Title:           Oyster Bay: Chapter 1 -Scents-
Author:          iamabore
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First Edit:      Wednesday 2nd of May 2012 10:26:15 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 2nd of May 2012 10:26:15 PM CDT

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