flicking open my menu, I began to spend my points, much to Rosemary’s delight.
Most of my points went into Perception, Reflexes, and Stamina. While the rest I just dumped into Brain Power.
I at least resisted the urge to drop them all into Strength this time around.
“Thankfully,” she muttered as she faded away, just as my friends rounded the corner and began heading for me.
“Finally done?” Domitor asked as he tossed a bottle of water to me.
“Yep,” I replied as I caught the water and bit the cap off, chugging the entire bottle in one go.
“I am pretty sure you’re not supposed to drink from a bottle like that,” Vanilla commented as she stood there holding Creampuff, who’d had a bath and actually looked very cute now.
As for Vanilla herself, she appeared to be doing better, as she’d been in a decent mood since she’d woken up. She was sticking next to Floria, keeping pace with her, while Floria herself just looked like her normal carefree self.
All I can say is, after all the shit I saw last night in her memories, she needs a few wins. Plus, that sister of hers is as good as dead. I may not be capable of pulling the trigger, but Domitor is more than capable, and willing, to do it for us.
He voiced his opinion last night as we slept on the floor of the living room together, making it clear he planned to deal with her if he ever saw her in person.
In response to her comment, I just laughed, tossing the bottle over my shoulder.
“Now then,” I said as we continued down the street, “step one of our awesome plan is to get into the Social District. Once we’re in, things become easy as fuck.”
“Sounds so simple,” Domitor muttered as I gave him a wink.
“With me around, everything is simple.”
“Yeah, sure,” he remarked, returning my wink as I slugged his shoulder.
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The door to the Enforcer’s Time Chamber opened as a few of the members of Phantasm Troupe walked out, carrying themselves a bit differently after the two years they’d just spent training.
“I’ll inform Calypso we’re ready to start moving things forward,” Roxxy announced as she continued walking for the hallway that led back to the main room.
“We’ll go gather up the gear,” Nightstreak said as he, Dude, and his sister all walked for the armory.
As everyone else split up to perform their task, Louie stepped out, followed by his two teachers.
“Well, Louie, this has been fun,” Coach Jones said as he shook hands with Louie. “Don’t go out there and disappoint us now.”
“I won’t, Coach,” Louie said proudly as he towered above them, his now fully muscular body giving off a very imposing aura.
Next he turned to John Cena and gave him a salute, “thank you again, Mr. Cena. Without you I’d never have gotten into shape like this.” He then struck a very exaggerated pose, hands splayed out as he held one before his face and one over his knees, “nor would I have learned the true art of Showmanship!”
John returned his salute, a very proud smile on his face, “I did my best for you, son. Now you just need to go out there and put everything we taught you to use.”
“I will!” Louie laughed as he bowed to them.
“Now,” Coach Jones said as he placed a hand on Louie’s shoulder as he bowed before them. “Go suplex that prick Champion for me.”
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Scamp let out a relieved sigh as she stepped off of the train, happy to finally be off of it after four long days.
The city before her though was not something she’d expected, as it appeared to be a never ending maze of buildings stretching all the way to massive tree, which extended so high into the sky she had to tilt her head all the way back just to see the top.
“How are we supposed to find our daughter in this shit?” She asked, getting a reassuring shoulder squeeze from Mallogory.
“It won’t be easy,” she admitted, “but we have family here in this city. That is, if they actually went through with the plans to expand here.”
“Do you know where they might be?” Spark asked as he looked around, seeing all the people around them giving them strange looks.
“If they stuck to the original plan, then I know of the general area they’ll be in,” she confirmed as she began to walk down the platform.
Scamp frowned, as she felt something was off. Like they were already being watched, but scanning the area revealed nothing out of place. But to be honest, she wasn’t familiar with this world, so it was a bit harder to pick things out that don’t belong.
Regardless, her senses were on high alert as she took up the rear as they walked, head forward as her eyes scanned the area constantly.
ooo000<^>000ooo
“Let me take the lead,” Vanilla suddenly said as we neared a checkpoint that led into what I assumed was the Social District.
“Go ahead,” I replied as we all held back so she could walk ahead of us. “Should we know anything once we get inside?”
“Yes, don’t act… like yourselves,” she said, a slight smile tugging at her face. “We’re already going to stand out thanks to how you two are dressed,” she said, regarding Floria and me. “And with Domitor, we’ll draw a lot of attention. If this is going to work, I’ll need you three to follow my lead.”
“You can count on us,” Floria chuckled, giving her a confident smile as she tilted her head to the side.
“Floria and Shane,” she said as we slowly neared the gates. “You are my hired bodyguards.”
“Well we do look the part,” Floria said, giving me a smirk. “Especially Ms Beefcake over here.”
I nodded in agreement, then frowned as I realized what she said, “hey.”
“Domitor,” Vanilla continued, putting her hands behind her back as Creampuff took up a position on her shoulder. “I am sorry, but you will have to pretend to be my non-speaking pet.”
“Ha!” I laughed, giving him a shove as he frowned.
“Great,” he said flatly, shaking his head.
“Pet’s don’t speak, Domitard,” I teased as I rumbled up his mane. He playfully bit my hand, causing me to yelp. “Hey! No biting assface!”
He just smirked up at me, staying silent.
“You’ll regret that,” I said as I rubbed my hand, a sly grin on my face.
“Focus you two,” Floria said as we stepped up to the gates where four guards stood around looking bored.
“Pass?” One of them asked without even looking up as he read a book.
“Open the gate,” Vanilla said in a stern and practiced voice, standing with her hands behind her back.
The guard looked up, eyes going wide as he realized who she was. “Ah yes, Ms. Cakehurst ma’am!” He turned and yelled to someone inside the guard house. “Open the gate!”
The gates began to squeal as they slowly rolled open, allowing us entry as we all walked in with no problem.
Quest complete! 7 skill points awarded!
Quest complete! 3 skill points awarded!
Level up!
You have 13 unspent points!
“Well that was easy,” I muttered, getting a smile out of Vanilla as we walked further into the Social District, which looked a lot different from the part of the city we’d just come from. A lot more fancy and put together, with everyone wearing much nicer clothing.
“Of course, it’s one of the many benefits of being a Cakehurst,” Vanilla replied, then in a lower tone added, “one of the only good things about being a Cakehurst.”
Domitor and I didn’t react to that last part, but Floria gave her a reassuring nod, as she couldn’t do much more without breaking the illusion of us behind her bodyguards.
Moving on, she resumed her proper stance and strolled forward, head held high. “Going forward will be very simple, as the guards at the entrance to Denmor will allow us entry just the same.”
Quest accepted! ‘Rank A: Enter Denmor!’
“Wow, this is all… going very smoothly now,” I commented, a smile taking over my face as I adjusted my mask, eyes scanning the area around us.
I thought I saw someone staring at us within the crowd, but when I looked in their direction they were gone.
“Aw hell naw,” I muttered, now feeling very uneasy. I may be dumb, but even I know when we’re being followed.
“Heads up guys,” I said quietly, “I think we have a fan.”
“Who?” Floria asked as her eyes darted around the area.
“Dunno, I barely saw them, but it’s a Kejtdra male,” I answered, gripping the sheath of my wooden katana with my lift hand as we walked.
“What do we do?” she asked.
“I guess nothing, unless we wanted to draw them out,” I answered, trying to think of the best course of action here. “I say we just keep pushing for entrance to Denmor.”
“Well that’s worrisome,” Vanilla muttered from ahead of us as we continued down the street.
“What is it?” I asked as I sped up to get next to her.
“That woman, there,” she said, tilting her head towards a very well dressed woman staring at us with an amused look on her face.
“What about her?”
“That is the sister of one of the men married into the family. She knows me,” Vanilla said as her posture strained to force her into a more upright stance.
I just shrugged as I made eye contact with the woman, causing her to smile as she stepped back into a building. “There, she’s gone.”
“The fact she left without saying a word to me does not bode well,” Vanilla said, sweat suddenly beading up on her forehead.
“Hey, don’t worry, we got you,” Floria assured her as she took up the spot on the other side of Vanilla.
This seemed to calm her a bit as she relaxed slightly, “Thank you, all of you.”
“Don’t mention it,” I said with a nod, eyes still watching the crowd around us.
ooo000<^>000ooo
3 hours later
It took a bit, but we were finally close to the base of the tree, where there were even more secure checkpoints set up before you could even get near the base of the tree.
Which would be no problem for us with Vanilla Cakehrust here to have us waved through every obstacle.
“Once we’re actually in the tree,” she began, doing her best to look as proper as she could. “Do not speak. The denizens within Denmor are of a different standing than anyone you’ve met so far. As bad as it sounds, you’re all lowly trash in their minds.”
“I mean they’re not wrong,” I said with a smirk, not really caring for the opinions of uptight rich people.
“I’m serious, I must be the one to do all the talking. It won’t matter if you are my bodyguard, if you anger someone within Denmor, you can be ejected without any warning, do you understand?”
I rolled my eyes but nodded, “yeah, I do.”
“Good,” she said with a firm nod as we neared the first checkpoint.
The guards here looked a lot more serious, as they stared down anyone who walked near their post. But we walked up confidently, like we belonged here. That didn’t stop every single one of them from staring right at us.
“Stop,” the largest one demanded as he stepped forward, a little device in his hands. “Name.”
“Vanilla Cassonade Wafer Glazia Cakehurst,” Vanilla stated firmly, staring right back at him sternly.
The lead guard raised an eyebrow as he held out the device, scanning all of us. “I see,” he said as he stepped back and leaned into a guard house, speaking with someone.
“Is there a problem?” Vanilla asked in a practiced no nonsense tone.
He didn’t respond right away, just kind of leaned out to stare at us for a moment before nodding to whoever he was talking to.
“Ms. Vanilla Cakehurst,” he announced as he walked back to us, the guards in the area tensing up instantly. “Looks like I will be the one to inform you of the bad news.”
She glared at him, trying to remain in charge, but her trembling body gave her away.
The guards began to form a circle around us.
“You have been excommunicated from the Cakehurst family effective one hour ago, and are to be turned over to a Maiden upon arrest,” he declared, causing Vanilla’s entire façade to fall away instantly, causing her to take a step back between us.
Every guard around us began to move in slowly, holding their hands up.
“Do not resist, this does not need to go down that route,” he said as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “Just surrender, Ms. Vanilla.”
“What do we do?” I asked, not sure if attacking guards like this would be a smart move.
Floria looked at me, then to the terrified Vanilla, a conflicted look on her face. “Fuck it… can you handle all of them?”
A little smirk appeared on my face as I gave a single nod, “yeah, easy peasy.”
“Then do it,” she said as she wrapped an arm around Vanilla, pulling her close as the guards were almost in grabbing distance.
Well, they’re fucked.
“VofKai,” I suddenly said aloud, causing cyan energy to burst from my body as I activated my Perception Field, taking in everything around me as I planned my following movements carefully. Then in a fluid motion I sprang forward, drawing my wooden sword and weaving in and out of the group of guards around us.
As I came to a stop right outside of the circle, I slid my katana back into the sheath. As it clicked into place, the guards behind me all let out pained grunts and gasps as they all collapsed.
“Fuck me,” Floria muttered as she dragged Vanilla along, jumping over the downed guards and making a run for it with Domitor close on her heels.
“That’s Shayla for ya,” Domitor said as I stood up and took off after them, deactivating VofKai to conserve my energy. I don’t have a overpowered healer here this time to fix my body if I over use that.
Behind us a few guards ran out of the guard house and began to chase after us.
“I got it,” Domitor said as I started to stop, using his weird tentacle ability to shoot right back towards them. This caught them off guard as he zipped around them, using just his hooves to take them down, as he seemed to be trying to avoid killing them. Of course, even with just his hooves and abilities, he was able to easily dispatch them, catching back up with us without any trouble. “Got them.”
“My little badass,” I teased as we ran alongside each other.
He shot me a wink as we caught up with the other two.
Vanilla was hysterical as Floria was now having to carry her, as she was having a breakdown. She was starting to slow down, so I ran by her and grabbed Vanilla, holding her so we could run faster.
“What’s the matter now?!” I asked a bit roughly, not very happy she was doing this right here and now.
“Excommunicated…” she repeated over and over again, pulling at her hair. “They’ve excommunicated me from the family…”
“So what? Fuck the Cakehurst!” I shouted a bit too loudly as we sprinted down the crowded streets, not really knowing where we were going.
“You don’t get it!” she shouted, eyes wide as her goggles had slipped down. “That means they’re going to have to remove my Thorn! If a female member leaves the family for any reason, the family will forcibly remove her Thorn!”
“You can’t remove a Thorn,” Floria said as she held Creampuff, doing her best to keep her eyes open on the crowd around us.
“Our family can,” Vanilla said grimly, “we have a branch of the family dedicated to just that, and it’s the most ville and unpleasant thing a person can experience! I’ve seen the aftermath of some family members! Not all of them come out the same! Some even just straight up die during the process! If you survive, then your soul will be so damaged you may never be able to fully recover!”
“Fucking Cakehurst,” Floria growled. “Well they’re not going to get you, I promise on my life that I will not let that happen.”
“Same here, they’re not touching your skinny ass,” I assured her as we turned down a mostly empty street, heading into what appeared to be a living district of some kind.
Vanilla didn’t look convinced as she curled into herself in my grasp.
“I’m going to need you to pull yourself together, Vanilla!” I said gruffly, “we can’t have you-”
“Hello, kites,” a voice called out, causing all of us to come to a grinding halt.
“Ah shit,” I muttered as I saw the owner of the voice step out of a doorway, smiling brightly at us. “Jekyll.”
“The Cakehurst’s have put out a hefty bounty on that little lady right there,” Jekyll laughed, staring right at Vanilla. “So let’s do the smart thing and hand her over.”
Instead of responding, we all squared up with him as I put Vanilla down behind me. Floria’s large rifle appeared in her hand, causing him to smirk.
“Same tricks won’t work this time,” he declared as he began to advance on us, his axe spinning around his body.
“Shayla, we can win this if you just agree to killing him,” Domitor said carefully, remembering how the last fight went.
“I’ll weaken him if you want to kill him, but that’s all I’ll be able to do,” I stated firmly, getting groans out of them.
“Okay,” Domitor grunted, giving me a reassuring nod, “get him down and we’ll finish him.”
“Easy,” I said with a smirk.
“Round three, kites,” Jekyll laughed as he sprang forward.
Quest accepted! 'Rank S: Defeat the Boogeyman!'
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 61
I rushed forward to meet Jekyll, planning to take most of his attention during this fight.
He laughed as he zeroed in on me, pulling his large axe back as I placed my right hand on the hilt of my katana.
“VofKai,” I muttered as my Ego exploded around me, just as he swung his axe, coming in from the left side. In one fluid motion I pulled my wooden blade and clashed it with the head of his axe, flipping my wrist as the axe head was deflected straight into the ground.
Using my wings I exploded forward, and punched the handle of his axe, sending it flying out of his grasp. As he reacted to my movements, I grabbed my katana in both hands and sliced it upward, catching him in the jaw just as he tried to grab me.
A grunt escaped his lips as his head snapped back, but one of his legs flew up and caught me right between the legs. Pain exploded through me, but I ignored it as I swung my sword back down, right onto the top of his head.
This just pissed him off as he pushed back towards me. I barely caught the glint of metal in the corner of my eye as I ducked, the axe flying through the air and almost taking off my head. I started to continue my attack, but then I saw it coming right back for me, changing directions in a way that should not be possible.
The only way I was able to dodge it this time was to activate my Perception Field and use my own blade to deflect the incoming axe.
However this cost me as I felt a massive fist hit me right in the face, shattering my mask instantly. I didn’t go down, just stumbled back as he advanced on me.
I felt something attach to my back, followed by Domitor shooting past me and engaging with Jekyll. The large Halwen seemed to be playing this safer as he used his fist to deflect and parry Domitor’s strikes, easily avoiding his sword.
I obviously was not going to stand back and watch this as I started to move in, but then I saw that damn axe flying right for Domitor, coming from his blind side.
My body moved on its own as I pushed Ego into my left hand. Thanks to my wings I was able to get between Domitor and the axe before it reached him, and using my Ego infused fist, I punched the axe away, sending it flying down the street. Then, pushing even more Ego into my fist I dashed forward, getting right up next to Domitor as I threw my hand forward.
A massive beam of Ego suddenly enveloped Jekyll, surely injuring him enough for Domitor or Floria to finish him off. But as I pushed more and more Ego through my hand, I saw a fist come flying out of the stream and punch Domitor right in the face, sending him skidding across the ground.
My eyes went wide as that damn axe exploded out of the stream of Ego and flew right for my face. I had no choice but to end my attack and bring up my katana, gripping its wooden blade to brace myself as the axe made contact. The force of the impact sent my sword flying out of my hands, leaving me wide open as Jakyll stood before me, a wide smile on his face.
“You look surprised,” he remarked as he dusted himself off, not a scratch on him from my attack. “I saw your match, so I know all about these nifty abilities you have.”
Which means he can counter them… fuck.
A loud boom sounds behind me as I feel a massive bullet fly right past my left ear. But the large Halwen simply tilted his head as the bullet tore past him and blew a chunk out of the building behind him.
“I told you, the same tricks won’t work this time around. I’ve adapted,” he announced as his axe flew into his hand, bringing a smile to his face. “I’ve played enough. Turn over the Cakehurst, and I’ll forget I saw the rest of you.”
“No can do,” I growled as I lowered into a fighting stance, raising my sword. Domitor slowly made his way back over, his face a bit bloody but otherwise he seemed to be okay.
“I’d rather not kill talent like yourself, but at the same time,” he said, licking his lips, “I do love a real fight.”
“Shayla, from what I can tell, he’s immune to Ego now. You can’t damage him using any of your abilities,” Rosemary warned, sounding a bit frantic.
‘Then how the fuck do we beat him?’ I asked as he twirled his axe as he lowered into his own fighting stance.
“He’s not immune to physical damage, as far as I can tell,” she advised, getting a nod out of me.
“Good enough,” I said aloud as he exploded towards us.
I took a deep breath, focusing as my Perception Field spread out around me. He can counter its effects, but it still provided me with plenty of benefits. As his body passed over the perimeter of the ring around me, I began to take note of every movement he made, looking for an opening.
But that was the problem, he was nothing but openings! Which meant any of them I took could be a trap!
So I did the only thing I could do, I attacked his guard. This had the effect I’d hoped for, as he wasn’t expecting me to attack the most protected part of his defense. The force of my attack broke his guard, just as Domitor slid up under him, jamming his blade right into Jekyll’s knee, giving his blade a twist to really do some damage.
Jekyll roared as he began to fall to one knee, but he still was able to attack as his axe came flying back for me, both of his hands on the handle as his eyes exploded with anger.
Just as before I deflected his attack, sending it harmlessly above me as I jabbed my wooden sword forward, catching him in the diaphragm. This seemed to knock the wind out of him, but his body kept moving at a high speed as he gripped the axe again, bringing it back down towards me.
This time I just simply dodged as I whacked him in the throat, trying to take him out of commission.
Domitor attempted to jab his own sword into Jekyll’s back, but the large Halwen suddenly rolled to the left, dodging the attack as he brought his axe around. This time it wasn’t aimed at me as Domitor barely got his sword up in time to block the hit. But there was so much force behind it that it sent the stallion flying right at me.
I gritted my teeth as I threw my arms out wide, catching him as we were both sent flying backwards, skidding across the ground multiple times.
Floria’s rifle began to fire away now that we were no longer in the way, hopefully keeping Jekyll distracted long enough for the two of us to get back into the fight.
“You alright?” I asked as I climbed to my feet, holding out a hand to Domitor.
He grunted as he took my hand, allowing me to pull him to his hooves, “can you please kill him. I can't reach his vitals.”
I bit my lip as I looked over to see Jekyll dodging Floria’s bullets, slowly advancing on her.
“I have a better idea,” I muttered as I put my wooden sword away. “Just… be ready.”
He frowned at this, but gave a nod.
Taking a deep breath I prepared myself, fidgeting with the Watcher’s vial as he hung around my neck.
“I really advise against this,” Rosemary warned, but it fell on deaf ears. I know the risk.
“Let’s go,” I said as I flared my wings and took off right for Jekyll as he got a bit too close to Floria and Vanilla for my liking.
“VofKai times four,” I growled, wincing as my body pulsed with an intense energy, a burning sensation overtaking everything. This was far too much at once, but if I could end this now, then it wouldn’t matter.
I exploded forward as I suddenly appeared before Jekyll, blocking his advance on the others. He seemed to be waiting for me as his axe was already coming for me. But, just to show off, I simply punched it away, leaving him wide open.
Taking a deep breath I gripped the hilt of my longsword and drew it. I performed four quick slices, returning my sword to its scabbard as I exhaled, eyes locked with Jekyll’s.
A look of surprise slid onto his face as he stood there, blinking at me. He started to move, but the moment he did he collapsed in on himself, his arms and legs no longer attached to his body, as I’d cut them in a way that he was now just a head and a torso.
I stood up straight, staring down at him as his mind slowly processed what's just happened.
With a grunt, I ended VofKai, my body feeling like it was deflating as it suddenly felt very strained. If I’d stayed in the for too much longer I might not have been able to stay standing.
“Amazing,” Jekyll remarked, a pained smile on his face. “I saw that ability at the tournament, but fighting against it is a whole different experience.”
“Yeah,” I replied, shaking my head as I took a step back.
“At least it was you to strike me down, and not that short woman, or that strange creature,” he said, forcing a smirk. “So come on, finish me.”
“No,” I said simply, getting a sneer out of him. “I’m not a killer.
Domitor stepped up, flipping his blade around his hoof as he stood above the limbless Halwen.
“But my hot little artist here? Yeah, he’s a killer,” I said with a smirk.
“No, he can’t kill me. He didn’t earn-” Jekyll began to say, but was cut off as Domitor stabbed his blade into the man’s head.
Quest complete! 12 skill points awarded!
Level up!
You have 28 unspent skill points!
“Your hot little artist?” he asked as he flicked the blood off of his sword, raising an eyebrow at me as a smirk appeared on his face.
“Shut up,” I huffed, crossing my arms. But I couldn’t help but smile at him as he slugged my hip.
“That was amazing though,” he praised, “you just keep on impressing me with all the shit you can do, Shayla.”
My face felt a bit hot as I forced a laugh, “yeah, I’m just cool like that, Domster.”
“I hate to break up this little moment you two are having, but we need to get off the streets,” Floria yelled as she pulled Vanilla after, heading for an alleyway.
We both gave a nod, but as I started to move away, Floria pointed behind me.
“Grab his Vacuole Drum, he’s got to have some neat shit in there!”
My eyes went wide, as I turned around, seeing a decently sized blob forming on the chest of Jekyll. It bubbled up till it suddenly hardened, forming a pink cube with a dark center.
This fucking place just gets weirder and weirder.
I grabbed the cube and took off running after the others.
ooo000<^>000ooo
Exhaling loudly I fell on my ass, relieved to finally be able to rest after that fight and all the cardio we’d just performed while looking for a place to hide.
We’d been lucky enough to find a building that seemed to be under construction, providing us with a place to rest up and figure out our next move.
Domitor plopped down next to me, breathing much harder than I was.
Floria and Vanilla were across the room, talking as the short Kejtdra was attempting to calm the other woman down. Poor fucking Vanilla… she just could not catch a break.
I looked at Domitor, seeing he looked a bit troubled.
“You good?” I asked, giving him a light shove.
He just sighed a bit, nodding his head, “yeah, I’m good…” then he looked at me, a serious yet hurt expression on his face. “Do you just see me as a killer now?”
This question caught me way off guard, causing me to recoil a bit as I stared back at him. “What? Is this about what I said to Jekyll?”
“Yeah,” he said with a nod, eyes looking a bit wet.
I did not know how to handle this, as I just stared wide eyed at him. But I desperately wanted to say something, anything, to make him feel better. I honestly didn’t think that comment I made would affect him like this…
“Dom…” I said, clearly struggling to say something.
He wiped his face, smiling sadly at me, “it’s okay, I know we’re not good with emotions and shit…”
“No, just…” I reached out and placed a hand on his cheek, causing my own emotions to fluctuate like crazy. “I’m sorry… I need to think before I speak sometimes.”
“Yeah, you do,” he laughed, placing a hoof over my hand.
I scooted closer to him as I tried to be a bit more serious, “I do not see you as a killer, Dom.”
He held my gaze, letting my words process.
“You’re a good stallion, Domitor. You do what you have to do to help others, even at the cost of yourself…” I was trying so damn hard to say the right things, just wanting him to be happy.
“You can say I’m a good stallion, but I’ve killed-”
I shut him up by kissing his dumbass. After a few moments I broke the kiss, leaning back, “shut up, you idiot. If I say you’re a good stallion, then you’re a good stallion. Don’t you fucking argue with me.”
My stern gaze didn’t last long as we both began to laugh, pulling each other into a hug.
“Thanks, Shay,” he muttered, squeezing me hard.
“You bet, Tard,” I replied, breaking the hug.
“I can’t leave you two alone for five minutes before you start shagging like animals,” Floria joked as she walked over. “Did you get his Fossil Drum?”
“This thing?” I asked, digging it out of a pocket and tossing it to her.
“Fuck yeah that thing!” she laughed, catching it and putting it away in her own Vacuole. Instantly a few items appeared around her, looking to just be junk of some kind.
“Shit… he had a lot of stuff in his Vacuole,” she muttered, seeming to be concentrating on something. “I’m… going to need a moment to go through all this shit…”
“Wait, that item was his Vacuole? And you just absorbed it into your own? So now all of his shit is yours now?” I asked, trying to make sense of everything.
“Yeah basically,” she chuckled, returning to Vanilla.
“This fucking place is weird,” Domitor muttered, getting a chuckle out of me.
“Right? I just want to get back home at this point,” I said as I fidgeted with the vial around my neck.
At this he frowned, “what are we going to do now? With Vanilla excommunicated from her family, we don’t have a way to just walk into Denmor. And now we’re going to have people hunting for her.”
“Yeah shits complicated now…” I muttered, rubbing my chin, very upset that my mask had been ruined. It’ll take a LONG time before it is fully repaired.
“She’ll need to put on a disguise or something, that’s for sure,” he commented, getting a nod out of me. “You’ll need to wear a face mask, Shay. Thanks to that tournament, more people know what you look like. That mask was the real give away though, so if we just cover your face, we should be good…”
“Yeah, what about you?” I asked, waving a hand over his pony body. “You stick out hard.”
“I… we’ll have to figure something out,” he conceded, clearly forgetting about himself.
“Time to workshop some ideas,” I chuckled, standing up and holding a hand out to him.
“Fun,” he muttered as he allowed me to haul him up.
We then made our way over to the other two. We needed to work this out as a group.
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When the world ends, a young man gets a chance to relive his life in the world of Equestria.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 62
“I’ll be completely honest with you, babe,” Scamp began as they all walked down a mostly deserted street, dilapidated buildings all around them. “This place is a lot worse than you made it sound.”
“We’re just in the bad part of this city,” Mallogory chuckled, walking in the middle, “if you want beautiful, then you should’ve been watching the scenery outside the train.”
“I was a little preoccupied,” the mare laughed, slugging her wife in the hip.
“I don’t know,” Spark spoke up, a grin on his face. “I kinda like it. Sure it’s a bit run down and dead looking, but it’s got a charm to it.”
The two women looked at each other, sharing a knowing smirk.
“What?” he asked, tilting his head at them as they continued down the street.
“Sometimes your father shines through when you speak,” Mallogory teased, causing him to frown.
“I know that’s supposed to be an insult, but I’m taking it as a complement,” he declared, causing them both to laugh.
“I rest my case.”
He huffed, but before he could make another comment, Mallogory came to a halt.
“What is it?” he asked, stopping right behind her, eyes scanning the area.
“I believe we’re here…” she said, nodding to a building ahead that had a sign that read ‘Beltosh Armaments & Repairs’.
“I expected more,” Scamp muttered, getting a nod of agreement from her wife.
“Yes… something’s wrong here. This place should be… bigger, and in a better part of town,” Mallogory said as she began to walk towards the building quickly, throwing caution to the wind.
“Hey, don’t just-” Scamp began, but it was too late as her wife picked up her pace, running to the building. She let out a groan and took off after her, closely followed by Spark.
“Don’t just rush in!” Scamp hissed as she caught up just as Mallogory reached the door. “Take this slow.”
Reluctantly she stopped at the door, taking a deep breath. “Yes, you’re right. If anything, I don’t want to panic them by bursting through the door.”
“I’ll go first,” Scamp said as she took a step forward, followed by her wife taking a step back.
Carefully she pushed the door open and walked in, eyes scanning the empty and dusty store. A bell rang above her, causing some movement to be heard deeper in the building.
“Um… coming!” a female voice called out, sounding a bit… strange.
She walked in, followed by the other two who stayed right behind her.
After a moment an older Kejtdra woman stepped out and walked up to the counter, covered in sweat and a fake smile plastered on her face. Scamp took notice of her disheveled appearance immediately, seeing a strange look in her wide eyes, the smile doing nothing but making her look more out of place.
“Welcome to Beltosh Armaments & Repairs… I’m sorry but we’re close today due too… repairs,” she said, not really looking at them as her eyes kept darting to the door she’d just come from.
“Mother?” Mallogory said from behind Scamp, causing the woman to snap her head at them, fully taking them in for the first time.
“Mallogory?!” the woman yelped, seeming both shocked and scared at once.
Mallogory began to take a step forward, but Scamp, who knew her wife was tunnel visioning on her mother, held out a hoof and stopped her.
“Somethings not right,” she whispered, snapping her wife out of her trance.
The woman behind the counter had a mix of emotions on her face as sweat continued to bead up all over her skin.
“Mother, what is it?” Mallogory asked in a low tone.
“Mother?” a different voice called out as a large number of Kejtdra began to walk out of the doors around the shop, filling up the room and surrounding the trio. The speaker was a large man with two swords across his back, and a bulky seat of armor attached to his body. “I thought your kids were all dead, Liz? You dirty liar, you.”
The older Kejtdra woman did not speak as she locked eyes with Mallogory, seeming to beg her to just leave.
“What is this?” Spark demanded, taking in all the men around them. At least fifteen people were stuffed into this tiny shop, making it impossible for them to leave.
“You’ve done walked into the hornets nest,” the man laughed, smirking at them as another man came out, a rifle in his hands as he pointed it at Liz. “Normally, I’d let you walk, but you called her mother. Which makes you a part of this.”
“A part of what, exactly?” Scamp asked, staying calm as she mentally prepared herself.
“Sir, I think these are the parents of Shayla Beltosh,” another man said as he held open a notebook, going over what they’d found out from the owners of the shop.
At the mention of their daughters name, the two women had a visible reaction, causing the large man to smirk.
“I think you’re right, Keto,” he drew his two swords and pointed one at the trio. “So let’s just play nice together and all go take a seat in the other room.”
“Mallogory,” Liz began, getting a lot of looks from the men around her. “Run!” she yelled as she slammed her hand down on a button that had been hidden on the table, causing a bell to ring as the lights went out. The only light came from the mostly obscured windows, meaning the majority of the room was hidden in darkness.
Instead of listening to Liz the group exploded, dashing into the men around them.
Screams filled the room as guns went off, illuminating things momentarily as the images of Scamp and Mallogory ripping through the Kejtdra haunted those that were not engaged yet.
It didn’t take long before everything went quiet, leaving just a single person talking.
“Damn it!” the large Kejtdra yelled as he stood in the middle of the room, not hearing anything anymore. “Keto? Hectar? Jayco?!” he yelled, getting no response from any of his men.
“Fuck!” he yelled as he twisted around, trying to pick out movement in the mostly dark room around him.
Something moved behind him so he spun around, holding his swords up, but something slapped against his wrist, causing him to drop his swords.
Then the lights came on, revealing his hands had been cut off right at the wrist. His eyes went wide as he yelled in pain, but then Scamp dove over the counter and nailed him right in the face with a hoof, knocking him unconscious.
“Whew,” she let out a sigh as she looked around, seeing all the dead and unconscious Kejtdra that now lay around the shop. Liz just stood there, eyes wide in shock as she took in the scene before her.
“Spark, restrain the ones who are still alive,” she commanded as she walked over to Liz, her wife doing the same as she jumped the counter and wrapped her mother in a hug. “We need to talk,” she said simply, getting a nod from the confused woman who was currently being hugged by Mallogory.
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“Any questions?” Nova asked as she stood at the head of the table, all eyes on her.
“One question,” Louie said as he sat leaned back in his chair.
“Yes, Lou?” Nova asked as she turned her attention to him.
He threw a hand up, “so our plan is to expose Champion as a murderer who not only killed the Princesses, but also a lot of other people, right?”
“That is correct,” she confirmed, causing him to throw up his other hand.
“Why don’t we just focus on killing him? There has to be a way to stop him for good, why go through all the trouble of exposing him?”
“Because,” Roxxy interjected, a bit annoyed, “Champion is obsessed with his image, and wants the people to love him. Taking that away from him is the first step in defeating him.”
“Sure, but what if it just makes things worse?” Louie asked, getting a few looks from the others. “I think we should focus on-”
“Louie, we can’t kill him,” Roxxy said sternly. “He’s too powerful. The best we can do is break him down and then hopefully trap him in another dimension.”
Louie clearly didn’t like this, but looking at Nova he saw her give him a reassuring look.
“I know my brother,” Nova said firmly, getting everyone's attention. “If we take away all the love and admiration he’s gained, and make his deeds known to the world, then it’ll cause a breakdown. That will be when we can handle him, when he is not thinking clearly. Our goal,” she said as she placed an item on the table, “is to trap him in a specialized dimension, made just for him. Once he’s there, he’ll never be able to escape.”
“Before you ask, it’s unlikely he’ll enter it on his own,” Roxxy added, hooves crossed. “He’s able to sense when someone is being deceitful thanks to his super senses, so trying to trick him into entering right now would just end in all of our deaths. So we have to play this… carefully.”
“I really do not like this,” Louie muttered, “but I’ll back it.”
Everyone else gave their agreements as well.
“I shall hand out all assignments,” Nova said as her horn began to glow, levitating out a few folders to each person. “This is it. Once we leave this room, there is no going back. This plan must go exactly as planned, or everyone we know and love will die. Is this understood?”
“Yes, ma’am!” everyone said at once.
“Good luck,” Nova said with a nod as she took a step back, causing everyone to stand up.
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“Four more were arrested in the Everfree Forest, ma’am,” Captain Hefthoof, second in command of the Inquisitors, said as he stood before his Chief's desk.
“I’m assuming no one on our list?” Strawell, Chief of the Inquisitors, asked as she looked through a folder.
“No, ma’am,” he answered, placing down four pictures. “We have yet to locate any of our Most Wanted.”
“Hm,” Strawell glanced over to the four pictures, seeing no one she was interested in. “Very well. Anything else, Captain?”
“That is all, ma’am,” he said, giving a salute as he took a step back and walked out of her office.
She sighed as she began to focus on the files before her, but the building shook a bit, causing her to raise from her seat and stand at attention.
A few moments later her door opened as Champion himself stepped in, a scowl on his face.
“So tell me,” he said in a low tone as he closed the door behind himself and walked right over to her cabinet where she kept her personal wine. “Why did I wake up this morning to the news that you, YOU, held a press conference telling the world that Nova has returned?”
Strawell stood firm, unwavering. “You appointed me to hunt down and capture all Bronies and their associates,” she said sternly, causing him to growl as he broke the seal on one of her bottles and poured himself a drink. “Nova is at the top of our Most Wanted list. It is in our best interest for the world to be on the lookout for her, so she’ll have nowhere to hide from us.”
“That was not your call to make,” Champion said coldly as he drank her wine, frowning as he poured it out on the floor. “I gave you one job; to do as you were told,” he then turned to face her fully, eye twitching, “you went behind my back.”
“I did my job, My Lord,” she replied as she held his gaze, still standing at attention.
He suddenly punched her desk, sending it flying across the room where it crashed through the wall, flying out into the offices beyond. Yet she didn’t flinch as she stood there.
As they stared each other down, her phone began to ring, causing both of them to look down at it as it lay on the floor.
She saw the caller ID and gave a nod, “if I may, My Lord?”
He growled but gave her a nod.
Strawell bent over and grabbed the phone, clicking accept.
“Strawell,” she answered sternly.
“We’ve received a report of a sighting of one of our Most Wanted, ma’am,” the Inquisitor on the other side of the phone said.
“Send the details to my personal computer,” she commanded as she hung up, eyes never leaving Champion’s. “My Lord, I apologize for stepping above my station, but we have a sighting of one of our Most Wanted. If this concludes our meeting, I’m required elsewhere.”
“Chief Strawell,” he growled, getting right up in her face as his eyes began to glow, “do not cross me again. You are my DOG, you do what I say. If I didn’t order it, then you do not do it. Do you understand me?”
“Clearly, My Lord,” she said, her expression never faltering as he leaned back, eyes returning to normal.
“Now, go do your job,” he commanded as he walked out of her office.
She didn’t move right away, just stood there at attention. Once the building shook again she allowed herself to relax.
“Ma’am?!” Captain Hefthoof yelled as he rushed into the room, having heard the yelling but knowing better than to enter without being asked.
“It is fine, Captain,” she said as she began to move her chair back into place and sat down. “Have a new desk brought up, if you will.”
“Yes, ma’am!” he said as he saluted and left the room.
She let out a sigh as she looked at her personal computer, which had landed on the ground a few feet away. It flashed as a file was sent to her. Slowly an image began to appear of one of the ponies on the Most Wanted list.
That interaction with the King did not sit well with her, as it went against her previous views of him. But that did not matter, what mattered was bringing those responsible for the death of the Princesses to justice.
No matter the cost to herself.
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Scamp held out a cup of tea to Liles as he sat in his chair, his face pretty swollen from the beating he’d received before they’d arrived.
“Thank you, Scamp,” he said as he took the cup, sipping from it.
She gave him a nod as she looked over at the four tied up Kejtdra, who were all still unconscious.
“I can’t believe you’re here!” Liz exclaimed as she and Mallogory sat together on the couch.
“I’m sorry but,” Scamp said as she stood in the middle of everyone, “why were they here? And why are they after Shayla?”
“Them?” Liles asked, glaring at the restrained men. “They work for Rig Fandan, and apparently Shayla’s gotten on their bad side.”
“Yeah, she tends to do that,” Scamp replied, unable to not chuckle at this. She glanced at the four unconscious men, ready for them to wake up so the interrogations could begin.
“Your daughter is a lot like you used to be, Mally,” Liz chuckled, causing Mallogory herself to smile. Then she smirked, “actually speaking of that…”
Mallogory raised her eyebrow, “why are you-” her eyes went wide. “No.”
Liz jumped up and took off running, giggling with glee as she did so.
“Mother no!” Mallogory yelled after her as Liles bellowed with laughter.
“Get the photo albums on the top shelf as well!” Liles called after her, causing Mallogory to groan.
“Scamp, go stop her,” Mallogory begged, but was met with her wife smirking at her.
“I don’t know, I kinda need to see these photo albums if you’re reacting like this.”
After a moment the older woman returned, holding five large photo albums.
“We’re starting with baby pictures!” she announced, causing Mallogory to groan loudly.
Scamp herself was clapping her hooves excitedly, a wide smile on her face.
“This is cruel…” Mallogory grumbled as everyone gathered around Liz.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 63
“There’s some good shit in here,” Floria exclaimed as she kept pulling items out of her Vacuole, examining each one.
She was like a kid as she smiled with glee as she pulled out item after item, fidgeting with a few of them.
Vanilla sat next to her, holding onto Creampuff as she watched the other woman enjoy herself. She didn’t look any better, but she at least had a small smile on her face.
“Okay put this on,” Domitor said as he tossed a scarf at me.
I rolled my eyes as I wrapped it around my face, leaving just my eyes exposed.
“And this,” Floria said as she pulled out some clothes and tossed them at me.
“What?” I asked, seeing that it was a business suit of some kind. “Hehe… no.”
“That jacket stands out too much, Shay,” Domitor pressed, causing me to growl.
“This jacket came from the guy who saved my life, it stays on,” I stated, but he placed a hoof on my hand.
“I get it, but we need to lay low. Please, Shay. Once this is over you can put it back on, okay?”
I growled and spat onto the ground next to me, but gave a nod, “fine, but I want it known this was done against my will.”
“Noted,” he said as he held out the clothes for me.
I removed my clothes with my Wardrobe function, and took the undershirt from him. I struggled to get it on, as my muscles were a bit too big for the sleeves.
“Geez,” he chuckled as he began helping me get the shirt on. It took a moment but we were able to squeeze me into it. The jacket at least slid on a bit easier, but was still a bit tight. As for the pants they just slid on with ease, but made me look really stupid in my opinion.
I pulled the strings on the Watcher’s vial so he was back out on the outside of my clothes.
He adjusted the front of the button up shirt, getting everything straight. “Hey, at least you look good in a suit,” he teased, causing me to roll my eyes as I slugged him in the shoulder.
“Now, what about you, pony boy?” I asked as I rumbled up his mane.
“Ooo! I got something for that now!” Floria suddenly exclaimed, pulling out two items. “Our dead friend Jekyll had some cool shit in his Vacuole, and I’ve found two that are just what we need right now!”
We all turned our attention to her as she held one up above her head.
“So this one can make one person take on the appearance of another! And it lasts till you turn it off! So Domitor can look like me!” she laughed, looking most excited about this option.
“Pass,” he deadpanned.
“Well you’re no fun,” she grumbled as she held up the second item. “Fine, this one can change his form to that of a Halwen. And I guess this one is the better option since it becomes a part of him permanently so he can transform back and forth. But this one isn’t as fun as the first one.”
“No, that one works perfectly for what we need,” he countered, holding his hoof out.
“You sure? Because I think it’d be pretty cool if you were my twin for a bit,” she pressed, but we all just stared at her with raised eyebrows. “Geez, we can’t have any fun here,” she grumbled as she tossed the item to Domitor.
He caught it and began to look it over, “so how does this wor-” He didn’t get to finish his sentence as he pressed a button on the small cube-like item. It immediately began to sink into his skin, much to his displeasure.
“Is this supposed to happen?!” he yelped as he tried to pull it out, but it kept sinking further and further into his arm.
“I guess?” Floria admitted, causing him to go wide eyed.
But there was nothing we could do as it fully submerged into his hoof, leaving no marks behind.
Nothing happened at first, and just as he started to say something his body pulsed hard, causing him to groan in pain.
“You could of warned me that it would hurt this bad!” he growled as he fell to his knees, sweat dripping off of his face.
“Uh… I didn’t know?” she said as she watched him sheepishly.
“Damn it!” he groaned as I flew to his side, placing my hands on him.
He didn’t say anything to me, but he did give me a thankful look as his body was rocked with another wave of pain.
I did my best to comfort him as he went through this clearly very painful process.
Finally, he seemed to relax as he held his snout to the ground, breathing heavily.
“I got you,” I assured him as I rubbed his back, using my other hand to wipe away some of the sweat on his face.
He grunted as he pushed himself back up, looking like he’d just ran a marathon.
“So?” Floria asked as she and Vanilla stared at us. “Can you transform?”
“I…” a confused look befell his face. “... I have no idea how to do that. I thought you did.”
“Look, I just knew what the item did, not how to use it,” she admitted as she held up her hands.
“Great,” he grumbled as he began to rub his face.
“You need to focus on changing forms,” Vanilla suddenly said, still holding on tightly to Creampuff.
Domitor frowned, but nodded at her as he tried to do as she said.
I was pretty sure it’d take him a while to figure that out, since I couldn’t even grasp the concept, but he yet again proved he was smarter than me as his body began to glow. It happened faster than I thought as a light overtook his entire body, causing him to grow in size.
After a few moments the light faded away from his body, leaving him sitting there looking confused, and naked.
He had the same hair style and skin color as his pony form, but now he looked a lot more… toned. His muscles had more definition now, getting a smirk out of me. But that’s not what caught my attention.
I snickered, pointing at him as he stood up, “bro, your dick looks weird now!”
His eyes went wide as he covered himself. Floria was just laughing, while Vanilla had looked away before he even stood up.
“My guy! You gotta retract that shit!” Floria laughed even harder as he stood there flustered.
“How?!” He yelled, turning away from us as he tried to work his appendage.
“I dunno! I’m not a male Halwen!” she roared with laughter, falling onto her back as she lost control of herself.
“Vanilla?!” he yelled desperately.
“I do not know how such things work!” she yelled back, fully turning away from him.
“Oh fuck… it’s not going in!” he cried out, causing both Floria and I to laugh even harder.
I stepped up behind him, still laughing as I raised my hand, “I got ya!” With that I slapped his ass, causing him to tense up.
Which apparently had the needed effect as he let out a sigh of relief. “Whew… it retracted…”
“Gotta figure out how to work your dick, Dommy!” Floria yelled, causing me to fall to the ground laughing as well.
“Haha, yeah laugh at me all you want,” he said as he turned back to us, holding a hand over himself. “Once you’re both done, I’ll need clothing.”
But neither Floria or I responded as we kept laughing, adding new jokes to the mix as we rolled around.
“Children,” Vanilla said sternly as she stood up and walked over to Domitor, pulling out some clothing from her Vacuole. “Here, I keep a few pairs of male suits in my Vacuole.”
“Why?” he asked as he took them from her and began to pull them on.
“Cocoa makes me carry things like this, for her own reasons, I’d assume,” she replied, seeming a bit uncomfortable talking about her sister.
He gave her a nod, “well thank you, Vanilla. At least one of you is mature enough to keep it together.”
A little smile tugged at her mouth as she gave a bow and returned to her seat.
We finally stopped laughing as I stood up and wiped the tears from my eyes.
Once he finished dressing himself, he turned to me, “is everything on right?”
I couldn't help but chuckle at him standing there wearing a full business suit, tie and all, “sure. But there’s a problem.”
“What is it?” he asked with a frown as he looked himself over.
“Ya look like a dork,” I teased, jabbing a finger into his chest.
He just rolled his eyes at me as he adjusted the jacket, “I’ll take that as a complement.”
“It is a complement,” I said with a wink, causing him to wiggle his eyebrows at me. This just caused me to laugh, “you fucking dork! Stop that shit!”
“Okay, while they’re flirting like school kids, I’ll get you worked out, Vanny,” Floria said loudly, taking Vanilla by the hand and leading her to another room.
I flipped her off as they left the room, shaking my head.
Domitor began to move around, doing a few jumping jacks as he worked out how his new body worked.
“So? How is it?” I asked as I took a seat on a chair, watching him do a few exercises.
“It’s super weird,” he said as he did a few squats. “Huh… but it feels natural too.”
“Here, do a few pull ups,” I said, nodding to a half finished wall with a few support beams exposed.
He gave a nod as he moved over to them and hopped up, doing pull ups as requested.
“Ooo, yeah, looking good,” I teased from across the room, causing him to laugh.
“You like that?” he asked, flexing a bicep as he hung by one arm.
“A little bit,” I admitted, leaning back in my chair as I watched the show.
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“You guys are going to fucking love this!” Floria exclaimed as she rushed back into the room where Domitor and I sat, playing with a set of cards we’d found.
“What’d you do to her?” Domitor asked as he put his cards down as we both turned to face her. She looked overly excited as she jumped from foot to foot.
“Vans! Come on!” she urged as she leaned in the doorway, waving for the other woman to come out.
“I look ridiculous!” she yelled, causing Floria to snicker loudly.
She looked back at us with a wide grin, “I had some body paint tucked away, and plenty of hair dye! You guys just gotta see this!” She leaned back into the doorway, “Vanska! Come on!”
Floria backed up as she rubbed her hands together, followed by Vanilla stepping out of the door slowly, rubbing her shoulder nervously.
“Oh fuck me,” I muttered, trying not to laugh like a maniac at what I was seeing.
“That’s… a disguise alright,” Domitor said, clearing his throat as he also tried to not laugh.
Vanilla just stood there as Creampuff ran around her feet, meowing loudly.
Her new look was… hilarious. Gone were the proper clothes she wore before, and now she wore just plain jeans, a normal t-shirt, and a dark jacket. Her hair had even been dyed black, and hung down freely. To top it all off she’d been apparently painted gray, with blue lipstick and eyeliner tossed on for good measure.
She did not look like herself at all, which is perfect.
“That’s enough gawking!” she suddenly snapped, turning to Floria. “It's your turn.”
“My turn?” she asked, smirking, “yeah, let’s go. Do your worst!”
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“This is so much better than Vanilla’s reveal!” I roared with laughter, followed by Domitor as we both fell back together laughing.
Vanilla stood there proudly with her hands behind her back as Floria stood in the doorway, seething with rage.
“Yeah! Fuck you assholes! Fuck all of you!” she yelled, very clearly not happy with what had been done to her.
Vanilla had gotten her payback, that was for sure, as Floria now stood before us wearing what best could be described as a school uniform, long skirt and all. There was even a large bow right on her head, holding her combs back. They’d even ‘fixed’ her faceplate by putting what looked to be some kind of crafting clay on it, making it look like it wasn’t broken at all.
“She looks very proper and adorable, does she not?” Vanilla asked with a wide smile.
“She does!” I laughed, pointing and laughing right at her.
“I hate all of you,” she grumbled, crossing her arms.
“Oh shit! You being all mad makes you look so much cuter!” I roared, rolling right into Domitor as he couldn’t help himself either.
Floria growled as she looked at Vanilla, who was just smiling right at her, “this was too far, Vantilly.”
“Don’t be a pouty missy, Floria,” she replied happily, “I think you look great no matter what you are wearing.”
“Are you flirting with me?” Floria asked with a smirk, wiggling her eyebrows.
“What?! No!” Vanilla exclaimed, crossing her arms and tilting her head away from the smirking Kejtdra. “I was giving a compliment, that does not equate to ‘flirting’.”
“Sure, Vans, sure,” Floria said as she looked at me and Domitor as we continued to laugh on the ground. “That’s a lot of laughing coming from the two who can’t keep their hands off each other.”
“Hey!” I yelled, still laughing as I sat up. “Careful with the jokes, I’ll throw some right back!”
“Shayla, you’re not smart enough to hit her with any good jokes,” Domitor remarked as he sat up.
“Who’s fucking side are you on, Domitard?!” I asked with a scowl, causing everyone to laugh, now directed at me. “Oh you’re all fucking assholes, you know that?”
“Don’t dish it if you can’t take it,” Floria said as she adjusted the bow on her head. “Is this shit really necessary though?”
“Yes, now stop messing with it,” Vanilla said as she swatted her hand away from the large bow.
We threw a few more jokes back and forth, taking a little bit to calm down. But eventually we all calmed down and ended up sitting down together in a circle.
“So what’s the plan?” Domitor asked as he looked between all of us.
“Same plan,” I answered, scratching my neck. “Just now we need to find a different way to gain access to Denmor.”
“I may not have access to Cakehurst resources anymore,” Vanilla said as she rubbed Creampuff’s belly, “but I still know of a few ways we can get past the gates. Of course, they all involve one of us pretending to be rich.”
All eyes fell on Floria, who just frowned, “yeah I saw that one coming.”
I waved my hand over myself and Domitor, “bodyguards, of course.”
“And I will be…” Vanilla began, looking herself over. “Uh…”
“My assistant,” Floria declared proudly. “Yeah, you’re my street kid assistant.”
Domitor chuckled, “looks like you two have swapped places. Rich girl to street kid, and street kid to rich girl.”
“The irony is not lost on me,” Vanilla mumbled as she gave Floria a deadpan stare.
“Oh I love this already!” Floria exclaimed as she rubbed her hands together. “I get to be the preppy little shit now, and you gotta act like a poor asshole!” She reached down and picked up a piece of trash and held it out to Vanilla, “here! Eat this trash!”
Vanilla shied away from her outstretched hand, raising an eyebrow, “are you saying you eat trash? Is this why you are asking me to do this?”
“Sure, if that means you’ll eat this!” Floria replied as she shook her hand at the other woman. “Come on, eat it, Vans!”
Vanilla jumped up and took a few steps away. “I am perfectly okay just pretending, Floria. There is no nee-DO NOT CHASE ME!” Vanilla screamed as took off running as Floria jumped up and began to chase her, hand out in front of her.
“Eat the trash, street kid Vanny!” Floria laughed, causing the other woman to shriek in fear as she was pursued by the short Kejtdra.
The panicked Vanilla got on the other side of me and Domitor, putting us between her and the laughing Floria.
“Be an adult here, Floria!” she begged, but only got manic laughing in response.
“You’re fucked, Vanilla,” I said with a smirk as I moved over, allowing Floria to run past me.
Luckily for her, Floria tripped over my chair and stumbled away from her, allowing her run away.
“Tis just Trash, my good lady!” Floria yelled as she resumed her pursuit of Vanilla. They ran down a hall, their screams growing distant.
“Those two need to bang, right?” I asked as I looked at Domitor.
He just rolled his eyes and picked up the cards, “round three?”
“You’re on, fuck boy,” I laughed as we turned towards each other. He shuffled the cards and began to deal them out.
I looked my cards over and then looked up at him as we held our cards out of each others views.
“Hmm…” I muttered, thinking. “Got any fives?”
“Go fish,” he replied, causing me to growl as I drew a card from the deck.
“Got any three’s?” He asked, causing me to glare at him.
“You bitch,” I grumbled as I handed him three of the requested cards.
“You need to learn poker or something, Shay,” he remarked as he put down four three’s on the table.
“It’s too complicated,” I muttered, “just keep playing.”
“Got any eights?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I snapped as I handed him a card.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 64
Laughter filled the room as Scamp and Spark sat on either side of Liz as she flipped through one of the albums, recounting stories for each picture.
Mallogory however sat by herself, huffing loudly as they kept laughing and pointing at her.
“You really have always been a messy eater!” Scamp exclaimed as she saw a pic of a younger Mallogory covered in food.
“Yep yep,” was the only response she got from her wife, but she didn’t care as they moved to the next picture.
One of the tied up men let out a groan as he began to shift around.
“Finally!” Mallogory all but cheered as she jumped up, “one of our guests is awake, so drop the albums you three!”
Scamp became serious as she stood up and walked right up to the four tied up men, eye locked onto the one who’d woken up.
“Morning,” she said gruffly as she stared down at him. “I have a question for you.”
The man, looking very confused, wiggled around to face her, “what question?”
“Is this going to be a good time? Or a bad time?” She asked as she raised her mechanical claws, “because my daughter is missing and you gentlemen are apparently after her. And let me tell you, I’ve killed for less. So choose very wisely, buck-o.”
The man looked between her and the others, trying to figure out the best course of action.
“I… can’t tell you anything,” he said carefully, flinching as Scamp narrowed her eye at him. “I really can’t! I’m under contract!”
“Who cares?” She said as she stood on her hindlegs, stretching her legs out. “You work for a man named Rig Fanden?”
He didn’t respond to this, just stared at her with a scared expression.
“That’s a question I already know the answer to,” she came down before him, flicking out a claw as she raised an eyebrow at him. “Are we really going to have a bad time here?”
“Listen, I can not answer your questions, or I’ll die!” he begged, fighting against his restraints.
“I mean, you’re going to die if you don’t answer my questions, so,” she shrugged as she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him up to her face, “last attempt at being nice; why are you after Shayla Beltosh?”
Still he did not speak so she reached up and grabbed his throat, slowly digging her claws into his neck, “alright, I’ll ask one of the others then.”
His eyes began to bulge as he realized she wasn’t bluffing, causing him to panic.
“Okay!” he coughed out, causing her to let go of him. The man collapsed to the ground, coughing and gagging as he tried to get air through his damaged airway.
“Why are you after Shayla Beltosh?!” Scamp yelled, standing above him with such intensity that he tried to scoot away from her.
“Because she broke the bosses con-” he was cut off as a shadow flew across the floor and entered him, causing his eyes to go wide. “No no no no no no no NO!”
Before anyone could process what was happening, the man's head exploded, spraying gore everywhere, and completely coating Scamp’s chest and face.
“... what the fuck just happened?” Scamp asked in complete confusion as she stood covered in the remains of the man's head.
“What happened is he broke Rig Fanden’s contract,” another man said, this one being the much larger man who had appeared to be the leader.
Scamp turned her gaze to him as he pushed himself up with a grunt.
“None of these idiots can even talk about him to people outside the organization, let alone tell his business,” he said as he looked at the stumps where his hands used to be.
“But can you talk about all this?” she asked, stepping up to him.
“Yeah, I can,” he growled, meeting her gaze, “I’m his brother after all.”
“Well then,” Scamp replied as she glanced back at her companions and parents in law, “guess that makes you pretty important, huh?”
“You could say that,” he grunted.
“Are you going to cooperate? Or are we going to have to get to know each other first?” she cracked her neck to put emphasis on that last part.
“Will you let me and my guys go?” he asked.
“If you answer all my questions, I will,” she promised as she squared up with him. “Now, why are you after Shayla Beltosh?”
He let out a deep sigh as he turned his body to fully face her, “she made a contract with Rig, and was sent to that tournament up on that floating island to win the favor for him. Well she fucked up and failed, which set him off. Then she made things worse by somehow cutting the contract she and another woman had with Rig. He did not notice till this morning, so he’s scrambling to find them.”
“Explain this contract business,” she demanded, glancing at the dead man.
“Rig has a Thorn that allows him to make contracts with others, and it pretty much insures they do what he wants, since it does that if they break it,” he answered as he nodded his head at the body. “Only he can break a contract, or at least he thought so.”
“Where is Shayla now?”
“If I knew that we wouldn’t have been here, now would we?” he said with a bit of snark to his voice. They held each other's gaze as Scamp’s eye narrowed slowly. “Look,” he continued, “my task was to just wait here in case she came here before going to the Social District.”
“So you do know where she is going,” Scamp stated, causing him to sigh.
“She came to Rig a few days ago to ask for a way to get into the Social District, so that’s where we’re assuming she’ll go. Some other guys checked her friend's apartment this morning, but they weren’t there. So if you just gotta know, she’s going to the Social District, we just don’t know how she’ll get in.”
Scamp rubbed her chin, thinking about what he’d said, “how many others are out there looking for her?”
“How many of us? Or how many people in general?” he asked, a smirk on his face.
“Let’s start with how many of you,” she said sternly.
“Yeah, I reckon at least five teams, all the same size as the one I had here,” he said coolly, smiling at her.
“And the others?”
“Oh now that’s the fun part,” he laughed, adjusting himself as he got onto his knees, “I know for a fact the Cakehurst are looking for her and her friends. Don’t know why though. And then there’s the bounty hunters they’ve hired, so that’s already a pretty big group.” He grunted as he rotated his body to face her again, “there’s also a new group, some out of towners. I don’t know much about them, but Rig has been keeping tabs on them.”
“Great, our daughter’s made some friends, it seems,” Mallogory commented from behind Scamp.
“Last question; where is this Rig Fanden?”
He just laughed, “and that’s the only thing I can’t do. I’m under contract, and the only thing I’m not allowed to do is tell people where our base is. Of course, it’s hard to miss if you know where to look, but I can’t even give that.”
“But you have a work around to that, don’t you?” she asked as she saw a twinkle in his eyes.
“If you agree right now that you’ll let us go, I’ll tell you,” he said with a sly grin.
“Tell me,” she said simply as she gave a single nod.
“Some guys are going to come by later today to check up on us. If you play your cards right, they’ll take you right to Rig,” he said with a confident smile.
“Good to know, now sit down,” she said as she shoved him backwards.
“I do believe you promised to let us go,” he pressed, causing her to shrug.
“Yeah, I will. I just didn’t say when,” she said with a wink.
This caused him to frown, “you and my brother are alike in that regard…”
“Why are we apparently tracking down this Rig Fanden?” Mallogory asked as Scamp walked back over to them.
“Simple,” she said as she plopped down on the couch. “Anyone who goes after our daughter gets fucked, one way or another.”
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“Everyone is staring at me…” Vanilla mumbled as we all walked down the street, with myself and Domitor standing on the outsides of the group, with Floria and Vanilla between us. “They know who I am…”
“Nah, they’re looking at you because you look like a street rat,” Floria laughed, walking like she owned the place. “Aren’t I amazing at making disguises?”
Vanilla just squeezed Creampuff tighter to herself as she kept right next to Floria, looking extremely nervous.
Floria took notice of this and rolled her eyes, “seriously, it’s okay, Vanilla. No one knows it's you.”
This brought a smile to her face as she relaxed slightly.
We continued down the street, following Vanilla’s directions as we went. Our destination was supposedly a club that offered all kinds of special services, and apparently one of those services would allow us to enter Denmor without having to go through a checkpoint.
Only one problem; money.
Vanilla did not carry that much on her, due to her sister's gay rules, and none of us had any money either. But Floria said she had it covered, whatever that means.
So this all hinged on whatever Floria had in mind. Great.
“When we get there,” Vanilla started, talking quietly, “do not act rude, and do not get aggressive with anyone. This is not your typical club. It is a High Roller’s Club, for only the elites of our society. You need a password to enter.”
“I’m assuming you know this password?” I asked quietly.
“Of course,” she confirmed, smiling proudly. “Ut bene sit nobis.”
“The fuck does that mean?”
“It means; May we prosper,” she answered, causing Floria to groan.
“I can’t say that shit, it's too fancy,” she said as she tried to say the phrase, but failed each time. “Yeah, the words don’t want to form.”
“Just act like you’re too important to say that shit and have your lovely assistant do it,” I offered, causing Floria to smirk.
“Great idea!”
“Wonderful,” Vanilla muttered, shaking her head as we continued our march down the street.
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“This is a bad idea, I’m just saying,” Nightstreak commented as he peered out the window of the destroyed building, watching the building across the street. “You two being here with me makes this so much more dangerous.”
“Say’s the guy who got spotted by that mare,” Louie remarked as he lounged on a makeshift chair, arms behind his head. “Besides, this is a great idea.”
“You were against it earlier,” Nightstreak replied as he looked over his shoulder.
“Yep, but now that I’m on board, I’m backing this mission fully. We’ve got this!” Louie exclaimed, thrusting a fist into the air above himself. “Besides, we’ve got Nova with us, so this’ll go off without a hitch.”
“Hmm,” Nova shifted in her seat, checking over her PDA. “Let’s just focus on the mission at hand, shall we boys?”
“Can do, Nova,” Louie saluted as he resumed his lounging.
Nightstreak sighed as he went back to looking out the window. While their current mission was pretty simple, it was actually one of the most important.
On the day Champion made his move, killing the Princesses and who knows how many other people, there were a few ponies who had seen one of his vile acts. Yet they all disappeared the moment they tried to tell anyone in power.
Of course, they all knew these ponies were likely dead. But this witness they were currently trying to pursue had seen something especially heinous. This person had tried to tell the media, but they were shunned away, and somehow they’ve avoided being taken by the Inquisitors or Champion’s Apostles; the mock name the Bronies had given his demon powered little buddies.
It was extremely lucky Champion himself wasn’t out here looking for them, otherwise they’d have died long before now. Thankfully, Champion himself was too busy playing King, running around the world trying to enforce his will the ‘correct way’. Which went against what they knew of him, but he must be keeping up appearances, as he could easily take over any country he wanted with his Ego. So for him to be playing the diplomacy game was… strange.
Movement across the street got Nightstreak’s attention. As he looked closer he saw a mare step out of one of the destroyed buildings, looking around nervously.
“Is this them?” he asked, causing Nova to rush over with her PDA.
She held it up, comparing a grainy picture to the mare currently walking down the street carefully.
“It is highly probable,” she said as she gave a nod of her head. “Let’s confront her.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Nightstreak exclaimed as he rushed outside and ran towards the mare, scaring her instantly.
“Whoa whoa whoa! I’m on your side!” he yelled as she started to run away.
Nova teleported near her, holding up a hoof, “do not be alarmed. Are you Ms. Sprinkle Toppings?”
The mare stopped, eyes wide as she took in the regal Alicorn before her.
“Princess Nova?!” she yelped, bowing immediately.
“Shhh, no need for that,” Nightstreak hissed, looking around for any onlookers.
The mare slowly stood up, staring up at Nova, “Um.. yes, that is my name. Why?”
“We want to take you somewhere safe so we can hear your story,” Nova said, holding a hoof out. “It is okay now, you are safe.”
Sprinkle Toppings let out a sigh of relief as she reached out and took Nova’s hoof. “Thank you, Princess! Your brother… he…” she looked pained as Louie and Nightstreak moved towards them so they could be teleported. “... He killed a bunch of people and then he… took advantage of… that poor mare.”
This caused Nova’s eye to twitch, as this was news to her. The killings, yes, she knew of those. But this other statement…
“Which mare?” Nova asked as a dark look befell her face.
“I don’t know her name, but it’s the mare that is his Queen now…” she muttered, looking at the ground. “He used some kind of-”
“We need to go, now,” Louie said firmly, catching movement down the street.
Nova gave a nod as everyone grabbed hold of her. Her horn sparked a few times, causing her eyes to go wide.
“Oh no,” she said as Louie’s ears perked up.
“Inquisitors!” he roared as he raised his foot and kicked Nova away, just as a bolt of magic flashed through the area she’d just been standing.
He dodged a few more bolts that flew at him from multiple angles, while the others collected themselves and began to do the same.
This was exactly what they’d hoped to avoid.
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When the world ends, a young man gets a chance to relive his life in the world of Equestria.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 65
“Protect Sprinkles!” Nova bellowed as she dodged the incoming bolts, yanking and pulling the other mare around as she did her best to keep them both from getting hit.
“Comms are down too!” Nightstreak yelled as he put his PDA away. “They’re completely blocking us here!”
Louie growled as he scanned the area, his eyes finally locking in on some of the shooters.
“Six buildings down, fourth floor, left side!” he yelled to the others.
Nightstreak looked in that direction, knowing he wasn’t fast enough to reach them before being zeroed in on. Unless…
“Louie, throw me!” he yelled as he dodged the incoming bolts.
The large bipedal dog blinked a few times, then laughed, “oh hell yeah!”
With a bit of flair, Louie back flipped over some bolts and landed on the ground, holding his hands together by his knees. Taking his cue, Nightstreak flew right at him, landing on him so that one of his hooves was placed into Louie’s hands.
Roaring loudly, Louie flung him hard towards the buildings ahead, “alley-oop!”
Nightstreak rocketed towards the building, crashing into the room with the four Inquisitors.
The shooting lightened up enough for them to breathe as they began to maneuver their way down the street, knowing Nightstreak would catch up.
The mare was letting out screams each time Nova yanked her around, doing her best to keep her safe. If those bolts hit one of them, they’d be incapacitated immediately.
Five Inquisitors suddenly appeared on the roofs of the buildings around them, causing Louie to growl.
“Great,” he glanced at Nova, “we need to get you two out of range of their jammer so you can get her to safety.”
The five armored ponies above them jumped off the building and landed around them, advancing very slowly on them as the bolts stopped flying at them.
“Big mistake, boys,” Louie laughed as he flexed his chest muscles, squaring up with all five of them at once. “Shoulda stayed up there, where it was safe.”
“Get on the ground,” one of the Inquisitor's ordered through their mask, causing Louie to smile.
“Sure, which one of you will make me?”
They were not playing around as they all dashed forward at once, planning to overwhelm him and arrest him.
Little did that know that this was Louie’s preferred way of fighting.
As the first pony reached him he dashed back, slapping them right across the face, shattering their helmet and sending them skidding across the ground.
“One!” Louie gleefully yelled as he dodged an attack from one of them and then sprang forward, catching two of them with his outstretched arms. He pulled them both into himself and jumped into the air. With much more flexibility than he should have he spun around in the air and slammed both of them face first into the ground, embedding their heads in the ground.
“Three!” he laughed as he turned on the last two who were being a bit more cautious of him now.
He didn’t wait for them as he began to walk forward, taking on a very imposing demeanor. It had the desired effect as the two Inquisitors began to back up, a bit fearful of this massive dog man.
As Louie got within striking distance, he stopped, smirking. Then much faster than they could react, he struck a pose.
This confused the two officers, but before they could do anything, his hand suddenly shot out and grabbed one by the face. “Up you go!” and with that he tossed the pony into the air, where he was slammed into by Nightstreak as he returned to the group. The Inquisitor was sent flying through the air and slammed through a wall, out of the fight.
“Four,” Louie said calmly as he towered over the last Inquisitor.
The stallion looked up in fear and then raised his hoof and shot himself in the chest with one of the paralyzing bolts, knocking himself out voluntarily.
“Huh, alright then,” Louie muttered as he turned around, being mindful of the buildings around them. However no more bolts came towards them, which worried him.
Nightstreak landed next to him, looking just as worried. “I took out at least ten of them, but there’s still plenty in the area…”
They looked to Nova, who was standing above Sprinkle, doing her best to keep the mare safe.
“We need to-”
“So the rumors were true, there is a dog Brony,” a very stern and frightening voice called out as another Inquisitor stepped out, this one not wearing a helmet.
“Ah shit…” Louie muttered as he saw who it was. “Chief Strawell, we meet again,” he called out to her, turning to face her as she walked down the street towards them.
“We have never-” she stopped herself, an amused smile over taking her face. “Barehoof’s arrest, you were the little dog, weren’t you?”
“Eeyep, that was me,” he laughed, walking towards her as well.
“Release your hostage immediately, and this will go better for you,” she demanded as they stopped a few yards away from each other.
“Hostage?” Louie asked, raising an eyebrow. Then he realized who she meant. “Wow, lady, you’re way out of the loop here. That mare is not our hostage, she’s our witness.”
“Regardless, let her go,” Strawell again demanded.
“She’s safer with us,” he countered, rolling his shoulder as he prepared for the coming fight.
But Strawell did not engage him as she narrowed her eyes, looking between him and the others behind him. “Explain yourself then, you have one minute.”
“What?” He asked, body tensing as he waited for an attack to come at any moment.
“You said she was a witness, did you not? Tell me exactly what you mean by this,” she said sternly, her cold eyes locked on his.
“Lady, you are too far gone to even grasp the concept,” he countered, but her gaze remained the same, so he let out a deep sigh. “She has information about the wrongdoings of your beloved lord and savior Champion. She’s seen him in the act, killing and assaulting others.”
“I see,” Strawell replied, slowly shaking her head, “any more tall tales you’d like to tell?”
“See? Too far gone,” Louie chuckled, exploding forward as he couldn’t wait any longer for her to make a move.
However she clearly was expecting this. The moment his hand grabbed her neck guard, she gripped his wrist and yanked him down, hard. She had way more strength in her body than he’d thought as she slammed him fast first into the ground, holding him down using his own arm.
But all this did was excite him as he twisted his own body, throwing her over himself and attempting to throw her into the ground, but she moved agilely in the air, like a cat, and landed on her hooves on the other side of him, still holding onto his arm. Not missing a beat he pulled her towards himself as he stood on one knee, getting her into a headlock.
She elbowed him in the gut, which had no effect due to his Ego, so she instead reached up and grabbed his face. To his surprise she used him as leverage as she pulled her entire body up, slamming a back leg right into his face. His hand grabbed onto one of her legs as he stumbled backwards, dragging her with him.
He attempted to throw her over himself so he could smash her into the ground, but she just twisted midswing and broke his grip, saving herself. She then landed flurry precise strikes to his face and chest, causing his left arm to go limp.
“Oh damn, that’s new!” he yelled as his eyes darted to the others, relieved to see they’d already taken their leave, just as he’d hoped they would. He quickly darted back as she advanced on him, trying to get his arm back into action.
“You’re good, I’ll give you that,” Louie said as she stared coldly at him.
With a jerk he got some feeling back in his arm, almost ready to go again.
“Stand down,” she commanded, not even looking a bit tired as she advanced on him. “Do not make this worse than it has to be.”
“Yeah no, I’m not getting killed that easily,” he laughed back, doing a little jig as he readied himself for round two.
“You are under arrest, not being killed,” she countered, shaking her head.
“Lady, for being the Chief of the Inquisitors, you’re really dumb. Do you even know what is really going on here?” he asked, trying to buy himself a bit more time as his arm slowly limbered back up. When she didn’t react he rolled his eyes, “do you even know what Champion has done? Or are you in the dark on all that shit?”
“If you want to talk this much, we can do so at the station, under surveillance,” she offered, trying to at least do this peacefully.
“Like I said, I’m as good as dead if you arrest me, so I’ll take my chances fighting you,” he said as he cracked a few joints, ready to go again.
“Do not resist,” she commanded as she moved in on him much faster.
But, he resisted, hard.
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Nova ran down the alleyway, carrying Sprinkle Toppings on her back as she held her rapier to her side with her magic. She wasn’t killing any of the Inquisitors who moved in on her, but she was definitely incapacitating them as best she could.
As for Nightstreak, he was flying above her, easily taking out any that tried to come from above. They were working as a perfect team, thanks to the two years they’d spent together training in the Time Chamber.
She kept trying her horn, but they were still within range of whatever jammer the Inquisitors were using.
The moment they came out of the alleyway, they found themselves in a decently sized parking lot, surrounded by at least fifteen officers.
“Hold on,” she said to the mare on her back as she and Nightstreak dashed forward.
“Freeze!” an Inquisitor yelled, “Or we will-”
He was cut off as Nightstreak used his face as a launching board, rocketing into another officer as everything erupted into chaos.
It didn’t take them long to dispatch the officers around them, since these were clearly not the higher ranking Inquisitors from before.
As the last one fell, the two regrouped in the middle of the parking lot.
“Are there anymore?” Nightstreak asked, breathing a bit hard as he looked around the area.
Nova focused on the area, trying to pick out any more movements.
“I believe we are…” her eyes went wide as they both turned to a different alleyway where they heard the sounds of someone clapping.
“Fucking epic work you two!” Jun yelled out as he entered the area, clapping his hooves as he hovered towards them.
“Jun!” Nightstreak hissed, not expecting to see him here.
“Yo!” Jun laughed, waving at him. “I see you two found that little mare I’ve been looking for. So just hand her on over so I can eat her pretty little brain. Get those juicy memories absorbed before they become a real problem.”
“You talk a lot, copy,” Nova said firmly as she let Sprinkle Toppings slide off her back. She walked forward, coming to a stop not far from the Lance lookalike.
“Oh Princess Nova, nice to see you again!” he exclaimed, bowing to her with a mocking grin on his face. “Champion wants you dead asap. So why don’t you just… let me take a bite of your skull?”
She just rolled her eyes, flicking her blade around herself, “I will warn you, I’ve fought you a thousand times. I know all your our tricks.”
“Bitch, we’ve never fought!” he yelled, seeming to take offense to her words.
“Oh but we have,” she smirked as she tapped her head with her hoof. “My Ego is… pretty interesting.”
She’d never tell anyone how her Ego worked exactly, but it was very unique. It allowed her to enter into a mindscape where she could fight anyone she’s ever fought before, but as an added bonus it also let her borrow memories from others so she could gather more knowledge on an opponent. This made the copies she made in her mindscape act more like the real person she wanted to learn how to defeat.
She could even use it in real time, allowing her to test attacks against an opponent before she actually committed to them for real.
There was also a sub power to her Ego, which allowed her to predict the movements and attacks of an opponent. Of course, it had the draw back of being limited to her knowledge of the opponent. However, she’d gotten pretty good at predicting how others will fight her, so she’s usually spot on.
For Jun, she had plenty of combat data thanks to the others. Not to mention he was an idiot and very predictable.
“I know how your Anti-Ego works,” she said as she raised her back hoof, slicing her sword through the thin thread that was attached to her. “You negate damage by attaching to others. So if I were you, I’d leave. Now.”
“Screw you, skank!” he roared as he flew towards her, eyes ablaze with rage.
“So easy,” she muttered as she simply dodged to the right, stabbing her rapier right into his chest, penetrating his heart.
He screamed in agony as he hit the ground, holding his chest.
This surprised Nova, as she thought a strike to the heart would finish him for good. He’s reacting to the pain, so that means he wasn’t connected to anyone, so how’d he survive that?
“You dirty fucking slutting bitching fucking cunt!” Jun screamed, body exploding with red energy as he stomped his hoof, sending a shock wave of energy out.
She knew what this would do, so she just dashed back, avoiding the power canceling wave of energy.
The demonic stallion saw this and began to roar with anger as he began to slam his hooves into the ground over and over again, sending out wave after wave of energy.
Yet the regal mare gracefully dodged every wave, rolling her eyes. Even if she lost her Ego, she’d still be able to handle him.
Nightstreak was carrying Sprinkle Toppings on his back as he just as easily dodged the waves of energy.
With a roar, Jun finally gave up trying to hit them with the energy, and optided to instead just charge towards her again.
She followed his movements, seeing he was clearly coming in for a tackle. So she just dashed to the right, hitting him with a flurry of stabs, taking both his eyes in the process. Yet he didn’t react as he spun around on her, blind but still locked in on her.
A frown appeared on her face as her blade flashed a few times, cutting his face in half and taking a leg, but he just kept coming. He’s attached to someone.
No matter what he did though, he couldn’t touch her, as each attack just ended in him getting shredded. His eyes had reformed, but she kept poking them out, much to his annoyance.
Finally he stopped advancing on her, instead focusing on healing as he seethed with rage.
“I’m going to eat you…” he promised, eyes locked with hers as she raised her back hoof and cut the thread. He glared as he watched Nightstreak do the same thing to the thread attached to him and the other mare. “All three of you… I promise…”
“This ends here,” she announced as she pulled an item out of her Personal Dimension and rubbed it against her blade, causing it to glow yellow. “Let’s try some Holy damage, shall we?”
He just smirked as he flared his wings and flew towards her.
“So predictable,” she sighed as she saw his obvious path. He was going to try and tackle her again.
With ease she dodged right, sword flashing up. But her eyes went wide as she saw his body following her, not following the predicted path.
Blood sprayed into the air.
“NOVA!” Nightstreak roared as he dashed towards them.
“Stay back!” she yelled through gritted teeth, her left foreleg caught in the massive jaws of Jun as he latched onto her neck. If it wasn’t for her leg getting into his mouth, he’d have probably bitten cleanly through her neck.
Jun laughed like a maniac as he clenched his jaws on her leg and neck and began to shake her around like a dog with a small animal.
Using her magic, she forcibly pried his mouth off of her and dashed back, blood pouring down her neck and ruined leg.
She winced as she looked down at her left leg, seeing that it was indeed ruined. The bone was sticking out in a few places, and his teeth had shredded it completely. Summer Breeze would have her work cut out for her on this one, that’s for sure.
Thankfully, her neck seemed to just have a few puncture wounds, but nothing serious.
“Fuck yes,” Jun moaned as he licked his lips, smirking at her. “How’s that for predictable, you cunt!”
She had to admit, he caught her off guard. She had underestimated him, and that almost cost her her life.
Her rapier crackled with Holy energy as she raised it again, spitting some blood out of her mouth.
“Try me again, demon.”
He smirked as he obliged her, flying right at her.
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Louie laughed as he stumbled back, his body battered and beaten from the surprisingly very tough mare. She knew way more fighting styles than he did, so she was wiping the floor with him.
But he had to admit, this was fun, despite the situation he found himself in.
As for Strawell, she looked at least somewhat disheveled, her mane messy and her face a bit bruised. Of course, she looked to be handling herself better than him as she walked towards him like nothing was wrong.
All around them were Inquisitors, just watching the fight. So he had nowhere to go, but at least he was distracting them.
“Are you finished?” she asked sternly, pushing her mane back with a hoof.
“I still have a lot left in me,” he laughed as he stood up, looking just as ready as she was.
“You are surrounded,” she pointed out, “even if you beat me, you’re still getting arrested. There’s only one way this’ll end.”
He looked around, deciding it was time for his special move. “Okay, yeah, I’m surrounded. Pretty much screwed. But I ain’t worried.”
She raised an eyebrow at him as the group around them moved in slightly, getting much closer to the two.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he laughed as he began to tense up, “I’ve been training for years for this moment, and it will not make any sense, but don’t let that distract you from the fact that in the year nineteen ninety eight, The Undertaker threw Mankind off Hell In A Cell, and plummeted sixteen feet through an announcer's table."
“What are you-” she began, but he suddenly appeared before her, wrapping both arms around her and suddenly launching straight into the sky. She couldn’t break free of his grip as they spun around and plummeted right back to the ground, much faster than they should be able to.
Right as they neared the ground, he readjusted her so that she hit the ground first, cushioning his blow. But that wasn’t all, as the impact of him slamming her into the ground sent out a massive shock wave of rubble and Ego, sending all of the Inquisitors around them flying.
Slowly he rose out of the crater, rubble and debris falling off of himself. Grunting, he climbed out of the hole and stood up, whistling at all the damage he’d just caused.
“Well! We didn’t have the announcers table, but I think I got the point across,” he chuckled, seeing that he’d incapacitated all the Inquisitors as well. “Wicked as fuck. I told John Cena that would be a viable move.”
He began to walk after his friends, but the sound of rubble shifted caused him to stop in his tracks. “Are you serious?!”
Spinning around he saw a rage filled Strawell standing at the lip of the crater, Anti-Ego flowing off of her body, and her armor blown to pieces.
“Okay,” she said in a calm voice, “that’s it. I’m bringing you in, Brony!”
“You’ve pissed her off, Lou,” a woman said from behind him, causing him to smirk.
“Would love to stay and fight some more, Chief Strawell, but frankly, you’re scary as hell!” he yelled as he dove backwards through the portal Bronwyn had opened right behind him, throwing finger guns at her as he did so.
Strawell watched him escape, not giving chase as she knew she’d never make it. Once the portal snapped shut she took a deep breath, calming herself down as her Anti-Ego faded away.
As everything began to quiet down, she could just barely hear some screaming coming from further in the city.
She cleared her throat and fixed her mane a bit as she readied herself, then she took off at a dead sprint, ready to get back into the fight.
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Jun screamed and roared as he tried to get at Nova, but he wasn’t making much progress as just a head and torso. She couldn't seem to kill him, but keeping him this way was at least super easy.
“I’ma kill ya, eat ya, fuck ya up! Just let me get me legs back!” he roared, but she just rolled her eyes, removing more of him as she prepared to make a run for it.
“Just tell me when to book it,” Nightstreak said as he stood behind her, the mare on his back clearly wanting this to be over with.
“Almost ready,” she assured him, getting ready to remove his head so it’d take him longer to regenerate.
“Party of three, your booth is ready,” Louie called out as a portal opened right next to them.
Nova couldn’t help but laugh as she turned her head to the portal and the smiling dog man, “amazing work, Lou. Nightstreak, get Sprinkle through the portal now.”
He gave a nod and began to walk past her.
Now ready to go, she raised rapier, preparing to cut his head off, but something flew across the ground and latched onto her leg, causing her eyes to bulge.
“RUN!” she yelled, but it was too late as her body spun on the retreating Nightstreak and her blade flew forward.
The mare screamed loudly as her rapier pierced through her throat, causing everyone to react at once. Louie sprinted out, going for the Ego attached to Nova, and Nightstreak tried to move faster. But her floating rapier just followed him and sliced the poor mare in half, causing her to fall off of him, dead. The rapier then flew for Nightstreak, but that was when Louie cut the Ego attached to her and then grabbed her, springing into the portal as it snapped shut, leaving the dead mare and Jun behind.
Jun just roared in anger as Nightmare slowly strolled up, hands behind his back as he took on a more bipedal form
“Hm, good job, Jun, you let them get away,” he remarked as he stopped over the dead mare. “If I hadn't come along, this one would’ve gotten away. And you know what that’ll mean for us.”
“Shut up, asshole,” Jun growled as he reformed slowly.
It was at this moment Strawell ran into the area, coming to a halt as she took in the sight of all her unconscious Inquisitors, the two talking, and the dead mare.
“What happened here?!” she asked sternly, knowing who these two were, but still not happy with what she was seeing.
“I did your job,” Nightmare declared as he spun on his heels and began to walk away.
“Who killed the hostage?” she demanded, walking over and kneeling next to the corpse.
“I did,” Nightmare said as he stopped walking away, but not turning to face her. “That mare was a danger to everything, just as bad as a Brony. Probably worse. Why? Are you upset at this turn of events, Chief Strawell?”
Her left eye twitched as she looked at Jun as he reformed, his own eyes ablaze with fury. She took everything in and weighed her response carefully.
“We did our job, that’s all that matters,” she said in a cold tone.
“Good girl,” Nightmare chuckled, continuing on his way, whistling a strange tune.
Strawell stood up firmly, eyes locked on the corpse before her.
This isn’t what she’d signed up for. This wasn’t justice, nor was it right.
Watching the demonic form of Jun wither around as he regrew his limbs just added to her thoughts.
Doing an about-face, she turned and walked over to her men, deciding to focus on her job for now. She’d deal with everything as needed later.
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Nova slammed her good hoof against the ground, angry tears streaking down her face.
“I killed her…” she spat out, causing everyone around her to move back awkwardly. All those expect Louie as he leaned down next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
“No, Nightmare killed her. He just used your sword to do it. YOU did nothing wrong, he snuck up on us,” he tried to assure her, but she just shook her head.
“I should’ve seen it coming… I DID see it coming, I just didn’t react fast enough.”
“We can’t all be perfect all the time,” he countered, squeezing her shoulder. “We need to move forward, Nova. We have a lot to do, and we need you there guiding us.”
She clenched her eyes shut as she gave a nod, knowing she couldn’t have a breakdown right now. So she pushed herself up, wiped her face and regarded everyone around her. “Thank you everyone. Can someone go retrieve Summer Breeze?” she asked as she wiggled her ruined leg.
Nightstreak gave a nod and took off to find his sister.
“Everyone else, proceed to the next part of the plan,” she commanded, causing everyone to salute her and take off to do their required task.
Then she looked at Louie, giving him a forced smile. “Thank you, Luke.”
“Ah don’t mention it, I’m always here for a friend,” he said as he gave her a thumbs up. “Now if you don’t mind, tell Summer to check me over as well.”
With that, he released his Ego and passed out due to the massive injuries he sustained during that fight.
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<p>The world has ended for humans, but people get a choice; heaven, hell, or a world of their choice. A young man chooses to go to the land of Equestria where he becomes a pony himself.</p><br/><br/><p>Part 1: Jovial timeline<br/>Part 2: In the end, nothing matters<br/>Part 3: The dark timeline<br/>Part 4: Eternal Plains<br/>Part 5: Sins of the past</p><p>Credit for cover art: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plantrune/art/We-are-reliving-the-dream-2023-962006670" rel="nofollow">Plantrune/Yamston</a></p>
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Chapter 66
“I’m serious, do not act out of line once we enter this club,” Vanilla warned as we neared the front doors of a very large and brightly lit building. Two guards stood outside, eyes scanning the area.
“I got this,” Floria said confidently as she picked up her pace, walking like a pompous asshole, “just follow my lead.”
The two guards snapped their heads to her as she stepped up to them, with the rest of us right behind her.
“Move aside,” Floria demanded in such a tone that even I suddenly wanted to deck her.
“Password?” One of them asked, eyes locking with mine for some reason.
Floria scoffed and raised her hand, waving with just her hand, “Banana, do your job.”
Vanilla blinked then frowned as she realized she was talking to her, but she listened as she stepped up next to her and cleared her throat. “Ut bene sit nobis.”
“Hmm,” the guard staring at me rubbed his chin, glancing back to Floria. “What’s your business?”
“My own,” Flora shot back with a sneer. “Now step aside hired help!”
She had such authority behind her voice that they both obliged her and stepped away from the door, allowing us entry.
We quickly made our way inside, letting the doors slam shut behind us.
As we walked down the hallway with no one around us, Floria began to giggle.
“Oh this is so much fun! Why didn’t you tell me being a rich asshole was so much fun, Vantastic?!”
“Banana?” Vanilla asked with a scowl. “Why would you give me such a ridiculous name?”
“Because duh,” Floria laughed, bumping her hips against the other woman, “you’re my big banana.”
“I am not a banana,” Vanilla grumbled as Creampuff meowed loudly as she held him.
“Dunno, Creams seems to agree with me,” she said with a smirk.
The conversation died as we neared the end of the hallway, where we could just barely make out the sounds of talking and laughing.
Acting like she knew what she was doing, Floria walked forward and stepped through the doors, standing proud as we entered into a large room. The room was filled with people in all kinds of fancy dresses and suits, all of them split up into little groups as they mingled about.
I frowned, as this was not the kinda shit I was used to. Maybe a rave or a mosh pit, but a club like this? Boring and uncomfortable.
“Where to?” Domitor asked as Floria seemed to hesitate.
“Go to the bar and ask for services,” Vanilla whispered, causing Floria to straighten up and walk straight towards the bar.
We followed behind her, watching as she took up a place at the bar and began to flag down the bartender.
The man stepped up to her and raised an eyebrow, “what shall I get you, miss?”
“Services,” Floria answered firmly.
“What type of services?” He asked politely as he stood before her. “Pleasure or business?”
“Business,” she replied coolly. “We need passage into Denmor. Discrete passage.”
The man gave a single nod and walked off, presumably to retrieve someone to help us.
While we waited I scanned the area carefully, seeing a lot of immoral things being done by the folks around us, but ignored it since we had our own problems to deal with.
I saw the guard from outside, the one who’d stared me down come in and walk straight for a back room. I didn’t like that one bit, but there was nothing I could do about it.
We waited a good amount of time, staying silent so as to not draw any attention to ourselves.
Eventually I saw the guard leave the room he’d been in, watching as he walked across the room and met up with a skinny Halwen woman who’d just entered the room. They seemed to be talking, but it was impossible to tell about what from this far away.
“So you’re needing discrete entry into Denmor, is that right?” A suit wearing Halwen asked as he sat down right next to Floria, a wide grin on his face.
“That’s right. You our guy?” Floria asked roughly, apparently forgetting she’s supposed to be acting proper.
He just continued to grin at her, “I am the guy. Names Topic. Do you know the cost of discrete transportation into a place like that?”
“Don’t worry about the cost,” she declared boldly, staring him down. “All I need you to say next is that you can do it.”
“Oh I can do it, missy,” he said with a wink. “If you got the coin then I got the time.” Then he straightened up with a smug look on his face. “One thousand per person.”
This caused all of us to go wide eyed, but Floria just shrugged as she held out her hand, a few bags slowly appearing in her hand.
“Deal.”
This caused the rest of us to stare at her in complete confusion. It took me longer than I’d like to admit to realize all this money must’ve come from Jekyll’s Vacuole.
“My favorite kind of customer,” he said with a smile as he took the bags and put them away in his own Vacuole.
Before we could continue, someone yelled my real name from across the room.
“Shayla Beltosh!”
Oh that can’t be good…
Turning my attention to the speaker I saw it was the woman the guard had spoken too. She was standing there with a smug look on her face as she stood in the middle of the room.
I don’t know how she knows my real name, but that didn’t really matter right now.
“Shane, be careful, that’s Vicky’s sister, Blake,” Vanilla whispered into my ear, causing me to stiffen. “She works for the Cakehurst’s as well, but I don’t know anything about her.”
Giving her a nod, I strolled forward, squaring up with the other woman, standing ten or so yards away from her.
“How’d you know?” I asked, just needing to know how she’d seen through the disguises.
Blake just chuckled as she flexed her arms, “I got a friend who works here, his Thorn let him know who you were. He knew I wanted ya, so he called me up.”
“Hm, I see,” I muttered as I glanced at the guard, who just backed off further into the crowd.
She looked past me at the others, “and that must be the girl of the hour, Vanilla Cakehurst herself.”
This caused Vanilla to shrink back and press up against Floria.
“Eyes on me fucker,” I growled, drawing my wooden sword.
“You know, the Cakehurst’s family put a hefty bounty on her head, you could collect it yourself,” she offered, causing me to scoff. “Oh well,” she said casually as she licked her lips , “looks like I’m getting paid for the brat, and getting sweet sweet payback for my baby sister.”
“Your sister was a shitty fighter,” I said with a smirk, trying to provoke her. But it didn’t work as she just laughed.
“True, but she’s still my sister,” she remarked as she began to advance on me. “Get ready.”
“Shayla, be careful, there’s something off about this woman,” Rosemary warned as she appeared off to the side.
I gave a small nod as I began to step towards the Halwen, keeping my sword up at the ready. I could see the wound on her hand, so she had a Thorn, I just couldn’t tell what kind yet.
“You have some very unique abilities,” Blake commented, not in a hurry to engage me, “they’re soul based, just not a Thorn. Which could only mean one thing.”
She stopped talking as she flickered, appearing right before my face with a massive psychopathic smile. My reaction time was on point though as I quickly dashed back, my sword coming down on her face.
But to my frustration it missed completely as she flickered out of existence.
“She can teleport!” Rosemary yelled as I felt a presence behind me. Using my Perception Field I caught her as she threw her hand for me.
Everything came to a crawl as I spun around and caught her with my sword, right on the neck. She didn’t teleport away as time sped back up, but instead shot her hand out, grabbing my sword arm by the wrist.
Cyan energy exploded up from where she grabbed me, causing both Rosemary and me to have a violet reaction.
“She has Ego-“ Rosemary yelled, but was cut off, as if a wall came down between us suddenly.
Letting out a growl I grabbed Blake’s wrist and snapped it, forcing her to let go and teleport away from me.
She didn’t look too concerned about her broken hand though. A smirk fell onto her face as she watched me.
It took me a moment to realize it, but when I did I panicked. I couldn’t use my Ego! Or hear or see Rosemary! I could still feel her, but it felt like there was something between us.
“What the fuck did you just do?!” I yelled, flipping my katana back into its sheath as I pulled out Sir Stabsalot, ready to turn her into a talking torso.
She just hummed as she smiled sweetly at me, “not much. Just blocked you from accessing your Ego for a little while.”
“How long?!” I growled as I began to stalk towards her.
“It’s funnier if I don’t tell you how long the block lasts,” she laughed, a blade appearing in her hand. “Without that Ego, you’ll be a piece of cake.”
“Think so?” I asked as I dashed forward, slicing my sword forward as she teleported next to me, attempting to jab me with her knife.
But I surprised her as I continued my swing, cutting through the floor below us and catching her just as she tried to teleport away, sending her left arm flying.
The now one armed Halwen roared in anger as she held her new stump, eyes ablaze with fury.
“Told ya,” I said smugly as I turned to face her. “So you got a Thorn and an Ego?”
“I’m not talking to you anymore!” She yelled, starting to look even more unhinged.
“Then come on, let me take another limb,” I laughed as I twirled my blade a bit to show off.
Her eyes narrowed but as she started to move, something pulled up behind her and jabbed a blade through the back of her head.
“Wha-wha…” she sputtered as she started jerking and then collapsed, revealing Domitor standing there.
“I had her!” I yelled as I put my sword away.
“I know, but I’m not going to let you risk yourself in stupid solo fights,” he replied as he put away his own sword.
I gritted my teeth, as my pride felt a bit bruised, but I let it go as I turned and walked back to others. Domitor picked up Blake’s Vacuole as it appeared and followed after me.
“Very interesting turn of events, wouldn’t ya say?” Topic asked with a grin as I stepped up to them.
“Shut it,” I snapped, causing him to chuckle.
“This complicates things,” he said as he tapped the table. “Extra six thousand for transporting wanted peoples, such as yourselves.”
“You fucking…” I began, but watched as Floria just dropped a few more bags on the table.
“Done. Now do what we’re paying you for,” she demanded, eyes locked with his.
“Straight to the point, the best kinda customer,” he remarked as he stood up. “Let me arrange things and I will be back shortly. Try and enjoy yourselves in the meantime.”
I glared after him as he walked off, leaving us at the bar with the entire club staring at us.
The bartender stepped up on the other side of the counter and gestured to a door on the other side of the room. “A private room is available for you four if you’d like.”
We took the offer for privacy, since the entire room had their eyes locked on us.
This situation was far from ideal.
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I groaned loudly from boredom as I sat at a high table by myself, the Watcher’s vial sitting there with another comic book propped up before him. I was absent mindedly turning the pages as I finished them, assuming he was a faster reader than me. I liked to look at the pictures for a bite as I read the words.
The others were preoccupied with their own things. Domitor was drawing, as usual, while the other two were sitting pressed together as they read the same book.
“Hey,” I said after a moment, staring at the Watcher, “I’m sorry for, uh, being a bitch and shaking you all those times.”
He of course didn’t respond, just raised an eyebrow at me.
“Yeah, uh, you don’t gotta talk to me if ya don’t wanna. Once we get back to Equestria I’ll set ya up somewhere nice so you won’t be bored,” I mumbled, laying my head down as I turned the last page on the comic book. “Fuck,” I hissed as I put my arms under my head, deciding to just nap, “I’m starting to become… nice… ugh.”
“Shayla? Nice? Not two words I’d put together,” Domitor teased as he sat down at my table.
I looked up, seeing he was drawing a picture of some wicked looking swords. “Sick as fuck weapons,” I mumbled with a grin on my face.
“None of them are practical,” he chuckled, “it’s all about looks with these.”
“Bruh, looking cool is like half the battle,” I said as I sat up, rubbing the tiredness from my eyes.
“I’m pretty sure functionality trumps ‘looking cool’,” he countered.
I stuck my tongue out at him as he went back to drawing.
After a few moments I reached over and placed my hand on his. “Hey,” I said as he looked at me, “thanks for earlier. ”
He patted my hand as he smiled at me, “
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