Oyster Bay: Chapter 1 -Scents-

Oyster Bay: Chapter 1 -Scents-

 

>Be day 173 in Equestria.

>So far your time here has been shit.

>But it has been getting better.

>Las Pegasus has slowly been getting better and better as you have suddenly started finding gems.

>You don't know what brought on this finding of gems, but you just seem to smell them.

>Though the scents of Las Pegasus make your powerful nose wrinkle in disgust.

>The scent of a gem make them all go away.

>Slowly, very slowly, you have begun to amass a delicious scented fortune in gems.

>Good thing too, as you were starting to tire of thrown out p0ny food.

>The p0nies of Las Pegasus have slowly gotten used to their resident "monkey-thing," but you plan on making that change today.

>The high pitched chime of a small bell hung from the corner of the frame proceeds your entrance to "Aéropony."

>Well toned stallions and mares suddenly fill your vision as the bell chimes again behind you.

>The scent of too much cologne and perfume fills your nostrils, overpowering the delicious scents of the gems filling your pockets.

>"Sup, how can we improve your overall loo-"

>The closest Stallion to you says before he notices who he is talking to.

>"Ah, monkey-thing, I've heard about you."

>You just clamp your jaw shut and take his abuse, knowing you are better than him.

>He has 3 collared shirts, all of which are popped.

"I just need clothes...."

>The Stallion laughs and a pony-sized collared shirt floats over to you.

>"Maybe you should try a... a...."

>The Stallion, you're just going to call him Chin-strap as he is sporting a rather douchey chinstrap, and his cutie mark appears to be a jar of pomade.

>Both his chinstrap and mane are slick and shiney.

>"Monkey... store."

>One of the Mares behind the counter says, briefly pausing in her application of horseshoe polish.

>"Yeah monkey store! Nice one Brandy hooves."

"B-brandy hooves? Your name is... is Brandy hooves?"

>You just let out a sigh and turn around, knowing this is not the place for you.

>"Where you going monkey? Our clothes too good for you?"

"Chin-strap.... No. Ju-just no."

>"How do you know my name? Are you some kind've fucking stalker?"

>Oh boy here we go.

"All I wanted to do was buy clothes, but now I see that you are just douches. Fuck this place. Fuck you, and fuck Brandy Hooves. Fuck."

>You spartan kick the door open and walk out, the bell in the corner of the frame chiming slightly as the door closes.

>You walk down the strip, looking for a less... douchey brand of clothes when you hear it and smell it.

>A slight chime, and the overpowering scent of cologne.

>"That's right! You better walk away... Monkey-thing!"

>You just shake your head and continue on, the scent of gems filling your nostrils once again.

>"Hey! Hey, I'm talking to you monkey-thing! You're supposed to turn around and... and...."

>"Fight him!"

>You stop and turn around.

"Nope?"

>You say that one word then turn around again and continue on.

>Not even Brandy Hooves will elicit a reaction from you.

>The scent of too much cologne and perfume fills your nose again.

>A strong hoof punches your shoulder and you are flung to the sidewalk on your back, facing the anti-thesis of your current life.

>"You don't just walk away from me!"

>Brandy Hooves nods along with his words.

>You just sigh and lay there, before yawning and putting your arms behind your head and closing your eyes.

>"The fuck? Oh no you don't!"

>His hoof starts to come down, intending to crush your chest.

>"Stop right there criminal scum!"

>A blue glow envelops the three of you.

>"Nop0ny breaks the law on my watch! I'm confiscating your stolen goods. Now pay your fine or it's off to jail."

>A smile breaks out on your face as shock flashes across Chin-strap and Brandy hooves faces.

>You then notice that the rather gaudy looking police man/imperial pony guard is looking at you.

"W-wait what?"

>Chin-strap and Brandy Hooves are smiling as the blue aura releases them and they return to Aéropony.

>You are lifted from the ground and your pockets are emptied.

>Gems.

>Gems everywhere!

>"I'm confiscating these, now pay your fines or it's off to jail for you, Monkey!"

"I-I have no money...."

>You mumble out, knowing this unicorn would never take it that those gems were yours.

>"Then it's off to jail for you!"

>Your vision flashes white and you are magically teleported to the Las Pegasus Dungeons.

"What the fuck, is this a dungeon?"

>The gaudy looking Unicorn refuses to respond.

"I'm going to name you Adamus Fillyda."

>The name elicits no response, just a slight flash of surprise.

>Another unicorn comes forward with a quill and parchment.

>"Age."

"1492."

>"Name."

"Columbus."

>"Occupation."

"Sailing the ocean blue."

>The unicorn just jots it all down and you smile.

>Your vision flashes white again and suddenly you are behind bars.

"Well fuckshit."

>You take inventory of your surroundings.

>Bed.

>Table.

>Chair.

>Cup.

>Lock pick.

>Skull.

>Wait... skull?

"What the FUCK is with these dungeo-lockpick?"

>You hold the thin piece of metal up and smile.

>Using your master thief skills, you punch the FUCK out of the lock and walk out.

>You proceed to pick your teeth with the lock pick and walk up the damp stone staircase.

>Turning a corner, you find a seated Adamus Fillyda, duteously scribbling on a parchment.

>You catch the whiff of a delicious scent and see your pocketful of gems on a plate behind Fillyda.

>Opportunity... in this... community?

>Smirking, you stealth your way up towards the plate of gems.

>Reaching over, you gracefully pluck a single sapphire from the plate and stealth your way out of the jailhouse.

>Freedom.

>The scent of a gem never smelled so good.

>Casually, you make your way over towards the strip when you hear it.

>The chime of a small bell.

>Oh fuck no.

>You slowly turn and into your vision slides Chin-strap and Brandy Hooves.

>"Look who's come back for more. I guess our last encounter didn't leave a good enough... uh...."

"Holy shit are you FUCKING STUPID."

>You are suddenly in his face, your finger in his chest.

"Impression. Fucking impression. My god will you ever learn!"

>Chin-strap is cowering beneath your gaze.

>Your throw your arms up in exasperation and turn around, walking away.

>"Yeah, you better walk away!"

>That's it.

>You are on him like a spider-monkey.

>The Sapphire in your hand, you strike the ground with it, creating a sharp edge.

>You rest it against his chin strap.

>His eyes grow wide as he realizes what you intend to go.

>You slowly slide the sharp corner down his chin, slicing his chin strap away.

>Chin-strap faints as you cut the last off his face.

>Brandy Hooves is on the ground behind him, tears streaming down her face.

>You clutch the sapphire and walk away, your blood boiling.

>"Stop right there criminal scum!"

>You hear the voice of Adamus Fillyda.

>Oh fuck no.

>You are not going back to the Las Pegasus Dungeons.

>You sprint away, your adrenalin pumping.

>Your legs are carrying you harder than dragonforce as you sprint.

>You pull a potato-clock out of your pocket to check the time.

>You're about to miss the last train for the night.

>Where ever it is going, you are going there.

>"He-hello. I-is anyone there?"

>Your potato alarm is going off and you sprint even harder.

>You round one last corner.

>There.

>You see it.

>The train is starting to leave the station.

>You notice that everything seems to have a blue hue to it.

>Fuck.

>Adamus got there first.

>Without thinking you grab your potato alarm clock and throw it.

>"Noooooooooooooooooooo-"

>Well that was strange, your clock never spoke before.

>The clock hits the shield and it seems to fall in on itself, trapping the potato in a net of magic.

>You hurtle over the net like you can fly and land running.

>The train is just starting to catch speed.

>You leap for it.

>And you miss.

>The train continues on without you.

>Luckily for you there was a sleeping cabin behind the train and you easily made the jump.

>You stand up and brush yourself off, waving goodbye to Adamus Fillyda.

>The inside of the cabin is blush and filled with soft pillows.

>Before you know it you are face down in a pillow asleep.

>A pure white pony opens door to the cabin.

>She wrinkles her nose at the smell before gasping at the sight of your destroyed clothes.

 

Fin