I woke up and checked the time on my watch. “Seven o' clock." Since today was Nightmare Night, I would not carry most of my belongings because of my costume. My costume was just going to be my assassin's robe and instead of the usual way I wore the robe, I would be wearing the robe with me actually looking like Connor. Usually, I would be wearing nearly every single one of my weapons, the IOTV vest I wore under the robe but over the assassin's vest, my backpack and weapons slung over my back, and I usually didn't wear the hood. Under my assassin's robe and vest, I wore my BDU jacket, black fleece jacket, and my black polo with my BDU pants and black pants under my pants that matched my robe. I left my katana, AA-12, M4a1, and Barrett. I picked up my bow and quiver from where I left it in the armory and picked up arrows. I slung the two weapons off of my back.  Today, I would only be carrying all of my blades, hidden blades, Glock 18, Desert Eagle, Walther PPK, 1911, and assassin's tomahawk. My 870 was slung over my back under my clothes with a shotgun shell holder sling with two Blackhawk shotgun shell bandoliers under my vest that matched my robe. My 1911 and Glock 18 were on holsters that rested on my belt on my back and the Desert Eagle and Walther PPK were on ankle holsters on my boots. My tomahawk was on a holder on the outside of the robe on a holder on my waist. My hidden blades were strapped to my arm over the sleeves of the robe, exposed. My knives that I usually kept hidden on my body were again kept hidden on my body strapped to various parts of my body as last ditch weapons if I needed them if I ran out of ammo. My quiver and bow were slung over my back. There was one weapon that I had on that an assassin wouldn't use, my lanyard. I had it around my neck like a necklace. My backpack was on my back over my robe, currently the color of white to match my robe. In various pockets of my robe and jacket were extra pistol magazines for my handguns.

I lifted my hood and went to Scootaloo's room. Scootaloo was asleep in her bed. I turned the magic lights on and walked next to Scootaloo. “Come on Scootaloo, time to wake up."

"Aaaaauuuuuggggggg. Five more minutes", she replied in a drowsy tone. I pulled the Desert Eagle out of my left boots and shot a round in the air. Scootaloo jumped out of her bed and sprawled around on her bed. “TRAN!!! WHY!!?!??!"

"You wouldn't wake up."

"WHY!??!?!"

"Scootaloo, put on your costume. It's Nightmare Night."

"Fine." She put on her costume and I looked at her. During the tailoring that Rarity did for Scootaloo, I didn't look at those two do anything. I looked at her costume. Scootaloo was dressed as a Wonderbolt.

"Scootaloo."

"Yes?"

"Your costume."

"Is it that bad?"

"IT SO CUTE!!" Normally, you would laugh at the sight of an Asian capable of killing anything with ease, carrying multiple weapons, and being one of the people that helped retake over an entire nation by killing thousands of beings saying something is cute. And that is what Scootaloo did.

"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Come on, let’s get you to school."

"Awwwwww, but its Nightmare Night."

"It is still Thursday Scootaloo and you still have school. Plus you have a half day of school today."

"Fine." The two of us walked out of my bunker.

"Scootaloo, do you have your key?"

"It's right here." Scootaloo held up the key to the bunker. It was connected on a lanyard around her neck.

"Where did you get that lanyard?"

"I made it last night. It's just like yours."

"Eeyup. THAT IS SO CUTE!!" This comment made Scootaloo laugh even more as we walked towards the town. We neared the town and entered the town. All around Ponyville, ponies were dressed up. Costumes ranged from butterflies to zombponies. Then I noticed a cloud perched above the town. What I noticed was the fact that the cloud was not as high as normal clouds. This meant only one thing."Hey Scootaloo, want to prank Rainbow Dash before she pranks us?"

"YES!!! How are we going to prank her?", she replied.

"See that one lone cloud there?"

"Yes?"

"Rainbow Dash is on it."

"How do you know?"

"I KNOW EVERYTHING!!!"

"You kinda have to be more specific." Then a lightning bolt erupted from the cloud and scared a pair of ponies eating at a cafe.

"Need any more proof?"

"Good point. How are we going to prank her?"

"Cover your ears Scootaloo and watch that cloud." I pulled out my 1911 and aimed it at the cloud. The cloud was roughly fifty yards away, twenty yards about the ground, and was about the size of a mini cooper car. *BANG* The .45 ACP round traveled towards the cloud at 800 feet per second. The bullet took less than a tenth of a second to impact the cloud. Once the .45 ACP round impacted the cloud, it exploded. This resulted in a rainbow maned cyan colored pegasus mare dressed as a Wonderbolt falling from the cloud and hovering above the ground right before she hit the ground.

The two of use walked towards Rainbow Dash. Once we reached her, I said, “How was the falling?"

"WHY TRAN!?!?!?!"

"WE GOT YOU!!!", yelled out Scootaloo.

"Ok, I will admit that was a good prank. Well, I'm going to prank more ponies." Rainbow Dash flew off and went out of sight.

"Ok? Well Scootaloo, let’s get yah to school." The two of us walked in the direction of the school house while looking around the town.

"Tran, can I ask you a question?"

"You just did."

"OK. Can I ask you two questions?"

"Shoot."

"How come you sometimes talk in different accents?"

"First of all use speak instead of talk. Two, sometimes I speak in different accents because I first started speaking when I was nine months old. Back then, I only spoke in Vietnamese, a language that you don't know and my kind spoke. I spoke Vietnamese until I was six years old when I fully learned English, or Equish as you guys would call it. In doing so, the Vietnamese being my first language gave me a heavy stereotypical accent that my subspecies of humans usually have. Then I spoke English, Equish, only for four years, giving me a different accent. When I was ten, I started to speak Vietnamese again along with my English and therefore gave me a mix between the two accents. Afterwards, I developed more accents as I learned even more languages. Usually I just flip flop between accents. Usually I speak in an accent that is part Asian, part American, and a pinch of European. Before you ask, Asians is a subspecies of humans that are known for having difficulty in speaking English or Equish, being smart, being good fighters, and many other things. Americans are a subspecies of humans that speak only English, or Equish, and aren't known for that many things. Europeans are a subspecies of humans that are known for being a little more sophisticated than others. Therefore, that is why I speak with different accents. Sometimes I don't even notice that I speak in a different accents from time to time. It’s just a thing that happens to me on occasion."

.

"Why do you go between accents?"

"Because it's fun and sometimes some people don't understand some of my accents."

"Oooh. Hey, there's the school."

"Bye Scootaloo", I said while waving to Scootaloo was walking off to the school.

I climbed up a house and took out my IPod. I played a song that went with my costume and outfit.

I started a parkour run and leapt from house to house while listening to the assassin's creed song. I went around the town, raising worry from ponies, jumping on top of the roofs. I kept on moving through the town towards my store. Today was obviously the pony form of Halloween. If this pony society was similar to human society, so far it has, there would most likely be a lot more crime today. Since I ran a weapons store, that means I would most likely be targeted today. Then I finally reached my store. I jumped to the ground and rolled when I landed. Today was probably the only time I actually free ran. Usually, I wasn't able to free run because the bulkiness of my primary weapons handicapped my movement. My 870, AA-12, M4a1, and my sword would restrict my arms and it would disable my rolling after leaping from a great distance. When rolling, the large weapons would stop my rolling because it would catch onto something when I was rolling.

I walked to the front door and pulled the lanyard hanging around my neck. “Forty two keys and I know what every single one of them do." I picked out the right key and unlocked the door. Only to get a wheel lock pistol's barrel placed on my head.

"I want your best weapons or I will put a bullet in your head", said the pony.

"Well sir, we have a saying from where I'm from."

"What saying?", asked the stallion.

"The guy with the biggest gun wins." I pushed the gun up from my head and he fired the round into the wall of my store. I pulled the Desert Eagle from my left boot and shot him in his front left hoof. The .50 AE round easily detached his leg. The stallion started to scream in pain and I just teleported him to Canterlot like last time except I teleported him directly into the dungeon instead of in front of Celestia.

The .50 Action Express pistol round has nearly double the power of a 5.56X45mm rifle round but the .50 AE has a thicker bullet which allows for more of the bullet's energy to be dumped into a target. The .50 AE round is a 12.7X33mm round and the M4a1 is a 5.56X45mm round. For those of you who do not understand guns and bullets, the first number, such as 7.62, 5.56, 12.7, 5.45, 5.8, etc., refers to how wide the bullet head is at its widest point. The second number, such as 33mm, 99mm, 45mm, 39mm, 42mm, 19mm, etc. refers to the length of the casing. The thinner the bullet, the cleaner the bullet passes through flesh. The wider the bullet, the more stopping power it dumps into a target. The shorter the bullet casing, the lower speed the bullet travels at. For example of all of this, the .50 BMG round is also known as the 12.7X99MM round. This means the bullet is 12.7 millimeters thick, or half an inch which is why it is called the .50 BMG, and the casing is 99 millimeters long. So the 5.56X45mm round is 5.56 millimeters thick and the casing is 45mm long. The .50 AE round is 12.7 millimeters thick and the casing is 33 millimeters long. All these factors, casing length, bullet length, and bullet width, all contribute to a bullet's stopping power and how much energy it can place into a target.

Since our arrival in Equestria, my friends and had been in the newspapers several times. Our deadliness and effectiveness of our weapons were also included in the newspapers. Hundreds of ponies, griffons, minotaur’s, hippogriffs, zebras, and saddle Arabians. Usually, when someone approached us for our weapons, they tried to buy, trade, or even steal or weapons. Most commonly the latter. This would result in us just plain shooting them and nearly killing. Out of the four of us, I was the most targeted because I was also named the greatest fighter in Equestria and I was challenged for my title or my head. Most of the time, I would win after shooting whoever challenged me or me beating them in a sword fight with my superior sword. The only sword that could compete with my sword was one of the samurai swords that I made and had for sale.

I walked into my shop after cleaning the blood off of the ground and the wall and went directly to the counter. Today I didn't take my primary weapons and backpack off because I didn't have them. Today I was also going to be open for only three hours so I could pick up Scootaloo from school early because of the half day. I looked at a chalk board I put up one day after opening that had many dashes on it. I walked over it and put on another dash point. On the top of the chalk board was writing that clearly stated,"Kak mnogo lyudey kotoryye pytalis menya ograbit" This meant, “How many people that attempted to rob me" in Russian. By now there were probably seventy dashes on it and the store has been open for about four days by now. “That is completely ridikulus." I went back to the counter and waited.

Thirty Minutes Later

"Nightmare Night! What a fright! Give us something sweet to bite!", said four fillies in costumes and saddlebags on their back.

"What? Shouldn't you four be in school? You four shouldn't have even gone in here. This is a weapons store. Get out of here before I get your parents."

This sent the four of them running out of the store.

Thirty Minutes Later

A pony dressed up as a shadowbolt walked into the store and walked over to me at the counter.

"Hello, how may I help you today?", I asked.

The pony pulled out a crossbow from a saddlebag and aimed it at me."You can give me all of your bits", said the mare.

"Oi." I held up my right arm in front of the crossbow's bolt. I pulled my Desert Eagle from my left boot and aimed it at his face. She shot the crossbow and the bolt impacted my arm. Unfortunately for her, my arm was protected by my chain maille and a small steel plate that I used for the frame of my hidden blade. “Stay here or I will kill you."

"Don't h-h-h-h-hurt me, I-I-I h-h-have a family."

"You're lying. Say any more lies and I will blow off a limb."

"B-b-b-but it's the truth."

I fired the Desert Eagle at her hoof and took off half of the callousy hoof. This would not hurt her, hooves on equine are just dead callous build ups on the end of their legs that cannot feel, but this would scare her because I blew off about three quarters of hoof clean off. “I know you are lying. When you held up the crossbow at my face, you didn't even stumble or mess up. You also knew how to pull out the crossbow pretty quickly and how to aim. Also, when you told me to give you all your bits, you said the entire sentence smoothly. This means you have been practicing and have done this before or you used to be in the military. You weren't in the military because your muscles aren't developed like the other guards in the Royal guard. I can tell you are lying. You are experienced in something like this."

"Fuck. I have never met someone like you", said the mare.

"Now one more thing, I am sending you to Canterlot."

"WHAT?!?! PLEASE, THIS IS MY LAST STRIKE, IF I'M SENT TO CANTERLOT AGAIN, I'LL BE EXECUTED!!"

"You should have thought of that before you did this." *SNAP* By now, I developed a spell that teleported people and make notes that would attach to the victim. I walked over to my chalkboard and added another dash. “Thank goodness I bought the extra-large chalk board."

Thirty Minutes Later

A stallion in a royal guard's suit of armor walked in and went up to me."Hello, I'm looking for a sword for when I serve for the princess."

"You're a guard?"

"Yes, shield defense. I see you have an Equestrian Star. How'd you get it?"

"Maybe it was winning the war for Equestria with the changelings with my four friends."

"That was you? I thought the newspapers were lying."

"Ok. What are you looking for?"

"A sword."

"Walk over here with me." I walked over to another counter with him following me and I opened a glass show case meant for weapons to be shown. “Which one of these do you want?"

"I have a budget. Any of these can be bought with four hundred bits?"

"Yeah, all of these can be bought with that limit except for these three." I took out the three blades from the showcase and placed it on the table. “Everything else in there can be bought in that range."

"What are those three?", he asked.

"Well, this one is a okatana(not katana, okatana, the katana's real name), it has five layers of steel in this blade and it will never be dulled. It can cut more than you guys' swords easily. This one is a two body blade, meaning it can cut through two bodies."

"Now how did you prove something like that?"

"Don't try to mug an Asian and you won't be cut in half."

"You didn't need to kill them!"

"From where I'm from, if you try to mug someone, you will be killed. I've killed over a hundred of my kind and thirty of your kind."

"Ok. Your kind, your species. I'm not going to even argue."

"This second sword is kpinga. It is a foreign weapon from my species. It is a multibladed throwing weapon used by tribe warriors over a thousand years ago. It is mainly a throwing weapon but it can be used to slash and hack too."

"Is that why it has so many blades on it?"

"Yes. When you throw it, the blades give it a higher possible chance of impacting with a blade first. This last seven foot weapon is called a yuri. It is a sword spear type weapon and can cut through flesh and bone almost as good as the okatana. It is strictly a slashing weapon and if you try stabbing, you will fail and die. "

"What do you recommend?"

"I would recommend this." I lifted a sword out of the case and brought it to him. “This is a jian sword. A martial arts weapon of a subspecies of people similar to my kind. It is a functional dress sword. It is light, fast, and deadly. You can use it for stabbing and slashing but stabbing is the most effective. Three feet long, it is incredibly effective."

"Great. How much is it?"

"Since I respect people who are in the military a hundred fifty bits."

"How about one hundred?"

"Ok."

The stallion paid and quickly left.

Thirty Minutes Later

"GET OUT!" I unslung my 870 and started shooting at two stallions. Unfortunately, I only had nonlethal beanbag rounds loaded. “I knew I should have loaded those explosive rounds today."

Two stallions tried to pitch me a sales pitch which resulted in me refusing. This caused the two stallions to keep on trying to convince me to go with their obvious con and kept on irritating me. This went on for quite a while until they started harassing and even bullying some of my costumers. Now we are back to where we were.

The two stallions I shot at had a bright cream yellow coat and red and white striped hair. Both of them looked identical to each other except for the fact that one of them had a mustache and the other one didn’t. ‘I feel like I know who they are.' I reloaded my 870 again and started to shoot at them again.*CHK-CHK* My shotgun was empty. I reloaded and faced the stallions. I looked at them again and realized who they were. “Oi. You two are Flim and Flam, the twin brothers who invent machinery and are basically con artist. I remember you from when you two tried to take control of Sweet Apple Acres." Flim was shot twice in the side and Flam was shot three times in the side. I teleported the two of them in a random place that would most likely not benefit them. “God those two are annoying."

Thirty Minutes Later

I took my 1911 from my back holster and started to take it apart."Ahhhhhh. The 1911, the Mary Sue of the gun world. .45 ACP. 825 feet per second. four and a half inch barrel. Seven plus one round magazine. Fifty-three parts." I reslid the slide and replaced the safety, barrel lock, and spring lock. I replaced the last piece in, slid in the magazine, and cocked the slide with a satisfying set of clicks.

Out of nowhere, a stallion snatched my 1911 from my hands and aimed it at me chest. “Oi. Give me my 1911 back."

"I read about you and your weapons in the newspapers and I want to buy this from you", said the stallion.

"First, stop pointing my own weapon at me and two, it is not for sale." I grabbed the 1911 from his hands and holstered it back on my back.

"Come on. I'll pay you anything for it."

"No. Now get out."

"Come on. How much do you want for it?"

*SNAP* I teleported the stallion from where he was standing to a random location in Canterlot. “God some ponies are annoying."

Thirty Minutes Later

I looked at my backpack and looked at how bulged it was. I picked up my backpack from the ground and placed it on the table. I looked through it and looked at my gear.'Hmmmmmmmm. Plastic explosives, detonators, spare ammo, flamethrower, det cord, clackers(not the children's toy), blasting caps, MREs, gold bits, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. This stuff is too bulky to carry every day." I thought of hundreds of ways and usage of spells that could make it less bulky.

Thirty Minutes Of Spell Testing Later

I extinguished a flame that was on my shoulder and walked back to my backpack after being blown into a showcase. ‘In retrospect, I should have taken the explosives out before I tried a spell that involved combustion. Well, time for spell number 157." I took the rest of the explosives out of my backpack and stepped away from it.

*SNAP* I covered my face with my arms and waited. Several ponies around me looked at me, the strange appearance of a human with his arms hovering in front of his face. I looked down at my backpack and realized my spell either worked, or failed. I went to my backpack and nudged it with my foot. I picked up my backpack and started scanning it with my magic. I finished the scan and opened it. I stuck my hand in it and found out my spell worked. I smiled and placed my gear back into it.

I faced the ponies that were still staring at me."Oi. Closing time. I have to get my sister from school." The ponies walked out of the store. I placed my backpack back on my back and walked out of the store. I had about an hour and a half before Scootaloo got out of school and for me to get her a present.

*SNAP* I turned myself into my alicorn pony form and took flight. After a few minutes, I landed in the Ponyville market. I walked through the market, looking around for a suitable present for Scootaloo.

Thirty Minutes Later

After a short search for a present for Scootaloo, I bought Scootaloo a new scooter. Long story short, I paid sixty bits for a scooter from a stall and placed it into my backpack, currently a single saddlebag. I went to Sugarcube Corner and went into the large gingerbread house like building. I noticed how the lights were dark so I took out my Glock 18, which I had outfitted with a tactical light, and I looked around the bakery.

"Pinkie, why are the lights off?"

"ITS A SURPRISE!!!", she replied.

"Let me guess, Scootaloo's birthday?"

"YES!"

"Pinkie, are my friends or you other five friends here?"

"Maybe", several voices said.

"Somebody turn on the lights already." The lights went on and I saw everything. The party was another typical Pinkie Pie party, similar to the party Pinkie Pie threw to Gummy, and there was a large HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! sign hanging on from walls. “Now that the lights are on, can I ask you guys a favor?"

Thirty Minutes Later

I walked towards the schoolhouse in my Alicorn form while solving a Rubik’s cube with my hooves. When I was about 400 yards away from the school house. I took my spotting scope from my backpack and deployed it on the ground. I looked through the scope and saw the fillies, colts, and Cheerilee. Everypony was dressed up in costumes and Cheerilee was in her retro outfit that was showed on the episode Call Of The Cutie.

By now, there should have been about twenty minutes left before school would have ended. I looked at Scootaloo, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon. Applebloom looked like a typical European ponified vampire , Sweetie Belle was dressed up as a zombpony, Diamond Tiara was dressed up as a princess, and Silver Spoon was dressed up as a royal guard. It was not long until the school bell rang and the kids started to leave. *SNAP* I turned myself into my normal pony sized form and walked towards the school house quadriped after I placed my spotting scope into my backpack. When I approached the building, I tripped over a rock and landed in front of Cheerilee.

"Hello? Can I help you?", asked Cheerilee.

"Cheerilee, it's me Tran."

"Tran? How come you're so small and a unicorn?"

"I turned myself into a normal pony size and my wings are inside my robe."

"Oh. Was it because you didn't want to raise excitement with the kids?"

"Eeyup. Well Cheerilee, I'm here for Scootaloo, Applebloom, and Sweetie Belle."

"Oh. The five of them should be right over-", Cheerilee started before I was tackled by three small fillies.

"I think I found them."

"FILLIES!! Get off of Tran."

"It's ok." I stood up quadriped and the three of them fell off of me."Hi girls. Why did the five of you tackled me?"

"No reason", the lot of them said.

*Face Hoof* In retrospect, face hoofing with steel toed boots, currently steel horseshoes, is a terrible idea."Ok. Since it is Scootaloo's birthday, let’s go to her party."

"WHERE!?!?!?", yelled out Scootaloo.

"Right in here", I said while taking off my backpack.

"What?", the three of them said. I lifted the three of them with my magic and placed them into my backpack. *SNAP* I turned myself back into a human and jumped into my backpack. “Gotta love backpack pocket dimensions."

I landed on the ground that was my backpack's pocket dimension.

Thirty Minutes Earlier

"Now that the lights are on, can I ask you guys a favor?", I asked.

"Like what?", asked Pinkie Pie.

"Can you guys bring this party to Scootaloo?"

"What?", said everypony. I walked over to a table that had a cake on it and place the entire thing, table and all, into my backpack. “OH."

Back In The Present

Everyone was partying and I was just sitting on a chair, solving my Rubik’s cube. Presents were being given out. Rarity gave Scootaloo a scarf, Twilight got her a book, Applejack got her apple turnovers, Pinkie Pie obviously got her a party, Fluttershy gave her a helmet, and Rainbow Dash didn't get her anything. I walked over and gave her my present. She quickly ripped the box containing her new scooter.

"Happy birthday Scootaloo."