Psychopath in Equestria: Chapter 8 (To Canterlot)

>A sense of relief fills you as Celestia pulls away.

>”How do you feel?”

“Much better thanks.”

>You pull down your shirt.

“We should reach Ponyville in a couple hours.”

>You can remember the scenery as it passes; this is a road you’ve traveled before.

>”Good, from there we can catch the train to Canterlot and set things straight.”

“I will be catching the train, but I have another task for you.”

 

“Apologize to the mane 6 for me. I’d do it myself, but they’ll likely turn me in.”

>”You can apologize yourself when this is over.”

>She’s a bit optimistic about how things will turn out.

“I may not be here when that happens.”

>”Don’t speak in that manner. I know you’ll be fine.”

“Do you though?”

>She doesn’t answer.

“Thought so…”

 

>The two of you walk along the road, neither of you saying a word.

>You did want her to apologize to the mane 6, but more so you didn’t want her there.

>If you know her then Chrysalis will either be sent away or placed on the moon, both not solving the problem.

>This calls for a more crude solution.

>One only you can give.

 

>You make out the outskirts of town, and slow down your pace.

“There it is…”

>”What do you want me to tell them?”

“Tell them…. This is what I am, and that in another world, I hope things would turn out differently.”

>She nods,”Stick to the edge of town, I’ll draw their attention.”

“Affirmative, it was good to have met you Princess.”

>”Likewise.”

>With that she trots into town as you trudge off the road.

 

>She’s greeted with an uproar by the sound of it.

>Royal visits are rare, so an unexpected one is sure to cause quite the stir.

>Thankfully this allows you to pass through virtually unopposed.

>You’re about half-way to the train station when you take a look at yourself.

>This is no way to dress for a royal audience, even if it isn’t truly royalty.

>There’s only one place in town to get clothes that fit you, and that’s home.

 

>Going through the front door would be suicide, there’s too much of a risk to be caught.

>Instead you climb around the back, entering the second story window.

>Most of them were boarded up; you’re just surprised it isn’t burned down yet.

>You ease yourself into your bedroom.

>Everything is just the way you left it; nothing seems to have been disturbed.

>They respect privacy, you’ll give them that.

 

>You literally tear off your clothing which has degraded to little more than scraps of cloth.

>You slip into something more comfortable, just a simple pair of jeans and t-shirt.

>There’s a hooded robe as well which you also put on.

>It’ll at least give you a couple seconds if you’re spotted.

>Every second counts when it comes down to it.

>Your stomach rumbles, reminding you that you haven’t had anything substantial since last went to Canterlot.

 

>You head downstairs, hoping no one has raided your fridge.

>”Ye… kno…”

>You press yourself against the wall and listen closely.

>Someone’s here, but who?

>”We really… him go… a threat.”

>It’s a girl from the sound of it, but you need to get closer to hear exactly what they’re saying.

>You inch closer to the bottom of the stairs.

 

>”Dwelling on the past won’t change anything.”

>”What he did was wrong. You have to let him go.”

>You hear one of them sobbing, trying to keep it in.

>They don’t know you’re here which is enough for you.

>You head back up the stairs, eyes peeled on the bottom in case they decide to come up.

>”Eep!”

>That turned out well.

 

>You turn around fast enough to see a blur of yellow crash into you.

>You lose your balance, crashing down the stairs, forming a crumpled mess at the bottom.

>Why does nothing ever go as planned in this god forsaken place?

>”Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

>You can’t see anything, but something about her seems familiar.

>Why does that voice sound… Fucking Fluttershy.

 

>More hoofsteps sound off towards you.

>”What happ- Who is that?”

>”I don’t know. I saw him walking upstairs, and he startled me. So I kind of…”

>They can’t tell it’s you yet, likely due to the robe covering you.

>They’ll find out sooner or later, might as well be now.

>You stand up, cracking your neck for dramatic effect.

“Nice to see you all again.”

 

>You face towards them, the rest of your friends now in view.

>”A-anon?” Twilight asks looking upon you.

“Now before you do anything-“

>Her face becomes flushed with anger as she pins you against the wall.

>She never was good at listening.

>You kick your shoe off and fling it at her face, disrupting her control.

“Listen to me. I’m not here-“

>You duck out of the way of an incoming chair.

“Let me explain.”

 

>The others are too transfixed on your appearance to help Twilight.

>”We have nothing to-“she tosses another chair at you, “talk about!”

>You dive over the counter and into the kitchen, the chair nicking you.

>You peek your head over, only to duck from a hail of apples.

>You dust off one of the projectiles and take a bite.

>Mmmmmm… juicy.

“I’m sorry Twilight. I’m sorry about everything.”

>”Sorry is not going to cut it this time.”

 

>”Twilight please you’re scaring her.”

>Her? Who else is here?

>”She won’t be afraid once he’s gone.”

“Who is her?” you ask standing up.

>A pillow plows you in the face doing nothing but irritating you.

>She’s run out of things to hurt you with by now.

>Twilight’s horn begins to spark violently as she charges some sort of attack.

>Guess she isn’t out of moves.

 

>A bolt of lightning tears across the room striking you against the chest.

>You grab onto the counter to keep yourself up as she charges another.

“Twilight- just wait.”

>She grimaces as she gets ready to unleash another.

>”Please…” a little voice cries from behind her.

>Twilight turns halting her attack.

>You can’t see who said that, but you don’t recognize the voice either.

“Who is that?” you ask.

>A filly flies up to the top of the couch, looking at you with curiosity.

>Daisy?

 

>This is a situation you weren’t ready for.

>Daisy flaps over towards you, cornering you in the kitchen.

>”Are you- she pauses clearing her throat, “Anon?”

>You look over to the others who’re nodding their heads.

“Yes I am.”

>”You may not remember me. I was in the uh-“ Her eyes turn red as she holds back the tears.

>Martin took so much from her, good thing you taught him a lesson.

 

>You step forward and hug the distraught filly. Crying is one of the few things you can’t stand.

>You stroke her mane as the tears flow down your back.

“Shh… It’s alright, he’s long gone.”

>”Thank you…” she sobs.

>You look at Twilight who appears to be doubting her previous behavior.

“Daisy, I think you should run home now. I need to talk in private now.”

>She sniffs and does as instructed leaving you all alone.

 

>You take another bite of your apple breaking the awkward silence.

>”So why’d you come back?” Applejack asks.

“For a fresh set of clothes and some food of course.”

>Your joke falls on deaf ears.

“What? I was only going to be here a minute before I moved on.”

>”Moved on to where?”

>”And what for?” Rarity adds.

“Canterlot, I have some unfinished business there.”

 

>All six get ready to attack at yours words.

“Whoa now hold your horses! I’m not going to kill the princess.”

>They back off, but remain wary.

“Not the real one anyways…”

>”And what do you mean by that?”

“Nothing. I’m not here to cause trouble, but since you’re all here anyways I may as well offer my apology.”

 

“It was wrong what I did. I deceived you all into believing I was something I’m not. I did terrible things to those who didn’t deserve it. I don’t deserve your sympathy, but for what it’s worth I’m sorry.”

>They part as you step towards the stairs.

“I wish we had met under different circumstances… Bye.”

>You go back upstairs, no sign of pursuit on their part, and climb out the window.

>If you hurry you can make the train to Canterlot.

 

>Celestia’s arrival still has Ponyville’s undivided attention.

>You stick to the back alleys masking yourself in the darkness.

>It’s not difficult to move around incognito.

>You’re almost at the train station when you’re blinded by a yellow glare.

>Moving out of the way you spot a contingent of royal guards patrolling the station.

>Why the hell are they here?

>They’re seldom seen outside the castle, let alone in Ponyville.

 

>They keep a tight watch on the perimeter, though you’re barely able to slip through them.

>The door is tightly guarded, two of them standing ready.

>You’re not going to get on that way.

>You could go in through one of the windows, but you’re sure to be seen if you go on that route.

>There’s no conceivable way to get on undetected. *clash*

>”Watch it!” a guard says to one of the loaders, “We’ll put you in the stockade if you drop another one.”

 

>That gives you an idea.

>You loosen the side of one of the crates and open it.

>You can’t see too clearly, but there appears to be enough space for you to squeeze in.

>It’s a tight fit, but you manage to get in.

>Resealing the side the waiting game begins.

>Time passes slowly, and you find yourself counting sheep.

>You’re interrupted by a rumbling as you feel yourself being lifted.

 

>”They don’t pay us enough for this. This box weighs a ton.”

>”Quit your yammering, or we’ll make you.”

>”Dude shut up, I don’t know about you, but I like my teeth where they are.”

>”I don’t know what’s up with everyone recently. After that foreigner got banished everything’s gone to Tartarus.”

>He has no idea how right he is.

>”I’m more worried about today. Let’s just get this shipment loaded and head home.”

>At least someone values their time.

 

>They drop you off in the train, a sliding door signaling their exit.

>”All loaded up!” he shouts.

>The train roars to life as it pulls off down the tracks.

>You can’t take the confinement of this box any longer.

>You kick open the side and hurl yourself out.

>You find yourself where you think is the storage car, a surplus of boxes crammed within.

>You’re mildly interesting what the cargo is, but you don’t care enough to investigate.

 

>You look through the door into the next car, just more crates lying inside.

>From car to car you move trying to get to the front of the train.

>The train suddenly shifts, tossing a crate off of its shelf, crashing against the floor.

>”What was that?”

>”Probably just the crates, I’ll check it out.”

>Damn guards.

 

>You conceal yourself behind a stack as the guard enters.

>He whistles a tune to himself as he scours the storage car.

>That sounds awfully familiar to you.

>”Aha,” he shouts finding the fallen crate, “Just a crate after all!”

>He sets it back on the shelf and heads back to the door.

>The train shifts again, sending another box flying off the shelf, right next to you.

>”You need to be more careful or else-“ He silences as he spots you.

 

>”Stop right there criminal scum! Nobody breaks the law on my watch! I’m confiscating your stolen goods. Now pay your fine or it’s off to jail.”

“Resist Arrest?”

>”Then pay with your blood!”

>Anon vs. Royal Guard. Fight!

>The both of you leap towards each other.

>He strikes first knocking you against the wall.

“If you wanted to play rough then you should have said so.”

 

>You pick up one of the smaller crates and throw it at him.

>He cradles the package and sets it down giving you the opportunity you needed.

>You mount him, tearing off his helmet as he bucks wildly.

“I think you need to take a nap.”

>You bring down your fist against his neck, knocking him out like a light.

>This fight was curiously easy. Why did he let himself open like that?

>”You alright in there?” another guard shouts.

>Another person to deal with, how fun.

 

>You slide open the door and walk into the next car, a passenger car.

>The guard is the only one there oddly enough.

>He’s staring out the window, not paying you any attention.

>”Everything alright in there? What was the commotion all about?”

“He had a little slip, nothing compared to what’s going to happen to you.”

>He turns to you glaring, “We’ll see.”

>Round Two. Fight!

 

>He swipes you with his hooves a couple times, each of you exchanging blows.

>Neither of you seem to be able to land a hit.

>You see a turn coming up, one he doesn’t notice.

>You brace yourself as the shift throws him off balance.

>You land your first blow against his unguarded snout, making him reel back.

“At least you’re putting up a better fight than the other guy.”

>He wipes his nose on his hoof, a stream of blue blood running down his nose.

>Blue?

 

“Why is your blood blue? The others always had-“

>He smiles and attacks again, you dodging easily.

>You swing off the seats and kick him backwards.

>Where have you seen blue blood before?

>This isn’t the first time you’ve seen it.

>Your eyes widen at the thought.

>The guard’s smile grows at your expression.

 

>”You should have stayed in that forsaken land.”

>He disappears in a puff of smoke, appearing once more as… you.

>He dances around on his legs for a minute, getting used to his new form.

>”How interesting. Chrysalis will reward me for bringing in the fugitive.”

“You’ll have to catch me first changeling.”

>”Not a problem.”

>He lurches forward and charges.

 

>You haven’t fought a human since before you got here.

>His feet frantically stomp on the ground as he continues leaning forward.

>You jump and pull yourself to the ceiling as the changeling comes crashing beneath you.

>You land on his back, inciting a small groan from him.

“You have to learn to walk before you can run.”

>Picking him up by the collar you slam him against the wall repeatedly, bloodying his face even further.

 

>You flip him around to admire your work.

“So this is what I’d look like if I sucked.”

>He coughs up a wad of blood and laughs at you.

>”You have no *cough* idea who you’re dealing with.”

“I kinda do,” you reply punching him in the ribs.

>”You’ll never stop us all.” *cough cough*

>He squirms as you introduce your knee to his gonads.

“Watch me.”

 

>You open the door dragging his body behind you.

>”Never… stop…”

“I have a question. You like trains?”

>He coughs up more blood in response.

“Let me introduce you to his friend. Tracks.”

>You grab his arms and toss him underneath the train, giving the wheels a new blue coat.

>Flawless Victory. Fatality.

 

>You close the door and sit down, finally able to relax.

>You’ve had enough surprises for one day.

>Sleep eludes you, the changeling’s words keeping you awake.

>Why does it feel like he knew more than he let on?

>You jump out of your seat and back into the storage car.

>The guard is still knocked out, lying in a pool of drool.

 

“What were you trying to protect?

>You grab the package and rip it open.

>You reach inside, pulling out some type of black object.

>The lack of light cloaks it, but it feels wet and squishy.

>You squeeze it lightly, its fluid bursting from the core.

>It smells disgusting, so you wipe off your hand on the unconscious guard.

>The smell seems to have stirred him from his slumber, giving you a chance to obtain some answers.

 

>You grab another box and drag him into the next car.

“I think we got off on a bad start.”

>You heave him onto a seat where he stays due to your show of force.

“Let’s cut the bull and you tell me what I want to know, starting with this.”

>You place the box before him, his expression telling you that he has the info you want.

“What is this?”

>”It’s a box.”

“Wrong answer.”

 

>You slam his head against the table and grip his jugular.

“Maybe I wasn’t being specific.”

>You smash the package, destroying the object within.

>He tries to stop you, but your grip assures his cooperation.

“What is that?” you ask pointing towards the goopy mess.

>He refuses to answer, instead raising his head defiantly.

“Have it your way.”

 

>You scoop up the remains and tighten your grip, forcing his mouth open.

>He shakes violently as you shove the mess into his mouth, wood and all.

>You ease off his throat and coax it all down his gullet.

“I’m tired of playing games, what is that?!”

>He gasps for air, furiously trying to gag himself.

>You slam him down again.

“We’ve got hours before we reach Canterlot. Until then you’re my bitch! Now what is it!?”

>”It’s an egg!” he cries.

 

“A what?”

>”You heard me!”

>You slam him down again and again.

“Don’t smart mouth me you little bitch. Now what is it?!”

>”An egg.” He mutters painfully.

>”An egg from what?”

“A changeling…”

 

>You turn back to the storage cart.

>That place is full of boxes like this, hundreds of them stacked on top of each other.

>If Chrysalis raises them in Canterlot…

“I’ll never stop them all.”

>You look back to the bleeding guard, wallowing in pain.

>The damage finally got to him as he returns to his regular form.

>You can’t let them reach Canterlot.

 

>You pull him to the back cabin, tossing him on his back.

>Placing a foot on his spine you grip his tiny wings.

>You pull with all your might, tearing both of them off of him.

>He pisses himself in agony, losing control of his bodily functions.

“You helped me out so I’m going to let you live. Tell your buddies to call it quits, because there’s a new sheriff in town.”

>You lock the door behind you, sitting down on the median between the two cars.

>You pull the pins holding the two together, the storage car slowing down behind you.

 

>The crisis is averted for now, but who knows how many shipments have been made to Canterlot already.

>You sit down and lay your head against the window.

>You close your eyes and drift to sleep watching the passing scenery.

>Several hours later…

>A screech pulls you back into reality.

>You stretch, cracking your back and neck with a satisfying series of pops.

>The guards’ voices echo around you, though none have entered the car yet.

>You manage to slip out the back and run to cover before anyone notices you.

 

>Canterlot. If only you were here under better circumstances.

>Being a fugitive tends to dampen the mood.

>You look back to the tram station, the conductor arguing with some guards regarding a “lost shipment.”

>Happy to disappoint you boys.

>Sensing the opportunity you sprint into a nearby alley and away from the scene.

>Hope they liked the paint job.

 

>You proceed through the alleys unfortunately far more crowded than those of Ponyville.

>It’s filled with garbage, street raff and some fluid you don’t want to know about.

>You eventually take to running amongst balconies as the roofs are too tall and guards patrol the walls above.

>Your cloak does eventually come in handy, hiding you long enough to escape from an oncoming group of guards.

>Chrysalis certainly has increased security now that she’s in command.

>Leaders do tend to be paranoid after all.

>At least this time, someone really is after her.

 

>You make it to the Castle Courtyard, dodging in and out of the hedges.

>Guards pass by obliviously, allowing you further access to the castle.

>You pass by multiple statues, taking time to admire Discord’s.

>So much power, so misguided. Tragic really.

>The next statue is strikingly familiar.

>Though it’s incomplete, you look as dashing as ever.

>At least the sculptor got your nose right, you might have had to kill-

>No Anon. You’re over that. This is your final job and then you’re done.

 

>You slide next to the wall, hiding within the bushes.

>Two guards are standing at the doors.

>Great, the only accessible entrance and it’s blocked.

>Quick Anon, how do you distract someone?

>Bing! You pick up a small rock and toss it away, its thud echoing.

>The guards look towards the noise and follow it. Huh? That was easy.

>They must be more changelings; no trained p0ny would abandon their post.

>Now free, you creak open the door and slip inside, Chrysalis awaiting.