- >>Why the fuck do you care?
- >>This is a curse that you have yet to shake
- >>You frowned during the whole grim task, but you embraced it all the same
- >>Was this human? You don't know
- >>A clump of dirt fills your hands as you scoop it into a deep trench
- >>Well, it isn't so deep any more
- >>You hardly knew her, but you figured that this was fitting
- >>A grave overlooking an Everfree waterfall
- >>The way that the mists lingered below, it almost looked as if you were above the clouds
- >>Finally, after you pat the layers of dirt tightly into place,
- >>You heft a large rock into place at the 'head' of the mound
- >>Your flint knife was worn down to a blunt nub
- >>And upon this ad-hoc headstone, the word 'Gilda' was scraped in white to contrast the black of the surface
- >>You discard the now-useless knife
- >>Your feelings are mixed
- >>She was a bitch, no doubt about it
- >>But she was also a dear friend to Dash
- >>At least, at one time
- >>She didn't deserve to die
- >>No one deserves to die
- >>You remember, back when you were brand new, you were promised that this was an immortal world
- >>To have such a thing stolen from you?
- >>Horrific
- >>In your old world, people were born
- >>And then they decayed
- >>Here? Those laws didn't have to apply
- >>You sat on your knees and looked down upon the final resting place of the winged creature
- >>You have nothing to say
- >>You don't have the right to say anything
- >>You weren't her family. You knew nothing about her
- >>The roar of the waterfall in the background helps you think
- >>This world was so pure on the surface
- >>But under it all, there was such turmoil
- >>Celestia told you that you were intended to bring a balance to the cosmic cacophony that spawned such monsters that plagued Equestria
- >>She thought that they were introduced to disrupt harmony
- >>But, you're thinking,
- >>This continuum must simply find other ways to maintain the flow of life and death if age isn't a factor
- >>You think for a moment
- >>No, it's not important
- >>Then you get up on your feet
- >>It's time for you to move out
- >>The mayor wasn't going to help
- >>For all you knew, she was probably the first one that they ensured would suffer the clouding addiction
- >>Celestia was ignorant of this whole thing
- >>You were in some serious shit
- >>Your enemy was the vanguard of a great demon plotting his return from Tartarus
- >>You left the Everfree, passing into the fields surrounding Ponyville
- >>You considered your options
- >>Dare you attempt a hike to Canterlot?
- >>No, no. You don't.
- >>You have already wasted far too much time.
- >>All they need is Applejack and their sinister designs will be completed
- >>If you tarry,
- >>If you make one wrong move,
- >>The world stood on the precipice of ruin
- >>Before, on the locomotive leaving Appeloosa, you felt that you had a big responsibility on your shoulders
- >>Being a solitary human in a world not made for you
- >>Finding out who you were
- >>What you were
- >>Forever alone, representing the good and the bad of your species
- >>Without memories or recollections, you were poorly equipped to do so
- >>And, hell, people told you frequently that you were stupid
- >>Too many bucks to the skull
- >>This was a job for someone smart
- >>Someone of incalculable intellect and wit
- >>This was a job for someone like Twilight Sparkle
- >>No, this wasn't a job for any one pony
- >>This was something that the Elements of Harmony combined should be taking care of
- >>Equestria is stuck with you
- >>But it was time to set right what once went wrong
- >>Time to get your life back
- >>You're going to make them pay for shooting you off a fucking cliff
- >>You found yourself back at Confection Perfection, yet again
- >>After hours, yet again
- >>You seem to be going down this road, a lot
- >>The door was repaired, but haphazardly
- >>Not for long
- >>You brace your left foot against the ground and lean into a kick against the knob
- >>The door flies open at high velocities
- >>The crash is horrific
- >>No time to waste
- >>Through the darkness, you move
- >>You are alert, tracking your eyes from left to right
- >>This time, you switch on the lights as you move through the store
- >>You're also surprised that you haven't been jumped yet
- >>After all, they came at you with about a dozen last time
- >>Your eyes scan your surroundings. Everything is neat and tidy
- >>You narrow your eyes, suspiciously, and head down the stairs
- >>Here, you are on full alert mode
- >>If you're going to get jumped, this will be the place
- >>You're surrounded by dark
- >>You reach a hand to the pull cord for the overhead light
- >>Click click
- >>Light floods the room
- >>It's completely empty
- >>You cringe
- Huh?
- >>The tables are gone
- >>The containers of chemicals
- >>The maze-like array of twisty straws connecting them
- >>The rows of tools
- >>Bunsen burners
- >>Torches
- >>Vats of foul smelling brew
- >>It's all gone
- >>All of it
- >>Save for a stain etched into the ground from your previous night's little tussle in this laboratory
- >>You narrow your eyes, confused
- >>You look left, then right, to the roof and to the floor
- >>You see the door you did not notice before, and make your way to it
- >>You try to open it, but it holds tight
- >>Too early for this shit
- >>You brace your foot against the wall and throw your weight into it, tugging as hard as possible
- >>The door whines, but it holds tight
- >>Okay, enough of this
- >>You kick the door, just like the one up stairs
- >>It heaves
- >>You kick again
- >>It gives way
- >>After a third, the tip set of hinges shatter and splinter
- >>You use your hands to rip it out of its frame and cast the whole mess behind you
- >>You're the fucking hulk
- >>Alas, before you, you see a cavern
- >>You have no idea how far deep it goes
- >>Luckily, as far as you know, they do not yet have Applejack
- >>And without Applejack, their plans can't continue
- >>You sally forth, vanishing into the poorly lit abyss of that dusty catacomb
- >>How long has it been?
- >>About forty minutes to an hour?
- >>Just how far into the unknown did this trail lead?
- >>The air becomes choking
- >>Inhospitable to life
- >>But the worst came just before the releif
- >>There was a lite at the end of the tunnel
- >>You approached it slowly,
- >>You got low to the ground as you did so
- >>The white overflow of light gave way to sight
- >>You saw that the tunnel exited into a large circular chamber
- >>Wood in construction
- >>Full of rafters
- >>Well lit, at least
- >>Hay was strewn over the ground
- >>You cocked your head
- >>Was this a barn? A silo?
- >>As you crept closer to the edge of the door, you noticed that there was a suited mobster guarding the entrance
- >>His hands were thrust in his pockets as he watched the goings on, boredly
- >>What you wouldn't give for his view
- >>So, you'll take it
- >>You reached your hand from the shadows and gripped the tuft of his collar
- >>“Wha.. HEY!”
- >>No one heard him over the work being done inside
- >>He was forcefully drawn into the shadows
- >>And into your waiting elbow
- >>His canine head is thrown to the side and he flumps onto his knees
- >>His tongue hangs out helplessly
- >>Moments later, you slink from the shadows, adjusting your mobster's cap to cast a shadow over your >>upper features
- >>You assume his post after taking care of the body
- >>Oh, you didn't kill him. You're far too much of a softy
- >>But it'll take them a while to find it in that maze of shadows
- >>The overcoat helps greatly in your ruse
- >>Very few, if any, human features show through
- >>You look at the goings on for yourself
- >>All the vats, chemicals, work spaces, and the technical skill needed to make them work has been relocated, alright
- >>You can get a good whiff of the liquid solutions, and it makes you cringe
- >>You wonder how these dogs must cope, since their smell is supposed to be so much better
- >>More useless trivia that Celestia left you with
- >>Without seeing what you came here for, you slink into the shadows of the heavy construction and make your way towards the door
- >>Security was pretty lax, from what it seems like
- >>Upon exiting the structure, you find that you are surrounded by more than you bargained for
- >>There were waist-high fences cross crossing between buildings
- >>A lot of trees surrounded the farm, but the farm was so large
- >>There must be a dozen buildings
- >>How long have they been planning this?
- >>Without a way to narrow it down, you're going to be spending all night searching through buildings
- >>And every second you do remain in this state, you're liable to be found out
- >>Just then, someone shoves you in the shoulder and sends you stumbling forward
- >>Oh, Celestia, this is it!
- >>You whirl around
- >>A mobster dressed in suspenders stands before you
- >>Face of an English bulldog
- >>Gray coat
- >>You prepare yourself to punch his lights out
- >>“Oi, what're'ya doin? The entrance is unguarded!”
- >>You shook your head and leveled your hand on your hat
- >>You put on your best accent that you can
- Sahrry, boss! Needed some fresh air!
- >>He turns to look over his shoulder and snorts
- >>“...Yeah, that crap gets to all of us.”
- >>He pauses for a second and looks you over
- >>“Alright, I'se gonna get one o' the other meatheads ta take over. Go check on the baws. Tell him the next shipment is ready.”
- >>You smile
- Gee, thanks, Mac! Where is he?
- >>The large task master throws a clawed finger over to the farm house
- >>You look over and cringe a smile
- >>Jack
- >>Fucking
- >>Pot
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Sherm: My Little Anon: Episode 46
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