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My little Dead Space: Friendship is engineering.

by Shadowstalker

Chapter 22: Almost peaking.

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"Come on, come on...!" Isaac said getting his hands onto the ledge.

With a strong heave, he finally managed to get himself up the cliff after Nexus had trucked him. As he was getting his last foot onto the snowy surface, a growl caught his attention. Slowly, he looked to the right and saw a Leaper staring back at him.

He looked slowly back at the edge before hanging his head. "Fuck my life..." He said jumping back over as the Leaper pounced, but sailed over him. "I hate Necromorph's!" He yelled out before hitting the ice wall again.

Higher up in the caves.

Norton shot off the other arm of the Slasher while Scootaloo had her two Waster's and a Slasher, tear other Necromroph's to pieces. Sweetiebelle and Nexus were tearing through the walls and floor, grabbing any Necromroph they could before biting and clawing at it together.

"So," Norton said brushing some necrotic flesh from his shoulder. "I guess since I'm going to be stuck up here, I should atleast know your names."

"Slenderloo Pagefinder." Scootaloo said. "But that's only when I'm in my natural form, this right now is a disguise. Courtesy of my changeling lineage."

"Changeling? What's a changeling?"

"An insect-like equine," Sweetiebelle explained crawling out from a hole in the floor. "It has the ability to change its appearence; they mainly feed on love, so they have to use their magic to disguise themselves. When they do so, they must capture the pony they're imitating to receive their memories, actions, responses and to feed. Scootaloo's grandmother is the queen of the changelings. Chrysalis, who, also tried to take over Canterlot a year ago."

"So, they basically feed off of an emotion?" He asked receiving a nod from Scootaloo. "So, how about you? What's your name?"

"Sweetiebelle," she said. "And you've already met Nexus." She nodded to the Unimorph resting in a hole. "I'm a Necronicorn, he's a Unimorph."

"There's a difference?" He asked as they began walking again. "I hate caves. I really do."

"Yes, the difference is, is that I was a pony before hoof. He was a Necromorph before hoof." Sweetiebelle said.

"So, how did you... You know?" He waved a hand at her.

"I already told you." She said. "I suffocated, then a-"

"No, no." He said. "I'm talking about with the Markers." He said. "Aren't you afraid that they'll start a new outbreak?"

"No, because their my, Markers." She said smiling slightly.

"Here we go." Scootaloo sighed rolling her eyes.

"My Markers aren't like any of the ones that were made here." She said. "They're magic in a physical form; I chose the shape because it just fit their power. The Markers here... Nexus, could you get them?"

Nexus bolted ahead, tearing into the snow where a few Necromroph's were hiding. As he was killing them, she cleared her throat.

"As I was saying," Sweetiebelle said. "The Markers here can make unlimited energy, and mine are made of the most powerful energy. And the my Markers do not give off the dementia that any other Marker would. Instead, they cure insanity and instill a feeling of calmness. I still feel bad for the ponies at the psychiatric institute that lost their jobs. But we let them work at the base after training, paperwork, an oath, and an agreement of execution if they disclosed any secrets to the public that could endanger others or ourselves."

"Is your entire world a dictatorship? I mean... Christ, execution."

"Hey, we deal with some pretty dangerous stuff there." Scootaloo snapped. "We even have a plan that would kill all life on the planet, and probably split the planet into chunks. Maybe even vaporize most of it. But that's only if there's no other option to stop an outbreak if one were to occur."

"If I ever go to your world, remind me not to piss off the locals." He said.

"I won't." Scootaloo said. "Which way is out in here? It's like a maze."

"Hold on, I think I can remember a spell that should let us know." Sweetiebelle said.

As she lit her horn, Scootaloo and Norton bot felt a sudden wind rush past them. Looking behind them, they saw the orange light of the alien sun coming out from an opening. Scootaloo picked up her friend, even with her silent protests, and carried her outside.

Nexus looked up at Norton, he stared back down.

"I'm not carrying you." He said. "Your legs aren't broken."

Splaying back his ears, Nexus gave him his bets puppy dog eyes. Norton looked down and shook his head before walking away. Nexus followed him, bumping into his leg to get his attention.

"I... The way out is... This way!" Sweetiebelle said pointing in front of her. Her jaw dropped when she saw open space around her; looking back, she saw Babs and Scootaloo snickering at her. "You carried me outside, didn't you?" She said pouting.

"Y-Yeah." Scootaloo nodded. "You should have seen your face. It looked like you were constipated."

"Please, just don't say that word." Sweetiebelle said turning green. "It reminds me of the sewage pipes."

"What sewage pipes?" Norton asked. "Was that you who caused those things to go off like geysers?"

Sweetiebelle lurched forward, her eyes bugging out as she emptied her stomach contents. Giving a cough, it stopped and she wiped a strand of drool away from her chin. Turning, she trudged forward through the snow.

Up ahead there was a lift wedged into the cliff, Scootaloo turned on her comms as Norton began unsticking it.

"Ellie, were sending down a lift we found wedged into the cliff. Keep a lookout for it."

For a few seconds, nothing was heard, but immediately Necromroph's could be heard screeching in the background.

"Oh god! Look out!" Ellie screamed.

"Get behind me!" Applebloom yelled. "Come on! Ah want to see yall turn the snow red!" She laughed.

Babs and Norton both shared an uneasy glance at the apple farmers tone.

Down below.

Carver let out a small burst from his gun every once in a while, but they mainly stared at Appleblood as she tore through the Slashers.

She jumped back as one brought its blades down, she shot them off with her Plasma cutter before cutting off the legs of another with the plasma blade. As it fell, she lifted one of the blades from the dead Slasher and shot it through the Necromorph's head. It flew back into the wall before sticking there.

Another Slasher came up from behind her, she jumped up, cutting it all the way. As it fell, she swapped out weapons.

Taking out her shotgun/rocket launcher, she fired the shotgun blowing back two Slasher's in mid air. Shooting a blast of stasis out, she slowed down the front of the horde. Slasher's, atleast a dozen of them plus three Leaper's and a Pregnant, were stuck behind the others as they waited to come out from stasis. Looking up, Appleblood let her trademark grin show as she unfolded her helmet.

She aimed her gun at the sides of the cliffs, firing a rocket into both she saluted them quickly as rock came falling down. The screeches of the Necromroph's died and the only thing that could be heard were the exhales from the others.

"Well," she turned away, her pupils returning to normal. "How much damage did ah do this time?"

Up above.

"Ellie! Ellie!" Scootaloo said over her comm. "What's going on!?"

"W-We were attacked, but Applebloom... Applebloom she... She just slaughtered them all."

"So now you know about her alter ego, Appleblood." Scootaloo sighed. "Well, can you see the-"

There was a loud creak, a snap and then the sound of snow falling. Looking back, Scootaloo saw the top of the lift fall before a loud crash could be heard.

"You all might want to move. The lift just snapped off."

Halfway on the ice face.

"Almost... Almost..." Isaac said getting a good foothold. "Finally..." He sighed getting to the second set of climbing gear he passed on the way up the first time. "Maybe now I can-"

He fell back into the sow as something hit the gear and then proceeded to slide off from the ledge. Looking at the lift as it fell, he clenched his fists. Nodding, he looked at the broken gear and then a pair of ice axes laying against the rocks.

"They said I should work out," he said to himself. "Better late than never." He said grabbing the axes. "Fuck you universe! And fuck your snow!"

Above the unfortunate engineer

"You know, I should have really seen this coming by now." Scootaloo said as they passed where the lift once was. "We have the worst luck."

"So I noticed." Norton said. "When do you think Isaac's going to get back? I think I heard him yelling just a second ago."

"He doesn't yell," Sweetiebelle said. "He screams."

"Like a little filly." Scootaloo said bluntly.

"Well, don't you think we should check on him?" Norton suggested making the two E.E.B members stop and look at him.

"Who are you, and what have you done with Norton?" Scootaloo asked. "Sweetiebelle, could you have Nexus go and fetch our meat shield?"

She nodded before Nexus ran on the edge of the cliff and on the face of it.

Author's Notes:

I just found out unsticking is a word. Huh.

Next Chapter: The return of Isaac Clarke! Professional Unimorph rider! Estimated time remaining: 2 Hours, 25 Minutes
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