"Wow, this is really cool." Sweetiebelle said as her new blades shot in and out. "Really cool."

Isaac and Ellie just watched as the small pony sat retracting and pushing out her new blades. They both turned to each other thinking the same thing.

"What the fuck is going on!?"

"So, Isaac." Ellie started. "What's with the smoke and breaking physics thing?"

"Huh? Oh the water. Their rulers are communicating with them and me through letters they send using magic smoke." He said as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"Magic smoke? Really?" She asked incredulously.

"You’re asking me that when you saw it and there are three talking, technicolor cross-dimensional ponies here?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I still don't get it. I don’t even know what's with two of them. Speaking of which, Scootaloo, could you come here for a second?"

She turned around raising an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Yes Ellie?" She asked cautiously.

"What Are you exactly? You look like your friends, but then you change." She asked narrowing her eyes.

"I'm one-fourth pony, two-fourth's Slenderpony and one-fourth Changeling." She said. "And before you ask, 'what's a Changeling?' There small insectoid like ponies. And no, there not actually related to bugs."

"Right. So, Isaac do you want me to open the door so you can get through?"

"I was waiting. Sweetiebelle, were going. So... stop messing with your blades, please."

She frowned before retracting her blades and walking over.

"Alright, that should do it." Ellie said as she unlocked the waste disposal treatment facility.

"By Ellie! By Stross!" All three of the crusaders wave, Stross smiled and waved back weakly while Ellie gave a nod and smile.

The door closed and all they saw were massive blades on the floor, a metal walkway, lights hanging at different levels from the ceiling and multiple vents.

"Watch the vents and keep away from the rails." Isaac said.

They were against the wall; Isaac was leaning on the rail since he would slip under as easily. Halfway across to the doors a large evolved Slasher came out from a vent on the other side and a Puker on their side. Conveniently in front of Isaac.

"Shoot it before it-Dammit! Not again!" Isaac yelled as he was drenched in the acidic fluid.

He quickly blasted off the arms and head from the Puker before focusing on the blackened Slasher. Which was nowhere to be seen.

A scratching was heard from behind him; he turned and caught a glimpse of the tips of a set of black blades.

It was in clear view, it jumped and was tackled in the air by Scootaloo; they both went over the railing.

"Scootaloo!" They all cried leaning over the rail.

"Get me out of here!" She called as she was thrown across to the other side. "Help!"

"Hang on Scoots!" Sweetiebelle yelled charging her horn.

Scootaloo was still being thrown across the room until she started to slow down. She opened her eyes and saw herself encased in a light blue glow and was being set down onto the lower walkway.

They all ran to her side as she got up, eyes spinning and a hoof over her mouth.

"Scootaloo? Are you alright?" Sweetiebelle asked as she saw her friend heave her stomach contents over the edge. "I guess not..."

"Now you know my pain." Isaac said patting her on the back.

"Isaac, I don't feel so hot." She said sickly before puking again; it landed on his chest and boots.

He looked down and sighed.

"I figured that was going to happen." He said wiping it away. "Every time I get close to any of you, I end up getting some kind of bodily fluid or chunky mess on me."

"I-I think that was the last of it." Scootaloo said before wiping away a small strand of drool from her chin.

"Good, because were going zero-G in a second." Sweetiebelle said as she stared out the door. "Or Scootaloo can carry us."

"No way! Isaac's too heavy!" Scootaloo protested.

"Hey! I only weigh a hundred and ninety-five pounds!" Isaac said crossing his arms.

"Yeah well... you’re shaped funny for me to carry on my back or tentacles." She said rolling her eyes.

"You dragged me through the garbage chute and used me as a hammer twice!"

"And it was uncomfortable. Besides, we might not always be here to save your sorry flank later." She smirked at him before going in.

"Why you little-" He raised his hands in a choking gesture.

"Let it go Isaac." Sweetiebelle said putting a hoof on his leg.

"But-"

"Isaac, be the adult."

He stared down in those green eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose and exhaling.

"Alright... I'm the adult there is nothing she can say-"

"Come on hundred ninety-five, we've got to go!" Scootaloo called buzzing around.

Isaac swore he heard something in his head make a small 'pop!' before he ran after the small pegasus.

Sweetiebelle did the only thing sensible to stop him.

She grabbed his leg.

"Isaac! Stop!" She yelled.

"I'm going to have a very, very long talk! With you!" He yelled jumping over the railing.

Scootaloo half-screamed half-laughed as he jumped at her.

When Applebloom came in she was watching the whole thing.

Sweetiebelle hanging onto Isaac's leg as he chased Scootaloo, who was literally flying circles around him. She gave a groan and flew up, hit them both on the backs of their heads and glared at them.

"Well, what'd yall have to say to each other?" She growled crossing her fore-legs.

Scootaloo looked over at Isaac guilty before extending a hoof. "Sorry Isaac." She said.

He reached out and shook her hoof. "Yeah, me too. I got a little out of control."

"A little?" Applebloom questioned.

"Alright, alright! A lot!" He raised his hands defensively.

"Good, now if'n yall are done goofin around, we can get out of this place. And Sweetiebelle, quit tossing your cookies next to Isaac, he's gounna' fly into it."

Sweetiebelle gave a shivery nod before flying to the floor and throwing up.

"Weird, I thought the last of that stuff came out of her a while ago?" Isaac said.

"It did!" Sweetiebelle called out. "I think this is the tea. It's all brown and translucent. Not opaque like food chunks."

"And now ah've lost ma'h appetite." Applebloom muttered.

"I'm still hungry." Isaac and Scootaloo shrugged in unison. "Weird. Hey! Stop copying me! I said quit it! That's it! Come here!"

"Stop it! Or so help me, Ah'm gounna knock both of yall out and leave yall's sorry tails here!" Applebloom yelled.

They both stopped and saw Applebloom's face red, her eyes narrowed and the Line gun she was holding at them.

They looked back at each other before starting to fly away. Applebloom smiled and helped Sweetiebelle along.

The room was small, dark, blood covered, had a few bodies floating around and a large plate blocking the way.

"So, how do we get it open?" Scootaloo asked. "Becasue I might not be able to bend or tear that. Or even get a grip."

"See the canister over there at the door?" Isaac said looking back at her. "Get it and put it on this. It's just like what we did with the lift where we killed the mini Tripods."

She was about to start flying when the panel started to glow. They looked to see Sweetiebelle's helmet light up where her horn was.

"Sweetiebelle, there's no way you can open that. It has a magnetic-" Isaac started.

"Isaac, are you coming or what?" Scootaloo called as she flew through underneath the panel.

"Lock." He finished looking at the small pony.

"I've got to thank Twilight for those anti-magnetism lessons!" Sweetiebelle said enthusiastically. "Does anypony want to try letting me carry them?" She asked. "Sorry Isaac, I do have my weight limits too." She smiled cheekily before flying off.

"Don't you start that shit too!" He yelled as he flew next to her.

The way forward was even darker, had larger machines but no bodies floating around. When they turned a corner Scootaloo was flying ahead, weaving through numerous shredders, and when Isaac came along. They all turned on simultaneously.

Scootaloo tried to fly away but since she had left her tentacles out they got caught on one and now she was being thrown around.

Tiedmann was talking with Isaac and the others.

"Clarke and... ponies." He started still looking at the three before looking back to Isaac. "I see your friend has powered off the facility. Remind me to thank her for providing me with her location. I've locked the processing cycle on, and you and your companions with it. It ends here, Clarke." His screen turned off.

"Somepony! Stop this thing!" Scootaloo yelled as sparks flew.

"Good god the irony." Isaac thought as he stared at her. "This reminds me of a song; I think I'll play it to help... ease the tension."

The other two crusaders looked over at him with questioning looks.

"Isaac," Applebloom started. "Now's not the time for music. Now's the time to save Scootaloo!"

"My speakers were on, weren't they?" He sighed.

"Big time." Sweetiebelle said.

He switched the music off and shot a Stasis pulse at the shredders, slowing them down long enough for Scootaloo to get through.

"Why... why do I hear music?" She said slowly. "Look at the pretty stars." She laughed before her head went limp.

"Scoot's? Hey Scoot's, are you alright?" Sweetiebelle asked poking her friend. "Um... Isaac?"

"Yeah?" He inwardly sighed.

"I think you might need to carry her." Sweetieblle said pushing her over to him.

"What? Why me?" He asked annoyed that she was trying to make him carry her. "Why can't you do it?"

"She's too heavy and the tentacles would slow me or Applebloom down to where we couldn't even walk. And I can't levitate her, I could for a small while but then I'd get tired."

He sighed and wrapped her tentacles around her and held her to his chest.

"If she wakes up, tell her she was sucking on her hoof and I took a picture, ok?" He asked.

"Why?" Applebloom asked.

"So I can say I can black-mail her if she starts throwing insults at me again."

"Isaac!" Sweetieblle yelled.

"She keeps calling me irregularly shaped! And you have no room to talk either, Ms. Sorry Isaac, I do have my weight limits too!"

"Both of yall just shut up! If'n ah wasn't dyin' from craziness you'd two would have given me it before!" Applebloom yelled.

They both stopped and looked to her, Isaac slightly in fear and Sweetiebelle slightly nervous and afraid if she spoke again.

Applebloom looked at the two and sighed out of regret.

"Ah'm sorry-" Aplpebloom smiled gently at them.

"No. I'm sorry, sorry for acting like a child. A stupid, little, ignorant child. I guess you three have had a bigger impact on me than I thought." Isaac muttered.

"Yeah, I'm sorry to. For the name calling. And whatever else I did but am not aware of." Sweetiebelle followed suit.

"No... no waffle dinosaurs for me..." Scootaloo snorted.

"Oh what the hell! She's pulling that sleeping crap again!" Isaac yelled. "Scootaloo! Wake up!" He yelled at her.

Her eyes snapped open, she screamed and punched him in the gut making him double over.

"Good god... she has a terribly strong left hoof." He groaned before belching. "I think she broke one of my floating ribs."

"Isaac? Why are you all hunched over like an old colt?" Scootaloo asked tilting her head to the side.

"Later... well talk later." He groaned straightening out. "For now, let's not get turned into minced meat."

Sweetiebelle winced at the words, 'minced meat' but still flew up to the blades and shot out a bolt of stasis slowing them down. They all followed through, slowly as the blades were slowed one-by-one and sped up behind them one-by-one.

Once they were all out they looked around and saw a Lurker taking aim, it fired and missed. Sweetiebelle did not.

As they flew pat half a Lurker they saw even more machinery. Large engines pumping out streaks of fire, the only cover a rectangular piece moving back and forth.

Isaac shot a bolt of stasis at it, slowed it down and they all quickly went through as it came out from it. They looked down and saw multiple saws on pillars, the saws themselves spinning round and round.

They drifted down and stared at the flashing yellow lights as they spun. Oddly, Scootaloo's eyes were slightly glazed over and she started to drift towards them.

Before the others noticed she stuck out a tentacle and wrapped it around one of the blades. She went forward but then held onto the pillar with her hooves. Two more tentacles wrapped themselves around the blades and slowly sparks and smoke started to come from it.

"Scoot's? Scootaloo!" Isaac yelled out. "Small supernatural pegasus! Listen to me for I am the voice of god!" He called out chuckling slightly.

She slowly shook her head before looking at the blade in her grip before chucking it downward making it catch in the others and jam them. She looked back at the others smiling sheepishly.

"You’re probably wondering about that?"

"To be honest, I don't really give a fuck at this point, nor did I ever really about any of your weird habits." Isaac said getting glares from the three ponies. "We'll its true. You can't blame me for being honest."

They all rolled their eyes before continuing on. He caught up and saw another panel in the way. Applebloom put the canister into place and Scootaloo whip lashed the top of, igniting the contents and opening the passage.

As they went Sweetieblee stopped and looked back to see it explode.

"I'll have to keep that in mind later." She thought.

They all flew through the rank air, killing the occasional Lurker and sparking more political debates.

"You get mad at this guy, for supporting this old racist dude, but you're not mad at the old racist dude? ‘So where's the point in that then?' is what i said to him." Isaac said to Scootaloo.

"I know! He's mad at one guy for supporting him and yet you’re not mad at the racist guy. My family knows that for sure." Scootaloo nodded. "Even my grandma, but she did try and take over the world and imprison our rulers. And assault her and defeat her with one magical blast." She said.

"Damn, your family sounds cool. Hey, if i ever visit you guys I'll have to meet them."

"Really!?" She squeaked flying over to hug him. "I'll have to tell my dad not to peel your skin off and my mom not to crush you! Could you come over for Hearth's Warming Eve!? Or Nightmare Night!? Because that would be awesome!"

"I'll try, I'll try! Just stop with the affection or else I might think you want me to hug you."

She flew ahead instantly.

the only thing they saw was a large fan they were currently standing on.

"Well, where to now?" Applebloom asked.

"Look up." Sweetiebelle said staring straight up.

"What?" they all asked tilting their heads.

She pointed a small hoof up; they followed it and saw a Nest above them, only four jets of flame between them and the small kamikaze necromorph’s.

"That could be a problem." Isaac said flying up to the first jet. The Nest opened up and expelled six necromorph’s. "Why me..." He groaned.

He was about to fire when they all died before they reached him.

"Well, we can't just float here all day. Let’s go!" Scootaloo yelled before flying up to it.

And only to be blown back to her friends.

"ya did it wrong, let me show ya how it's done." Applebloom smirked before getting a crazed look on her face again. "Play time!" She hissed as she went to charge it.

And to meet the same fate as Scootaloo.

"Ow." She said rubbing her leg. "Sweetiebelle, do ya have any ideas? Sweetiebelle?" She looked back and then to the Nest, but still saw her friend nowhere. "Where'd Sweetiebelle go?" She asked.

"I'm right here."

They all turned and their jaws dropped.

They saw her holding six of the canisters in a light blue field.

"You all may want to move. Like now." She said before an ark of electricity shot from her horn and ignited the canisters.

They rocketed past the others and went straight at the Nest's three fleshy bulbs. They all impacted the mound of flesh simultaneously causing a large explosion and tearing it to pieces.

"Damn..." Isaac said.

Sweetiebelle giggled and flew ahead, soon followed by the others. They saw another panel and let her open it. It slid open and they now saw a clear path to the next set of doors. And to the next pressurized area.

"I thought that would never end." Isaac thought. "So, Sweetiebelle, have anything to add to why you get mad at this guy, for supporting this old racist dude, but you're not mad at the old racist dude?"

Two crusaders chuckled while one groaned before face-hoofing.

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