Some pretty fun shit goes down in this chapter. I had to rewrite a portion of it, which is why it took so long. I hope all of you bronies out there enjoy this!

“So what are you gonna play?” She asks me as I look through my game drawer, “Team Fortress?”

“Nah, not really in the mood for that right now.” I think for a second, What am I in the mood for? Then it hits me; Gears.

“I think I’m gonna play some Gears 3, little bit of Deathmatch.” I say, pulling out my copy of Gears of War 3.

I slide the disk into my Xbox and watch the opening scene march by before I get to the title screen. I decide that this is the best time to introduce Dash to violence. I walk over to my stereo and put on some fitting music: All Nightmare Long by Metallica begins to play through the single speaker that I still have in my room.

“Dash, remember how violent TF2 was?” I ask her the question, nervous as to how she’ll react.

“Yeah, it wasn’t too bad, but it was pretty violent.” She answers.

“Well, be prepared for way more violence. Way more.” I place more emphasis the second time.

“Um…Okay.” She looks sort of nervous now.

After waiting in the lobby for a minute, I get into a match of Deathmatch on Checkout, my favorite map.

“Yeah! Checkout!” I exclaim, happy to have a good map for my introduction to Dashie, “This map is really good. Small and tight, perfect for shotguns and rushes.”

“Rushes? What’s a rush?” She asks, confused as I spawn onto the battlefield as a COG soldier with a Lancer and a Gnasher.

“A rush can have many meanings. The rushing I’m talking about emphasizes on chainsaws, bayonets, and sawed off shotguns.” She somehow accepts this answer, watching me run to the right.

“What’s that saw on your gun for? Do you have to cut down obstacles?” She seems confused at the Lancer’s Chainsaw.

“Well, heh heh, I guess I’ll show you.” I respond, seeing a Locust soldier Sniping, his back turned to me, “Just get ready for blood.”

I suppose I could prepare her more, but I sort of like shocking and scaring ponies. I mean, sure I feel a tad guilty, but it’s nothing I can’t deal with. It’s not like I’m gonna sugarcoat stuff for these ponies just because it’s deemed unacceptable by their standards.

I down the sniper easily with my Lancer, accompanied by the background music of Metallica. Testonerone…Levels…Exceeding…Recommended…Daily…Amount. I approach the sniper and use the Lancer’s special execution. As soon as the animation starts, I turn to Dash, ready to gauge her reaction.

Her expression quickly shifts from nervous to horrified. She stares at the screen in disbelief as my character plunges his chainsaw into the chest of the Locust, spattering his insides all over the place. Bitch you fucked up!

“G-Geez. That’s awful!” She says, still gaping at the screen long after the execution has ended.

“Pretty crazy huh? This game’s got a reputation for being pretty brutal.” I explain, “Blood, gore, swearing, all that shit.”

“Why would you play something like this? It really looks awful, not fun.” She is shuddering.

“It’s actually a really awesome, popular game. I think that it’s one of the best shooters out there.” I say, my eyes focused on the screen, “Now you die!” The Locust that I was running toward is downed by my Gnasher. I quickly move over to him and use the execution, “Ha, you are dead!” I say, imitating the Heavy’s voice. I proceed to pick up the Hammerburst off of the soldier’s corpse.

“Geez, that’s pretty crude.” She remarks, wincing at the explosion of red, “How can you joke around about that stuff?”

“Heh, just the way humans are. I mean look at how overkill this is!” I say, smashing the skull of an enemy with my Hammerburst, “Got a headache?” I pick up my enemy’s Retro Lancer, just for LOL’s.

“Dash, check this out.” I spot an enemy focusing fire on one of my teammates with a Mulcher. My time to shine! I hold down the B button, prompting the Retro Charge. “FOR SPARTAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!” I yell at the TV as the blade sinks into the flesh of my enemy, “U dead bro?” Even Dash couldn’t resist chuckling a tad as I blurted my countless one-liners.

“Hehehehe! That’s actually sorta funny, when you talk about it.” LOL I comedian!

“Yeah, I love making people laugh. Kinda the only thing I was good for on my world.” I say in a cheery voice.

“Hey. What’s this song?” She asks, apparently just now noticing the music I had put on, “It’s pretty cool, is it Techno?” Mental facepalm.

“No, that’s heavy metal. People play it with guitars and drums.” I explain, “I used to be a HUGE metalhead, then I got into techno music. Actually, I got into rap first, but that’s not the point. These guys, they call themselves Metallica and they’re really awesome, been around for about thirty years.”

“They are pretty cool, I like their energy!” Dash says as she starts headbanging to the music, “What’s this song called?”

“Heh heh, actually this song is called All Nightmare Long. I kinda sorta borrowed the name for the concert.” I say nervously, “Wait…Here comes the good part.” I hold my hand up in anticipation.

‘Cause we hunt you down without mercy! Hunt you down al nightmare long!

Feel us breath upon your face! Feel us shift every move we make!

I look over to see Dashie headbanging to the song energetically while grinning wildly. I cannot resist doing the same, as this song is totally kick-ass.

Hunt you down without mercy! Hunt you down all nightmare long!

Luck. Runs. Out.

You crawl back in but your luck runs out!

I am finish the match of Gears 3 and decide that the game may be too intense for her, so I put it back in the case and get out MW2, placing the disc in the Xbox. She looks at the case curiously as the song plays its final chords.

“What’s that? Another really violent game?” She seems nervous.

“Nah, this one’s not really too violent.” I explain, “Actually, I think TF2 was more violent.”

“Okay then, let’s see it.” She directs her attention towards the screen, when suddenly the unthinkable happens.

“Hi! Whatcha doin’? Are you playing a game? Can I watch?” Pinkie Pie suddenly appears to my left. Out of fucking nowhere! Wat da fuck!

“AHH!!! THE FUCK!?!” I yell in confusion at the surprise, “Pinkie!?! What the hell are you doing here!?!”

“Jeez, I just stopped by to say hi and I wanted to spend some more time with you after what happened because that made me really sad.” She says at a rapid fire pace.

Pinkie, do you know what time it is?” I ask, pointing to the clock on the wall.

“Um of course!” She states, “IT’S ADVENTURE TIME!!!”

“Wow, did you just reference Adventure Time?” I begin to laugh a bit, with Dash looking on in confusion.

“Is it not Adventure Time?” She seems disappointed, “Ooooh! Wait one second! I know what time it is!”

She bolts out of the room for a second, then comes back in a banana costume. No way…

(Play this)

She stops after that, but it leaves me lying on my back, laughing my ass off. I manage to contain my laughter after a minute, and sit up to speak.

“Oh my god Pinkie! That’s hilarious!” I say, barley able to breathe due to my laughing.

“So can I stay for a little bit and hang out with you? Huh can I? Can I?” She begins asking me.

“Sure, sure. What do you wanna do?” I ask the two mares, “I’ve got an idea! Let’s watch a movie!”

“Yay! A movie! I don’t wanna see anything too scary, though, like that August Underground.” She shudders at the thought, as do I. I assume that she knows about movies because, well, she’s Pinkie Pie.

“Jesus Christ no! God, don’t even remind me of that movie!” I say, having read a lot about the movie days before getting teleported, “God, the things people will watch. You know what, screw movies, I’m just gonna play some MW2.”

“What’s August Undergound?” Dash asks in a somewhat scared voice, “I wanna know, just tell me. You don’t have to protect me.”

“Fine, but you really won’t like it.” I begin my explanation, “The movie is more shocking than scary, often disturbing even the most fucked up humans out there. It has no real plot; most videos go from point A to point B. This movie just stays at point A and beats the fuck out of it for an hour. It follows two psychos who videotape themselves torturing and slaughtering innocent people in the most sick and twisted ways possible.”

“What do you mean?” She somehow wants to know more. She’ll regret this later.

“I haven’t seen the movie, but I’ve heard about it. One scene shows a girl getting her skull beaten to a pulp by a claw hammer. The movie spares very little detail and is said to be extremely disturbing.” I explain calmly to Rainbow Dash, who looks at me in horror, “It makes Gears of War look like a little kid’s game.”

“Why would anypony watch that?” She utters in a horrified tone, “I mean, that’s just terrible. Gears of War at least looks fun, I guess, but that’s just nasty.”

“Yeah, it is. I never want to watch it; just thinking about it gives me the chills.” I say, showing my position on this, “It’s just…wrong. I’m just gonna play some MW2 now.”

“Yeah, let’s not talk about that anymore.” Dash says, Pinkie nods in agreement as I select a game type for multiplayer.

“Ok, this game is more realistic than the other two games I played. The guns are all real guns and the equipment is mostly realistic.” I explain as I join a match of TDM, “I actually own a few of the guns in the game!”

It’s true; I had been doing a little bit of digging around in the garage. While digging, I had found a Smith and Wesson .500 revolver, a Barret .50 cal sniper rifle, an RPD light machine gun, and even a model 1887 reproduction.

“Okay, P90…yeah sounds good.” I say to myself, “Here we g-“

Suddenly, I am interrupted by an extremely loud crash originating from outside the house. What the fuck? I look over at Dashie and Pinkie, who also look confused as to what made the noise.

“What was that?” Dash asks, looking around wildly with her head. Pinkie seems to be doing the same thing, albeit a more extreme version, as she is rotating her head like an owl.

“I don’t know, sounded like it came from outside.” I say, just as dumbfounded as the two mares, “I think we should check it out. Who’s with me?” Both mares raise their hooves and begin to follow me out to the kitchen, where my backpack is laying.

I reach into my backpack and grab my new everyday protection weapon: The sawed-off. I grab two rounds from a side pocket and load both barrels. The mares look at me uneasily as I do this.

“Just in case.” I say as I snap the gun back and start out the door with it in my right hand.

The mares follow me out the door, where we are greeted with a shocking sight: A huge plane crash. What the… I look around and see flaming pieces of metal and twisted husks of what seem to be miniguns. Is this a fighter plane? No, too big. I notice the flaming wreckage of broken propellers. I bring my gun up to ready. What the fuck is a human plane doing in Equestria?

“Wait here.” I tell the girls, who seem to be astounded at the sheer size of the wreckage. They listen to me and just stay there.

I walk towards the plane, nervous as to its origins. After a minute or two of walking around the wreckage, I notice a silhouette begin to move through the smoke towards me. As it gets closer, I can tell that it is human, which is to be expected. The size of the shape is relatively small for what I imagine is a military man or woman. Around my height. I can see by the way that it’s walking that it’s either uninjured, or not very badly injured, which is surprising. Maybe I should speak.

“Don’t move!” The human says in a commanding tone. I know that it’s a he now, “On your knees!”

“Okay, okay. Sheesh dude.” I oblige and drop my weapon, “The fuck’s your problem? And who the fuck are you?”

“I’ll be asking the questions here.” He says as he steps out of the fog.

Now I can clearly see all of his features. He is young; not 18, but around my age! And he’s pointing a SCAR-H at my head! I can’t see his face through his ski mask. He seems to be wearing desert camo on his uniform.

“Who are you?” He asks me in a voice that is slightly muffled by the mask.

“Danny Walters.” The soldier seems taken aback at this, “What’s wrong?”

“Danny? From Michigan?” He asks me in a voice that projects disbelief. How did he know?

“Yeah, so what?” I ask the soldier, who seems to be reaching to take off his mask.

“Danny, it’s me.” He takes off his mask, revealing a familiar face, “It’s Jaycee.”

“Jay, the fuck are you doing here!?!” I ask him, getting up from the ground.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He says, helping me up, “I guess we’ve both got a story to tell. Where am I, though?”

“Welcome to Equestria man!” I see him facepalm at the mention of the word, “What?”

“The fuck is that? Anyways, listen to this.” He begins to brush a bit of dust off of his coat, “Dude, I spent a week in a World War 3 alternate Earth, pretty cool. I got to do some ground combat, pretty sick man, reminded me of MW2.”

“MW2, really? That’s pretty sweet, I’d rather stay here though.” I motion for him to follow after picking up my Ranger, “Wait, you got anyone else still alive?”

“No, already checked. They’re all gone.” He clenches a number of dogtags in his hand, “Fox, Mako, Hunter, I’m gonna miss you guys. Be good up there.”

“That sucks man, let’s try and cheer you up though.” I begin to walk through the wreck, with Jay following behind me. I see the girls waiting for me with nervous looks on their faces, though they haven’t spotted me yet.

“Wait here man, I’ll get them ready for you.” He looks at me quizzically, but obliges.

I walk out to the two mares, who respond by hugging me.

“Danny, where were you? We heard shouting and yelling, what happened?” Dash asks me.

“You’re never gonna guess who I found in there.” I say in an excited voice, “I found another human! And one of my old friends at that! Come on out Jaycee!”

Jaycee walks out from the smoke, shocking the two mares. I look at his face, which also projects a look of shock.

“What the fuck are they? Am I in a fucking kid’s show?” He looks annoyed.

“Shut up and listen.” I say, effectively silencing him, “Yes, you are in a kid’s show. Remember that My Little Pony show I showed you a while ago? Well, here we are. It’s actually really nice, so don’t bash it. Besides, I’d like you to meet the local folk.”

“Whatever, if I’m gonna be here awhile, guess I’d better get to know someone.” He walks closer to the two mares, who back away in apparent fear, “Relax, I aint gonna bite. This will, though” He raises his SCAR, “But that’s beside the point.”

“Who are you?” Rainbow Dash asks, trying to put on an intimidating face.

“I’m Jaycee Rodgers, codename ‘AX’.” He says, “I’m one of Danny’s oldest friends. Before you ask, I’m not gonna hurt you. I just spent a week in what felt like a MW2 clone, so I have killed many people.” Both of the ponies gasp at this, “Bad people, like terrorists. Anyways, who are you?”

“I’m Rainbow Dash, fastest pegasus in Equestria.” She states, forgetting all fear.

“I’m Pinkie Pie and I’m gonna throw you a super duper mega gigantic super party!” She happily chants, bouncing up and down.

“Looks like you’ve got a story to tell us Jaycee, come on in.” I gesture to my house, “Got teleported here with me. We’ve gotta have a chat. Come on girls, let’s go.”

“Actualy…I’ve gotta go home now to get my sleep, and plan for the party!!!” I see her jump up and down at this word.

“Pinkie, don’t tell anypony about him. Maybe tomorrow, but not tonight. I need sleep and don’t feel like getting hounded by ponies until three in the morning.” I explain.

“I promise! Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!” She then begins to hop down the road.

“Is she always like that?” Jay asks me.

“Yeah, she’s pretty hyper.” I explain, chuckling a bit, “Also, she can break the fourth wall. She pretty much gives reality the middle finger.”

“Ok then, let’s go to your house.” He says, motioning towards the front door, “I’ve got one hell of a story for you.”

“Same here man, you wouldn’t believe the shit that happened to me here.” I say, escorting him and Dash to the front door of my house.

This should be fun.

BOOM! Didn’t see that coming, did you? This was one fun chapter and the next one will be even more fun! PS: Avoid searching anything about August Underground. Also, reviews are much appreciated. Random Quote: ‘Haters Gonna Hate!’- Brony Community.