Title: The Escape - Chapter 1 Author: DeeDeeCee Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/hYhhJibH First Edit: Monday 9th of July 2012 06:27:08 AM CDT Last Edit: Monday 9th of July 2012 06:27:08 AM CDT -------- >You lay down under a tree. >"It's nice out today, don't you think?" "Yeah. It is." >You look up at the clear blue sky. >It really is a nice day today. >"...hey, Anon?" "Yeah?" >"I want you to make me a promise..." >You look over to your companion and give her an playful exaggerated frown. "And what would that be?" >She smiles back, while holding back a giggle "Well..." --------   >You slowly open your hazy eyes. >Oh, look, such a pretty blue sky- >HOLY SWEET JESUS >LUNGS ON FIRE >you roll over around and quickly cough up the water in your lungs. >unfortunately, your arm doesn't comply, and you fall on your face. >OW, PAIN. >Your clothes are also soaking wet with water, and half of your shirt is covered in blood, originating from your shoulder. >Oh, so that's why your arm is being a bitch. >After taking a minute to make sure the contents of your lungs are empty, you stand up and get a good look around. >You're surrounded by trees bearing apples. Most likely an orchard. >A pretty big orchard, at that. The trees go out pretty fa- >Oh right. Your arm is bleeding. You should probably take a look at that. >You take off your soaked shirt and get a good look at your shoulder. >Seems like you scratched the top of your arm on something pretty badly. >You can't remember exactly. >Bits of skin were missing, and it was bleeding pretty excessively for a scratch. >Huh, guess that's why it's not hurting as much as it should. >Most of the blood that used to be there is now on your shirt. >You tear off one of the sleeves and tie it around the wound. >Although it probably won't help much, since your makeshift bandage is already covered in blood and water. >Whatever. >The orchard is at an odd angle, and seems to be going uphill. >Maybe you can figure out where the hell you are by hiking to the top. >Actually, how did you even get here? >Wait, brain, systems check. >Name? >Anon. >Age? >Nineteen, I think. >What planet are you on? >Earth hopefully. >Yep, everything seems to be fine. You were probably at a bomb party or something- >Ohey, you're at the top of the hill. >Holy shit, that's a lot of color. >You look down to the town riddled with pastel houses. >Is that a house made out of pastries? Why is there a carousal there. >Well, guess that really was a damn good party. >There's a farm relatively close to you though, so it might be a good idea to stop there first. >Maybe someone can help get your arm patched up. >Right as you take your first step, you notice the small orange blob dart between two trees from the corner of your eye. >You get a good look at the tree you saw the figure hide behind. >Okay, debrief. >Some unknown figure is currently hiding from you behind a tree. >It didn't make it's presence known, yet it's smart enough to actually take cover to remain undetected. >You've seen enough MarbleHornets to know where this is going. >Then again, you're covered in blood and your clothes are soaking wet. >So it's understandable why someone might want to hide from you. >Throwing caution to the wind, you call out to whoever is hiding. "Hey, over there, behind the tree. I hurt my arm pretty badly out here, and I could use some help." >No response. >"Listen, I'm not going to hurt you or anything. I just need some help." >Damn, that sounded cliché as fuck. Good job screwing up diplomacy. >Then again, maybe nobody was there. >You take a single step and start walking over to the tree, just before the orange figure walks out from behind it. >Wait, what? >It's a freakin' horse. >And orange horse. >With apples tattooed on it's ass. >All of your what. >You take a deep sigh before letting out a good laugh. >A little louder than you meant to, at least. >The orange horse took a step back, slightly startled by your outburst. "God, what the fuck happened at that party. First, gingerbread houses, now radioactive mutant hors-" >"Hey, who ya'll callin' a mutant? Yer' the strange lookin' one here." >It. >Just. >Talked. >You stare at the monster in silence for what felt like minutes, before letting out another little laugh. >It wasn't really little. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. NO. EN-OH. NOPE." >The orange horse just stares at you with a look of confusion. >Odd, for a horse, it has some pretty human facial features. >In fact, it didn't really look too much like the horses you've seen. >It had a slightly larger head, with big eyes. >Oh, and it can talk. Right. Almost forgot about that one. "Well, whatever dude. Clearly, I'm still fucked up from last night, so if you'll excuse me," >"And where do y'all think yer' goin'?" >You let out another laugh, although this one was more of a chuckle. >Talking horses was more amusing than it should be. "Who? Me? I'm walking over to that barn down there. Hopefully there's, you know, PEOPLE there." >"Oh, you mean sweet apple acres?" "Uh. I guess." >"Well I was just headin' back there. You're free to tag along if ya'd like." "Sure, why not. I've never talked to a horse before." >She shoots you a "are you fucking serious" face. >"For yer' information, I'm a pony. And I don't think you'll find any 'people' over there." "And why would that be, Miss Pony?" >"Because I help run the place! And mah names Applejack. Nice to meet you... err-" "Anon. Short for Anonymous." >"Well, nice to meet you Anon. I'll try ta' get you fixed up when we get back." "No clue how you plan on doing that, but alright. Whatever floats your boat." >Right, so recap. You're walking with a talking pony >in a colorful world >that has houses made out of food. >God, what the fuck are you on right now. >You take a few more steps in silence before suddenly feeling heavy. >Your vision starts to blur before you fall face-first into the dirt below. >You should really stop falling on your face. >As the world around you goes black, you can hear Applejack call out your name.   -------- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srKhvIQfzew >"Haha! Never thought your little baby could push 88!" >You look over to your partner in the backseat. >You give him a stoic glare that could pierce the heavens before winching in pain and focusing back on the road. >That gash on your shoulder looks worse than it is, at least, that's what you hope. >You didn't really have time to get a good look at the wound earlier >You were too busy making a sprint to the car. "Hey, once we get this back to Rosa, I promise I'll replace it something from the last decade." >Thank god it's this late at night. There's not too much traffic to worry about. >Then again, you were navigating the streets of a populated city. >You were just in one of the more rural areas. >While driving nearly 90 miles per hour. >In a 1992 Sedan. >"Well fuck. Guess a thirty-second head start doesn't help much." >You look into the rear view mirror. He was right. >A midnight black van was gaining on you. "Think you can handle it Mark?" >Before you can even finish your sentence, he already opened the sun roof. >He reaches for his M4 Carbine before pulling himself up. >"HEY, NO SHARP TURNS, A'IGHT? ITS HARD ENOUGH TO AIM AS IT IS." >He's standing in the car, but with his upper torso sticking up out of the hole in the roof. "Yeah, no problem." >You shoot him a quick thumbs up, but quickly put it down when you realize he can't see it. >You take a quick glance at the cardboard box on the passenger seat. >It's about the size of a portable television. >Pfft, all this trouble over some hunk of metal junk. >Rosa better keep her promise. --------   >Well this feeling is familiar. >You open your eyes, the world slowly coming into focus. >You're laying down in a bed, albeit a little uncomfortably. >Smaller than what you're used to. >You pull yourself up, but quickly grab your shoulder in pain. >Well, at least it's dressed properly now. >Guess the owner of the place went looking for his horse and found you. >Might as well go downstairs and properly thank him or her, now that you're up. >You stand up and slowly shuffle out of the room, >you're still a little groggy from the blood loss. >As you walk down the stairs, you decided to call out to whoever was there. >Hopefully, you don't startle anyone. "Hey, I'm up. Thanks for patching me u-" >You see the orange pony sitting in front of a table. >surrounded by five other ponies. >all staring at you "...I never asked for this."