>Your feet once again grace the soft Equestrian soil.
>You look back to the portal, its blue frame holding the entrance to Filthy Rich’s tomb.
>You pray his soul is at rest, but none other than he can decide that.
>That battle left you slightly drained, and with all you’ve been through you’re entitled to a much needed break.
>Twilight comes rushing up to meet you, the mare exhausted even after her small jog.
Does she even lift?
>”So, how’d it go?” she asked excitedly between gasps for air.
>You smile and point to your crown.
“May he find peace at last.”
 
>She turns ecstatic at your response, hurrying you along into town.
>”This is great news; you’ve helped our town once again Anon.”
“What can I say? I’m just that good.”
>”What do you plan to do next?” she asks you once she reaches the well.
“Well, with the looming threat gone, I figured it would be nice to take some time off. Just relax and let myself recover fully.”
>”Sounds good to me, need anything done before you get to it?”
“Just the usual.”
>She takes your items off your hands, checking them thoroughly.
 
“I’m hoping to have a little get together at the inn tonight. Would you like to come?”
>She doesn’t reply initially, taking her time reviewing your items.
“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”
>”Nonsense,” she responds, “I’d be delighted to come. It’ll be nice to spend more time with my friends.”
“You don’t talk to each other much anymore?”
>You figured that they would’ve grown closer with all they’ve been through.
>”We talk on occasion but mostly keep to ourselves. Things have changed so much around here…”
 
“And I’ll make sure to change it back little by little, whatever way I can.”
>She returns your equipment to you, a small smile on her face.
>”Why do you care so much about us?”
>You’re taken aback by her question.
“What do you mean?”
>”You say you came here for work. You wouldn’t have been the first to come here for that reason.”
“Yeah, what of it?”
>She shakes her head.
 
>”Many have entered the chambers beneath our town, and those who’ve returned never looked back, leaving this place without hesitation.”
>Her smile widens slightly, “You stayed when all others have left. Even when you faced death’s door you strove to stay and fight. Why did you choose to stay?”
“I… well…”
>You don’t know how to respond.
>She chuckles as you stumble about trying to find an adequate response.
>”Or is it because you’re just that good?”
>You rub the back of your neck, embarrassed with your behavior.
“Let’s just stick with that.”
 
>You make idle chat with here, mainly dealing with what you’ve seen down there.
“Say, what did you do with that cleaver anyways?”
>”I have it locked away, safe and sound. Why, want a souvenir?”
“Just thought I could hang onto it, keep it in good hands.”
>”Evil is not something one simply contains. Great stallions have fallen due to their bravado. I do not wish the same for you.”
>Words of truth as well as wisdom, you wouldn’t expect anything from Twilight.
“Thanks Twilight. I’ll see you tonight. Mind rounding up the others for me?”
>”Not at all. See you.”
 
>You head directly into Applejack’s workshop, the steamy interior still stifling upon entering.
>You’re not quite sure how Applejack works here, let alone lives.
>Applejack isn’t at her usual place working the anvil.
“AJ, got some stuff that need selling!” you shout out, no response in return.
>She must be busy down below, taking inventory or some such thing.
>You follow your instincts into her armory, the orange pony working on a mannequin.
>”Hiya Anon,” she says as she focuses on the task at hand, “Take a seat. I’ll be right with ya.”
 
>You lean against the wall while you wait for her. Applejack certainly has a way to stay busy.
>She’s probably the only p0ny left with a dependable source of revenue, excluding Zecora who seems to conjure up money from the fucking ether.
“More stuff for the folks out west?”
>”Indeed. Just got me some… new clients as well.”
>She speaks in between adjustments, making sure to keep her work at maximum quality.
>She lets out a final grunt as she latches the last few pieces into place.
>”Now,” she wheezes, whipping away a dollop of sweat, “What’ve ya got for me today?”
 
“Just some more weapons and armor, as per usual. Looks like you have quite the order though.”
>”Yeah well, they seemed to take a liking to my work. I got more work now than ever before.”
“Really? Anything I might be able to swipe?”
>She laughs, “Naww, you’ll do better with your arsenal anyway, but if you’re looking to sell…”
“Only have one gal for that. Here’s what I’ve got so far, think you can make a trade?”
>”For this stuff? Shoot, I’ll take anything off your hands besides, you always bring me the best.”
 
>Gold changes hands, leaving you just shy of four grand.
>”Careful now, anymore and you might just fall over.”
“Endurance training at its finest.”
>”Whatever you say, there’s always more where that came from if you’ve got business.”
>You head out the door, turning back when you realized something.
“I forgot to ask, you coming ‘round the inn tonight?”
>”I don’t know, I’ve got an order to fill and not much time to do it.”
“Oh…” you respond, mood dampened, “That’s okay. Can’t expect you to come at my beck and call.”
 
>”If ya really want me to come sugarcube…”
“It’s fine. You just finish that order, there’s more than enough time for us to hang out later.”
>You solemnly leave her workshop, but being sullen isn’t the way to start a break.
>You move to the inn, making sure to stow your cape in your bag.
>Causing conflict with Rarity is not your idea of a good time. You just hope she won’t bring it up.
>Entering the building, you’re greeted by the familiar faces of Rainbow, Rarity and Pinkie.
 
>”Hey Anon, nice to see you back safe and sound.”
“The feelings mutual Dash,” you reply sitting down at the bar.
>”The usual?” she questions, ready to pour you a pint of ale.
“You know when I first arrived here, before things went to hell? We went out to the bar and had some of that nice brew. You happen to have any of that around?”
>She smiles deviously before looking around, making sure Pinkie was unaware of the request.
>She leans in to your ear and whispers, “A shot of Applejack Daniels it is.”
>In a flash she’s out and down the cellar, trotting back up with her bottle of liquor.
 
>Setting a shot glass before you, she fills it to the rim with the amber liquid.
>”Keep this between us you hear?”
>You nod, raising the shot glass to eye level.
“Down the hatch.”
>The shot pulls you back to better times, the beat of the music and scorching of alcohol. Good times indeed.
>Thinking back, you remember Pinkie there as well. Damn she looked different back then.
>She wasn’t nearly the brooding train wreck she is today. In fact, she was the happiest p0ny if you recalled.
 
>You shake your head, dispersing the negative thoughts in your mind.
>”Too strong for you?”
“No, just thinking is all.”
>”Don’t hurt yourself now.”
>Jeez what a bitch. You wouldn’t have her any other way.
“Very funny. I’m going to take a shower. Upstairs right?”
>Rainbow Dash nods, Rarity meeting you as you approach the stairs.
>”Here, you might want to use this,” she says forking over a bottle of shampoo.”
>You haven’t seen a shampoo bottle since… forever.
 
“Thanks Rarity.” You accept the bottle eagerly.
>”One should always look and smell their best, for tonight at least.”
“I’ll find a way to pay you back.”
>”Please, it’s a gift. There’s no need.”
>She’s a generous one, you’ll give her that.
>You thank her once more and head upstairs into the washroom.
>Stripping yourself of your clothing you step into the shower, its icy water striking your body.
 
>Fuck its cold. You force yourself to endure the chilling shower, scrubbing off the built-up dirt and grime.
>The shower runs red with blood, thankfully not much of it yours.
>You didn’t realize exactly how nasty you’d gotten.
>You’ll have to remember to clean yourself regularly from now on.
>You use Rarity’s shampoo, the scent of peaches and mint overcoming the other pungent scents from you.
>It feels so good to be clean again. You had almost forgotten the feeling.
 
>Finished with the shower you dry yourself off and step out.
>You wipe the steam off the mirror and take a look at yourself.
>You really are ruggedly handsome now aren’t you?
>Naw, just your imagination playing tricks again.
>Still, you can’t help but notice how much different you are now.
>You run your hand across the scar on your shoulder, the memory as painful as the blow.
>Cheer up old fella. The worst is behind you, and for now we feast.
 
>You find your clothes have mysteriously disappeared off the floor, stacked neatly in the corner.
>Do p0nies know the concept of privacy?
>It was a kind gesture, but they always come in at the worst moments.
>You shrug it off, it’s just their way.
>You slip into your clothing, its fresh aroma accenting the minty scent of the shampoo.
>You come across the last article of clothing, hitting the panic button.
>No no no, you didn’t have that shit out, you kept it in your bag.
>You check your bag, everything in place except for the cape in your hands.
 
>Calm down, she probably didn’t notice it.
>What the fuck are you talking about, she loves fashion, of course she noticed it.
>This was supposed to be a night to enjoy, not one to weep.
>Just fucking great. You destroyed your evening before it even began.
>You toss it into your bag and open the door, voices already booming from downstairs.
>You walk down the steps, anticipating more anguish.
>”Nice of you to join us Anon,” Rainbow Dash shouts, Twilight and Fluttershy beside her.
 
“Yeah… nice.”
>She looks at you inquisitively, “You alright pal? You look terrible.”
>You look a lot better than you feel.
“I’m good. Did uh… did Rarity pass by here?”
>”She’s fetching another drum from the cellar. Why?”
“Nothing it’s just-“ you catch Rarity out of the corner of your eye.
>She seems alright. Maybe Rainbow was the one who did the washing.
>She turns to you; her eyes still a light red.
>The tell-tale sign of crying… fuck.
 
>She avoids your gaze, moving out of the room and leaving the rest of you behind.
>”You sure you’re alright?”
>I’m fine. Rarity’s the one they should be worried about.
“Yeah, just give me a minute okay?”
>”Sure thing, just don’t expect me to hold the booze forever.”
>You leave the room just as Pinkie enters, there may not be any booze left when you get back.
>You navigate yourself to Rarity’s room, knocking softly at the door.
“Rarity, can I come in?”
 
>You hear some sniffling, but no response.
>You turn the handle, slowly stepping into her chambers.
“Rarity?”
>You find her lying on her rose colored couch, head buried into a pillow.
>Several pictures line the walls, all of which contain her and Sweetie Belle.
>You pick the last picture off the bookcase, Rarity and Sweetie Belle both covered in mud at some race.
>They must have been close.
 
>”Was it quick?” she asks quietly.
>Not at all. You made her suffer, not that you can tell her that.
“Her soul finds rest.”
>Not the answer she was looking for, but it seemed to soften her a little.
>”Thank you…”
>She tears up again as you sit down beside her.
>You gently stroke her mane, her body shuddering underneath your hand.
“She isn’t truly gone you know.”
 
>She stays silent as you speak.
“Right now, she’s sitting beside you, looking over her big sister.”
>Don’t go into cliché territory Anon. Don’t pull a 180 here.
“You always looked after her, but now it’s her turn to look after you. She wants you to let her go Rarity. She wouldn’t want you to tear yourself apart for her.”
>Rarity turns back to you, her eyes gleaming against the fire.
>”It isn’t that easy.”
>You sigh, stroking her mane as you watch the dancing flames.
“I know Rarity… I know…”
 
>You stay with her for a spell, talking occasionally, but mostly staying silent.
“You think you can join the others?”
>She hugs you tenderly, “Yes. Thank you Anon.”
“Not just a guy with a sword now am I?
>You escort her back to the inn, the others already downing mugs.
>”Nice to see you,” Fluttershy peeps up, “Glad you felt alright.”
>”Thank you, Anon was more than helpful,” She says wrapping her hooves around you.
>”Careful there sugarcube, she might not let go.”
 
“Applejack!” you exclaim as a mug is forced into her hoof, “Great to see you.”
>”Likewise.” She gulps down the pint as Rarity edges one into your hands.
>You raise your mug in the air, the others following suit.
“To new beginnings.”
>”To new beginnings,” they chant.
>Down the hatch for you booze. You can almost hear its cries for help.
>Tonight’s going to be a good night.
 
>The first night was by far the best. What more can you ask for than old friends and a fuck ton of booze?
>Tales were told about times past, mostly about their previous adventures.
>You wouldn’t know it, but they’ve been through thick and thin together.
>Dragons, cave dwelling mutts, changelings, ursas. They’ve damn near fought everything.
>Even the less adventurous stuff pulled at your heart strings. Their tale of the Mysterious Maredowell, The Gala, even their slumber party story got to you.
>They’ve learned so much together, it was simply amazing.
 
>The second night was good, but not nearly on the same level.
>Applejack and Zecora didn’t show, cutting down on the fun right out the gate.
>Third night was just you, Dash and Rarity. Pinkie too, but she was only there for the booze.
>After some light drinking you take to bed, still enjoying your little break.
>Waking up was pleasant as always, you head downstairs to the bar for breakfast, wondering what the meal of today is going to be.
>Biscuits and gravy, nothing wrong with that, but would it kill them to get some bacon once in a while?
 
>You grab yourself a plate and get to work on it.
“Hmmmm, gravy…”
>”I hoped you would like it, but I couldn’t be sure.”
“Rarity, you make the best food I’ve ever had, of course I like it.”
>Dash comes into view, walking behind the bar across from you.
>”Jack?”
“A bit early for me thanks,” you chuckle.
>She shrugs and pours herself a shot.
 
>You wouldn’t doubt her skill as a drinker, but there’s something off about her drinking this early.
“You okay Dash?”
>She nod, slamming down the shot.
“You know if there’s something wrong I’m more than happy to lend a hand.”
>She sighs, downing yet another shot.
>”I’m just a bit confused. Can’t work my head around some things.”
“Well then give me the down low. I double as support now anyways.”
 
>”It’s just- I was awakened last night by something outside my tavern.”
“Birds get the jump on you again?”
>She shakes her head, “If you’re not going to take this seriously…”
“Alright alright, I’m done. Keep going.”
>”When I looked out the window I saw small demon-like creatures in the inn yard. After a short time they ran off, but not before stealing the sign to my inn.”
“Demons!? Here?” You were too busy enjoying life that you forgot about your duty to this town.
>She nods, “I don’t know why the demons would steal my sign but leave the town in peace. It’s strange right?”
 
>Not strange, it’s revolting. The sign isn’t what concerns you, but rather that you allowed demons to infiltrate the town under your watch.
>You stand up, leaving your breakfast behind.
>”Anon?”
“Lost my appetite.” You go upstairs, donning your armor and strapping your sword and shield upon you.
>Looks like you’re going to cut your break short. Teach the demons to fuck off again.
>You bound down the stairs, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash arguing.
 
>”I’m not letting you go back down there, end of story.”
>”So what? You’re able to go, but not me? I can take care of myself.”
>”Next time you might not be so lucky. You’re lucky you’re here at all.”
>”I’m going and that’s that. You’re not stopping me.”
>You clear your throat, grabbing their attention.
“Did I miss something here?”
>”Not at all Anon. Fluttershy and I were just having a misunderstanding,” she says glaring at her.
>”She’ll be sure to stay out of your way,” returning her glare, “staying here after all.”
>The fuck did you walk in on?
 
“Okay, what the fuck? Seriously.”
>Rarity steps in to your aid, “Rainbow Dash wishes to accompany you down below. Fluttershy won’t have a word of it.”
“Is this true?”
>”Rainbow Dash knows how dangerous things are down there. She saw what happened to you.”
>”And I know what to expect, Anon isn’t the only fighter here in town.”
>”Yeah, Applejack’s the other, and she can barely walk. You can’t-“
>She’s cut off a death glare, hushing her instantly.
 
>Decisions, why are you so hard to make?
“Alright look, I can get the sign back myself. It’s just a hunk of wood anyways.”
>Rainbow Dash lowers her head, “It’s not about the sign.”
“Do tell.”
>”One of the creatures I saw, the ones who took the sign, looked like Scootaloo.”
>You know better than to ask who that is, if Rainbow cared about her then she was important to her.
>”I just need to see her, for old time’s sake.”
“You’re going with or without me aren’t you?”
>She nods.
 
>You’re damn sure not letting her wander around down there by herself.
“Rainbow Dash, you can stick with me. Fluttershy, make sure to have things ready in case things don’t turn out well.”
>”I- You can’t-“ She tries to reason with you, “She could get hurt.”
“She’d be worse off without me. Please, do as I ask.”
>Fluttershy accepts your reasoning, heading back to her abode.
>”Thank you, I appreciate it.”
>She shouldn’t thank you yet. She’s not in for the reunion she wants.
>Scootaloo isn’t a filly anymore, she’s barely even Scootaloo.
 
>You walk outside the tavern with Rainbow Dash, inspecting the spot where the sign used to be.
“Buggle my bum hole they really took it. I thought you might have been exaggerating.”
>Twilight stops by before you go, handing you a scroll.
>”I heard you were going back down there so I thought I’d give you a gift.”
>You open it, finding it to be a scroll of town portal.
>”I tinkered with the spell for it to lead straight here. I hope it helps.”
“More than you know, thanks Twilight.”
>You part with her and walk towards the portal.
 
>Dash ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ at its splendor. You don’t know why, she lives in a land full of magic and mystical creatures, and THIS is what wows her.
>Rainbow stops following as you get close to it. She almost looks intimidated.
“Not afraid of portals now are you?”
>”Like hay I am,” she retorts stepping through.
>Never was one to turn down a challenge.
>You step in after her, the portal closing as you finish your transition.
>You have to cover your nose upon entering, the stench once again assaulting you.
>This is what you get for leaving.
 
>”Where are we?” Rainbow Dash asks, her hooves imbedded in her nostrils.
>You pull your hand away, embracing the odor once more.
“Filthy Rich’s tomb. One of the better looking places I’ve seen thus far.”
>”I find that hard to believe.”
“Believe it. This is nothing compared to what lies ahead.”
>You draw your blade, familiarizing yourself with its form.
“It’s been a while…” you mutter under your breath.
>”Did you say something?”
“No... Let’s get moving.”
 
>You move into the main chamber, a section of wall open that you didn’t see before.
>”This is him?”
>You look over to her as she prods the bones of Filthy’s corpse.
“What’s left of him anyways. There’s not much to see here.”
>”How did he get like this?”
>Two minutes and she’s already irritating you. Note to self: Don’t bring ponies along with you.
“Magic. Don’t gotta explain shit.”
>”I hear that.”
 
>You force Rainbow to follow you as you enter the open section.
>Yet another staircase lies within leading further into the labyrinth.
“This is your last chance Rainbow Dash. You can turn back and let me handle things from here, or you can stay and witness the horrors with your own eyes. The choice is yours.”
>She appears torn, your words causing doubt within her mind.
“I won’t think any less of you if you leave. It’s your choice.”
>She straightens up with new determination, “Like you said, let’s get moving.”
>You can’t help but smile as you descend into the fourth level of the labyrinth.
 
>Clops ring out as Rainbow hits the floor. She hasn’t trained her feet for silence, so it’s only natural that she’s loud.
>She is a Pegasus though, so she could at least fly for you.
“Mind keeping quiet? The last thing we need is more attention.”
>”Sorry,” she mutters, lightly taking a step forward. It isn’t perfect, but a lot quieter.
>Rainbow takes a look around even after your warnings.
>She’s only here because you want to keep her safe. Running around isn’t helping any.
>She wipes the dust of a sarcophagus, creating a small cloud, “What’re in these?”
 
>You don’t have time to respond when she pushes it open.
>She eyes the empty interior, yawning and moving on.
“You need to be more careful, what if a skeleton had arisen?”
>She bucks the next one open, “Anon, I think you’re going a bit crazy here. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
>You grimace, tightening the grip on your blade.
“Dash get down!”
>She looks just in time to view her skeletal attacker who wasn’t too happy about her desecrating his coffin.
 
>You throw yourself in front of Dash catching the blow with your shield.
>You trip him with your blade, curb stomping the being for all its worth. The threat is over for the moment and Dash is thankfully unharmed.
>Since she’s alive you’re still able to vent on her.
“Crazy huh? Is this crazy enough for you?” You kick the remains away from you forcefully. “Do you have any idea how close that thing was to killing you? Any at all?!”
>She wouldn’t would she? She’s clueless about the dangers down here.
“Fuck it. I’m not letting your ignorance get you killed, I’m taking you back.”
>You pull out the scroll Twilight gave you, speaking the words written upon it, feeling the inert power awaken from its parchment.
 
>”Help us…” The tender words tear you away from your concentration and back to Rainbow Dash, more so, the fillies before her.
>”Help us…” they repeat, faces wet with their orchestrated tears. You won’t fall for it, but Dash has proven herself to get into trouble.
>You stand to Dash’s side and force her behind you, putting yourself between her and the corrupted fillies.
“May you find peace in the next life.”
>”What are you doing?! They’re just fillies.”
“They look the same, but they’re something far worse.”
 
>”Help us Anon. Please don’t hurt us,” they say in unison, their innocent sounding voice only contributing to the mindfuckery hitting Rainbow Dash.
>Rainbow holds onto your sword arm, “Don’t you dare. They’re just children!”
>You fling her off, sending her safely away.
“Children of Tartarus, and I’m sending them back.”
>The fillies lose their patience, hissing and pouncing upon you defiantly.
>They sink their teeth into your clothing, though they aren’t developed enough to pierce the fabric.
>You throw them off one by one, sending them kicking and screaming to the floor.
 
>You make short work of their little team, wiping the accumulated blood off your sword.
>Rainbow Dash watches you in shock, “Who are you?”
>She doesn’t get it does she? Even after they attacked me she still won’t listen.
“I don’t expect you to understand me, but don’t get in my way.”
>You point to the entrance.
“Follow that passage until you reach the surface. Your nose will serve as your guide. You’ll be safe on the way up. Now go, you have no business here.”
>She stands up and looks you dead in the eye, “Like hell I’m leaving.”
 
“You don’t have the stomach for this place. Acting tough won’t help you here.”
>You move further into the level hoping for her to turn back. You were wrong.
>”This isn’t about being tough. This is about me being there for Scootaloo.”
>You encounter another group of skeletons and fillies, your argument with Dash only serving to increase your aggression.
“So what? You can’t blame yourself for what’s happened to her. It’s not-“
>Rainbow bucks you against the back, causing you to fall flat on your face.
>”Don’t you dare talk about her like that. She’s just confused right now.”
>You brush yourself off and keep moving, ignoring her little fit.
“We’ll see how long you keep that attitude.”
       
>You come across another shrine along with its defenders.
>The parasprites don’t come pose much of a challenge. You’re pretty sure your boots have a +3 against bugs.
>You come down to the last inhabitant who cowers in the corner.
>He covers his eyes with his paws, his doglike appearance reminding you of others you’ve seen.
>”Pleeease, no hurt, no kill. Keep alive and next time good bring to you.”
>You hesitate. You feel inclined to let him live, seeing s he is the only creature that hasn’t attacked you on sight or reeked of corruption.
>”You can kill fillies but not a Diamond Dog? You monster…”
 
>You ignore her statement, nodding to the cowering mutt.
>He smiles, “Making something, almost done. No pain and promise I keep.”
>You don’t look a gift pony in the mouth as it were, moving on to the shrine.
“Riches abound when least expected.”
>You’re intrigued, laying your hand upon the altar, the sun emitting a burst of light.
>Your pockets feel heavier, upon inspection finding a substantial amount of gold within them.
>You toss a handful into the air in joy.
“Money money money!”
 
>”Greedy bastard…” she says under her breath.
“Every party needs a pooper that’s why they invited you.”
>You keep moving, entering the final section of the level.
>You walk down a hallway, the walls split wide-open, enough for something to be hiding in.
>This place rubs you the wrong way, and there aren’t too many ways to do that.
“Stay close and stay away from the walls. There’s no telling what’s inside.”
>”That’s no fun,” someone calls from down the hall.
>Rainbow’s eyes light up, “Scootaloo!”
 
>She rushes down the hall ahead of you.
“Dammit Dash what’d I say?!”
>You follow close behind her, unable to fully match her speed.
>After a brief chase you stop dead in your tracks, a wall of evil smacking you in the face.
>You look forward, Rainbow Dash hugging its source, an orange chicken… wait, no that’s a filly.
“Rainbow get away from her! That’s not Scootaloo!”
>”Of course I am Rainbow,” she says stroking her mane, her devious eyes glued on you, “Anon just doesn’t believe.”
 
>”I’m not going to leave you again. I promise.”
>She grins wickedly, her canines extending out of her maw, “I know.”
>Scootaloo grips Rainbow’s body, using her enhanced strength to subdue her with ease.
>”What’s wrong? Not so tough anymore?”
>Rainbow kicks helplessly at her demon captor, unable to gather up any real resistance.
>”Scootaloo it’s me, Rainbow Dash. Don’t you remember…?” she pleads as her strength slowly fades.
>”I remember the hero, not this- shell of a Pegasus. You should have listened to Anon when you had the chance.”
“Alright this has gone too far,” you say stepping in.
 
>”Ah ah ah!” she beckons, grinding her teeth against Rainbow’s vulnerable neck. “We wouldn’t want our friend here to suffer now would we?”
>You stop cold. She has you right where she wants you, and she knows it. If only she’d listened…
>But why is she holding her at all? Demons don’t take hostages, it’s not in their nature.
“What do you want?”
>She grins and giggles malevolently, “You’re smarter than you look strange one.”
“I think Sweetie Belle and Applebloom could attest to that,” you mock, remembering tales of them together, the Cutie Mark Crusaders.
“Do you think they got their cutie marks in death?”
 
>Scootaloo’s expression turns sour, obviously annoyed at your disrespect for her friends.
>”Maybe we should find out...” she says bearing her fangs.
“Alright fine! You made your point.”
>She moves her head away, “Good. I want my banner back, and you’re going to get it for me.”
>She doesn’t even have the damn sign here. Fucking kids…
“Where is it?”
>”Back the way you came, over on the right. Those big uglies thought it was magical, bucking uglies…”
“You’ll return Rainbow Dash when I get you the sign?”
>Her devious smile returns, “Of course. I’m a filly of my word.”
 
>That’s not very reassuring, but it’s the only option available to you. If you’re lucky she might keep her alive until you get back.
“Any advice or things I should know?”
>”My patience runs thin, so hurry the buck up.”
>She doesn’t need to tell you twice.
“I’ll be back for you Dash.”
>She groans slightly as Scootaloo’s grip tightens.
>Damn her ignorance, you knew it was going to get her into trouble.
 
>You head back as instructed, finding the door to your right.
>It seems you missed it in your pursuit of Rainbow Dash. Just thinking about her pisses you off.
>You turn the handle and step inside, your face hitting abs of steel.
>You step back and look up at your obstacle, a Minotaur, eerily similar to Iron Will.
>Well at least he isn’t-
>”Don’t be shy, look ’em in the eye.”
“Come the fuck on!”
>He winds back his fist, unleashing a hearty blow to your chest, knocking the wind out of you.
 
>Damn, he’s strong. Not Iron Will strong, but still- fuck.
>You hesitantly get to your feet and charge him, not letting him fight on his terms.
>He brings his fist down upon your shield causing him to holler in pain. Seems he isn’t nearly as resistant either.
>You slash at his knee, cutting his vulnerable tendon and forcing him to kneel down, putting you eye level with the beast.
>He head butts you in the face, causing you to take a temporary retreat.
>Alright Anon. He’s strong, but he can’t stand or move. You killed Iron Will, you can kill an impersonator.
>You just need to- Whoa!
 
>You sidestep another swipe from the minotaur, working around to his back.
>Alright, he can still move, but now he’s slow. Get to work.
>You climb overtop him, aligning your blade with his spine.
>You thrust downwards, severing his spine in two and assuring your victory.
>He collapses to the floor. Damn shame that they’re corrupt. They would’ve made valuable allies.
>If there’s one there’s more, and you aren’t equipped for this type of combat.
>Time to pay that Diamond Dog a visit.
 
>You backtrack to the shrine, hoping the dog is still there.
>Much to your dismay he isn’t, but you feel something different.
>You can pin it on magic, but it’s just wrong…
>”Big one back! He no have!”
>You turn around to find the dog in the doorway, carrying some type of weapon.
>He’s a lot smaller than you remember, but his voice is the same.
>”Spot weak no more! This too good for you. Very powerful! You want- you take!”
>He charges at you brandishing his weapon and swinging wildly.
 
>Shit shit shit! You don’t have time to block before his first swing hits you… Wait that hit?
>You look down, his weapon striking your chest and legs. You don’t feel a damn thing.
“Are- Are you trying to hurt me?”
>He grunts in response, laying into you without any effect.
“Your real name wouldn’t happen to be Yamcha would it?”
>You grab hold of his hand before he can hit you again, the blows doing little more than ruffle your clothing.
>You squeeze slightly, cracking his arm with ease. You aren’t even trying. He’s just weak as balls.
 
>You throw him down to the cold stone floor, decapitating him with one slice.
“I’m NOT impressed.”
>You look closer at his weapon, the metal seeming to drain the dog of his power.
>If he had given that to you, you would’ve been just like him, weak.
“Spot the Weak, you’re tale will be forever immortalized within my own.”
>You kick the filth-ridden weapon away, working your way back to the door.
>Seems this was a waste of time, the one thing you don’t-
>You smile, looking back towards the weapon. Anon you’ve done it again.
 
>You enter the minotaur infested lair, their musk heavy in the air.
>You spot a light at the far side of the room, the sign lying beneath it.
“Come on out minotaurs! Come out and playyy!”
>Their heavy breathing catches your ear, a handful coming out of the darkness.
>”Magic ours! You go now!”
> A burly minotaur blocks your path, his nose steaming.
“Don’t you know?” You ask plainly, reaching into your bag and retrieving a rope.
“You cut in line, I take what’s mine.”
 
>You toss the excess onto the floor, the metallic ding signaling your attack.
>You swing the rope forwards, its bladed tip cutting through the air.
>The weapon finds its target, imbedding itself within his chest.
>He roars in pain, attempting to dig out your intrusion, but seems unable to do so.
>Just as you expected the weapon works its magic, the minotaur shrinking, strength waning.
“Get over here!” you pull back on the rope bringing the weakened minotaur with it.
>He skids across the floor, coming face first into your boot.
>You raise your sword in the air, planting your blow into his heart.
“Finish him.”
 
>You pull against the rope, the vampiric weapon popping out of his chest.
>You whirl it around above your head like a lasso as you step over the minotaur’s corpse.
“Alright who’s next?”
>The few before you step away, scanning the walls for an exit. You step closer and close the gap between you two.
“No takers? How sad. Looks like I’ll have to choose. So many choices!”
>You look over the three that are left, swinging your rope teasingly.
“Let’s see… Eeny meeny minny you.”
>And so, more blood was shed.
 
>You grab the minotaur’s horns and place your foot on the back of his neck, pulling for what you’ve got.
“Get ready for the sweet release,” a thunderous crack rings out, the minotaur’s eyes rolling to the back of his head.
>You stand up and crack your neck, marveling over your handiwork.
>A little ingenuity goes a long way.
>You retrieve the weapon, though it seems to have taken in its fill, now just a regular old piece of shit.
>It could’ve been useful against Scootaloo… Whatever, you leave the weapon in within its host, picking up Rainbow’s sign.
 
>The Tavern of the Rising Sun. You run your hand across its wooden surface, wiping off the occasional blood splatter.
>This stupid sign is more trouble than its worth, but you aren’t here about a damn sign.
>You’re here about that little cunt Scootaloo.
>Still, why would she steal a sign? What would she gain other than a useless piece of wood?
>Rainbow was the one who wanted to look for her, and if something were to happen to her…
>She’s one of the only reasons this town is still afloat, Fluttershy told you about her caches of food used to save the town before.
>She’s a valuable part of Ponyville, one that can’t be easily replaced.
 
>You sprint out of the room upon this realization, leaving the corpses in your wake.
>Not much time. You kick open the door and keep sprinting, the air burning in your lungs.
>The sign is held tight in your arms as you make one last turn and look face to face with Scootaloo. Dash…
“Where the fuck is Rainbow Dash?!”
>”She’s safe. Or is she? I don’t know, depends on her actually.”
“I swear if you hurt her…”
>”You won’t do a thing. Sorry to disappoint you, but your journey ends here Anon.”
 
>She stomps her foot on the ground shattering the stone and forming a powerful shockwave.
>A small scooter, imbued with the flames of Tartarus rises from the stone.
>She steps aboard, revving up the powered scooter and grinning at you.
>”Catch me if you can.”
>She releases the breaks and speeds down the hallway with you in pursuit.
>You’re not slow but… damn that thing’s fast.
>Smoke funnels out the rear of her scooter, choking you until you’re forced to stand down.
>Her laugh echoes as she enters the final room of the level, the roar of her scooter drowning out her fading voice.
 
>You grip the entrance way, coughing and wheezing as you peer inside, trying to find the conniving bitch.
>It looks like you’re in some type of coliseum, the floor sinking down at least three floors down.
>You step inside, a metal gate slamming shut behind you. You pull on the bars to no avail, it’s all or nothing.
>You work your way down, a tower sitting in the middle. On top of it, two skeletons, Rainbow Dash bound before them.
“Dash! I’m coming for you!”
>The familiar revving hits you from behind, before literally being struck by her scooter.
 
>You fall down the stairs, unable to catch yourself along the way.
>”What’s the matter? Too slow? Dash has the same problem,” she look up at her, “NOT SO FAST NOW ARE YA!”
>You hit the railing and fall to the floor below, managing to catch yourself before you broke something permanently.
>You move to the center of the arena, calling up to Rainbow Dash.
>”She’ll come down when I want her to,” Scootaloo booms as she soars onto the floor below.
>”One kick and Dash is gone for good, after I deal with you of course.”
>She has no idea how foolish her plan is, she’s overlooked the obvious.
 
“What part of your plan involves her flying off huh? Couldn’t help but notice that little part.”
>She eyes you curiously, “Do you not know?”
>You unsheathe your sword, holding tight onto the handle.
“Your mind games won’t work on me, now come on. Fight me!”
>”You really are clueless aren’t you,” she says shaking her head. “We’ll see how long it takes her to hit the ground. Who knows, she might just learn to use them again…”
“You mean-“
>She hits the accelerator and peels towards you, the metallic edge slicing at your chest.
>You wipe the blood from your chest and look up at her, Dash returning the gaze.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
 
>”Pay attention you oaf!”
>Scootaloo comes in for another strike, cutting deep into your shield arm.
>Why didn’t she tell you? You were her friend, did- Everyone else already knew. You were the only one…
>”I said pay attention!”
>Oh fuck, I’m still fighting. OKAY there’s the pain! You down a health potion, closing up your wound.
>Scootaloo comes barreling back towards you, this time facing an opponent.
 
>You smash her scooter with your buckler, warping the metal and sending her off course.
>What you need to do is make sure Dash is safe before finishing off Scootaloo.
>Those skeletons will end her if you manage to kill their master, but knocking down stone with your bare hands is not your idea of a good time.
>”You done yet?!” she screams, coming around again.
“I don’t have time for your bullshit!”
>You stand in the way of her scooter and charge shield first, the force sending her flying away.
>You pick up her scooter, the flames fleeing from your grasp. You slam it against the stone tower, bricks shattering with relative ease.
“This works too.”
 
>You pummel the tower’s foundation with Scootaloo’s scooter, the structure trembling with each blow.
>”What are you doing? STOP THAT!”
>You kick her away as she gets closer, keeping up your assault.
”Dash! Roll off the tower!”
>”Like hay I’m rolling off!” she shouts back.
“I’ll catch you, trust me.”
>They structure begins to collapse in on itself, a cyan blur falling off the side.
>Fuck she actually did it.
 
>She plummets into your arms, still bound at the legs. The tower continues to crumble, stone bricks falling all around you.
>Well time to run.
>You hold her tight as you move away from the collapsing ton of stone.
>Scootaloo struggles to follow you as she’s still disorientated from your collision.
>The tower tips over, the mass aiming itself right of Scootaloo tiny body.
“Timber!”
>The ground rumbles as the tower’s destruction is finalized leaving only fuck-ton of bricks behind, Scootaloo unable to be seen.
 
“May your soul find peace again young Scootaloo.”
>You begin to cut Rainbow out of her leather bonds. She won’t get far with them on.
>”I’m sorry. I should’ve listened to you.”
“It’s not your fault. Letting go isn’t easy.”
>”But Scootaloo- I thought I could help her, change her…”
“She’s suffered enough change for a lifetime; it’s time for her to rest.
>”Does it ever get easier? Doing this?”
“When you see the truth in them there is no guilt. I’m helping them now, freeing them of their pain.”
 
>She sighs, “Thank you then. I treated you like an animal, again…”
“Forget the past Dash, otherwise it’ll tear you down.”
>”When you were- talking to her. She said something-“
“You don’t need to say it. I respect your privacy.”
>She rests against your shoulder, “Such a gentlep0ny.”
>You sniff the air, something burning.
“You smell that?”
>A rumbling takes place in the stone wreckage of the tower, an orange hoof busting through the rock.
 
>”She- How did she survive that?”
“I don’t know, but stay back. I’m not done yet.”
>Scootaloo digs herself out from under the debris, her eyes burning with rage.
>”I wanted your respect. I wanted to be your friend. NOW I WANT YOU DEAD!”
“Bitch please, not on my watch.”
>She grunts and grimaces at her wounds, the pain spurring her into a frenzy.
>She tackles you into the ground and tears at you with her growing claws, transforming much like the others.
>You block with your shield, getting in the occasional punch, but never gaining an advantage.
 
>A pair of bat-like wings jut out of her back as her skin darkens to that of the darkest night.
>The fire in her eyes stays constant, knocking your shield away with another swipe.
>She digs her claws into your gut, twisting and tearing your flesh without remorse.
>A swift buck sends her off of you, Rainbow Dash quickly bringing a flask to your lips.
>”I’m with you.”
>She helps you to your feet and you pick up your shield, reattaching it to your arm.
>Scootaloo charges at you, you and Dash at her.
>Fearing your combined attack, Scootaloo spreads her new wings, sending her into the air.
 
“Now!” you shout to Rainbow Dash as she cuts ahead of you.
>You jump onto her back, Dash bucking you upwards towards Scootaloo.
>You grab onto her foreleg as she continues her ascent, slowly building up to her back.
“Just letting you know, you look like a chicken.”
>”I. Am. Not. A. Chicken!”
>You smile and grab hold of her wings, throwing yourself atop of her.
>She crashes into the wall in an attempt to knock you off, but you’ve ridden a few bulls in your day, keeping your legs tight against her sides.
>You begin tearing at her wings to no avail. They’re snuggly secured, and no amount of pulling will get them off.
 
>”Out of ideas?!” she beckons slamming into another wall.
“On the contrary, you just gave me one.”
>You bear hug her wings, sending you both spiraling towards the ground.
>”No, no no no no no!”
“Like a man once said, it’s not the fall gets ya-“
>Scootaloo crashes head first, her spine snapping under the intense pressure.
>You walk off relatively unhurt and whisper in her ear.
“It’s the sudden stop at the bottom.”
 
>You hold your hand against her snout and jaw, blocking her air flow.
>She’s unable to struggle, slowly passing out of this world, this time for real.
“Sleep Scootaloo, sleep well.”
>You remove your hand from her muzzle and rejoin Rainbow Dash.
>”I never got to say goodbye…”
“Some things don’t need to be said.” You move to another section of the coliseum, picking up her sign along the way.
>”Oh, you didn’t have to get me the sign back.”
“At least you don’t have to get another one now,” you shrug.
 
>You cast a town portal next to yet another set of stairs.
“I think it’s time we headed home, don’t you think?”
>She nods, jumping through the portal.
>You’re about to jump through when you spot a book nearby.
“The Realms Beyond.” Sounds interesting.
>You place it in your bag and move back to the portal.
>You take a deep breath, stepping back home.