Quick thing I want to say before anything else, I'm finally back! Sorry for not telling you all before, but I haven't been able to get any work done since the special. I didn't want to make an announcement chapter since it was kind of pointless, so I guess now's a good time to say this.

I couldn't even work on the chapter's since the 28th of December since my parents and family have been at my house. I was barely able to start the second chapter until the 2nd of January, and I couldn't just keep my face buried in the computer the whole holiday break. Sorry about that.

One good thing I was able to do though. I've finally made a story on FimFiction! It's not this story, not even related to it, but it's there. It's titled Character Unlocked: Button Mash!

By the time this chapter gets posted, it may or may not be up already. I just submitted it to be approved, and it might take a day or two. It's part of the "PonyEarthVerse" group and is about the main character on real-world Earth, roughly based off me as the stories of this group demand, turning into Button Mash.

Enough about all that though, let's start the little intro so we can begin the story!

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3rd Person/Pony POV

Sent in from Pikachu913: I dare the Mane 6 and Trixie to have a hot sauce drinking contest to see who can drink the most and last the longest. :D The winner gets to be an alicorn for as long as the author desires.

"Welcome back to A Brony Life! Where the mane six, and Trixie, are in a hot sauce drinking contest." Spike said threw a stick. Pretending it was a microphone. "And to put the pressure on them even more, here's a bit of backstory: In the contract, it states that all Alicorns are granted one dare each. Regardless of what the author says! So, if some pony other than Trixie wins..."

Spike smirked at Zeke for the others. "Then the hosts of the intros are going to get it from them."

Zeke gulped before looking towards Theo and Dino. "Guys...We need a plan. Trixie won't last much longer, and all of the others-" "I-I can't drink anymore!"

They all looked towards Fluttershy, who was literally breathing out fire with spicy the hot sauce. Blitz, who was on the sidelines, passed her a pitcher of water. Letting her dump the whole thing into her mouth to dose the flames.

"Well, there you have it folks! It's now five ponies against Trixie! Will she win?! I doubt it." Spike said with a shrug. Almost causing Trixie to stop chugging her hot sauce and yell at him. Only for Theo to stop her and let her keep chugging while Dino smacked Spike upside the head with his tail.

"Okay, you wanna try and cheat us out of this?!" Zeke asked, angry that Spike was trying to help the others. "Fine! Two can play at this! All reviewers reading?! Time for a speed round of all comments that I liked but didn't make it to the top three comments! Every single one that's ever been made that might be a little strong or shocking! Here's the first set guaranteed to make some pony," Zeke started, looking right at Rainbow Dash. Who looked a little worried, but shook it off. "Lose the bet!"

Comment from 1250nick on Chapter 71: For the race, i would think blitz would win since he had better control while dash going at the speed of sound would have easily crashed. almost forgot the dare.

Comment from bathroomstahl on Chapter 71: Well I actually believe Blitz would've won the race if it wasn't for the crash landing. Mainly because Rainbow Dash would've had to stop the Sonic Rainboom sooner or later, even though they were both close to the finish line and Blitz could've gotten some lightning from the clouds near Old Mare Crinkle's House.

Comment from Lucky Shot the shadow pony on Chapter 72: I like the pairing of blitz and dash. Its a little ironic though considering blitz is a workaholic and dash is a tad bit lazy.

Comment from alucard on Chapter 79: Rainbow dash and blitz best couple, Blitz should adopt scoots. Just sayin. Still pretty f#$king amazing!

Comment from DO IT on Chapter 17: IF YOU DON'T DO ELECTRIC BLITZ AND RD I WILL KILL YOU.

Comment from VintageThunder98 on Chapter 32: I LOVE THE BECOMING COUPLE! OMFGASJDBABHGABSJKFM BlitzXRainbow Dash JKASFNSDJGBASDFJKSDBGJT YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Comment from cardgamesonmotor on Chapter 78: Like Tristioan Taylor would say to RD and Blitz, "Just f#ck already".

"PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!" Rainbow Dash finally just spit out the hot sauce that was still in her mouth at just how surprising that last one was. This making her eliminated from the challenge. Sadly, she spit up all that hot sauce into Rarity's face and mane. Making her spit out her hot sauce into Pinkie's face. Luckily, she was unfazed by it and ended the chain reaction right there.

Too bad that didn't stop them from losing the dare. Because Applejack had to stop chugging the hot sauce and burst out laughing. Earning a glare from Rarity, but she didn't care. It was just too funny not to laugh.

"And there goes three more!" Spike said with a shocked expression. "Can Pinkie and Twilight keep it up against Trixie?! Let's hope so folks!"

"Zeke, are you even gonna do the real top comments?" Applejack asked. And seeing me not even caring at this point, she sighed. "Alright fine, we'll do it then. All five of us." She said, gesturing to Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Blitz, and Rarity.

3: TheAquaType. My bets on Fluttershy... because you always gotta watch out for the quiet ones, and knowing Shy... she's probably a beast. So go Fluttershy! Kick there flanks!

"O-oh my, I don't think I could do that. Even if Blitz was to go as far as hurting Harry, I couldn't hurt any pony..." She said, not really sure about fighting. "But, I guess if I did anything, I might accidentally use The Stare on him."

"The Stare?" Blitz asked. And one quick explanation from AJ later, "Oh? That sounds kinda...Weird. How come I've never seen it?"

"Trust me, darling, you do not want to be on the receiving end of The Stare." Rarity told me with a shake of her head.

2: IcePheonix85. I would bet on Twilight, I always bet on the smart characters.

Twilight, who was listening as a way to tune out the taste of hot sauce, was about to stop chugging to talk about that. But before she could lose the contest, Pinkie came in and held the bottle against her mouth. Sacrificing herself for the good of the contest.

"What a shocker folks!" Spike said in amazement. "Pinkie just sacrificed being an Alicorn! Will her sacrifice be worth it?! Let's hope so everyone, because it's one on one now!

1: Max Blaster. Dear Zeke,
Fluttershy would win. Hooves down. I mean, who could live with themselves if they hurt her? I know I couldn't. Flutters would stand off to the side whilst everypony esle duked it out. The survivor would take one look at her and forfit, even if they didn't, Fluttershy would use, THE STARE! I've given you my reasons, case closed.
From, Max Blaster.
P.S. I vote for the pony you like most to win the hot sauce contest. Tell everypony you like Trixie, or face the dares. I'm that evil.

At that moment, Trixie's eyes went over to Zeke without her even knowing it. Meanwhile, Zeke just paled at the comment. "W-well uh...It's...I can't...T-that's a dare! You can't make me answer to a dare!"

"Nu-uh!" Pinkie said, jumping over towards him. "That's a 'vote'! Meaning, that it is completely legit! So! ANSWER THE QUESTION! Do you like Trixie or not?!"

"Uh..." Zeke started, not sure what to do or say. "I think that...Can't we all just agree to say that this question should just be left to the reader's imagination?!"

"Nope!" They all said in unison, smiling at me.

"Why?..." Zeke mumbled, before being stared at by all of them, even Trixie, Dino, and Theo. "Well...I-I don't!" He finally yelled out with a look of pain on his face. "I just don't like her!"

At that moment, Trixie coughed over the hot sauce she had been chugging. Losing the challenge instantly. "And Twilight wins!" Spike announced to you all. After that, a bright light surrounded her. Making her an alicorn, and giving her the power to choose a dare for herself.

"You couldn't just say it, could you?" Trixie asked Zeke with a glare. Mad at him both for what he said, and for how she went through all of that for nothing. All she got in answer was a defeated shrug. "Okay, whatever. Twilight, just make your dare so we can end this."

"Okay then." She said, having one already in her mind.

Sent in from Max Blaster: I dare you to let each of the mane 6, Spike, and Blitz, to give you and/or Trixie a dare. Each. I'm that evil.

Trixie and Zeke went wide-eyed as they turned towards the eight of them. Seeing them all smirk innocently at them as if they didn't hear that dare at all. This only made the two of them gulp in nervousness.

"And there you have it every pony!" Spike announced to you all. "Twilight has one, and the two evil hosts are in for a good few intros of complete and total calamity! Will they last?! Will they quit?! Will they still deny that they're a couple?!" "We're not a couple!" "Find out, next chapter!"

Disclaimer (As told by Spike): MLP is owned by Hasbro, and everything else important and famous mentioned is owned by other people too! The only things Zeke owns is the story idea, Theo, Dino, Blitz, Morgue, Joe, and Big Mike! Enjoy, and see you next time every pony!

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Morgue's POV

Órale, is this a pain!

As I stood on the side of the road, picking up other people's trash, I reflected on just how I got here. Not prison itself, I know why I was there, but just outside of prison in the first place. Cleaning the side of the road in a blue prison suit. Since I had been on 'good behavior', they dropped me down a security level. I used to be in a grey suit, which was mid-level, but since the guitar came I've been good enough to be dropped down to blue low-level.

Of course, they still treat me like mid-level security. Having me go to mid-level lunch, mid-level yard, all that stuff. Those guards don't trust me enough, and I'm only low-level because some bigger head of Juvie, not warden but close, put me there. Why, no one really knows. Still, it's been like that for a while. A week or two after Sun Lady left.

Another thing about that is, there's some talk going around that they're calling me insane. I wouldn't put it past them since I act way different than a normal prisoner could. I play happy-go-lucky music along with any requests the other inmates ask, try to keep from laughing whenever I'm yelled at by the guards, and I even start breaking out in laughter when they try to hurt me. Oh wait, I'm sorry. Ahem, teach me a lesson the hard way.

Still, if I'm called insane, there's a chance I could be registered for an asylum instead of prison. Either place, Joe and Big Mike can't come to visit because they have 'no supervision of parents/guardians' But I couldn't let myself be transferred because I might lose my guitar and my chances of having Sun Lady's plan work out for me. Whatever it is anyways.

"Hey! Rodriguez, stop standing around!" One of the guards, who was enjoying his lawn chair in case you wanted to know, barked. Turns out I was kinda staring into space.

"Hehehe...On it, fracasado!" I said, getting right back to picking up the garbage. Wishing I had one of those garbage stick things to pick up wrappers and cans. But that was considered a weapon, so I guess that was out.

"What'd you just call me?!" The guard asked sitting up suddenly as he glared at me. Of course, my friend Armando jumped in for the fun of it.

"Calm down, man! It just means fast-worker." He said, thinking up some fake meaning for it. He knew what I was really calling him, but he had my back. He was my best friend in Juvie. Not to mention, he had been there pretty long to get a good amount of respect from the other inmates.

Armando was a lot like me in appearance, except he had a little darker skin, kept his hair real short but not to the point of shaved. He was a little taller, and was just a little more muscular than me...What?...Alright, okay, he was obviously more muscular. Not 'Big Mike' sized, but still someone to watch out for. Finally, he was almost four years older than me, so that made him four months away from being twenty-one. And with the part of the US we were in, he was almost old enough to be placed in real jail. He still had some time on him to sweat out too, so I guess there was no escaping it.

Still, with the respect that carried from him to me, not to mention my care-free attitude, I had it pretty lucky in there. It was just like the class clown in school. Friends with almost everyone except for the teachers and the suck-ups. So when Armando leaves, that would probably make me the most popular prisoner in this prison. And with my guitar, they all tried to ask for a song. And to help appease those in the mess hall or the yard, I tried to just sing and make a rhythm with a cup or blade of grass.

"For your sake, that better be what that means." The guard told me, leaning back in his seat. "Laura, Google that word. I wanna know if that's really what it means."

"What I look like, a translata? I dunna how to spell that word! Sides, how am I supposed to know which letters have them lines over 'em?" She asked, making me facepalm in my mind. Seriously? Do they think every Spanish word has a line over some of the letters?

BARK...BARK-BARK...

"Hey! Writher!" The first guard, who I like to name McRentaCop, yelled towards the van. They had a prison bus take all the prisoners, with Laura as the driver, and McRentaCop driving the bus with Writher, the police dog that would help track down any dumb inmate that tried to make a run for it.

Writher had been barking for the past two minutes. And with Renta and Laura obviously being Employee of the Month, they just kept ignoring it. They didn't even care about us. As long as we all made it back to Juvie alive, they got their paychecks.

"Laura, take care of that dog!" Renta commanded, earning a bored glance from Laura.

"Sorry. I need ta Google how much of a fracasado you are." She said, messing around on her phone.

"Err..." Renta growled before getting up and walking to the van. Coming up to the back doors before opening them wide to scold Writher. "Shut up!" He yelled in annoyance.

Sadly, his answer was an eighty plus pound German Shepherd pouncing onto him. Bringing him onto the hard asphalt highway. Too bad he wasn't wearing any protection either, because that head of his had to start screaming in pain at him.

He didn't even have time to react though as Writher jumped off Renta's chest. Making all of that weight shift onto him further and knock the wind out of him. The second Writher landed on the ground, he started sprinting off as fast as he could into the forest. Having apparently sniffing something out that wasn't supposed to be out there.

"AH! God da-Laura, chase that dog down!" He tried commanding again. Earning an annoyed expression.

"An then what?! Use some kinda Stare on em till he does what I say?! You tha one who drove that dog out here, you chase em down!" She retorted, pointing him towards the woods. Of course, he was never going to do that. All of us knew that.

Knowing that neither of them were going to do anything, I spoke up. Seeing a chance to stop picking up pre-chewed gum and weeds. "I'll go get him. I know how to get a dog to listen." I told them, offering a chance to help all of us. None of the others wanted to waste their time tracking down a dog that would probably just attack them, so I was the only volunteer.

"Are you nu..." As Laura tried to ask me, she realized just who she was asking. Remembering what everyone's said about me. "We can't let you go out! What if you make a run for it?!"

"Really?" I said, cracking a smile. "We're a good twenty miles from any real civilization. I don't exactly look like a friendly hitch hiker. And on top of that, I'd have a dog trying to bite my hand off since I can't feed him." I told them. I really wasn't going to run. What chance did I have of that ending well anyway? They'd start looking for me and target Joe and Big Mike. Throwing away the only reason I took the blame anyway.

Not only that, but I have a guitar waiting for me back at my cell. Like I was letting anyone else have that thing.

"Still, like we'd let you track that dog down for us!" Renta objected, glaring at me as he thought it over. Taking a good ten seconds before he realized just what he was turning down. A chance to let one of the prisoners track down a crazy dog. Allowing him to get a nap in too. It's not like the warden would actually believe any of the inmates when they talked about how lazy the two of them were.

"Actually...Yeah...You know what, go right on ahead." He told me, receiving a disapproving look from Laura. "Be warned, that once Writher finds you, he's not gonna let go until we track you down. And he's been microchipped, so don't think we won't find you!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. 'Get the dog or we'll get you.' I got it fracasado." I told him, walking off to the woods I saw the dog run through. Stopping next to Armando on the way who held onto my bag of garbage. "Gracias señor."

"De nada. Buena suerte." He told me, wishing me luck as I walked off into the forest on the side of the highway. With nothing but a prison suit and a loose dog in the same area.

"Do you really think sendin that kid out ta get the guard dog was a good idea?" Laura asked, glancing towards Renta as he sat back down in his normal lawn chair.

"Yeah, why not? As long as he gets back before we leave, no one will be any wiser. Besides, what's he gonna find out in the middle of the forest besides Writher?" Renta asked, relaxing in his seat as the prisoners kept picking up more trash.

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"OW! Ah! Órale, that hurts! How did that dog even get through here?!" I kept asking, getting scratched up by all the thorns and branches. I could see the ground and how some of the weeds had something run through them. Something recent.

I wasn't some kind of tracker, but I knew enough. The weeds were bent forwards and a bit to the left. Some of the ground was ripped up in a spot or two, so that wasn't so hard to see it had run forwards.

...GRRRRRRRR...

And that was more than enough to prove to me that there was something out here. So hearing that it was coming from where the tracks pointed, I made my way forward. Probably getting cut up even more so than before. But hey, if I get some rips in my suit at least I can tell the others that I fought off something vicious. That is, if I could find old Writher to begin with.

Sadly, after a minute or two of rustling my way into a part of the forest that wasn't as dense as the rest. And thankfully, didn't have as many branches to get cut up on.

That wasn't all though. I felt that something was around here. Something that wasn't supposed to be around here in the first place. It wasn't the dog, and thank goodness that he was gone because I wasn't paying attention anymore. But instead, it was an object. An object that was buried underground somewhere. Wait no, it wasn't buried, it was just hidden under something.

I turned my head towards a tree, seeing how it had a few roots that were above ground. It looked normal, and anyone else would probably think nothing of it, but I knew better. There was something else there, and I could just feel it.

So I went over and looked at the roots. One in particular had a rock besides it. One that was halfway underground because of how long it had been there. Or more specifically, how long it had been in this clearing. Not that one spot in particular. Someone had dug it up and put it here.

So knowing that it was just a little to perfect of a fit, I dug up the rock and moved it aside. Seeing something shine in the dirt. Just a small tip of something that was buried deeper. But of course, anyone could tell just what it was by looking at it.

Gold.

Not even caring about anything else at this point, I started to wildly dig for it. Pulling up all the dirt and pushing it off to the sides. My hands and prison uniform getting completely covered in the dirt, but I didn't care. There was gold in my reach right there.

As it finally got unearthed, I saw it there. All complete gold. And I don't mean fake spray-paint or whatever, it was actual gold! A helmet made of pure gold was right in the hole I had dug up! Why it was there didn't matter to me at all, whoever put it here definitely wasn't getting it back now! Because this thing was as god as mi-

Before I could even finish that thought, I stiffed up at the sound of something rustling behind me. Quickly scooping up the helmet in hand, I turned around to face the bush. I tried putting the helmet on so that way I wouldn't have to hold it, but it was just too small for me. My head was a little big, not counting my ego, but it wasn't that big! I mean, this helmet was just a little too small for me to fit into. Meaning that if I wanted to keep this, I would have to keep it in hand.

Too bad that I needed both hands for what was coming out of that bush. Because just as I got ready to defend my newfound treasure, Writher jumped out and started growling at me. Doing his job at stopping a prisoner from escaping, even though I still didn't plan on it.

Even if I had both my hands, I couldn't take down Writher and hide the gold at the same time. That was too much for me to pull off by myself. So not having any way to take care of both problems, I had no way to stop Writher from pouncing on me as he ran forward to do so.

"Excuse me." A voice said calmly as a figure slid in between me and the dog. Standing in an odd fighting stance. His left arm was folded behind his back like a fancy waiter, while his right arm was held out in front of him as if he was carrying a silver platter for a customer. Well not exactly, his right arm was at an angle that pointed upwards. 'A perfect, 45 degree angle' as he would put it.

The dog changed his mind and pounced for the figure, who immediately jabbed the dog directly in the throat with his the fingertips of his right hand, which remained flat and open as if the figure was still delivering that platter. Giving just enough strength to force the dog back in front of him and start hacking on the ground.

Before Writher could even look up, the figure placed its hand on the dogs shoulder while it looked up. Pinching the area in between the shoulder and neck. Pinching the pressure point and making the dog fall unconscious in front of the two of us.

"Ah, that's better. For a second, I thought I'd have to do more than two moves." The figure said, turning towards me to reveal one of my two best friends. "Isn't that just like you Morgue? Always getting into fights with the most rabid of opponents."

"Joe?! Órale, yo no lo puedo creer!" I said in disbelief, not able to keep myself from smiling. "When did-how'd you-my God man!" I cheered, pulling him in for a hug. One of my best friends, who was the closest I had to a brother, was right here! "Why are you here?!"

"I could ask you the same thing. You should be in prison 'amigo'. Now get off before I put down two dogs for the afternoon." He warned, making me let go. He never did like hugs, or anything like that.

"What are you doing out here?! And how did you know I'd be out here?!" I asked, looking over towards Writher. "And...You were kidding about the dog thing right? Is the poor guy gonna live?"

"Yes, he's going to live. I just knocked him unconscious. Speaking of, Big Mike? I thought you gave him that steak. Why wasn't he tired?" Joe called out into the forest.

Big Mike walked out, rubbing his arm. He looked a little annoyed at it, but was more sad about letting Joe down. "Sorry Joe. I tried giving him the sleepy-meat, but he just bit my arm. I had to let him go before he bit me too much. Sorry..." As he looked up to face Joe about how he messed up, he spotted me and immediately forgot about that. "Morgue!"

He ran forward, pushing Joe out-of-the-way and to the ground without any trouble, and gave me a death hug. One more uncomfortable than my prison bed. Still, I just kept smiling and accepted it because of how happy he was. No way was I about to let Big Mike break out into tears because of me again.

"It's...Quite alright Big Mike." Joe said, getting off the ground as Big Mike stopped breaking my back. "You said it bit you? Where?" Joe asked, reaching into his hoodie.

He always had forty different things on him for any random problem that came up. Paper, pencils, small rocks, pictures, cash of course, slingshot, sticks, snack for Big Mike, small mirror, paint, ketchup packets, straws, old phones, his main phone, name any small thing that isn't completely random and he just might have it! And no reviewers, that's not going to be the stupid QotC.

Yeah, I broke fourth wall. What, you thought that was only for the Christmas Special? Well, eat your heart out Pinkie Pie fans, because this isn't the only time!

"Just on my arm." He said, showing us his big dog bit. It wasn't deep, but it was bleeding to say the least. "It stings a little bit." And as always, I can never tell if he's lying about his pain or not.

"Alright, here." Joe said, pulling out a small block of clean wood. "Bite down on this." He told Big Mike, letting him put it into his mouth before pulling out some spraying disinfectant and a small roll of bandage. "Now this may hurt a bit, but don't yell." He warned as he spayed the disinfectant. Making Big Mike flinch in pain, but he kept biting down on the small block of wood. Actually cracking it a little from sheer power alone.

Although Joe was the brains, Big Mike was the brawn, and I was the leader, it was literally the three of us fending for ourselves. No parents, no other family, and obviously no police or law enforcement taking care of us. So of course that meant that each of us had to do our share of work to care for each of us.

Besides just being the brains though, Joe helped in other stuff just as much. He was the medic of the group and patched us up whenever we needed it. Knowing how to stitch, bandage, and give the right medicine. Not enough to be a doctor or anything like that, but more than just the basics at the least. He was also a computer genius. Able to hack into normal E-mail, PayPal, and YouTube accounts easily. Along with hack into even fast-food restaurants, local banks, and even Steam if given enough time and resources to do so. And most importantly, he was the 'treasurer' as I like to call it. He was the oldest at the age of eighteen and worked at a local fancy-ish restaurant. A more better paying job than me and Big Mike could get anyway.

Big Mike helped more than just being the brawn. Even though he just recently got his license, which took a long and difficult time to pull off getting I'd like to point out, he was the best driver out of all of us. Driving us everywhere because of how much he liked doing so. He was also how we were the most popular in school. Because being able to pretty much single-handedly bring our high school football team to regionals two years in a row, going on three this year, made even the nerds and other people that don't like football respect us! Finally, he also knew how to keep us from forgetting the obvious problems. Because with how much Joe went into complete detail, it was the obvious things Joe might overlook here or there.

Finally, there was me. Besides being the leader, I was the doer of the group. Since I was the most agile and the quickest of the group, not to mention being pretty skilled in parkour, I knew how to get around and make any escapes if it came to it. Also, I was the cook of the group. Hey, one of us had to be the one making all the food right? And since Joe didn't care about whatever he was eating and Big Mike was a bull in a china shop when it came to kitchens, that left me. I can only imagine how they're surviving without me. Especially having to take care of the little garden along with the rest of the place.

And for their sake, they better have not touched my El Camino.

"There all done." Joe said, finishing up with the bandaging. Good thing too, because I think that block of wood was about to start screaming in pain. "Now, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like my helmet back." Joe told me, holding out his hand to take it back.

"What?! But-but, this was underground! Why would you hide it underground if it was yours?!" I asked, instinctively hiding the golden piece of armor behind my back. He might've been one of my two best-friends, but I was still wary whenever it came to valuable stuff like this.

"Because only you would be able to find it and stay long enough where we could come out and not risk anyone else approaching. Now. Give..." He asked again, frowning at me as he kept holding out his hand.

"Fine..." I grumbled, handing the helmet back to him as he rested it under his arm. "But only because I don't want to end up next to Writher." I said, still acting pretty sour about it.

"Writher? How exactly did you come up with that one?" Joe asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Actually I didn't. Everyone, even the guards, call him Writher because...Can I see my sunglasses for a second?" I asked, remembering that he had them. It was like an idol thing for the three of us. Whoever had them was the one in charge. They were mine to begin with, obviously. But whenever I couldn't be leader because of some random problem, like prison for instance, I gave them to Joe. And I knew that out of all the random crap he had in his pockets, he had them with him too.

"I'm going to regret doing so, but...Fine..." He said, pulling them out of his front left pocket while they were in a sunglass case.

"Thanks. But anyway, we call him Writher because he can make anyone..." I paused as I put on my aviator sunglasses. Looking off in the distance to complete the look. "Writhe in pain."

After a long silence of Joe just facepalming at my awesome joke, Big Mike broke the silence. "...I don't get it..." He said while scratching his head in confusion. Me just laughing as I leaned against a tree. Keeping my glasses on.

"For once, I couldn't have said it better myself." Joe said with a shake of his head. "Anyway, this helmet, along with something else, is exactly what we came to see you about. You see, after we all 'woke up' me and Big Mike were met with an odd golden sight. The helmet I now hold in my hands, and..." Joe paused as Big Mike reached into his small school backpack, which I hadn't even noticed before now, and pulled out a pair of gauntlets that were a perfect fit for Big Mike's giant hands.

"These gloves." Joe finished. "Nothing comes up in any search I've tried conducting on them, so I wanted to have you appraise them. They're apparently gifts from our royal friends. Along with this note." He said, pulling out a small note that had Celestia's seal on it. And giving it to me, I opened it and read it to myself real quick.

Joe-

At this point, you've probably assumed without a doubt that we're real. And that you are in for, as you said, one thrill of a life-time.

So to help give you a guide for this, I thought it best to tell you of a reference.

On the internet, Google or YouTube would be best, type in MLP FIM.

Simply watch the show that is mentioned, and you will see what our world is like.

When you see the show, it will all click together. But just to tell you, the show might make us all seem different than they really are.

So don't think it's dead on accurate.

You can probably guess that they have to fit into a smaller time limit and have it all make sense in the end. So it's different.

Sincerely- Princess Celestia

P.S. I am fine with 'Trollestia' or 'Sun Lady' But you dare call me Molestia, or speak any harsh terms about ponies purposefully, and I will personally see you off to the moon.

Good luck! :D

"Dang, Sun Lady has a sense a humor! I'm liking her more and more already!" I said, going over the note again and again to make sure I got it all down before handing it back over to Joe. "So, you've seen the episodes?" I asked, wondering if he actually took her advice.

"Well, me and Big Mike watched the first two episodes. Followed by these two Discord episodes and finally these two episodes that introduced Princess Cadence and Shining Armor. After seeing those six, I completely shunned out all of the other episodes. I had gained enough information to go off of, and didn't want to go into anymore. Mostly in the thought of getting too deep into their personal issues. Because now that they're real characters, it seems to be an invasion of personal privacy." He explained to me. A simple 'Yeah, a few episodes' would've worked too Joe!

"Well, looking at these things, I can tell you right now that I've never seen anything like them." I said, taking off my sunglasses to give him a straight answer. "In fact, no one on Earth's seen something like this. It is perfect with no dents or any damage like that. Little dirty from you burying it, but that's it." I said, shaking my head.

Something pure gold like this wasn't just so perfect. And a black market or museum would pick up on that too. Museums would say it's fake and not worth any historic value, and Black Markets would say it's too dangerous to try to make money off of them.

"So, I don't know what to tell ya. The best answer would be to tell you that it's legit from Equestria." I told him with a nod. "The helmet looks like it's Roman. Chariot Riders to be more exact. And as for the gauntlets, it looks medieval in design. Especially with how the finger part of the gloves look. They're pretty dense and have two holes in them, probably for gems just like the Elements of Harmony. And finally, they're both made the exact same way. Which is weird because since they look like their made from two different points in time, they should have different styles to them. So...Yep. Definitely from Equestria. That or their forgeries, but that wouldn't make sense." I concluded my full analysis of them. This was the only thing I was the smartest at, and I knew how to appraise something even without that fancy equipment.

"I thought that's what you would conclude t-" Joe stopped, going over what I had just said. "Hold up, how did you know their world's name? Or about how the other Elements looked like? You said Princess Celestia never told you anything about their world while she was undercover, and I never told you when we were talking in that dream."

All I did was smirk at him. "Who's to say that you're the only one that's been watching MLP? Ever since I've been brought down to low-security from good behavior, I've been allowed to watch whatever the guards put on. Most of the time, it's football or old cartoons, but there's some Hub and MLP every now and then." I could tell Joe was taking this in. Only, he was thinking it over more than I thought he would.

"Have you...Seen any newer faces in the Juvenile Hall? Some prisoners that seem a little too nice to be arrested? Maybe a few new guards too?" He asked, changing the subject to something I could tell he had some history with.

"Well...There are a few novatos that came in somewhere before December. Three of them. They take they're jobs way too seriously, and salute to the warden whenever they're given a command. Some of the others keep saying that they were in the military, but that couldn't be it. You can tell by the way they walk and look that they aren't trained in the military. What about you?" I asked, wondering where his suspicion is coming from.

"I thought so. Since this semester began, we've gotten a new librarian that has some kind of obsession with collecting crystals, a new janitor that actually prides himself on the landscaping of the school, and even a new teacher that's taken over the ISS department. And the kicker on him is that he actually enjoys that job." Joe told me with a blank face. "I can't help but look at the three of them and see some connection with Equestria."

"That's not it though." Big Mike said, speaking up. "The library lady and the janitor both have gloves..." He filled me in, bringing up that important detail.

"The librarian is bordering elderly, and the way she dresses makes her gloves look understandable. And the janitor has gardening gloves from his job. The teacher doesn't have any gloves, but avoids direct contact in every way possible. He could be obsessed with germs, but all three of them can still just be drawn up with paranoia." Joe said, not wanting to jump to conclusions.

"Now that you mention it, the guards I've seen have stuff covering their hands too. One has gloves that he wears because of a 'scar'. Another has bandages and is obsessed with wearing a jacket. And the last wears not only has gloves, but always likes wearing his hat no matter what's happening." I explained. The hat-wearing one is positioned to my cell's hallway after light's out too. And he goes easy on me more than the others. Could be that he might be some agent, but again there's paranoia.

Joe sighed, sitting down against another tree, while Big Mike just sat beside Writher and pet his sleeping head. Making sure that he was asleep and taken care of. "It's all so strange...These gloves and helmet have to be the 'Elements of Protection' because they're so similar to the Elements of Harmony like the ponies have. All these new faces have been appearing near us. And most importantly...There's something I need to tell you both. Something I kept quiet about until now because I wanted to say this in a safe spot to both of you."

"What is it?" Big Mike asked, wondering what was so secret that Joe wouldn't tell him about it.

"About four days ago, I was called up to the main conference room in school. To meet with not only the principal, the local school officer, and another officer..." Joe started, recalling all the memory so he could tell us the story the best he could.

He had both our full attentions now. Both of us giving serious expressions as we stayed quiet. Whenever Joe wanted to talk in complete safety from anyone but us hearing the story, you better believe that it was serious.

"But I was also visited by a certain high-ranking law enforcer...Named Jéan Loc."

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And so the small story back on Earth begins. As you all can guess, this episode will be focusing back on our three favorite criminals and what's happened to them recently. Let's just hope that this won't get too bad for every pony.

Since we've only gotten one episode with the three of them, I think a second one to help introduce them some more is a good idea. It may not have the mane seven in it, but hopefully some of these suspicious 'humans' will help cover it. Still, tell me what you think in the review! I can't wait to see what you think of the episode so far!

QotC: Who do you all think are the three new school workers that are at Joe and Big Mike's school?