Two Hours Later

Jacob and Pinkie were both sitting at an automated bar inside the fortress. Jacob was having a Bloody Mary while Pinkie was having a glass of chocolate milk. Pinkie recently learned of what happened to Jacob. Jacob also learned that it was Pinkie’s day off, therefore she would be able to stay and chat. Now they are having drinks and discussing it further.

“You know author, you really should try harder with your exposition. This was just lazy. Don’t even get me started on your last chapter. There is a time for attempted fan service and there is a time for the plot.” said Pinkie Pie. Afterwards she focused more on Jacob and less on the non-existent author.

“Look, Pinks.” said Jacob with a slight slur. “I need to get something off of my chest and I think that you’d be the best pony to do it to.”

“Okey Dokey Loki.” said Pinkie with her usual glee.

Jacob clutched his head and groaned. “I am not doing so well.” Upon getting no response, he continued. “I lost all that I care about. My father, my brothers, my friends, my sister, and what little social dignity that I had in this xenophobic and downright cruel world, I would love to get any part of that back. If not, then I would like to feel better about their loss.” Jacob then started laughing. “You know, I’d probably forget this in the next chapter.” Jacob will then stop breaking the fourth wall before his kneecaps are suddenly broken by “accident.”

“Alright fine, jeez.” said Jacob.

Pinkie continued onward undeterred by this and smiled. “Then why don’t you talk about them while you still can?”

Jacob cleared his throat. “I grew up in a big city with my Dad, and two brothers in an apartment above a bakery. Very much like yours, but it was more homely and warm. It’s provided busy people a chance to calm down and have a muffin or for people to feel at home. I used to also live with my mom, but she passed away when I was ten. Out of all of us, Pops took it the hardest. Afterall, Ma was the light of his world, his muse. Without her, he was dull and unresponsive for a long time. Luckily, it happened during the Summer, so my brothers and I could hold down the place. The three of us got up early and came up with a strategy. My younger brother, Mason, was five at the time, and Caleb, my youngest brother, was just four when it happened. Mason would run the register while I baked as much as I could. Due to the fact that Caleb could hardly read at the time, he did nothing. As you can tell, this did not last for more than a week. We were exhausted, but something happened with Pops, he had that gleam back in his eyes. The same gleam that was his passion, was now fully focused on us. He told us how proud he was of us afterwards. In less than a day, Pops had the shop back in full swing. About ten years later, it was clear that we would be taking separate paths in life. Mason got into a lot of fights, sometimes with me, sometimes with thugs, but he was always focused. Dad signed him up for boxing lessons. On the first day, he knocked out the biggest kid there in less than a minute. Nine years later, he became the champion known as Mason the Mace. Caleb was always more financially minded and creative. He loved helping out Pops in the kitchen and could negotiate his way out of or into anything. Therefore, it was no surprise to anyone when he went to culinary school and became a certified pastry chef. As for me, I was the logical and dorky one of the bunch. I had a knack for teaching and eventually went to teach at one of the most prestigious schools that I could think of, Harvard. We finally had a chance to meet up to go a convention. There I bought some bought this mask and got sent here.” Due to his throat being dry, he took the final sip of his drink. Mechanical arms sprang forth from the bar as it took the cup, threw out the olives and celery. “Vesper please.” said Jacob.

“Coming right up, sir.” said Jarvis. The arms took out bottles of white wine, vodka, and gin. The vodka was poured into a shot glass while a little bit of the gin and wine were shaken together in a container. The Vodka was then poured into it as well. It was then served in a martini glass as a small sliver of coiled up lemon peel was added to it. “Here you go sir. Shaken, not stirred, just like you always drink it.”

“Thank you Jarvis.” replied Jacob before taking a sip. “Hmm, sour and dry, though I definitely feel that kick.”

Pinkie then spoke up. “It was great hear that but, if you don’t excuse me, I got to watch the twins in an hour.”

Jacob put a hand on her shoulder. “Before you go, I have something to ask of you. First, don’t tell anyone that I am Iron Man if they don’t already know. For some reason, ponies keep thinking that we are different and I would like to keep the price off of my head for now. Next, I want you to pinkie promise that if crap hits the fan with my plan, you are not to use your element of harmony on me.”

Pinkie thought about it for a bit. “What Celestia did was mean, but I can’t pinkie promise that I won’t use my element on you. I can for the other thing however, seeing how it is less important than the last one.” She went through the motions and then gulped down her chocolate milk.

Jacob nodded in acknowledgement. “I can understand, you were raised up to love whatever Celestia did, but one of these days, you’ll see that she only cares about her little ponies. When it comes to the other sentient creatures, they could burn for all she cared. I mean think about it like this. Why is it that Griffinstone suddenly turned from and economical giant to a poor, barely functioning society when Celestia added Griffinstone to her map?”

Pinkie went silent for a bit before saying, “I don’t know Jacob, I don’t know. I gotta go, perhaps I can sleep on this and think about it later.”

Jacob sat back in his chair. “That is all that I ask of you Pinkie, I’ll have Jarvis escort you back to Sugarcube Corner.”

Said butler then molded himself into small pair of rocket boots which latched onto the pink one’s hoofs. She then flew away saying, “Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” the whole time.

Two hours earlier, Manehattan

Two individuals were turned to look at each other. “Ahhhhhh!” They both shouted. When they calmed down they started talking to each other.

The one with the hammer spoke first. “I don’t wot who ye are, but mine name is Mason Finch.”

The not so jolly green giant laughed before replying in a deep, booming voice. “You ass, it’s me, your brother, Caleb.”

The viking’s tilted his head in confusion. “What betid to us? Last time I checked, thy costume wasn’t good enough to daw anyone. ” He scratched his head. “Tis most perplexing.”

“Since when did you start talking like that?” asked Caleb.

“I hast nay idea, it just feels natural.” replied Mason.

The two stumbled around the ally a bit before they found a letter. Normally, this wouldn’t be much of an issue, but this letter was floating and it was addressed to them. It read as followed.

Dear Buffoons,

It appears as though you were accidentally sent here with along with your brother. Seeing as how there is no way for me to get you back to your world, you are stuck in this universe. However, there were some things that I could do. I gave you both the abilities and skills of those that you were dressed up as. I also gave you both some abilities that could only be used by the two of you. You two can communicate with each other with telepathy, heal each other from any wound with a beam like pulse, and finally, if you both have a nearly equal amount of power, you can fuse to become an even stronger being. If you want more information on your predicament, you will have to find your older brother. He currently lives in a mountain fortress near a small town called Ponyville. The best of luck you two.
Sincerely, M H

Ps. You might want to avoid coming into contact with this world’s Celestia. Not only is she strong enough to move the sun around, she isn’t very kind to intruders in her kingdom.

The brothers stared at the letter and read it again. It still made as little sense as possible.

Caleb brightened up. “Welp, only one way to check and see if this guy was full of it or not.” He then thought, “I hope this works.”

“Hope what works?” asked Thor.

“Yep, it worked.” Hulk’s skin then paled. “That means that this isn’t a dream or something, it actually happened. “He grabbed his head in sorrow. “Pops is going to be devastated by this. You remember what happened with Ma, right?”

Mason then frowned. “Ay, I doth remember.”

Caleb then said, “Let’s worry about that later, for now, let’s focus on finding Jacob, we were always at our best when we were together.” Mason nodded and they both went on there way by sneaking behind buildings and what not until they got to a costume shop.

A box was thrown out. It was labeled, “Gorilla costume. Warning, very flammable” Grinning, Caleb picked up the box in one hand as they continued to sneak away.

Mason gave Caleb an odd look. “Wherefore did thou pick that up?”

Caleb just shrugged, “I dunno, it just seemed like it would come in handy.”

Mason sighed, “I'll bet thou that it will not be of lay-to.”

Caleb thought, “Alright, how about this, if the costume has a use for us, I get to use it however I want, but if it does not work, then you get to test out that hammer on me.”

“Deal.” replied Mason.

When they were both hidden by enough shadows to be able to look out at the street. It was covered with ponies of many shapes and sizes. ”Dude, what are those?”

“I hast nay idea, they seem to look like ponies, but some of them hast wings, while others hast horns.” replied Mason.

The two then climbed onto the rooftops where Mason and Caleb both stood there breathing. “I have an idea on how we can remain unseen. Mason, you have Thor’s powers, correct?” He received a nod from his brother. “Awesome I need you to use the surrounding clouds to make a thick fog. I’ll hop from building to building while you keep us covered.”

Thor then twirled his hammer for a bit, then swung it upward, allowing him to fly. He reached out to a cloud, which felt oddly solid. Setting his curiosity aside for later, he gathered a bunch in the area before stacking them up and slamming his hammer down onto them. This loosened them and turned them into a thick layer of fog. The two then proceeded to hop away until they got to a train station. On a large message board near the train it said, “To Canterlot.” there was also a large amount of boxes labeled, “Exhibits, handle with care” This time, Thor came up with a plan.

“Alright look, we ne'd to get out of this city to get to this “Ponyville” 'r whatev'r right?” He got a nod from the green giant. “Alright, if mine understanding of puns is correct, the place known as “Canterlot” is that city ov'r on that mountain with the large castle on the side. That note also said that our brother lives in a bawbling mountain near a village. If mine intuition is correct, thither is a bawbling mountain near the villiage that is close to Canterlot. Thus, in order to get to our brother in the fastest way possible, we ne'd to sneak aboard that train and encave. The problem is, that we ne'd to also hast someone to scout out the area. Thou couldst encave in the train as an exhibit with that disguise of yours, while I fly ahead. I will message thou later and we will both leave the area with minimal detection, dost that sound like a plan?”

Caleb responded by getting into the suit. It was incredibly tight, but he ended up being disguised as a yeti. Mason grabbed a rock and threw it into an alley, this resulted in a bunch of trash cans falling over as well as some cats screaming. The surrounding ponies went over to the ally to check it out, Caleb snuck into a box labeled “Forest monster.” Inside the box, there was a tree like goblin that was mostly brown with some green splotches on it. He chucked the goblin a few thousand yards away before climbing in. The ponies came back and loaded the now heavier cargo into a car before leaving without an incident.

While the train was speeding along the tracks, Mason was flying from cloud to cloud, treetop to treetop, ect. When he got to a particularly tall tree, he saw a small village in the distance. After getting closer to the village he thought to his brother, “Get out of thither anon.”

Meanwhile in the box that now has a fist shaped hole in it, Caleb was curled up, itchy, and very mad. When he got the message, he stretched out his arms, causing the box to become nothing more than a pile of splinters. He then crept to the train’s cargo door before pushing it open and jumping out, right into a tree. Mason pointed towards the mountain as they both traveled to it in their own fashion.

About forty five minutes later, they arrived at the entrance to a cave. Thor lit up his hammer to find that there was a man passed out on a bar stool. They also found the mechanical bartender that was powered down at the moment. Many bottles were strewn about around this man, but when they got a closer look at him, they were able to see what he looked like. He was wearing a black suit with an undone tie. His face looked similar to their brother’s, except that it looked ten years older. There was stubble and some wrinkles on his face. Despite all of this the two were still able to see that this was their quirky and nerdy brother that they have come to love. The two moved him to a couch and laid him down while they simply sat down on a carpeted area near a fireplace. The pair then turned and looked at the drunk on the couch. “So, how long till he wakes up?”

Author's Notes:

Sorry for taking so long guys. Also, I would like to point out that I used this to type out what Thor said. Have an excellent day and as for tomorrow night, Happy new year!