Hey, wassup! It's locoattack1 back again with another chapter! I don't really know what else to say, so enjoy!

The grey mare stared at me with a look of determination, as if to say 'I WILL have this muffin'. The look was kinda hard to take seriously, though, due to the crossed eyes. Still, I wasn't about to get in a fight with Derpy, or Ditzy. Yeah it’s probably Ditzy, now that I think about it.

“You can have it.” I relinquish my grasp on the muffin, earning a confused but grateful look from the wall-eyed mare.

“Thanks!” She stuffs the muffin into her mouth, swallowing it instantly. I need to break the ice.

“Sooo,” I began awkwardly after a few seconds, “What’s your name?”

“Me? I’m Ditzy Doo!” She smiled, then quickly frowned, “But some ponies call me ‘Derpy’ behind my back.”

“Hey, don’t let them get you down!” I say in a supportive tone, “Some peop- ponies are just jerks. Don’t pay any attention to them.”

“Thanks Danny.” She smiles.

We talk for about thirty minutes and I learn a lot about Ditzy and her life. She has a daughter named Dinky and is Ponyville’s local mailmare (Once again, thank you fandom). She really was a decently smart pony, from what I observed, but was rather clumsy and frequently made mistakes that caused ponies to brand her as stupid. I decided to keep her status as a fan idol secret, as we also referred to her as Derpy, and having an entire race call her what she considered an insult would really hurt her.

I also eat some of the food, which is super awesome. Almost awesome enough to make me want to quit meat. Almost.

“Well, I’ve gotta get to the party, but it sure was nice meeting you!” I smile as I walk toward the table where I had set up my laptop, “We should hang out sometime.”

“That’d be great!” She did a mini-backflip, assisted by wings, and nearly crashed into the wall.

I decide that I need to answer a few questions, but I don’t know which. Wait a second, maybe a Q&A-type thing would work. I consider the idea, and conclude that it is probably the only way that I’ll be able to answer all of their main questions about me.

I walk up to the computer and pause the current song; Slip by Deadmau5. This immediately confused some ponies, who were enjoying the music.

“Okay everypony, I know that you were enjoying that song, but I know that most of you still have questions for me and I’d like get some of those answered now rather than later.” I saw the eyes of some ponies light up, as if suddenly remembering what their questions were, “Now I’ve got an idea here, why don’t you just ask me your questions and I’ll answer them. I’m not going to answer anything about war though, so don’t bother asking.”

“Why do your clothes look so bland?” I hear a pony ask.

“Well, unlike you ponies, humans have no fur. We rely on clothing to keep us warm. We don’t need it to look fancy, so long as it does its job.” I begin to turn a fairly light shade of red as I continue the topic, “Also, humans don’t usually like being seen naked. I don’t know exactly why, but it’s just how things work.”

“Okay then, any other questions?”

This went on for what felt like literally FOREVER. It was interesting answering questions such as ‘who lifts the sun and the moon?’ and ‘what do pegasus humans look like?’. It was pretty fun seeing their reactions to some of my questions, such as ‘what do humans eat?’.

“So, what do ya’ll humans eat?” Applejack asked. Well, here I go.

“Well, we’re omnivores.” I state simply, getting confused looks from everypony but Twilight, who has a worried look on her face.

“Omni-what-now?” Applejack seems confused at the word.

“Omnivores, it means that we eat both plants and meat.” Most ponies seem shocked at this. I look over to Fluttershy, who looks horrified.

“Y-You’re not going to eat us, are you?” She seems scared.

“No, no. I would never hurt a pony. The only meats that I eat on a regular basis are pig, cow, chicken, and occasionally turkey. I also hear deer is good, but I’ve never tried it.” The ponies seems shocked at this revelation, “Thing is, I’ve never killed an animal, hell I even had two cats back on my world. The point that I’m trying to make is that I will never, ever, hurt anypony. I promise.”

“You eat little animals?” Fluttershy still seems scared.

“Yeah, but I know boundaries. I’m not going to run into your house killing things, that just aint right. No, I wouldn’t hurt any animals that you care for, Fluttershy.” I see her relax again, I must’ve been quite convincing.

I look over at the clock and notice that it says 9:00. I’ve got things to do. Not that they need to know what these ‘things’ are. I think of the guns in the garage that need to be counted.

“Well, it’s been awesome everypony, but I’ve gotta get some sleep.” I see looks of confusion on their faces as I blatantly lie, “I have to clean up the house and get ready to go to bed. I wanna get some rest tonight.”

“Awwwwwwww” I hear most ponies exclaim, disappointed.

They start to shuffle out the door, I say goodbye to each and every one of them. Vinyl gave me a brohoof and trotted out the door. Hellz yeah, brohoof from Vinyl.

I and the six work for about thirty minutes cleaning up my living room and putting everything back the way it was. I had to tell Rarity multiple times that I was NOT going to rearrange my room to make it look better. After we were done cleaning up the place, I said my goodbyes to everypony.

“See ya’ll later partner!” Applejack says as she trots out the door with a sleeping Applebloom over her back.

“Goodbye” I hear Fluttershy say in a barely audible whisper as she walks out the door.

“See ya later alligator!” Pinkie Pie says in her cheery voice as she walks out the door.

“Goodbye Danny!” Rarity says, walking with a tired looking Sweetie Belle.

“See you Danny” Twilight says as she walks out the door.

I look around for Dash, but she is nowhere to be found. I walk into the living room and see her lying on the couch, dozing off. Okay, really?  Wait on second, maybe I could show her, and only her, the stash.

The gears in my mind begin to turn, thinking of all the possible outcomes. On one hand, she might be scared half to death about the fact that I have all of those weapons. On the other, I really suck at keeping secrets from everypony, so telling one pony will relieve the stress. I’ll do it.

“Yo Dash!” She jumps up and nearly hits her head on the roof, then notices her surroundings.

“Heh heh, must’ve gotten tired.” She says with a guilty grin, blushing ever-so-slightly.

“Yeah, no problem, I’ve got something to show you, follow.” I grab my hoodie and put it on, knowing that it’s cold out. I also grab my dad’s garage keys and head out the door with Dash trailing close behind.

“Okay, what’s up?” She seems intrigued.

“Well, you’ll find out soon enough.” I put the key into the lock and open the door.

“I got the lights.” I flip the switch and the room is illuminated. It is a mega-shithole of a garage, with crap thrown everywhere and there only being one feasible path through the piles. I walk through it until I hit a door.

“Okay, what you’re about to see, you can’t tell anypony. Understand?” I see her bobbing her head furiously.

I open the door and I am greeted with the sight of several large crates and a few gun cabinets, all of which were opened, the doors cracked. Thankfully, no guns were immediately visible. Dash stares around the room in confusion.

“What’s here? All I see is a bunch of boxes.” She seems impatient.

“Well, it’s what’s in the boxes that matters.” I grab a crowbar from a nearby table and advance toward the nearest crate. Dash follows closely behind, curious as to what is in the boxes.

I stick the end of the crowbar under the lid of the crate and begin to pry it open. It isn’t easy, as I am not exactly ‘athletic’ or ‘muscular’, but I get it open soon enough. I reach into the crate and grab the first thing that I feel. I know two things without even seeing it. One; It’s not a handgun, way too heavy and it has a stock. Two; It is made of wood, at least, the part that I feel is. I have several ideas floating around my head as to what it is, but I need to pull it out to be sure.

I pull out the weapon, and to my amazement, I am holding the very weapon that I always wanted to fire, own, whatever. I am holding an AK-47 assault rifle. It has a magazine attached to it, probably the standard 30 round mag. Holy shit. An AK! This is so awesome!!! I glance over at Dash, who seems to have made the connection between the picture I showed her earlier and the weapon I am holding.

“I-Is that a gun?” She seems frightened, very uncharacteristic, even though I could imagine feeling fear in such a situation, “What are you gonna do? Are you gonna hurt me? Are you gonna hurt my friends?” She now put herself into a hostile stance, though she seems to still be scared.

“What? No! No, I would never hurt anypony!” I say in shocked disbelief, and then go into a deeper, firmer voice, “I told you before, and I’ll tell you again; I never want to hurt anypony, especially you. I’ve felt too much pain in my life, and the last thing that I want is to bring it upon innocent ponies.”

“So, what’s with the weapons?” She could already tell that most of the crates held weapons. She seemed calmer, though, almost regretful.

“I found them. This morning I found the stash. I have only two ideas for using them.” I bring up my hand and begin to count off the reasons with my fingers, “One; Target practice. That’s an activity where you shoot at non-living targets, like cans, for fun and entertainment. Two; I’m gonna use these guns to protect and defend you and everypony in Ponyville till my dying breath.”

“What?” She seems confused, shocked, and amazed. I kneel down and look her in the eyes.

“You heard me. I’m not going to let anything hurt you or anypony. Ever.” I say the last word in a cold, serious voice while grasping her shoulder with my hand, “I am living my dream right now. I’m not going to let anything screw it up, much less screw it up myself. I came from a cold place, as you’ve seen. Nobody gave two fucks about me or what happened to me. I never cared, never loved, and very rarely smiled. All I felt was pain, for the most part.”

She seems shocked. Here we go again. I stand up and begin my story.

“Over time, I developed numbness. When all you feel is pain, it doesn’t really hurt anymore.” I look at my feet, depressed, “I had no future. I was just another head in a crowd of millions, nobody special. Nobody at all.”

“D-Danny, I-“She begins, looking as if she’ll break.

“Wait, you haven’t let me finish. I used to feel that way,” I put emphasis on the word ‘used’, “Then I came here. I now feel as if I can finally leave all that shit behind. I can finally open my heart. I can forget the pain.” I close my eyes, embracing thoughts of my future.

I feel a pair of hooves grab my waist. I look down to see the cyan mare hugging me tightly, as if her life depends on it. I stand there for a second, amazed. Then I come to my senses and kneel down.

“Danny, I’m sorry. About the wars, the pain. You didn’t deserve that. You’re really nice and cool and I care about you.” She suddenly stops hugging me and turns around, seemingly embarrassed at what she just said.

“You do?” I am surprised at this; I thought that this was a one-way feeling, “I mean, I care about you too. I just had no idea that you cared about me, and I didn’t want to tell you.”

An awkward moment passes where neither of us knows what to say.

“Yeah, soo” She is obviously nervous, as am I.

“Soo, I never did get to see you fly.” I propose an idea, eager to kill the awkwardness of the situation. I see her eyes light up.

“You wanna? I’ll show you right now!” We walk toward the door together, I leave the AK at the table. I’ll do the rest later.

I walk onto the lawn and sit down on the grass.

“Prepare to be amazed!” She bolts up at a vertical angle, leaving a Rainbow trail behind her.

Once she is in the air, she begins to do tricks. I watch as she does complicated twists and turns. She turns and arcs toward me, doing a high-speed fly by. I hear a whoosh, like a jet. She begins to ascend higher and higher, until I can barley even make out her as a small speck among the stars. Is she going to….?

Dash hovers up there for a minute and starts rocketing down at an unbelievable speed. I watch as a multicolored cone begins to form around her. She speeds up for about five more seconds, then a huge explosion erupts around her, creating an amazing light show and a loud boom. She begins to slow down and eventually lands next to me. That was the-

“The sonic rainboom! My best trick yet!” She is sweating and seems tired, but also proud, “Pretty awesome, huh?”

“I’ll say. That was the most awesome thing I’ve ever seen!” I announce, exited that I had just seen a sight that most bronies would give anything to see, “Damn, the Wonderbolts were pretty stupid to not pick you up. You could give them a run for their money.”

“Thanks.” She smiles and blushes.

“Hey, you wanna come in?” I gesture to the door to my house MY house, feels weird to say that., “I’ve got a movie we could watch. I’ve got popcorn… and stuff.” God damn you social awkwardness

“Sure, sounds cool.” Rainbow replies with a cheery smile, “What’s a movie, though?”

“Think of it as a longer, smarter, and better funded episode of a TV show.” I struggle to explain it.

I begin to walk towards the house, opening the door and gesturing for her to enter first. She does so and I follow closely behind, closing the door in my wake. This is gonna be one hell of a night.

Well, there you have it! The day still isn’t over and I plan to make the next chapter sooner than this one, as xmas break starts Friday! Random Quote: 'Eeyup'- If I need to tell you who says this, you don't belong here