- Part 7 Trouble in the Neighborhood
- >A week later...
- >Your shoulder healed completely the morning after the party
- >You got into the habit of waking up at dawn to do an hour of PT
- >Fluttershy could not be a better hostess, although you wish you had more than eggs and fish as protein
- >You don't complain because you're in survival mode
- >Daily routine included showering after PT, heading down to Sweet Apple Acres and doing about 4 hours of work
- >There really wasn't much you could do, since you couldn't buck apples
- >Still appreciated whatever work they could come up with for you. It always was nice to earn a few bits every day
- >After work, go to Twilight Sparkle's library...tree..home..thing, and be studied
- >After that, hang out at Sugarcube Corner with the other 6 ponies
- >No drinking. Drinking brought up... unpleasant memory fragments...
- >All week, Twilight tried getting into your mind and "magic-ing" a rifle into existance
- >Yesterday was the first sucessful attempt. She pulled out a working M1 Garand and a clip of ammo
- >Not the M4 Carbine, but still
- >Fuck yeah
- >You can still wreck shit, and look classy doing it
- >Today she was supposed to work on replicating the ammo
- >You wake up with the sun about to rise
- >You vaguely recall a nightmare. The same nightmare that had been plaguing you since you found a regular sleep schedule
- >The first time was the night you had to be dragged back to the small bed in Fluttershy's cottage after you had one too
- many
- >The only thing you can recall was various memories trying to be remembered. Some quite violent. Some rather sad. Nothing
- was ever happy
- >Then you had a falling feeling, similar to when you first arrived in Equestria
- >Then you wake up
- >You haven't told Twilight or anyone
- >Secretly, you hope that these nightmares will help you remember your past life
- >Until then...
- Time for PT
- >90 Pushups
- >112 Situps
- >Half hour of run
- >Done
- >Shit's getting too easy, you consider the possibilities of making things harder
- >Shower time
- >Fucking shower is too small for you to stand normally
- >End of shower
- >You look at yourself in the mirror
- Looking good
- >Flex
- >Looking at your tattoos
- >On your right arm is the Senior Airman rank. Why is that?
- >No clue
- >On your left, a tattoo of a language you neither speak nor read
- >No fucking clue
- >Time to shave
- >Carefully you use knife.
- >Eh, even if you weren't home anymore didn't mean you could be out of AFI standards
- >Get dressed in your ABUs
- >Fuck, gotta get better walking around clothes
- >You don't want to walk around in your flight suit because you felt less like a soldier in it without a jet to fly
- >Attaching your KA-BAR knife to your belt, you take care to also put on your M9 holster
- >Never can be too careful
- >Can't wait to get that M1 from Twilight. You left it with her so she could study it more.
- >Downstairs, you hear breakfast happening
- >You go down and watch as Fluttershy feeds all her animals
- >Cute, but really, aren't these animals capable of feeding themselves?
- >"Oh, hi Anon. Want the usual for breakfast?"
- Yes, please.
- >It had come down to two slices of toast with butter and a large glass of water. Simple, quick, and light.
- >Happy to have an easy breakfast to make, she serves you breakfast with an adorable smile
- >You gotta find a way to make it up to her, maybe you could build her a better fence or something
- >As you finish your "meal," you say a rather hasty thanks and move on out
- >Heading out the door, you almost run into Twilight Sparkle
- >Unusual
- Hey, Twilight, I was just heading to help AJ at the farm-
- >"They said you could use a break today" she says as she smiles
- >Unusual of her to interrupt you, but hey, she must be excited to have a full day of studying you
- >And to be honest, you felt like it was pity work. You'd never take money you never earned, but you still have your pride
- >And you'd rather make a living doing something you were skilled at
- >Apples just weren't your thing. You liked them, but you're no farmer, let alone an apple farmer...
- >Is that even the correct terminology?
- >Fuck it
- >Walking towards town
- Alright Twilight, what are we going to do today then? All this time and only one thing on the agenda.
- >"Well Anon, we could always talk more about your culture, or better yet, your personal life!"
- >You noticed how chummy you had gotten with Twilight Sparkle
- >Then you realized you had gotten that way with pretty much all of them. You had 6 friends. Six.
- >Since when did you get so popular
- >You laugh it off
- Always about my personal life. Why can't we talk about yours once in a while?
- >She turns her head and... is that a blush? Na, can't be. She's faking me out
- >She then gives you an "Oh you" face, and the both of you laugh
- >You fucking called it.
- >But there was something else on her face...
- >Just your imagination
- >As you walk into town, you feel something missing
- >There's a lack of ponies here...
- >Oh shit, no really, the streets are empty
- Uh, Twilight, is there some sort of holiday going on today?
- >"Not to my knowledge, Anon."
- >The two of you walk further into town
- >Tumbleweeds
- >You feel uneasy
- >As you approach Sugarcube Corner, a familiar pink head pops out
- >In a loud whipser, Pinkie Pie says "COME INSIDE QUICK!"
- >"Pinkie, what's going on he-"
- Twilight, I think you should listen to her
- >"But Anon, what about you?"
- >You pick her up and set her down inside gently
- Pinkie, what's the problem?
- >Her eyes are bulging out of herOHGODHOWDOESEYESWORK
- >"DIAMONDDOGS!"
- >Dogs?
- >Fucking really?
- >The shit you've put up with before
- >You rush out of the bakery, intent on getting this over with
- >You hear Twilight and Pinkie both plead with you to go back inside
- >You were trained as a soldier, you're not about to run away from a threat, real or perceived
- >Nevertheless, you make sure to stick to corners, being as covert as you can
- >You fought the urge to pull out your weapons
- >You really didn't like the idea of putting dogs down
- >Hell, you grew up with a couple dogs as pets
- >Right brain?
- >Yeah dawg, that aight
- >....
- >What?
- >Your vernacular is different. Quit it
- >Just a joke man
- >http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8JUIGdKli0
- >FUCKING FUNNY MAN
- >Chill out
- >So, it's ok for you to make jokes, but not me?
- >Yup. I'm the brain. You don't have a choice
- >Fuck you
- >You halt as you hear footsteps. Hugging a wall, you slowly turn the corner...
- >And find three dogs. Walking on their hind legs.
- >And you thought you'd seen it all
- >They only resembled dogs in the loosest sense of the word
- >Still, you figured you shouldn't kill them...yet. Let's see if they're as terrifying as the town thinks
- >You listen in on the conversation
- >Big ugly of the group: "..and then the boss tells me, 'WE NEED MORE PONIES!"
- >Small ugly: "What better a place than Ponyville for Ponies?"
- >Medium ugly: "Indeed! We'll have enough slaves here to mine the mines dry! COME ON OUT PONIES!"
- >Good God, their voices are nearly unbearable
- >And they're stupid
- >Though they were all different sizes, the smallest one came up to about pony height, whereas the two bigger ones came
- closer to your height
- >You don't have any desire to listen to anymore of their stupid chatter, and you step out of the corner and into the street
- You know, the one thing I can't stand is your fucking voices.
- >They stop, and look at you with contempt
- Get the hell out of my town
- >It's apparent that they don't know what you are, but they also will be damned if they let anything stop them
- >"who's going to make us? You?" They laugh
- Yeah. Me. Last chance to get out.
- >You stare at them
- >They stare at you
- >http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFa1-kciCb4
- >They come right at you
- >Big ugly comes into spitting range first, about to crash into you.
- >You sidestep and throw your right at him, hitting his stomach.
- >The combined force of his sprint towards you plus your thrust puts him on the ground
- >The other two slow down, seeing what happened to Big ugly
- >You jump onto medium ugly and, grabbing his head with your left, ram it into the ground, face-first
- >Not content with the THUMP sound, you punch the back of his head a few times
- >His body goes limp. Still breathing though. Good, just knocked the fuck out
- >Small ugly jumps on your back and pulls you off Medium ugly
- >He's actually hitting you pretty hard in your spine
- >It's actually starting to hurt
- >You quickly stand and jump onto your back
- >He doesn't realize what's going on until it's too late
- >Under your weight, he's easily crushed and lets go
- >Damnit, he's still breathing. These dogs were starting to piss you off
- >You look around
- >Two dogs... Wait, where's Big ug-
- >GOOOSH
- >Punches you in the jaw, sending you flying
- >Land on the ground, hearing laughter
- >Laughter dies when you get up, not rubbing your (starting to swell) jaw
- >You walk to him, taking your time, watching his dread as he starts to back up
- I warned you to get out of here
- >Without warning, you sprint to him and bring a foot to his stomach
- >He bends over, and you grab his head
- >Hi dog face, meet my knee
- >His nose bleeds over your BDU trousers
- >Sigh
- Do you know how long it takes to clean blood off these?
- >Elbow his head into the ground
- >Look around
- >The other two dogs are nowhere to be se-
- >Oh, they're running away, apparently not knocked out
- >Big ugly gets up, and follows suit, apparently thinking it wasn't such a good idea to fight with you
- >No one messes with you
- >Not anymore
- >Wait brain, where'd that come from?
- >Uh...I don't know, play the music!
- >http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-YCN-a0NsNk
- >No one comes out
- >You don't blame them
- >Nonchalantly, you walk over to Sugarcube Corner and open the doors
- >...Or rather try... They've been bolted down or something
- >You knock
- >Hear nervous shuffling
- Hey, it's me! Open up!
- >Loud noises ensue... Furniture being moved? Meh, whatever
- >Pinkie opens the door and is about to pull you in, when see sees the blood on your uniform
- >"What happened????"
- I told them kindly to go back home. They decided they wanted to wrestle, and I showed them a thing or two about the sport.
- >Twilight comes over, and looks at you with awe
- >"Who's blood...?"
- Don't worry, it's not mine.
- >"You didn't...did you?"
- Of course not. I let them off with a warning
- >Relief pours over her face
- >"Alright everypony, it's safe to come out!"
- >Slowly, doors open and heads pop out.
- >Cautiously, ponies walk out of their homes, and they go about their business like nothing happened
- >There's a lack of staring at you. It's almost like you're starting to be accepted into this small pony community
- >Feels...kinda good
- >"What was that Anon?" Twilight asks
- >Huh?
- >Oh, right
- That was just a little close-quarters combat.
- >"Impressive..."
- Not really. Just simple Krav Maga, I didn't even try that hard. Honestly, that fight wasn't a big deal
- >"Hopefully you won't have to do that again."
- Hopefully not
- >But you weren't optimistic about that. You reason that if Ponyville could've been taken over by three dogs
- >Diamond Dogs
- >Yeah, that's what I said
- >..taken over by three diamond dogs, you might have to pick up security for the town
- >Lightbulb
- >You think you may have found another job...
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My Little Airman pt 7 Trouble in the Neighborhood
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