Hey Bronies. Two chapters in less than twenty four hours. I approve. On with the next chapter.

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Slinging the newly acquired rifle over her shoulder, Dash walks about the market, trying to find her friend. She finds her, of course, by a large pile of books, sorting through them.

"No. Nope. Already read it. Why do they even have this? That was a terrible book." she says to herself as she sorts through them, not finding anything of interest.

"Twi', I think it's safe to say that the metro isn't home to a single book that you haven't already read," she says, smiling at the unicorn's intellectual predicament.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Not many made it under the surfa- What in Equestria is that?" she notices the gauss rifle hanging over Dash's shoulder, and takes immediate interest, not having seen anything like it before.

"This is a gauss rifle, apparently. It fires any old piece of metal, so we don't have to worry about having the right rounds, just the right diameter piece of metal." Twilight's eyebrows perk up with sparking interest in the strange device.

"Really? How does it do that?"

"Well, ah, heheh, um, it does… this thing… where it, you know, uhm-"

"You don't know, do you?" Twilight asks flatly.

"Nope! All I know, or care about, is that it does. Now let's go get some rest and then find Bourbon." So they set off, finding a quiet corner of the station, away from the main, crowded square and market. Laying down on their forehooves, they drift into the peaceful blackness.

"Hey, you two, vake up! It's time to get going." Dash's eyes open, painful with sleep, to the sight of Bourbon kneeling next to them. She looks around for one of the eighty-zillion clocks scattered around the station. 04:52.

"Bourbon, what the hey? It's four in the bucking morning." She says groggily.

"Correction: it's five in ze bucking morning, and vhat's more, it's time to go." Twilight is now also waking up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Ungh, what time is-"

"Almost five in ze morning, please, vake up, ve need to go." Annoyance is now starting to seep into Bourbon's voice.

"Oh, alright then, I'll just- Wait a moment, FIVE IN THE MORNING? Are you CRAZY?" Twilight is starting to shout, much to the disagreement of Bourbon, who is motioning frantically for her to quiet down.

"Pozhaluista, pozhaluista! Keep your voice down!" he whisper shouts, "Ponies are still sleeping, and it vould not be smart to vake zem up."

Twilight puts a hoof to her mouth. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell like that, but seriously? Five in the morning is go time?"

"For us, for today, yes. I'm sorry, I'll let you sleep really late tomorrow to make up for it, but ze normal vake up time vill be about 06:30, so I hope you can live vis zat, 'cause it's not changing."

They all get up, Twilight and Rainbow gather their things, and they all set out, leaving Thirdborne behind them. Twilight is almost sad to be leaving the clockwork station. Its engineers were sure to be good company, but maybe some other time. Bourbon turns on his light as the floodlight of Thirdborne fades behind them, illuminating the path ahead of them. The light seems to glint off of something that is somehow still even remotely shiny, catching all of their attention.

"Heh," Bourbon chuckles, "I've heard stories about zese. Ponies call zem ze 'singing pipes'." Rainbow and Twilight both give him questioning looks. "Go ahead and put your ear up to it, if you vant to know vhy. Just don't keep it zere long, ve have to keep going." Dash and Twilight inch closer to the pipes, which appear to have several cracks in them, listening for any noise. Sure enough, there is an almost melodic whistling coming from within.

"I've heard zat if you listen long enough, you can hear ze voices of ze dead. Vat bullshit." [A/N: Favorite. Game quote. Ever.] Twilight shudders. Bourbon starts to walk off, who is quickly followed by the two mares. He starts to sing something under his breath. It's not very loud, but still audible in the eerie, dead silence of the tunnel. Neither pony can understand it, but it's a pleasant tune that helps to lighten the dark, closing in atmosphere of the tunnel. Some scuttering to the side of the tunnel makes both Twilight and Dash move for their weapons, jumping back slightly. Bourbon doesn't even blink. Because he's Bourbon.

"You two don't spend much time in ze tunnels, do you?" They shake their heads, slinging their rifles back over their shoulders and falling back into their rhythmic stride. He just chuckles and starts to quietly sing again.

"What's that song you're singing?" Twilight asks, finally cracking under the pressure of her own curiosity.

"It's an old song from back home in Moscolt. It's called 'Katyusha', and it's so awesome, zey named a rocket launcher after it." Bourbon answers/explains with an unwavering and deadly serious tone. Dash's face goes slack with respect for the amounts of awesome this song must have.

"So you're from Moscolt?" Damnit, vhy did I say zat? Bourbon thinks. "Where's that?" You've got to be shitting vis me, zis is supposed to be ze smartest pony of ze group? Vay to fail, author.

"Again, you ask me no qvestions, I tell you no lies." Twilight sighs. Another respectably long period of awkward silence passes, with the only noise being the crunch of gravel underhoof. Suddenly, they all hear, seemingly at the same time, high energy, party style techno music from further down the tunnel.

"I'm not sure if you're hearing veird music, but I may have forgotten to mention, zis is a mental safety hazard tunnel." Bourbon says plainly, as if he were pointing out a clock in Thirdborne.

"Oh, well glad you warned us. And what comforting news!" Dash says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Glad I could help."

The music gets steadily louder as they continue down the tunnel, two nervous mares and a Bourbon. A faint green light starts to come into view, illuminating a strange, but somehow familiar, shape that's moving, flailing its appendages about to the music.

There's a loud gasp as the shape suddenly jumps into the air, causing all three of them (yes, even Bourbon) to draw their weapons. The shape sprints over, yelling at the top of its lungs.

"OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH! Twilight? Rainbow Dash? Is that you guys?" The voice is startling, causing the tow mares brief shock.

"Pinky Pie?"

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I couldn't resist intro-ing Pinky with her having a party in a mental hazard zone. It just seems like something she would do. Anyway, sorry if you're reading specifically for the horror genre of stuff, but I've been awake for probably about 40 of the last 48 hours, and I can't write even remotely scary when I'm tired. But if you liked it, comment, and I'll make more. This may be my plot, but the writing is all for you. If you REALLY want a character or event, comment, and I will honestly consider it. Until next chapter (hopefully tomorrow), peace /)*(\