Part 9  The Invasion
 
>You wake up in your bed with a headache.
>Nothing a couple of tylenol won't fi-
>Fuck. Equestria. Damnit.
>As you get up, you reach for the blanket and try to grab
>FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
>Your hands make you forget about your headache
>Looking at them, they're bloody and bruised
>Shit, what did you run into last night?
>Slowly, you get up, and decide to skip PT this morning
>You're allowed to have a couple of bad mornings every now and then
>You make your way down to the kitchen, and see Fluttershy making your breakfast
>She apparently didn't think you were going to be doing PT today. Smart girl.
>You sit down, and you swear she looks a bit skittish today...well, more so today
Fluttershy, is something wrong?
>*Squee*
>She avoids looking at you, which causes you to feel uncomfortable
What's wrong?
>"How are you feeling today, Anon?"
Ok, I guess. Why? What did I do last night?
>"....Twilight said you passed out right outside the Everfree Forest..."
>Uh, don't like where this is going
>ABORT ABORT ABORT
>"She said you were punching trees and challenging the forest to...."
Ok. Enough please.
>You started to remember it all. Drinking with the Doctor, stepping outside, Ashley
>That did it
>Tears were already forming in your eyes
>*Squeek*
>That breaks you from the depression. Fighting a wavering voice, you speak
Did Twilight say anything else?
>"She did. She said that Spike would have something for you."
Thanks Fluttershy. Sorry about the trouble
>"You're better now, that's all that matters."
>Did she really think that? You were still far from any semblance of "better"
>Regardless, you smile and get up.
Thanks. I won't be so reckless again.
>What a boldface lie, but she seems to believe it.
>You go back to your room, start packing your shit, and prepare to leave
>Fluttershy looks worried
It's alright Flutters. I'm just moving some stuff. I'll be back later tonight
>You leave, wondering if she bought that
>Fucks to give?
>Aw shit, Ashley took your last one
>Fuck her
>You did
>Damnit.
>You pull out a cigar from your bag
>Amazing that you even found that cigar box in there, let alone it surviving all the shit running you had to do in the beginning
>Light up
>Your long drag from it tastes so good
The sweet taste of poison
>Walking into town, you realize you really hate your ABU cap
>You'd rather have something more badass, like a beret
>You wouldn't let that happen though, because you haven't earned that
>As you approach the library, you notice the door closed. You knock on it, and Spike answers.
Hey, Fluttershy said-
>"Yeah, here you go."
>Clearly not in the mood to talk
>He hands you a small retangle...made of metal...oh shit, is it?
>It better fucking not be
>Ok good. It's not an iPod
>Fuck Apple. No offense Applejack. I mean the company.
>It does appear to be a music player, but...
What is it?
>"A music player, duh."
>You look it over. It doesn't look like any kind of music  player you've ever used
How does it-
>"I have to tell you everything?" Sigh "Just think of a song, and it plays it loud enough to be heard by every pony."
>Why would you want that?
Why do I want-
>SIIIIIIIGGGGHHHH "Twilight said you said you wanted this last night!"
>Oh...wait, what? When did you...nevermind. You have a music player now.
>Spike is tapping his foot.
Where's Twi-
>He frowns at you. "She's not feeling well. She has a cold."
Anything I can-
>"Leave her alone."
>Testy
>He slams the door
>"We meet again, Anon."
>Not in the mood
>Turn 360 degrees, walk away...into door
>You fix yourself
>180 degrees
>She's not sick, she just doesn't want to see you...
>You hope she's not mad about last night, but she might be, seeing how cold Spike was to you
>Ponies look curiously at you
>Huh, smoking must be a new concept to them. After all, what species besides man would willingly hurt itself?
>Perhaps today's the day
>You walk over to the Carousel Boutique
>Before you enter, you put out your cigar and place it in your pocket, saving it for later
>Opening the door, you hear a bell ring
>"Welcome to Carousel Boutique, where every garment is chic, unique and-Anon! I'm glad to see you've decided to get some clothing better suited for a gentlecolt like yourself."
>You smile and hide your hands
Something like that... As you can probably guess, I'm used to working in my clothes. The uniform I currently wear was not made with actual field work in mind...
>She smiles a little less, not sure she's liking where this is going
What I want, is a lighter-weight uniform
>Smile turns to frown...to intrigue?
>You start to explain what you want...and it goes from a modified ABU uniform to Vietnam-era tigerstripe camo with matching boonie hat...and a sage green beret.
>You're not a SERE specialist, but then again, you weren't planning to wear it. You wanted a little more of a reminder of your past, half hoping it might come back
>She starts taking your measurements
>Your other half of hope is spent wanting to know if you can forget...well, in one way, you could
>Maybe you'd like to go around Ponyville a few more days and see if it's worth staying here.
>You do have an M9, and it would be rather easy...
>*SNAP*
Huh?
>Rarity snapped her....hooves? Alright how the fuck is that even possible???
>"You started staring at me. It's not very polite to stare at a lady here. And what did you do to your hooves?"
I'm sorry, I just was thinking about...stuff. I...ran into some...stuff. Anyways, when do you think you can this ready by?
>"For you darling, I'll start work on it immediately! Come back in about three days and it will be finished!"
>She looks rather eager to try something new
>Total 180 from her initial reaction
Thank you Rarity
>"Not at all a problem Anon!'
>You bid farewell and leave
>Now where to?
>Your small house
>You go inside...
>And lay on the floor
>Remembering the medpack, you take out...fuck yeah tylenol
>Crush up 5, swallow powder
>Tastes bad man
>Mild high comes after a few minutes
>At least the pain is gone. Now to business
>You contemplate life so far.
>So far as you can tell, you've messed up with Twilight Sparkle and Fluttershy
>Your life back home sucked, and you're torn between wanting to remember your past and just letting it go
>It doesn't appear you have many happy memories
>And you have nightmares... except you didn't remember any discomfort this morning
>Perhaps drinking helps you sleep
>Yeah, that's a healthy lifestyle
>You suddenly are aware of some rather unpleasant noises outside
>Looking out the window, you see ponies running around screaming and...diamond dogs? Lots of diamond dogs...with spears?
>Oh fuck yes. Something to take your frustration out on
>You take your M1, about 10 clips of ammo for it, and 4 magazines for your M9 and put them in your cargo pockets
>45 shots from your M9, and 80 shots for your M1
>Should be plenty
>You go out guns a-blazing
>Picking out targets is easy, since most of these dogs are roughly the same size and color
>They look nothing like the pony folk around here
>You take aim with the M1
>And fire
>Again
>And again
>And again
>PING
>Shit, already 8 shots?
>And 8 down
>You're pretty good instictively at firing a rifle, despite no recollection of training on the M1
>You've got those SOBs' attention now
>Reload
>Fire
>Again
>And again
>They really don't know what the hell you're doing, but they don't like it.
>The noise bothers their sensitive ears
>Seeing their comrades fall disturbed them
>You charge at them
>They stop
>Fire
>PING
>They start running towards you again
>RELOAD MOTHERFUCKER!
>Nope lol, y u wana fire me?
>SHIIIIIII
>You reload after a slight fumble
>Shitty tylenol wearing off
>Fire
>Again
>Two more down
>Now they're running away from you
>You smile. It's hunting season
>You hear a loud whistle
>"Alright dogs! We have enough of them! RETREAT!"
THAT'S RIGHT YOU FUCKS! ANON HAS ENOUGH BULLETS FOR THE REST OF YOU ASS EATING BITCHES!
>You laugh
>Looking around...oh shit, the town is fucked. Ponies are scattered everywhere, none are harmed from what you can tell...
>"Anon!"
>You turn, and see Applejack
Howdy AJ, what's the news today?
>Are you sure the tylenol wore off?
>She has tears in her eyes. "Anon! They took Applebloom! Ya gotta help me!"
>You had kinda missed that accent of hers.
What about Big Mac?
>She looks at her hooves. "He tried ta stop 'em, but there're too many of em... He's doing fine now, but he's in no conTItion ta help us."
>You sober up a little
>When suddenly, you hear another familiar voice call out your name
>Looking beind you, it's Spike
>"Anon! They took her!"
>....They're climbing in your windows, they're snatching yo ponies up...
Who, what, where?
>"Come on Anon! Get with it! Those dogs took Twilight!"
>Your high came crashing down. No longer did you feel any joy in the thought of killing dogs
>You only felt rage
>They came and took away your best friend
>Or... who WAS your best friend
>And they mean to...do what with her?
>You assume the worst
I'll be right back...
>You walk to your small...home now, you suppose
>You pick up more magazines and drop off a couple of clips
>That M1 was helpful, but it won't help against close range. And they almost came close enough to you.
>Then you pick up that music player
>You walk back
>Spike asks "What's the music player for?"
I've got a good song I'm thinking of...
>"What?"
Music is one of the few things that can influence you without your consent. It can be useful when fighting.
>"...What?"
>Sigh
It will help me fight the diamond dogs. You two, stay here. I'll bring everypony I can back.
>For once, you didn't cringe at saying the "p" word
>"But Anon, we can help ya-"
No. You can't. It's something only I can do. I'm going after them.
>And like that, you leave them, going in the direction you saw the dogs run
>You declared war against diamond dog kind.