Joao: Chapter 1

Joao The Fisher Man: Chapter 1

 

 

You are a Portuguese fisherman from the 15th century. You've been transported into Equestria when you fell asleep during one of your fishing trips. You appear on the side of a river. Your renaissance-styled clothes are tattered with the exception of your wide-brimmed black velvet hat with a giant feather piercing the side of it. You awake to a pastel landscape and the lack of sea salt in the air. After a short prayer, you look around, you see a settlement in the distance. You notice that the buildings look Bavarian in design, how do you proceed further?

>Somehow, a chest of your belongings washed up on the coast

>Inside you find some parchment, ink, a compass gunpowder, a blunderbuss, some shot, a letter opener and some dry fishing bait

>Look at compass

>Arrows are spinning crazily

>You throw it in the river out of fear

>You do not dare to proceed into the Germanic village

>You spend the night in an earthen hovel near the river

>It's cold, but you endure it

>Whenever you're hungry, you fish

>Set up a small poacher's camp in time

>Eventually the native denizens wisen up and investigate the occasional plume of smoke that comes from your campfires

>A few ponies saunter into your camp, looking confused and shocked

>They start babbling in some tongue

>You are shocked by these creatures

 

>You collect your wits

>Animals do not speak, only men speak!

>This must be a work of Lucifer!

>There are only two of them, good!

>You grab your letter opener off your makeshift boulder table

>You charge towards the ponies who are equally confused

>You use their daze to your advantage and rush up towards an orange earth pony and pierce it's throat with steel, carving the knife sideways

>Blood spurts from it's throat and it drops to the ground, shaking violently and covering up the gash with it's hooves

>You look at the other cyan unicorn who is covered in her fallen friend's blood

>She is paralyzed in fear by your actions

>She starts speaking in that devil tongue again

>It sounds like pleas for mercy

>No, you cannot allow these demons to live.

>You flip your letter opener, smashing it down in front of the pony's horn

>You pull the blade out and bring it down in the same spot

>You do this twice before the pony collapses

>You and the grass is covered in blood and you have slain two agents of Satan with a letter opener.

 

>You look at the corpses

>An unholy lust washes over you body

>It is the aura of the the Fallen One

>You decide it would be best to dump the corpses in the hovel and move camp

>You proceed to do so

>You pray after completing the deed to sanctify yourself

>You are careful not to get demonic blood on your wooden cross

>The lust seems somewhat culled

>You whip your back until it bleeds with your makeshift fishing rod as penance for your unnatural desire

>You bathe in the river

>You pick up your belongings and move further up the river

>The settlement appears closer

>The demons would never attack so close to a town

>You think they came from the nearby woods

>One day, you are fishing

>You see a pastel figure in the distance

>A yellow filly carrying a basket of apples walks out of the woods

>My God, there are more of them.

 

>You watch the thing walk out of the woods

>It has a red man and a light-yellow coat

>More lust washes over you

>You already understand that this is Lucifer's trick

>You reach for your blunderbuss

>You begin to load it

>By the time your load it your boner is gone and the filly is nowhere to be seen

>You sleep with your gun tonight.

>You wake up to see the filly walking out of the woods again

>You take aim

>Pull the trigger

>Metal bits propel towards the filly

>Knocks her off her legs, tearing off some legs in the process

>Whole body is demolished by the shrapnel

>You walk up to the corpse

>You toss it in the river

>You take the basket of apples

>Atleast you wont shit fishy paste tonight

>Wake up to sounds of demonic screeching

>It's an orange-colored earth pony with a blonde mane

>It's wearing a tiny hat, you find this amusing

>She's in tears, screaming a name repeatedly

>You load your blunderbuss...

 

>After looking at the demon through your sight you realize that it is equine shaped

>You already know that they are weakling imps

>Perhaps you can use it as transportation

>You sneakily creep up next to the horse

>You suddenly spring, jumping on her back

>You take off your hat and clamp it around the pony's face, darkening her vision

>The damn thing is half your size, your feet touch the ground

>Useless.

>It keeps bucking around pathetically, releasing muffled cries through the velvet hat

>This bores you.

>You pull out your letter opener and jam it into the pony's spine

>It releases a bloodcurdling scream as the slim knife rips apart the cord connecting her vertebrae

>It drops to the ground limp

>You, of course, drag the corpse to the river

>That was too easy.

>You have a good amount of dried fish now

>You pack your camp and retreat into the forest

>You wander around for about half an hour

>Getting dark

>A prayer inspires courage in your heart

>You reach the other side of the woods

>You see an open field with apple trees

>There is a plow in the middle of one fields

>You can probably take it apart for metal

 

>You sneak into the fenced empty field

>You dismantle the iron plow to remove the blade

>You stow the blade into your satchel

>You also find some nails, leather and a few baskets of apples

>You make several trips back to a small cave in the woods

>It's not a sin if you steal from demons, you tell yourself

>There is nothing left a 15th century Portuguese fisherman can salvage

>You get a brilliant idea

>You wrap some foilage around a fence post

>You ignite the foilage by creating some sparks with your flint and tinder

>You throw the torch into an apple tree.

>The top of the tree slowly ignites, it blazes soon enough

>The trees are clustered, every single one of them are blazing soon enough

>You look over the valley of apple trees ablaze

>You put your hands on your waist, proud of your work

>You retreat to the cave and drift to sleep to the smell of apples roasting

>Hear occasional screech in demon tongues

>Their pain fuels your faith

>You sleep tightly

 

>You wake up around noon

>The sky is dark with ash from yesterday

>You feel bored

>Impure thoughts again

>You decide that this time a simple wooden rod won't do

>You grab some shrapnel from your blunderbuss

>You embed it into strips of leather

>You tie the strips around your fishing rod

>You swing it with full force, bringing it down onto your back

>Blood trickles down your back profusely

>Yes, pain is good

>The pain is salvation.

>You climb on top of the your cave shelter

>You stand on your knees, back covered in blood

>You fold your hands and pray

>A pony with a yellow coat and large pink mane spots you but is too timid to apprehend you

>Instead she just observes you for a few minutes until you move, in response to which she dashes away

 

>You're gathering some foilage to insulate your cave

>You saw another demon today

>It was relatively young

>It had a grey coat and a light green curly mane

>It looked terrified when you approached it

>It started babbling in it's demon tongue and tears streamed down from it's disgusting oversized eyes

>It emptied it's bowels seconds after you approached

>You're not going to waste ammo on this imp.

>You lift your heavy sea boot up, slamming it down onto the demon

>A series of sickening cracks are created as the filly is flattened into a mixture of guts, blood, matted fur, brain matter and feces by the man's boot

>You continue on

>You spot a full grown demon, it has a yellow coat and a large light pink mane

>It's leading about a dozen other demons

>They are all talking in hushed tones

>You fire off a small shot

>They shout in terror and run away from the source of the noise

>You get closer

>They seemed to have grouped together again and calmed down a bit

>You see a huge, gaping cave behind them

>You get as close as possible to them without them seeing you

>You fire off another shot

>They scramble, fleeing into the cave

>You wait until they re-emerge

>You hear guttural roars and muffled cries instead

>You laugh as you walk 'home'

>You fall asleep, you've now been here for a whole week

 

>You wake up

>As usual, you start your day with a prayer

>You have a little shrine set up in your cave already

>You walked around the woods a bit

>You return to the burned fields

>It's literally nothing but ash for acres and acres

>Something sticks out like a sore thumb

>It's a rather large, red-colored demon

>You are reminded of that one Italian poem

>It has a fairly strong musculature

>Your schedule is completely empty

>You walk up bravely to it

>It's stunned in fear

>It starts saying something in a shaky tone

>Doesn't sound like the other demons, real slow and twangy.

>You whack it across the snout with your makeshift whip, dazing it.

>You tie a leather rope around it's neck

>You spend the next few hours resisting it's pull and breaking it

>It sometimes screams but other demons aren't summoned

>Eventually it drops to the ground

>You tell it to rise

>It doesn't

>You whip it until it shows motivation

>It rises

>You mount the stallion

>You kick the heels of your boots into it's flanks

>It instinctively moves ahead

>You hold onto the horse's reigns and spend the rest of the day commanding it around the ashen fields

>As the day ends, you use your other strips to tie it to the tree

>It spends the night weeping

>Sometimes you have to whip the demon to shut it up

 

>You name your newfound mount "Vermelho"

>He tries to put up a fight sometimes

>You respond with merciless beatings

>Strangely enough, it's fairly durable

>It almost never speaks now, as you meet it with extreme prejudice

>You ride Vermelho around the forrest, shooting up game

>You start a campfire

>You cook the birds and rabbits you shot, picking the lead out of each piece of meat carefully

>You've never owned a horse before, so you throw Vermelho half a rabbit

>It doesn't eat it, just looks at it with heavy eyes

>You get annoyed by this

>You whip Vermelho across the face with a stick, pointing at it repeatedly

>It finally gobbles up the flesh

>Tears stream from it's eyes

>The next day, you find Vermelho dead

(Horses cannot into meat digestion)

>Dammit.

>You wander around in the woods until it's dark

>You reach an unfamiliar sight

>Before you open a large town

>It seems fairly desolate though

>Many houses are boarded down

>A few remain open

>Some of them have signs

>You peek into one the stores

>There are...Dresses? Everywhere.

>There are other various garments as well

 

 

>The inside of the store is darkened

>You could still make out the basic shapes of the garments

>You scan the building for a discreet entrance

>Ah-a!

>You find a back door

>You easily force it in

>The denizen of the store hears the break in and rushes down a set of stairs

>She finds Joao standing in the middle of the store, head slightly due to the low ceiling

>She is a unicorn with a white coat and a lightly curled purple mane

>She starts scolding the intruder

>This cannot end will.

>You furrow your brows, a look of distaste appears on your face as this thing scolds you

>Shooting it would cause too much noise

>You attempt to silence it by grabbing it's snout

>The thing bites your hand

>The flesh of your palm has been pierced by demonkin.

>You simmer with rage and backhand the thing across the face

>It falls down, whimpering

>You bring your boot down on the felled pony several times

>The first few times you hear crunches of varying intensity and volume

>The crunches subside, blood starts leaking from it's mouth

>Eventually the force of the stomp is enough to make the body burst, sending gore all over the dresses and the shop floor

>You grab another wide-brimmed feather hat along with some cloth and exit the shop

 

>You have enough cloth to patch up your only set of clothes

>You spend a few days watching the town

>Every day, more of these things flee the settlement

>One day a large carriage arrives in the town

>A tall, gallant-looking being with a flowing sparkling mane exits the carriage

>She is being hailed by her underlings

>It is clear to you that she holds a position of power

>You track her and her horde's movements as she inspects the town and the outskirts

>Firstly, they stop at the location of your latest presence

>Then they proceed to the burnt apple-farm acres

>They also inspect the rotting corpse of the orange blonde-maned pony

>As they sweep through the forest, you watch them from the trees

>They find numerous skeletal remains outside the manticore cave

>They find your cave hovel as well

>Shit.

>They rummage through it

>They seem to be interested in your crucifix, it is taken as evidence.

 

 

>The corpse of your red short-lived mount is also found

>The gallant being makes a speech

>A few hours later, the whole town is vacated

>These things are leaving in hordes

>Seriously, vast hordes.

>You remember your pouches of gunpowder

>You quickly attach a fuse to each pouch

>You light the fuse, tossing the pouch towards the horde of ponies

>It lands on some pony's back, exploding on contact

>A torrent of gore, organs, intestines, bile and other fluids fly, mixed with the grey haze created by the explosion

>A bisected pony with it's intenstines hanging out pathetically tries to crawl away using it's forearms, dragging it's organs on the rough cobblestones

>The survivors see this, fleeing in horror

>Soon enough they are out of range to be targeted by your throw

>The whole town, it is empty.