I woke up rather peacefully, instead of a frigid night in the desert it was already scorching hot. The sand was hot to the touch and I was sweating like a pig. It didn’t take much to wake my friends up either; they must have had a rather restless sleep.

“Okay so I guess we are on the march?” Mike asked

“I guess so, but in which way?” Dan asked

“THAT A WAY!” Tyler shouted, pointing into the never ending abyss of sand, away from the once proud city.

None of us had any other suggestions so we shrugged it off and began to march. The march was brutal, the sand burned our hooves and we were so fatigued simply by walking it was almost impossible to fly for long amounts of time so most of the time we had no clue what was in front of us. Mike must of caught onto a fan spell along the way, since he seemed to make it work on himself, but in time he became so weak he couldn’t use the spell anymore.

Luck for once was on our side, after some time of walking we found a paved road. Not only did this facilitate our travel but was much easier on our hooves.

“Couldn’t we just ask the Russian for another car?” Nico finally asked. We all looked at him like he had found a cure for cancer, why the hell didn’t we think of that?

“O MIGHT RUSSIAN DUDE \!” Mike said, going down on his knees and beginning to pray “PLEASE SPAWN A CAR FOR US!”

There was no answer

“Of course…” Mike cursed

“So what, were just going to call him Russian Dude?” I asked

“Russian Dude it is”

***

Boris looked down anxiously at his control panel, then at his almost finished cigarette, then back at his control panel.

He grabbed the cigarette one last time and gave a final huff, he finally was finished with it and tossed it in the nearby garbage can.

He hadn’t really been paying attention to the kids lately, in fact most of the time he was debugging the enormously erroneous system, it would take very long. He had his own problems, not only had they slipped out of the palm of his hand, but now they were constantly in perilous trouble. Fortunately Boris was able to make the MTAS-5000 work, allowing him every once in a while to drop items from this world to that world.

He chose to take a quick look at the camera; it was amazing what science could do. He could scout the skies and the seas for anything, fly over massive mountains and into deep caves without ever being noticed. Even though these boys were stupid, you’d expect them to question how he knew he was watching.

Then he looked at the screen again, Vista was broken

“SON OF A CHURNOV!” Boris shouted, he slammed his elderly hand down on the table, he had lost contact with the boys…some technology

***

We continued to walk for what felt like eternity. Constantly struggling against the hot sun and the humid weather; it was becoming laborious to do the simplest task now, it was even becoming a quest to breath.

“Is that what I see…” Nico said “GUYS LOOK AT THAT!”

I didn’t know what he was talking about sadly, I have terrible eye vision. When I mean terrible, I mean terrible as in “Front row seat but still can’t see the board” terrible. That was when I saw a white speck on the horizon

“IT IS A BUILDING! WE ARE SAVED!” Mike shouted. We made a mad dash for the building, running as fast as possible. I began to see what we were looking at, it was a modern looking building that was pitch white. There was a courtyard on the side of the row and behind it a glass and metal building. On a sign above was “Shattering Darkness’s Wagon dealership”.

We rammed through the door and all collapsed on the floor. Right in front of us was a stallion. He was pitch black and had a multi colored mane of red and orange and yellow. He had on a small red pin striped vest.

“You want wagon? Wagon good!” He said in a Persian accent

“Um sure we need a wagon I guess” Mike said

“Okay good choice, let me finish up with other customer” Shattering Darkness said, he turned around and walked towards two unicorns in identica- o fucking ball sack shit.

“You find wagon?” He asked

“Yes I like this wagon, but can we negotiate this price a little bit? Me and my colleague would be happy to pay of course!” Flim responded, seeming rater cheery considering he was car jacked only days earlier.

This left us in a difficult place, we could hide and draw suspicion to ourselves, or we could confront them. Mike and Dan seemed desperate to do the latter. This wouldn’t end well.

The two walked forward towards Flim and Flam, there backs were turned as they were negotiating with Shattering Darkness.

“Sup babes” Mike said, a cocky smile on his face. Flim and Flam both turned around, seething mad.

“What happened to our Super Cider Squeezy 6000?” Flam questioned

“We kind of blew it up” Mike said, his face showing no shame “But can we borrow some dosh? We need some cash for a wagon, in case you didn’t notice we are in a desert”

Flim and Flam looked like they were about to kill Mike right on the stop, that was when I noticed five strong looking bodyguards appear from the gentlecolts room.

“I see you are admiring our bodyguards” Flim said

“I am” Mike said “I also see you are admiring my friend Shattering Darkness over here” Shattering Darkness gave a surprised look “Shattering Darkness, kill the bodyguards and we will buy a wagon!”

A pure look of hatred filled Shattering Darkness’s eyes “NO ONE TOUCHES MY CLIENTS BIIIIIYATCH!”

Shattering Darkness rammed into the first bodyguard, he was unexpected and proved to be more like a flimsy and shoddy wall then an actually bodyguard, he was launched so hard he rammed into the opposite wall, causing an indent in the wall.

The second bodyguard ran at Shattering Darkness with a small stiletto, Shattering Darkness instantly send a hoof to the ponies ribs though and dismantled him. He dropped to the ground holding his shattered ribs.

The third and the fourth bodyguards ran at Shattering Darkness at the same time, one was unfurling a retractable baton and the other one had brass knuckles on. Brass Knuckles ran at Shattering Darkness first, Shattering Darkness grabbed the incoming punch though and turned Brass Knuckles around and used him as a meat shield.

The fourth bodyguard dropped the baton own onto the third ponies face, trying to hit Shattering Darkness but failing. He then ran into the fourth bodyguard (The unconscious third bodyguard still being used as a barrier) and knocked him through the glass.

The fifth bodyguard shat his pants so fast his anus ignited on fire, he died on the spot. His body turned into a living (Or not so) conduit of fire.

Flim and Flam looked stunned, there mouths were wide open in disbelief. What looked like a definite win became a shattering defeat.

Flim and Flam ran for the door, somehow evading Shattering Darkness and made it off through the courtyard lined with wagons and off into the desert, we could catch them now or- wait….never mind they had bicycles…whatever I don’t even care anymore.

“Thanks bro” Mike said “We shall buy a wagon now” That was when I noticed Flim and Flams wallets lying on the ground. Mike levitated them over and pulled the bits out, there were more than enough for a high quality wagon.

We ended up then having the pleasure of trying to pick a wagon that all suited our individual needs.

We were completely in a stalemate, Mike and I wanted something blue while Tyler and Nico wanted something black. Dan was stubborn and wanted red.

“Dumbass, black will attract heat! We will get heat stroke!” Mike reasoned

“Yea but it is soooo cool” Nico said. In the end we all had to compromise, AKA no pony was happy. We chose yellow.

Next came the exact type of wagon, Shattering Darkness had plenty of wagons but few that were in our wagon nirvana, we need something in our price range (Which was still ample) and managed to satisfy our needs.

“We should get a wagon with a hot tub in it” Tyler said

“No we should not” Dan said, making no effort to hide his anger.

We finally ended up getting a surprisingly decent wagon. It was bronze like yellow and was large enough to house 5 ponies. It had sturdy wheels and even Air Conditioning (Who said you had to choose in-between magic and electricity?)

“Thank you come again friends!” Shattering Darkness called out as we pushed the wagon onto the road.

Just as it was on the road the fucking wheel broke, it turned over and landed in a sand drift.

Shattering Darkness wouldn’t give us a refund, with our dosh almost spent we had to choose a very…humble vehicle;

an ice cream wagon. All we had left was 100 bits, enough for a ton of food and water when we found a real pitstop.

“You got to be shitting me” Mike cursed as he got in the driver’s seat, it was better than walking though.

…I didn’t really expect my first car being new anyways.

“Please we are begging you Shattering Darkness!” Mike pleaded

“No sorry no refunds sorry” Shattering Darkness said in his quirky Persian accent.

“Please…” Mike said “Besides your crappy wagon broke before we even drove it!”

“No refunds, sorry go away now sorry refunds no” Shattering Darkness said, pushing us out of the courtyard and

locking the gate behind him. Over the gate came an…acoustic guitar?

“Play guitar, good for guitar playing” Shattering Darkness said, leaving us on the road.

“O guitar is 90 bits”

There goes our food money

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