I just want to say real quick from the bottom of my heart to you guys thank you all for a wonderful ten years! I said a little speech in the most recent blog post, so check that out. Other than that, I just want to say have a happy 10th, and enjoy the special.

From me to you,

~ Bob Tom

HAPPY 10 YEARS OF UNIVERSAL MAGIC!!!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

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“10. 10. 10. 10. 10. 10. 10. 10. 10. 10. Ten. Ten. Ten. Ten. Ten. Ten. Ten. Ten. Ten. Ten. X. X. X. X. X. X. X. X. X. X. Decimal. Tenfold. Decade. Decagon. Decennium. Decennary. DECAGONAL. DECENNIAL. TEN-SPOT. DECAPOD. DECEMVIRATE. TEN! TEN! TEN! THEN YEARS! TEN YEARS! TEN YEARS,” as I was saying to myself as I stood in my living room in my library home in Stalia; all the while staring off into dead space while having a sickly worried look in my eyes. Maybe this wasn’t the best way to start this whole thing off.

To simply put, there was another little moment in my life along with the boys. And one that I will have to write for you guys because Wolf won the bet… remember?

Ok? Ok so moving on.

So it was about who knows what time it was. Maybe it was the early morning hours. Perhaps it was only mid day. Or perhaps even the sun was stuck in the middle of the sky and didn’t want to move because it was a Mexican… and it didn’t even have a green card. Whatever time it was and the reason for that time didn’t matter. It was just another day it had seemed. The sun was out. The sky was mostly clear. And everyone seemed to have been fine and lived their own lives like everyone else usually does until they all seemed to have disappeared. Meanwhile, me and the guys were losing our fucking minds. Where should I begin?

It all had started the previous night before. I was asleep, dreaming of lollipops and gum drops, or whatever that can give me type two diabetes. And then all of a sudden I see a mysterious figure in my dreams far off into the distance amongst the hills and the trees. And then as the shadowy figure got closer and closer to me, it all started to have a bad feeling to it all. I started to feel uncomfortable, like something bad was going to happen to me, yet I couldn’t stop it. The lollipops turned to dust while the gum drops had turned into icky but possibly yummy goo… green goo that could only come from a green gooey monster of some kind that would probably want to butt fuck you.

Look, even green gooey monsters need love too. They’re just not getting any from me; they can go to the next town over. That’s where all the gays are at. They’ll take anything up their butt. Even the Duke controller. But not me. Hey, if a skeleton wants to do extensive research there, then that skeleton can do it. Just take twenty one steps away from my butt crack.

Anyways, my dreams started to go dark and turn upside down with a frown. It was bad. It was really, really, really fucking bad. And there was nothing that I could do but have wide eyes, a gaping mouth, and trying my best to run away from the shadowy figure. But the dream could only end one way; and it was with the mysterious figure coming towards me and taking me away from my good dreams that I was having.

As it had grabbed a hold of me with a good grip, it started to spout out of its mouth the end times. It babbled on about time itself and how it was all a ticking time bomb and that my end will come. And then it started spouting out numbers. More specifically the number ten. Oh god the number ten. It wouldn’t shut up about it. It just kept going and going in an endless loop about the number ten. And then I woke up… at 10:10 P.M.

My eyes were all red from being woken up so suddenly with my heart pounding against my chest and adrenaline hitting my veins. I was wide awake and not going back to sleep anytime soon I had thought. And I couldn’t forget the figure either. And with all dreams, they either mean jack shit or they are a warning of things to come. And my mind couldn’t think of anything else no matter how hard that I tried.

So from that point forward, I remained up throughout all hours of the night while Wolf was sleeping his ass off in his bed. And from that point forward, I couldn’t help but go downstairs to my living room and think nothing but the number ten. But I didn’t stop there. I then went ahead and wrote down the number ten on all the pieces of paper that I had with me; painted it with whatever liquid that I had that would stick onto a surface; and I wrote and spoke all forms of the word ten nonstop.

It had to mean something. IT HAD TO MEAN SOMETHING! SOMETHING WAS COMING! SOMETHING WAS GOING TO HAPPEN AND I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT! IT WAS FUCKING TEN! And worst part… I saw the figure from my dreams knocking on the window in the middle of the night. I couldn’t make out a face, but it was the figure as I could feel it within my bones. MY BONES!

And I just stood there, watching the widows and the skies… waiting for something to happen… to come… to see the end of days…

And all the while I just stood there, staring off into dead space and just entered into some kind of trance saying the word ‘Ten’ over and over and over until the morning came. At 10:10 A.M., Wolf finally came down, having a hangover, and looking for some more beer to take his headache away.

He came down walking down the stairs like some kind of recovering drunkard, but still couldn’t quite get a grip on himself. But he made it down the steps eventually with enough effort. He then had wide eyes and was fully awake once he saw me and the mess that I had made with pace while he was asleep; probably about fucking some mare in the ass… anally speaking of course…

Wolf said once he came down the steps as he scanned the room before him in shock, “What the fuck happened here!?”

He then noticed me with my back towards him as he carefully approached me with a sort of half worried look on his face. From there, he slowly walked around me and tried to place his right wooden paw on my left pony shoulder. My eyes remained forward and continued to stare into a blank space while I had my worried look in my eyes still.

But once Wolf placed his wooden paw on my pony shoulder, I was then startled while letting out a pretty big yelp to go along with it. I had jumped back a bit and almost fell on my pony ass as I was starting to shake with fear and my mind was trying to frightfully scan the room for anything dangerous. It was like I was timid as I lifted my right forearm up and kept it there, cowering in fear for what I saw in my future. Wolf then became worried with a scared look in his eyes and was concerned for me for once in his life.

Wolf then tilted his head slightly to the left and said to me while keeping his space between me, “Hey… are you ok there buddy? Is everything… alright with you?”

I then said to him while finally noticing him with my own eyes as I remained in my defensive state with a scared voice, “W-W-Wolf… is that y-you? I-Is that really you?”

Wolf then started to walk towards me slowly as he then began scanning the room around him and looking at what I had done.

As he was doing that, he asked me with curiosity in his voice, “What happened here? Are you starting to go insane or something?”

I then put my right forearm down and grabbed Wolf with both of my hooves and looked deep into his light green filled eyes. I got close to his face to make sure he was going to hear what I had to say to him. And Wolf had wide, shocked eyes, as his wooden ears flipped a little bit backwards and was scared as to what I had become.

I then said to him as clear and as alert as I possibly have could to him, “We need to get out of here Wolf! Something BIG is coming! We don’t have a lot of time I tell ya! We don’t have a lot of time! THE END IS NEAR! AND IT COMES IN TENS! WE’RE DOOMED!!!”

Wolf then quickly pulled away from me and was a little weirded out by my stance.

He said to me as he pushed me away with his left wooden paw, “Calm down dude. What the hell are you even blabbering about? We’re not doomed. It’s only Wednesday.”

I started to twitch a little bit as my eyes darted around the room like a drug addict. I started to slowly back up, afraid for my own soul, afraid that it may be taken by someone or something.

I then said to him with worry as Wolf stared back in confusion, “It’s even worse than Wednesday Wolf.”

Wolf tilted his head to the side slightly with a raised eyebrow and asked me, “Worse than Wednesday? Thursday?”

I then said as I continued to back up slowly with fear in my heart, “Even worse than that!”

Wolf was shocked and had wide eyes as he jutted his head a bit forward as he asked me, “Don’t tell me it’s Labor Day!”

I then cut to the point as my back reached the wall as I bumped into it, trying to cover my bases as I looked around like a scared deer, “It’s worse than that. It’s worse than Martin Luther King Day! IT’S EVEN WORSE THAN two for one at Bosleys!”

I had wide eyes with pulsating eyeballs. I was scared out of my mind as I screamed to the top of my lungs, hoping someone might hear me and save me. TK wasn’t going to help. Not even he can escape what was coming. I saw the signs. And it wasn’t an ace… in a base…

No, it was coming for us all. And as for Wolf, Wolf was starting to look more worried than me. He looked like he was ready to pull out his… sticks… from his head and bite on his Timber Wolf nails.

I then said out loud to him as I looked at him from afar, “It’s worse than any of those! It’s… ”

I was then scarred and jumped while giving out a little yelp. There was a knock on the window nearby. I was frightened. I knew what it was, that sound, who was there on the other side of that glass I didn’t want to look, but I had to. So I slowly turned my head towards my right and looked over at the window. And there it was… staring at me… with a smile.

An evil smile; mocking me; teasing my utter doom that was soon to be. I had no words. Nothing to speak of. My mouth was agape. All I could do was look in horror.

I then slowly raised my left pony forearm and simply said to Wolf in a scared little voice, “He’s here…”

Wolf looked over in horror too, anticipating what he had thought was a monster. And that monster tapping on the glass… was another pony who had a gray coat color. He was completely bald, wore a pair of black glasses, and wore a completely lime green body suit for some reason; probably because of it’s fetish. And the worst part of all, it had a piece of paper taped to his fore and front body with the number ‘10’ written in blue crayon. And it wasn’t even in perfect writing, but it looked like a child had drawn on it. But do not let that fool you.

Even though he spoke like a he, he was an it. And it was a monster in disguise. Mocking us, teasing us our own demise. I looked in horror, scared, helpless even. But Wolf, he just didn’t get it. He simply stood there dumbfounded and looked like he had just seen two flies fucked in a can of green soup.

He was slightly shaking his head as he looked over towards me as he asked me, “You’re afraid of that douchebag looking mother fucker?”

He started to laugh a little; gave a little chuckle while laughing in the face of death. I just looked at him thinking he just didn’t know it yet. But the pony knocking at the window continued to knock away and grabbed both of our attention.

He had a wide smirk across his face as he teased us and it’s high pitched voice, “Hey guys! Why won’t you let me in!? Come on! I’m just your friend! You know you want me in there!”

I then had an annoyed look form on my face as I took a step towards the window and yelled at him, “No! You get out of here now! I already told you that I won’t let you do this to me! You can’t end me! Not like this! So what if it has already been ten years since we started living here!? You can’t make us grow older!”

Wolf then looked at me in confusion yet surprised as he asked me, “Wait, we’ve been living here for ten years? I thought it’s only been like… two or something?”

I then looked back at him with calm and mellowed eyes and explained to him, “Well yeah. But metaphorically we have been here for ten years. It was in the housing contract agreement that we had to sign in order to live here in Stalia.”

Wolf then started to get a little pissed as he then asked me, “We signed? I don’t remember signing anything!”

I then explained to him calmly while being a little pushy, “Well you didn’t want to stop harassing that intern at the help desk. So I had forge your signature. I told you this when we left and when we moved in here. But all you did was got black out drunk and told me to leave you alone unless I had some blow for you.”

Wolf then stood his ground while saying, “I was not harassing. I was simply performing the art of the pickup line.”

I then shot back and said, “I don’t think ‘Let me clap that sweet ass of yours honey’ is a good pick up line.”

Wolf then said back to me with a slight smile, “Yeah well it worked well in that bar in Cantorlot.”

I then shot back again by saying to him, “That was because it was last call at 2 in the morning and those mares were desperate to find someone that didn’t beat them senseless.”

As me and Wolf were bickering back and forth about previous events from our past, the 10 Pony, as I’ll call the monster that, was getting annoyed by not paying any attention to him.

He was trying to bottle all of his anger and emotions in, but it was too much as he then let it all out by yelling through the window, “Will you two just shut up! I don’t even care if you forged his signature. You signed a contract when you chose to live here! And now your time is coming up! After ten years has passed, you owe us! Your Time! Your money! Part of your soul! You owe us all of it!”

I then looked at him with anger and determination and said, “I don’t owe you shit!”

Then the 10 Pony asked me with a smug grin, “Then why don’t you come out then?”

I then said in a nervous state while trying to look professional, “W-Well I-I-I just don’t feel like doing it today. So uhhh… just go away… forever… ”

The 10 Pony then said with a large grin across his face, “Ohhhhhh… you’ll have to come out sometime. They always do. And when you do, you’re mine. You’re going to suffer the consequences for having … ten… In the meantime… I think I’ll just pay your friends a little visit. I think their times are coming up too… he he he he…. Ha ha ha ha ha ha… ! You can’t escape the metaphorical ten years that we made you sign! You can never escape!? It’s all in the mind and you lost! HA HA HA HA!!!”

And then the 10 Pony slid away like a sly fox and left. I then breathed a sigh of relief as I wiped away a drip of sweat from my brow.

Wolf however looked at me and asked, “How does metaphorical years work even anyway?”

I just looked at him with a bit of a cynical look in my eyes as I said to him while shrugging my pony shoulders at him, “How should I know? I don’t make the rules. I just roll with whatever’s happening by this point. You think I even know this shit?”

Wolf then stared into empty space as he then said to me, “Huh…”

JACK’S PLACE:

As me and Wolf were hunkering down the bunker, the 10 Pony went to check on the other guys. Over at Jack’s place in the middle of Stalia, all was normal like usual. Everything was calm, yet there was no one in sight. It was almost as if everyone knew the scent of death was nearby and they all ran for the hills. Hell, I would run for it too if I knew if my end was nearby too… that’s only if the local ice cream man was in town. Don’t trust his truck.

Run.

Not because he has the dead bodies in there. No that’s the Korean food truck. What I’ talking about is that he only has the one eyed SpongeBob ice cream and not the Sonic one. What kind of monster would do that?

Anyways, Jack was essentially all alone. However he had never noticed nor cared. In fact, Jack was busy, but looked pissed and annoyed. He didn’t want to be bothered as he was minding his own business. He had a record playing in the background, a loud metal song that sounded like garbage. The artist was screaming like a dying hippo on acid. But hey, Jack was hardcore like that sometimes. So as Jack was at his work bench creating something classy for a client, the 10 Pony was lurking somewhere nearby.

Meanwhile, Jack was trying his best to fix a broken piece of art someone had brought to him to fix. And he needed to be flawless about it. It needed to be where it didn’t look like it was broken. It was a little restoration project you could say. Sure, it was more for creating his own classy things, but he was mostly a freelancer sometimes. If it helped pay the bills, then he’ll do it. But only if it was his kind of style.

They don’t call him Classy for nothing. And so as Jack was paying close attention to the edges, the 10 Pony was at his door, waiting. The loud metal music was blaring in the background as Jack was looking at dead center on the broken art object and trying to carefully move the two pieces together with his with his magic emitting from his horn.

He was saying under his breath quietly, “Careful… careful… careful…”

But all of that would be ruined when he heard a loud, disturbing, sudden knock come from his door. It threw him off and he accidently pushed the two pieces together, breaking it into even more pieces and wasting all of his hard work thus far.

He eyes immediately turned into fire as he yelled out, “SON OF A BITCH!”

He gritted his teeth and looked like he was ready to kill. He instantly snapped to the door and went straight over there as the music continued to get louder and louder.

As he swung open the door, he had fury in his heart as he asked The 10 Pony without recognizing him, “WHAT!?”

The 10 Pony just had a smirk, while still looking like some kind of a virgin nerd that no girl would dare fuck, even if it was out of pity. But he stood there as if he was all high and mighty once Jack opened the door, almost as if he had clout. But that quickly changed as The 10 Pony stated to jump up and down and from side to side as he raised his left hoof up. Jack was not amused as his eye followed him, waiting for the moment to hit him in the face.

The 10 Pony said to Jack in a gay kind of tone, “It is I Jack! I have come to collect what you owe. Now the bill is due, don’t look so blue. You had your time to fly, but now it’s your time to say goodbye!”

The 10 Pony then stopped bouncing and raised both of his hooves high in the air as he could as he stood on his back legs while gritting his teeth with a weird grin. But Jack didn’t care.

All Jack said to him after he did his little dance with annoyance in his tone, “Are you some kind of faggot friend of Forrest or something? Get the FUCK OFF MY PROPERTY!”

Jack yelled at that last part while straining his neck, trying to assert his dominance in the conversation. But The 10 Pony didn’t give up that easily. He then went and grabbed a piece of paper from his ass, literally, that was a document and held it up to Jack’s face for him to see. The 10 Pony didn’t say a single word about it; he just did it without context. As soon as Jack saw it though and didn’t mention anything about the ass thing, he still wasn’t amused. He was still pissed he was interrupted.

He then raised his right hoof and forced the document down and asked him with a tone, “So? What does your gay piece of paper have to do with you fucking with me when I’m working?”

The 10 Pony then said with a smile while still holding on to the paper as it was lowered by Jack, “Your time is up Classy Jack! 10 Years have passed since you signed it!”

Jack continued to be annoyed and not caring as he looked like he wanted to kill him still with his bare hands… hooves… whatever…

Jack then said to him with confidence, “That was 7 years ago when I moved here. Not 10 you dumbass.”

Even though it looked like Jack wanted to punch him in the face, the 10 Pony went on and said to him while moving around like a clown, “Oh but this is 10 metaphorical years Classy Jack. And those years go by pretty fast. And now your time is up and you’re now mine! So how about you don’t make a fuss and come with me or else you’ll make me cuss!”

Jack then rolled his eyes as he put his right hoof to his chin as if he was thinking about something.

Jack said to him as he tried to think of a response and said, “Hmmm… let me think on that for a bit. Let me see uhh… FUCK YOU!”

Jack was about to slam the door in his face, but The 10 Pony caught him in time by sticking his left hoof in the door. Jack was not pleased by this. But The 10 Pony got close to the door and said with a threat in his voice, “If you don’t come, then I’ll just have to take your little brother in your absence.” He had said it in such an evil, slimy way.

But Jack didn’t care as he then said back to The 10 Pony, “White? Go ahead and take him. He’s dead to me anyways that little shit.”

The 10 Pony almost lost his cool and was starting to doubt himself. But he figured he could get Jack to crack somehow.

So he then said to Jack still with his evil smile, “Ok then, how about your home and your personal little business, hmmm?”

Jack then said bluntly to him, “You’ve got about 5 seconds to get out of here before I cave your face in with my hooves.”

The 10 Pony was not easily threatened by acts of violence. Nothing could hurt him. Only in metaphorical terms could he be harmed.

So the 10 Pony quickly said to him, “If you don’t come right now, your interest rates will rise and you’ll be audited…”

Jack then quickly asked very quickly out of curiosity, “How high of the rates are we talking about here?”

The 10 Pony then whispered to him very closely, “By Twenty One point Fourteen percent. And that includes the taxes you still owe from last year too.”

Then Jack quickly asked another question, “What about my pet Cobra? I can still write him off tax wise since he’s foreign right?”

The 10 Pony then whispered back with a shaking head and his smirk, “Not under this year’s new tax codes. And we know about your second hidden pet Bull dog in your second home in Manehatten that you like to evade on your taxes.”

Then there was silence for what felt like eleven whole seconds. During that time, Jack just had a normal looking face on as he stared back at The 10 Pony. The 10 Pony was however hanging his head down while looking at him with a grin and some sly, evil eyes. After the seconds had passed, Jack turned into me and was scarred all of a sudden. He wasn’t too great with his finances. That’s why he took commissions sometimes. But none of that mattered as Jack was off and went for the hills. And when I mean by hills, he started running towards my library home as he left the door open. Now his energy bill is going to be up high, oh no…

But as Jack was running for me, he was screaming in desperate help, “KNIIIIIIGHT! PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVE A SPELL TO FIX THIS!”

As Jack was running away, The 10 Pony just stood there, smile and all. He was almost as insane as Neon was.

He yelled out to Jack as he was running away from him, “RUN ALL YOU WANT, (JACK)! YOU CAN’T RUN FOREVER! I WILL FIND YOU! YOUR SOUL NOW BELONGS TO REALITY!”

MAC’S HOME:

While Jack was dealing with the 10 Pony and making a run for it, it was also Mac’s turn. The10 Pony is an odd character and is more powerful than you think. So while The10 Pony was at Jack’s place, taunting him, he was also at Mac’s place at the same time. With Mac, he was all by his lonesome self. There was no one else around, not even Shadow.

Other than the sounds of birds chirping in the nearby trees a slight gust of wind every now and then, there was no one else around. It was as if they all had disappeared without a trace. But to Mac, he didn’t care; just like Jack, he never noticed stuff like that, Mac especially. Mac was just all by himself with his troubled self outside, minding his own business. He was sitting down and had his pony back to one of his apple trees that was near his house.

His right hoof was on the ground flat, to keep himself sort of balanced and from not slouching over while the other hoof had a nice, cold beer bottle in it. And somehow with his hooves, he was able to grip it. I still don’t get how the ponies do it in this universe, but whatever. And for Mac, it was just him and his beer bottle as he sat there right up to the back of the tree. His head titled as he chugged the beer like an alcoholic like how Wolf was as he gulped it all down. And after he had swallowed it all, he gave a swift sigh as his mind was out of it all. Within his own mind, he was drunk.

But deeper within his own mind, he had his fears, doubts, worries, and many thoughts that I wouldn’t even touch with a thirty foot poll. Even if it was sanitized with bleach. It was that bad. But despite his inner thoughts that made him more complex than what he usually was, that part was not in control. For ninety nine percent of the time, it was never in control. Only in those rare moments was it ever in control. Instead, the drunken, idiot part of his brain was in full custody of his body. And so after drinking his sip of beer with a very drunken look in his eyes and a face that looked like he didn’t want to be bothered, he looked towards his home.

When he did, he yelled out to it, “Hey Shadow! Come get your fucking ass over here so I can hit you some more! I promise as your big brother it won’t be a little bit! Wait, I don’t think I should have said that. I meant that it won’t hurt a lot! It’s just some good ol’ fashion interaction brother bonding! Not come out here now so I can give you a Buffalo Burn Arm! Shadow! SHADOW!”

After a while of no response, Mac gave another sigh. But this time it was a sad sigh as he turned his head down towards the grass.

He hung his head in despair as he said to himself quietly, “They always leave me don’t they?”

And then Mac started to get lonely with his thoughts. He never liked being alone with his thoughts. But that was quickly interrupted as a shadow overcame his own. Mac saw this and couldn’t help but look up to see who it was. It was The 10 Pony standing tall and above him, with a smirk and all. He was excited that he had a new thing to play with. With Mac, he looked up at him and was immediately pissed. His eyes were filled with anger and jealously for some reason.

He said drunkenly to The 10 Pony while loosely pointing at him with his right hoof, “Who the hell are you? You’re not supposed to be here. This is my farm, and I won it fair and square damn it! At least that’s what they tell me… I don’ remember damn it.”

The 10 Pony then responded to him, ignoring his comments, “Do you know what time it is Mac Farmer?”

Mac then said with a look that only a drunk person could make while in his usual stereotypical southern accent, “I don’t know… a quarter past breeding?”

The 10 Pony then had a slight look of confusion as he then asked Mac, “Breeding? What the… fuck?”

Mac quickly took a sip of his beer before explaining to him, “Yeah… you know… the usual farm stuff. A half dead eaten pig. A headless chicken running. Apples. Getting ready for the coming apocalypse. Apples. Getting the gun when the government comes a knocking, apples, and sodomy. Oh and Apples with the sodomy.”

The 10 Pony then looked a little disgusted with a hint of repulsion, “Ewww… is sodomy even legal?”

Mac then said while pointing his beer bottle at him, “It is on my farm.”

But then Mac had a slightly annoyed look on his face as he said to him while pointing his beer bottle again, “But only if I know who it is first. And as long as I call first dibs. I don’t care if it’s your wife. SHE’S MINE!”

The10 Pony looked like he wanted to move while remaining in a state of confusion as he said to Mac with shifty eyes, “Uhhh… ok… but uhh, that’s not what I mean. I mean it is your time to come with me.”

The 10 Pony then tried to put a serious, yet smirky look back on his face. But Mac looked at him a little bit more and started to realize something.

Mac said with an angered look in his eyes as he came to the hint of the idea, “Hey!... Wait just a cotton picking minute here!”

Mac then proceeded to get up on all four of his pony legs while throwing his beer bottle away despite not being empty. He threw the partly empty beer about fourteen feet from himself. And since it was glass of course, it shattered into tiny pieces once it hit the ground despite that should not have happened. It was the soft dirt, yet somehow Mac wasn’t good at taking care of his land as it was rock hard. But that’s beside the point.

As Mac got up, he got up and personally went to The 10 Pony’s face as he then said him while squinting his eyes at him, “I’ve never seen you around here before in my life.”

The 10 Pony was starting to think he had him and was going to slowly reel him in. He thought he had gotten back on track as his grin grew larger by the second.

But Mac ruined that for him as he then said to him while poking him with his left hoof, “You’re one of Applejack’s fuck buddies aren’t you?”

The 10 Pony went back to being confused again as he said with a dumbfound face, “Excuse me, what?”

Mac still in his drunken state said while raising his left hoof, “Yeah… YEAH! I remember you. I saw you in my cousin’s bed once. And you were mounting her too! What do you want?! The secret ingredient to my world famous apples huh!? WELL YOU’RE NOT GETTING IT!”

With his last sentence, he got up real close to his face, almost standing taller than The 10 Pony for a few seconds. The 10 Pony didn’t know what to say.

So he said with a confident and straight face, yet slightly offended, “I-I have never done such a thing! I’ll have you know that I’m still a virgin.”

Mac then started to snicker a bit by what he said.

Mac then pointed at him with his left hoof while taken aback a bit and laughing and saying, “Ha ha ha… you’re still a virgin. At least I fucked something. I fucked a hoe. And now that hoe is my bitch!”

The 10 Pony then said with a shocked, yet confused face, “What!?”

Mac just continued to point and laugh as he yelled at him, “Ha ha ha… ha ha ha ha ha ha ha… what a fucking nerd! You didn’t even fuck your own sister I bet!”

The 10 Pony said in an obvious shock face, “Uhhh… no… ”

Mac then said while laughing his guts out at him, “That’s even more lame… cause jokes on you… I DON’T EVEN HAVE A SISTER…. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA… I think… ”

And then Mac stared back at The 10 Pony blankly. His mind was a wonder as The 10 Pony started to feel a little disturbed, yet no words could describe what he was feeling. The 10 Pony looked around, seeing if something else was going around him or if he should do something. But he couldn’t. Meanwhile Mac was trying to remember something. But he couldn’t as all of the years of alcohol abuse had started to catch up to him.

His brain cells couldn’t remember what he wanted to remember. It had warped his mind into something else. Not jelly like most minds, but something more hidden. What he wanted to remember was still in there somewhere. Yet, he couldn’t’ get it out for the life of him. It was almost like he was reliving a terrible memory from along ago as he continued to stare past The 10 Pony. And The 10 Pony didn’t like this. He was starting to feel a little unease. Mac was like a ticking time bomb of delusions and a destructive mind. He was waiting to black out and throw a fit of rage out of some fake jealousy that he had for Applejack. Yet he didn’t quite know what to think about.

For all he knew, it was all true about the rumors running around town. But was it true? Was it true that Mac was a killing machine of some sorts? Or perhaps was it someone else. Or something? Who knew? Mac was a hard nut to crack as he acted weird around him.

So The 10 Pony broke him out of his trance and told him as loud and best as he could while trying to retain a serious face, “Y-Your time is up Mac Farmer. The contract that you signed with Stalia once the house and the farm was inherited to you was 10 metaphorical years ago! And now y-your soul and time belongs to me now!”

Mac then came out of his blank stare trance as he then said while rubbing his head with his left hoof and rolling his eyes and looking at the back of himself, “Really… 10 years? I thought it was 14 when I signed that thing? I need to talk with a lawyer about this…”

Then Mac looking front of him and put his left hoof on his chin as he said, “But I don’t have no fancy money for no fancy lawyer… ”

Mac then shrugged it off and said to himself, “I’ll just get Knight to handle the doo hickey then. He’ll know hat to do. He has all them fancy books at his place.”

And then Mac started to walk in his drunken state back to my library house without a care for his himself.

As he was walking away, he swiftly looked back at The 10 Pony with anger and said while pointing his left hoof at him, “Don’t you go anywhere you fucking scum eating shit for brain! I’m watching you… I know you’re one of Applejack’s spies. And I can prove it in court too! Just you watch!”

And then Mac went on to stumble his way to my home while mumbling to himself. Once Mac was out of range, The 10 Pony breathed a sigh of relief and wiped a sweat from his brow.

He looked worried while saying to himself, “He was more intense than I had thought. They do not pay me enough to deal with this stuff. Hopefully the next one isn’t so mentally unstable… ”

FORRST’S PLACE:

As Jack was busy meeting The 10 Pony and Mac was drinking his brain cells away while stumbling and mumbling some words, The 10 Pony was on his way to Forrest as well. The 10 Pony looked like an Earth pony, however that didn’t stop The 10 Pony. The 10 Pony was not of this world, perhaps not even of this universe.

It didn’t matter what obstacles you placed in his way; one way or another, he was coming for your ass. And Forrest, as innocent as he tried to be, his days were numbered. Or should I say his number was up… like Pinkie Pie from Cupcake. Hey I read it… it was a funny story filled with nothing wrong with it. It’s completely innocent and filled with morals and values for everyone to learn from. Like for example when your number comes up. You’re fucked. Just like how Forrest was.

The 10 Pony just somehow arrived on clouds that were above and near Stalia just as much as he was in multiple places at once. He had a grin of confidence and was ready to strike on his next victim. He walked on the clouds like they were just part of the ground. And for him, he was at the place where he needed to be, Forrest’s cloud home in the sky. He walked right up to home as it was surrounded by big, fluffy, white clouds and was about to raise his left hoof to gently knock on the door. But before The 10 Pony could even knock, Forrest opened right away with a smile. The 10 Pony wasn’t surprised by this though as he still had confidence in his smile. In fact, he didn’t make a single thought at all… I’m sure of it… But for Forrest, he seemed like he knew what he was doing.

As soon as Forrest opened up the door with a welcoming smile to The 10 Pony; he said to him with a friendly manner while closing his eyes and hovering in mid air, “Hello, hello! I’ve been expecting you know! Come, come, come right on in here! He he…”

Forrest moved out of the way and let The 10 Pony in. The 10 Pony kindly obliged and waltzed right on in. As The 10 Pony entered Forrest’s big cloud home, he looked at what Forrest had done to his little living area. He had a set of tea, hot and ready along with two little tea cups and the fixings for it and some biscuits ready for consumption. All on the coffee table, arranged neatly like how a faggot would do, which Forrest is. Not literally though, sorry, but he’s already taken… by his right hand, back off gentleman. Oh fuck I mean hoof… hoof… oh whatever.

You know what the fuck I mean… And so anyways, as Forrest’s cloud home looked nicely everywhere, it didn’t matter to The 10 Pony. If he needed to, he would burn it all down in seconds to collect what was owed. And you could read that all on his little confident little smile of his. And so Forrest closed the front door and gently flew from the door to the couch while retaining his warm, signature smile.

He said to The 10 Pony as he flew passed him slightly, “Come, come, sit! Have some tea that I just made. I would be delighted if you stayed for a while after all!”

And so without a single word, The 10 Pony played along and sat in the big, comfy chair with a hint of an accent to it. He plopped his fake pony ass on it and just kept his little grin, keeping an eye on Forrest as he too sat down on his couch. He still did not say a word either. From there, Forrest grabbed the hot tea pot with both of his hooves and poured some into his cup and The 10 Pony’s cup as well.

As he was doing this, Forrest struck up a conversation, “I don’t usually get many guests. And my friends don’t usually come up here, so this is a pleasant welcome for me to have you. I don’t usually drink tea. I’m more of an Iced Tea pony myself, but I think it’s nice to try new things.”

As Forrest was pouring The 10 Pony’s tea, he looked at him and asked him, “Would you like two sugar cubes with your tea?”

Forrest smiled as The 10 Pony just continued to sit there in silence, looking like a statue that was ready to kill at any point. But this didn’t seem to bother Forrest at first as he gave a slight chuckle to it.

Forrest said as he was grabbing some of the sugar cubes, “he he he… oh what am I asking for? You’re such a sweet guy after all that of course you would rather have four cubes of sugar!”

Forrest then grabbed four little cubes of sugar and plopped it into The 10 Pony’s tea. He then proceeded to grab two little cubes of sugar for him and plopped it into his teeth. He then relaxed his body muscles and picked up the tea somehow with his right hoof and said while trying to be as nice and as innocent as possible to his new guest.

Forrest said while taking tiny sips of his tea, “So… I hear you’re in the collecting business huh? Well, that sounds just wonderful! It sounds like quite the life. You know I have a nice little life of my own?”

The 10 Pony continued to grin in silence at Forrest like a predator eyeing its prey and making no sounds.

Forrest continued without making a comment about the unnerving silence, “Yeah I know. It’s a big deal to have a life. But it’s really nothing. It’s just little ol’ me… Forrest Fire. I don’t do anything important, and I don’t do anything bad either. I-In fact… I’m not even in debt. Not one thing I owe. Nope… not at all. Can you believe it?”

The 10 Pony was waiting for his moment to strike at Forrest. It could have been at any second.

Forrest went while smiling and gesturing towards him with his free hoof to try and talk to him, “So you know how those things go huh? Sad that if someone has to pay. But nope… not me… not me at all. I am perfect and innocent right here, and I did nothing wrong. Not one single thing. I am totally clean like my cum rag… I mean my rug… I meant to say my rug. I like to keep it nice and clean for my guests… which is YOU. In fact all of my guests can ask anything from me at all and I’ll do it because they are so wonderful and I cherish them so deeply as if they were a good friend of mine. I could help balance their check book. I could help them clean their gutters. I could perhaps even give them something that they really want. And in return I want nothing at all other than the complete and total silence of my home and my soul… I mean my sole of my winter boots of course. He he he… By the way, you have the nicest smile that I have ever seen… has anypony told you that?”

Forrest was starting to get somewhat nervous towards the end. He was starting to lose it and break down. He was blowing his cover. So he tried his best to save it at the last second, all the while looking at The 10 Pony, leaning in towards him and trying to be as friendly as he could. But still no response from him. Only the deadly silence. Forrest retrained his signature smile though, albeit, with a sense of nervousness attached to it. He even let out a gulp, thinking he may have fucked up somewhere along the way.

He was starting to sweat bullets. But The 10 Pony decided to let him have it all.

The 10 Pony said calmly and kindly towards to him as he slowly got up from his chair to overshadow Forrest, “Do you think for a moment that you can sway my mind from your little tea party? That’s… that’s really cute. The thing is, you can try to squirm all you want, but your soul and time is still mine at the end of the day. And you will be mine. And let’s face it Forrest, you’re bad at lying. Hell, you’re bad at being innocent.”

The 10 Pony started to get closer and closer to Forrest as he leaned in on towards him. As this was happening, Forrest started to become scared as he slowly back up and cowered deep into the couch as The 10 Pony towered him with a grin of evil intent. Forrest usually liked having adventures on his own where he felt like he could have some confidence within himself. But this was something he could not have an ounce of it to begin with. He seemed like he was fucked.

The 10 Pony continued on to say to him as Forrest folded his pony ears behind him, “We know that you’ve been stalking Rainbow Dash. That alone would get you put behind bars for life. But we also know you lie and cheat at times when you try to save your own ass. We also know all the pathetic shit that you do by yourself. And besides, you’re so weak, even a chicken shit eating loser can kick your ass. And the most offensive thing of all, you don’t even appreciate the life that you have. You’re too afraid to let yourself out and let others judge you. You want to remain hidden in these walls. Well guess what, you can’t do it. Reality says otherwise and will come and tear these walls down and make you join the rest of society. Either way, you signed a contract 11 years ago and now it’s time to pay the piper!”

As Forrest was cowering in fear and was pretty much in a fetal position on his couch, The 10 Pony briefly turned around and gently grabbed the cup of tea Forrest had made for him. He then brought it up to his face, took a tiny smell of it, and sipped like a gentleman and savored the taste from it.

The 10 Pony then rolled his eyes over to Forrest and said to him as he smacked his lips, “But I will say though, you do make a good cup of tea Forrest Fire.”

Forrest at the last second decided to make a maneuver that would partially ruin his home. But he didn’t care; he needed to get out as soon as he could.

So Forrest quickly got on all four of his pony legs while on his couch, arched his back like a cat, and yelled out, “Fuck this!”

So Forrest with wide eyes and a heart pumping with blood, he started to do signature move as he started to fly around in circles. He had hoped it would throw off The 10 Pony which of course it didn’t. But it would at least slow him down a little bit. As he quickly flew around in a tight circle inside his home, knocking things over left and right from picture frames to vases, he left a trailed of burning fire behind him. And after almost making a fire tornado, he bolted for his front door, crashing through it and zoomed past his home and towards my home without a word.

He knew where it was hypothetically safe at during these dire times. As for The 10 Pony, he was not amused, not shaken. He just stood there with a grin as he was sort of on fire. He calmly walked out of Forrest’s home and got up to the edge of the cloud and looked down.

He started to laugh like a villain from a cartoon as he said to himself, “Run my little rabbit… RUN! There is no place on this earth that is safe for you! Ha ha ha ha ha ha… he he he… he he…”

Then The 10 Pony started to sniff something from the air as he asked himself, “Is something burning?”

He then looked down at his left forearm and then noticed he was on fire.

His eyes lit up as he started to run around and panic, “Oh shit! I’m on fire! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! What is wrong with these ponies!?” He then tried to stop, drop, and roll. But he was on clouds and that made it a little harder to put out a fire. But where would he strike next you may ask?...

ARRELL’S PLACE:

Why at that fucker’s place of course! Well he isn’t a fucker. He’s more of a dick than anything. Jack’s the Asshole. Forrest is the faggot. Mac is the retard. Wolf is the comic relief. Neon is the devil, both metaphorical and literally in one case. And I’m the thing that keeps all of that together, otherwise known as cynicism as I’ve been told. I’d like to see myself as the only sane one and provide a voice of reason for the others, but hey, I’m not so wise myself I’ll admit. I literally burned down someone’s house once one night years ago.

I was drunk to be fair, but the guy had it coming of talking shit to me on the internet ok? I have that right as a Technicolor talking pony alright? Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, Arrell. Well Arrell’s place was doing just fine. No 10 Pony could be seen anywhere. However the skies were rather a bit ominous that day. It was a dark, ugly kind of gray. That kind of gray that you see almost like a tornado was coming.

That or a sign that god is pissed. Usually it’s both. Sometimes you shouldn’t shit talk about a black tornado or else it’s coming for you. But if you call the police in time, they might be able to put their knees on its neck or something. But it looked like that kind of sky; an ugly, god fearing sky that was ready to unleash whatever it wanted on to your face. And over by Arrell’s shed, Arrell himself was walking out of it with an angered look on his face as he was mumbling little words to himself.

He was saying slightly to him, “Those sons of bitches. I swear every time they have one of their fucking sacrificing parties, it drives up the electric and heating bill.”

As he was closing up the shed door, he was thinking to himself that he should maybe get back to his ‘against the laws of nature’ creatures that he had made and was keeping locked up in cage against their will by his home. Sure, they may have wanted to die, but he wasn’t going to let his little animal buddies die just like that. They would have to earn it first. After all, he needed them to fill a hole that me and the other guys couldn’t fill. Somewhere in his heart, there was a hole that needed to be filled. And who knows, maybe he needed to harvest one of their hearts to replace his own with, but who knows honestly. But as Arrell was ready to head back inside, he noticed that AssHat was outside and not inside.

Arrell had a look of curiosity on his face as he said while lightly lifting his front hoof up, “AssHat? What are you doing out here? This isn’t like you. Usually you’re in there getting ready for dinner. Unless… ”

Arrell had a look as if he was putting the pieces together. He started to look upward and noticed the ugly, dark, grey sky. He started to get a feeling in his gut that something was terribly wrong.

He said to himself, “That’s strange. The sky is awfully weird looking today. Something… feels wrong.”

Arrell then kept quiet, yet had a look of curiosity and fear formed on his face. He looked at AssHat, trying to figure it all out. He then started to scan the area; looking beyond the nearby trees and shrubs. But all he saw was the entrance into the Everfree Forest and nature being it’s normal self. As he was scanning, his eyes caught a figure off into the distance. However he didn’t think nothing of it at first until he had to double check it again.

He quickly looked back and saw a little figure, a pony figure off in the distance. Arrell tried to focus his eyesight on to it, but he couldn’t make it out. Yet, despite not being able to see it clear enough, deep down he knew what I was feeling as well. It was something terrible. Something he couldn’t prevent from happening. When the thought finally hit his head of who it was far away, he started to become scared.

He looked towards AssHat in fear as he said to him, “I always knew this day would come. Come on AssHat!”

Arrell then quickly swooped up AssHat with is right wing and ran straight for the cottage to prepare for what was coming with determination in his heart, yet fear in his mind. As for the figure off in the distance, it was who you were thinking of. And he had a big grin on his face. An uncanny valley kind of grin where it was unnatural and creepy to even look at it.

He wasn’t a pony after all. He only took the form of one. As for Arrell, he went inside, locked the doors and boarded it all up. He then quickly went over by the stairs, opened up a secret compartment and grabbed AssHat with his left hoof and placed him gently inside of it.

Arrell looked a little worried and a bit sad as he said to AssHat, “You’ll be safe here. I hope this will be over soon and we can eat tonight like how we planned. But don’t worry, I’ve got a plan. It isn’t much though. I didn’t have much time to plan, but hopefully it’ll be enough. But if I don’t make it back, then get the others and run into the Everfree Forest and never look back, you got that buddy?”

And for AssHat, he had heard what Arrell had said, but he was just a bunny and he just kind of fell over to one sight like a mute retard and didn’t do anything else. He was still breathing though, but still, he was just a bunny. He was probably just going to poop pellets and then eat it or something. But to Arrell it was enough as he smiled a little bit.

He then said to AssHat with a bit of hope in his voice and in his eyes, “It was nice knowing you too AssHat. I will make it out of this.”

He then took the cover for the secret compartment and put it back, while still leaving a crack big enough to give AssHat some air and some room to escape if need be. Once he was finished doing this, Arrell then had a look of determination on his face.

He knew he needed to face what was coming. In his mind, he knew he should have prepared more for his coming, but he was too busy with those fucking abominations that he called his animals. Hey, he still needed to make money somehow. But he ran out of time. So he had to go with what he had. So Arrell went behind one of the couches and grabbed out a big ol’ shotgun with the trigger being made in mind for a pony. It was heavy of course, so he had to grab it with both of his hooves. This meant he was standing on both of his back pony legs.

He then said to himself, “Come and get some you son of a bitch.”

He then cocked the gun and was ready for some action… until Arrell fucked it all up. The weight of the gun along with not being used to being on his back two legs made him lose his balance fairly quickly. Arrell then fumbled and fell on his pony ass that then made the shotgun go off and shoot off into the ceiling.

Pony legs are just not naturally supposed to be on their back legs for that long with that much weight to begin with, but Arrell didn’t seem to notice that part Instead, he just looked a little pissed as he moaned and groaned, “Damn it, that was my only shot. I knew I should have bought more from that cart traveling pony. Then again I’m not sure if these things would have worked. Oh well.”

Arrell then quickly threw the shot gun to the side and went straight for the door. He then slowly opened it up just a bit to take a little peek. He had a look of worry, wondering if he was any closer to him.

Sadly, he was not too far from him. Arrell quickly closed the door and said to himself in desperation while hanging his head low, “Damn it… he’s getting closer. I’ll just have to go with Plan B.”

Arrell then went to the kitchen and opened up one of the drawers by the ovens. From there, he went digging around where he put some miscellaneous things in like pens and note pads. And in there was a little metal box with a red button on it. He grabbed it and immediately pressed it. Nothing happened on the inside, but on the outside, a distraction occurred. The 10 Pony was quietly walking towards Arrell’s home, taking his sweet little time, knowing he’ll get what he wants. But as he walking, one of the trees nearby happened to explode and caught on fire along with a little bush right next to it. This of course caught The 10 Pony’s attention for a bit. He still had a smirk on his face, but was for the mean time distracted by it. Meanwhile, this was Arrell’s chance to get away and walk around The 10 Pony.

He had a look of worry; scared even. This was his only plan. However as Arrell was sweating bullets, he couldn’t help but feel that he had another plan. Plan C, but he never finished it. But he couldn’t remember it. As Arrell was trying to run and get around The 10 Pony, The 10 Pony was looking at the burning tree and bush. And to keep his attention, there was a little pre-recording device hidden nearby that spoke in Arrell’s attempt to talk in a deep, demanding voice.

His recorded voice said as it sounded like it was coming from the bush, “Yo it is me… the Burning Bush. I’m… I’m a burning bush. That means you need to listen to me. I know all and am all powerful. That makes me automatically better than you and I can kick your ass even without moving. So listen to me as I say you need to hear my words. So uhhh… Rule number one, I am your one and only god… a burning bush. I know all the secrets of the universe so you got to listen to me and worship me.”

The recording went on and on, but it was all to distract The 10 Pony from making it to Arrell. Whether or not it was keeping The 10 Pony’s attention away from Arrell, nobody knew. But his eyes and ears were on the burning bush and tree. As for Arrell, as his heart was pounding, he needed to make a small journey around The 10 Pony still. His land was a bit big, somewhat empty, so it did make him nervous. But surely the plan would keep The 10 Pony busy as he quietly ran behind him on the soft grass. Arrell was even starting to get a little confident by his plan as he was running past him, undetected and all. His ego was growing just by half an inch and he was liking it. However that would quickly go back down by half an inch as Arrell made the mistake of not remembering Plan C: Bear Traps.

Arrell had accidently stepped onto one of a number of bear traps that he had hidden along the field of his home in case The 10 Pony would ever come in the middle of the night. However he never finished it and he had forgotten all about it. This of course bit him back in the ass as he immediately let out a big scream as his front left hoof was caught. Arrell had only gotten a few good feet away from The 10 Pony before he got caught in it.

This of course got the attention of The 10 Pony as the bush was saying, “And this is my pal Treeie… he’s my bitch. Don’t fuck with him or else he’ll cut ya… He went to prison once…”

The 10 Pony looked over to Arrell and started to walk towards him. Arrell saw this and in fear tried to frantically try to get the bear trap open again. He was having a difficult time as he said, “Damn you Plan C!” Luckily for him however, he was able to get it to re-open and even reset it quickly. However it was too little, too late as The 10 Pony was right next to him. Arrell saw this and fell on his pony back and groveled a bit as his eyes were filled with the fear of death and his mouth agape. The 10 Pony didn’t have to say a single word to him. All Arrell had to do was look deep into The 10 Pony’s eyes and his uncanny like face to see that he was there for his life and his soul. It was ten metaphorical years after all. And The 10 Pony wanted that.

He wanted the time from them. He had spent the time and now he needed to pay his dues. But Arrell wasn’t ready yet. But time was not on his side. But what was on his side was a bear trap that he had just reset. It was literally right next to his right side. So at the last second, Arrell took his right hoof and grabbed a hold of the edges of the bear trap and used all his might to lift and swing it over to The 10 Pony.

Whether it hit him or snap at him, it didn’t matter. Arrell just threw it at him and took advantage of the three second delay that he would have to run away with a pain in his front left hoof. But it didn’t matter. He needed to get away as fast and as far as he could. As for The 10 Pony, the bear trap did snap and his front right hoof was caught in it, almost as if he tried to catch it as Arrell threw at it him. However it didn’t have an effect on him whatsoever.

In fact he didn’t feel any pain. It meant nothing to him. The fire may have, but the bear trap was like tickling him. And his little smirk that he had on only meant he was not done yet with Arrell. Same with Jack Mac, and Forrest as he was talking with them as well. There was only one left on his list to knock on the door…

NEON’S PLACE:

And so on to the final place. The final and last place on The 10 Pony’s little hit list. It was the Party Store that Neon resided in. And The 10 Pony stood in front as if he was going to massacre everyone inside like a shooter ready to go out Columbine style at a Popeye’s. And he was influenced by a skeleton hambone in a wheelchair and was groomed by him. Yeah, he was standing ominously like that outside of the Party Store like that as the wind gently breezed by him, slightly moving his coat and piece of paper that was poorly taped on to him.

And on his face, he still had the same stupid grin. So as Jack was getting a little visit, Mac was being stupid, Forrest was being stalked, and Arrell fending for his own life, The 10 Pony waited a few seconds to take in the moment from his final target. But after the few seconds had passed, he then started to walk towards the entrance of the shop. Once he made it to the door and let himself in, the little bell rang to let the one at the counter know a customer was inside. And behind the counter was no other than Mr. Sweet himself. While everyone had seemed to have disappeared around town, he was still there… for some reason; his wife too who still hadn’t left.

Once the old stallion saw The 10 Pony, he put on an old man smile and said the best he could, “Oh… what are you doing here you youngster? Looking for a party?”

The 10 Pony then said with a high grin on his face with a suspicious tone, “No. I’m not interested in any of your little parties or toys. I’m just here for the one named Neon Party. And I can make things very difficult if you don’t…”

Mr. Sweet then cut him off by saying, “Are you sure you don’t want to party here kiddo? Don’t worry, this shit legit.”

Mr. Sweet then proceeded to pull out a tray of various drugs from behind the counter almost like it was nothing.

Mr. Sweet then said to him while still retaining his eagerness to show off his assortments of drugs, “I’ve got the good stuff. This shit right here will blow your fucking mind. This cocaine right here… it is pure as you can get.”

Mr. Sweet then pointed with his left, shaky old hoof to the cocaine. However it wasn’t cocaine. It was purely just pills that were crushed up. More than likely it was just some anti-biotics or something. This was obvious as part of the pill was just sitting there, uncrushed. And right next to it, there was other pills along with what looked like actual heroin and a candy bar with both ends of it cut. The 10 Pony then started to get weirded out by this as his grin disappeared. He didn’t know what to say as he just stood there in awkward silence. He felt like he wanted to point out that the crack was just a crushed up pill, but he didn’t feel like correcting the old man.

Instead, Mr. Sweet went on to say to him, “Just one thing… you’re not a cop are ya? Because if you are, then we’re going to have a problem… ”

Mr. Sweet looked like he was ready to throw down at a WWE match in a Popeye’s that was about to be shot up with his look on his face.

However The 10 Pony said in a bit of a cynical tone, “Uhhh… no… no I’m not a cop… anymore… ”

The old stallion then said with a slight smile on his face, “Good… good… Hey, want to try some with me!?”

The old stallion then let his face fall down to the tray of drugs and started to try and snort all of it all in one go. He went crazy while moving his head from side to side like an animal while sniffing it all up through his nostrils. Once he was done having his share, he immediately threw his head straight back up. His glasses were crooked and he was shaking due to what he had just done to himself.

Mr. Sweet then asked The 10 Pony, “So what do you say kids, do you want to try some with old gramps?”

The 10 Pony just looked dead on confused as he then asked him, “Excuse me?”

Mr. Sweet then said to him, “Come on now. You can’t expect this old man to do all the blow by himself, do ya?”

What The 10 Pony didn’t know was from Mr. Sweet’s eyes, he was seeing once again the dead kids that he couldn’t save from The Great War. Still from his perspective everything being on fire with the smelling of burnt bodies and the many dead kids in front of him, looking all sad and wanting to see their mommas and their daddas again.

And one of the colts of the dead kids went up to him in a British voice and a completely burnt body and a cap, “Why Mister? Why did you let us die in the fire? You said you would save us from them? Why didn’t you protect us?”

But the old stallion was silent and ignored the ghost of his past.

He then said out loud instead with a bit of a tone in his voice, “Now that’s not how to act in front of an elder. Didn’t your Papa ever teach you different? Your papa should have beaten you silly. Why if I weren’t so kind, I would be one mean son of a bitch.”

The 10 Pony had no words and just squinted at him as he droned on and on with , “uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….”

However he decided to just say fuck it and said to Mr. Sweet while pointing up the stairs with his left hoof, “I’m assuming Neon is upstairs. I-I’ll just show myself upstairs… ”

However Mr. sweet didn’t care as he immediately went back to doing more of the imaginary drugs again. So as the old stallion was somewhere else mentally, The 10 Pony made his way up to the second floor of the store and into the hallway.

From there, he looked at the many doors before him, but made an educational guess as to which one was Neon’s with the slight blood stains on it. How did he know the blood was Neon’s you ask? He didn’t… but he figured, why the hell not right? From there, he went towards the wooden brown door, sat on his pony ass, and cleared his throat. From there, he put his little grin back on and was mentally ready to put back on the show.

He then raised his left hoof and proceeded to knock on the door, awaiting a response back. Instead, Neon was on his back two legs and opened the door with his right front hoof while looking a tad bit sinister in his eyes. But once he saw it was The 10 Pony his eyes didn’t become sinister anymore, almost as if he was expecting someone else. And from there, his pupils grew small compared to what it normally was; and went back to all fours and looked insane like he usually does.

Why was he like that to begin with? I don’t know. I can’t even look back and figure that part out for you. You’re just going to have to figure it out for yourself. But The 10 Pony didn’t see anything wrong with this. So as both were standing before each other, eye to eye, The 10 Pony felt like he had to introduce himself and tease Neon.

The 10 Pony said to Neon, “Hello Neon Party, your time is up and I have come to… ”

Neon then cut him off and said to him happily while tilting his head slightly to the side, “Collect?”

The 10 Pony was a bit taken back by this, but he shook it off quickly and said while trying to collect his mind, “Why yes… and I…”

Neon then cut him off once again as he then said to him happily, “To take me back? Chicken butt!”

The 10 Pony was then confused by his statements as he then asked Neon with a confused look, “W-What?”

Neon then seemingly started to grow a little bit taller as Neon stared back into The 10 Pony’s soul with anguish.

The 10 Pony noticed this as he then asked Neon with a bit of a scared sounding tone in his voice and worried eyes “Is there something happening to you or something?”

The room started to get bigger, yet darker. Neon started to grow taller before his very eyes, yet twisted that only a nightmare could only produce. And from The 10 Pony’s perspective, he was getting smaller as he felt Neon was getting closer and closer to him by the second. As Neon was not saying anything to him, yet getting awfully close to him, The 10 Pony folded his pony ears back as he increasingly become more and more afraid of Neon.

He started to hear the walls creak and crackle and the floor beneath squeaked as it twisted along the side with the rest of the room. He wasn’t sure what was happening or why he was seeing it like this, yet his body started to shake a little while his heart started to pound against his chest. He wasn’t sure what to do, yet he was frightened by something, and he never usually was. Yet no matter how much he looked around the hallway around him, nothing would give him comfort. It was all the way twisted and scary like one of his bad dreams late at night.

And whenever he looked back forward, all he saw was Neon getting even closer as he stretched out his neck while producing a more sinister smile than he ever could. And yet at the same time, Neon was growing taller and bigger than him. He was starting to sweat bullets as his thoughts raced through his mind; thinking this was a bad idea. At least that’s what it looked like on his face. It looked like he was starting to think to himself that this was a bad idea to try and collect Neon’s little soul today, even if it was due. Neon grew darker by the second with his eyes being pure white with a smile so innocent it became the most sinister like thing anyone could have seen in their lives. And as Neon’s face got as close as it could to The 10 Pony’s face as he was taken aback by it all.

Neon then said to him in a deep, toning voice of his slowly, “If you’re going to play with me and my friends… I’m going to play with you in my special play area. You’re going to the Sad Shack on the hill. Everything is Sad Sad Sad Sad Sad. You can’t run from being Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. It never gets dark there… ”

The 10 Pony had no words to say. He thought he was going to die there. And next thing you know in a blink of an eye, everything went back to normal. The room was back to its normal shape and lighting. Neon was back to his light green-ish self and smiling like how he always does. And he just stared at The 10 Pony like how he stares at me sometimes.

He then said to him like how he always does to everyone he sees, “I’m going to go and play with my friends now!”

Neon then skipped and galloped along the floor boards and down the steps and out the door to come and meet me at my home. Meanwhile though, The 10 Pony was still shaking with fear and even fell on his back, not knowing what to think or say it had seemed.

He then said out loud to himself, “What the fuck was that shit dude?”

BACK TO MY HOME…

And so it all comes full circle. The chicken comes back to its coop to roost. What goes around comes around. A snake starting to eat itself. A mother fucker fucking grandma… that makes sense, right? Well, if you couldn’t figure it out, everyone who was touched in the no-no place by The 10 Pony was making their way back to my little library home. Why? I don’t know. I don’t fucking know. Maybe because they have daddy issues and they see me as their ol’ Papa or something. But no really, I’m the leader and they looked to me to solve their problems sometimes.

And if not me, then it moves down to Arrell but he couldn’t shoot for shit half the time, so look who comes crawling back? Well not crawling, more like running but hey, it was all meant to be. And so as all of the guys were running back towards my direction, I was simply standing out in the middle of the living room with Wolf and sitting on my pony ass, talking to him. We really hadn’t moved from our spots too much.

We just got into a conversation and just got carried away with it. And soon before you knew it, the time passed very fast. And what seemed like ten days for a few adventures ends up being ten years. Even if it means ten metaphorical years, time goes by fast and if you blink, you’ll miss it. And usually you never appreciate it. That’s why in the next ten metaphorical years, I either need to burn it all down or… maybe learn to love the things that I have. Either way, we were still fucked.

The living room was still a mess from what I had made and the door was locked to prevent The 10 Pony from entering. And neither of us knew how much longer it would be before it was safe for us to go back outside. But that didn’t stop us from distracting our minds and help pass the time.

I was talking to Wolf while remaining chill and shit, “I’m just saying you shouldn’t be leaving your shit all over the kitchen counter. That is where food goes.”

Wolf then was trying to get snarky with me as he looked at me with a slight annoyed look and said, “This is my home too you know. I should be able to put whatever the hell I want on that counter top.”

I started to get annoyed with as I continued to say to him, “I told you already. It’s a mess and if you don’t clean it up, ants are going to come in and ruin the rest of the fruits and other shit we have on there.”

Wolf then said while moving his right wooden paw in exaggeration, “Ants? What the fuck does my weed and my stuff from the flea market have to do with ants?”

I then said to him while raising my right hoof, “I’m just saying that the smell of the weed is going to attract ants and then it’s going to ruin everything else. I don’t want to have to go and buy more fruit and shit.”

Wolf then said back to me like a prick, “Why the hell do you even have food out in the open on the counter like that? I-It’s just stupid. The fruit is going to go bad anyways in like a week. I mean I’ve seen those bananas rot in like five days. You barely eat it. And I don’t even touch that garbage. W-Why are we wasting our monthly finances on this stuff?”

I then explained to him while trying to remain mellow to him, “I just want it to look nice when we have guests over. And if the guests want to have a banana, then they can have a banana.”

Wolf was really starting to get annoyed with me as he then said, “What guests? We don’t have guests over. We just have the guys whenever they burst through the door or some other asshole comes fucking up our shit. My shit especially.”

I then said to him while being slightly annoyed with Wolf, “Well it’s not just about you, is it? And besides, maybe I need it for my own health. I-I get leg cramps sometimes when I sleep at night and usually I just need some potassium and need to drink water because of that. So I need it for my health. And you should eat it too for your health.”

Wolf then said to me snarly, “I don’t get leg cramps.”

I then said to him while slightly raising my head up towards him, “Oh I beg to differ.”

Wolf then raised his right wooden arm at me and sort of yelled at me, “I’m made of fucking wood Knight! I sometimes don’t feel anything because of it! Look at my fucking wooden arm Knight! Look at it!”

I then said to him calmly, “You know, I see a wooden arm, but I don’t hear politeness coming from your voice. I think you’re being too loud. You don’t have to scream, I am five feet in front of you.”

Wolf then gave me a cynical sigh while hanging his head down a little bit while shaking it.

He then looked back up at me and he then said, “Fuck you Knight.”

I then said to him while slightly raising my head up at him again, “Hmmm… fuck you too.”

And then all hell broke loose as we heard a loud knock coming from the door. We both stiffened our backs while our eyes became wide and alerted to the sound of knocking on the door. The hairs, assuming Wolf had any that is, stood on our backs and our hearts started to get pumping in fear. Could it have been The 10 Pony? Perhaps someone had came to rescue us from our desperate turmoil? Or something more sinister was lurking behind that door.

Either way, we didn’t know how it was. It was either of our guesses. We didn’t know who or WHAT was behind that wooden door of ours. We thought it could be the end of us. So many frightening ideas were passing through our minds like it was nothing. I mean, what could it be? Who could it be? Was this it for us? Was this the end of the road for us? We had a good run I guess. But all of that was quickly shot down as soon as we heard the first word that came from the other side of the wooden door.

It was Jack and he yelled out in desperation towards me, “Knight, quick! Open up the door! Please!”

My eyes were still wide when I heard his voice, but my mind started to be at ease once I realized who it was.

Once my body calmed and my muscles were no longer tensed up, I said out loud, “Oh… it’s just Jack. Hold I’m coming…”

As I had gotten up from my pony ass and was about to go to the door to let Jack in, Wolf stretched out his right wooden arm with wild eyes as he said out to me quickly, “Wait! What if this is a trick by him!? What if he’s trying to imitate Jack’s voice!?”

As I looked back at him, I realized Wolf for once made a point as I stopped in my tracks and sat down back on my pony ass.

I then made that look of realization on my face as I said to Wolf and the “Jack” knocking at my door, “Oh, yeah right. That’s a very good point… huh… YOU’RE NOT FOOLING US! SO YOU CAN JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE!”

Even though it was really the real Jack at the door, he still yelled out to me in desperation, “Please! It’s the real me Knight! I’m not him. Just please let me in!”

I then looked over to Wolf with a curious, yet compassionate face as it did sound like him. I was starting to think he was the real Classy Jack. However Wolf had a tampered look on his face as he silently shook his head at me.

I then turned back to the door with a bit of anger in my eyes and on face while saying to Jack, “Not happening you fake Jack! You’re not coming in so just go bother somebody else for once!”

Jack then said to me in annoyance, “OH COME ON! IT IS REALLY FUCKING ME YOU ASSHOLES! IS THIS FUCKING KARMA FOR ALL OF THE TIMES THAT I’VE BEEN AN ASSHOLE… HUH!? WHY IS IT SO FUCKING IORNIC!?”

I then looked back to Wolf behind me thinking that it might have been him. However Wolf still shook his head towards me.

Wolf then simply said to me, “It might be him Knight, but he may have taken Jack hostage! Don’t let him in. He’s just using Jack to get to us. Don’t show any signs of weakness, even if it means letting Jack take one for the team.”

I then had a small smile form on my face as I looked back at Wolf as I said to him, “Wow, you’re really thinking here for once Wolf. I wouldn’t have really thought of that. Good job man.”

Wolf then said in a snooty type of way while inspecting his wooden left paw, “Well I do have a higher intellect than most of those primitive creatures in the Everfree.”

I just rolled my eyes at him when he said that. Just for the record, Wolf and his Timber Wolf kind likes to eat their own shit when the conditions are right. Don’t even ask me how pieces of wood defecate. They just somehow do. But I do suppose to a certain extent, he had a high intellect of some kind compared to others… if you were comparing to a bunch of filthy, good for nothing Tiny Hippos that is. Oooooooo… that would only make sense to me… not you…

Anyways I rolled my eyes at Wolf as I looked back at the door and said out to Jack with a pretty straight forwardness in my tone, “Uhhh, yeah! What Wolf said Jack! You’re staying out there! Sorry there Jacky boy!”

Jack then yelled out from outside our door, “WHAT THE FUCK!? I’M NOT EVEN BEING HELD HOSTAGE AND YOU WOULD JUST LET ME DIE EVEN IF I WAS!? THAT’S FUCKED UP MAN!”

I then pointed out to Jack comically, “Wouldn’t you let Forrest be left outside to die if you were in my shoes?”

Jack then was silent for a second before he responded back to me. It had seemed like he had to think that one over for a second.

After a brief moment of silence towards me, he then said again calmly this time, “Yeah… you know what… maybe. I would maybe do that. That does sound like what I would do. But on second thought I would save him… ”

I got a little curious as to what he would mean by that as I raised my right eyebrow up.

I looked back over to Wolf for a brief second and I then asked Jack while slightly raising my left hoof up from the ground, “And why would you do that Jack?”

Jack then took a second of silence before he responded back to me with, “ … Because who else would I talk to or call a faggot. I mean, what are friends for am I right? Speaking of which… YOU SHOULD DO THAT RIGHT FUCKING NOW AND LET ME IN!”

I then started to get a little antsy with Jack and asked him while moving a bit back and asked him, “I don’t know… why should I? What have you ever done for me?”

Jack then said through the door, “Oh come on! We’re friends! I’ve done a lot of things for you… like… uhhh… Look, it doesn’t matter! What matters is what would Princess Celestia would say to you if you let one of your friends die!? What letter would you write to her then?”

I then put my right hoof to my face as I rolled my eyes back, thinking about it. I hummed a little bit to myself for a few seconds.

When I was done, I looked back at the door and said to Jack, “Well I would be doing what I usually do and just write some lies… she doesn’t really read it how I write it anyways.”

Jack then took a second to respond to my comment as he said to me in a bit of surprise tone, “Really? This entire time? With everything we have done so far?”

I then said back to Jack, “Well not everything. Only the important details that I am forced to do against my will as the Universe makes me repeat everything from Season One of Friendship is Magic. And somehow we’re not even halfway through yet despite it being ten metaphorical years. And yet I haven’t gone insane yet and desperate to gather the courage, get a shotgun, and blow my brains all over the wall and letting sweet death take me already. And yet somehow all of those old memories feel like are being re-written as we speak which makes me even more insane as we’re talking. And the most damnest thing, I foresee an endless sea of shit that we still have yet to do. And if not in this timeline, then the next. So to sum it up, only the things that she needs to know… for now that is… ”

Jack then took like ten seconds to respond back to me as he was then greatly confused by my words towards him.

He then yelled out, “What!? What the fuck does that all mean!? Friendship is Magic!? Season One!? The hell are you talking about Knight?”

I then said to him, “You wouldn’t get it Jack… it’s uhhhh… it’s a circle jerk thing only between me and Wolf.”

I then looked to Wolf with a glum face on as Wolf smiled back at me while trying to give me a thumbs up the best he could with his wooden left paw. I then looked back to the door with a low grunt in my voice.

Jack then said back to me, “Oh… well I get that then! I’ve done that before to some ponies back in my day. It isn’t gay though is it?”

I then said, “No… no it’s not. Although I think Wolf tires to make it kinky every now and then to satisfy his addiction.”

Wolf then looked offended as I looked back at him.

Wolf leaned in a bit towards my direction as he said to me, “Hey! It is not an addiction. It’s a fetish! And we all have them.”

I then turned my body while sitting on my pony ass towards him while saying to Wolf while being slightly annoyed towards him, “Wolf, you have a problem. And one of these days you’re going to need an intervention. And I swear to god it isn’t going to be me cleaning your puke from your hangover when it happens the morning of; let alone me being the one taking you to rehab.”

Wolf then said back to me while placing his left wooden paw on his wooden chest, “I’m offended Knight. How could you think so low of me that I would go to rehab? I am better than that. I would just go and live with the other hobos over in Hobo Alley and just get high with them until I start seeing the demons.”

I asked Wolf with a raised right eyebrow and curiosity in my voice, “You see demons when you take drugs?”

Wolf then calmly said while placing his left wooden paw down back on the ground, “Oh yeah, like almost all the time. And they all come in different shape and sizes, sometimes when I’m all alone and in the dark.”

I then asked Wolf, “Is that like what you get with sleep paralysis or something else?”

Wolf then said back to me, “Oh no, it’s about roughly the same. But most of the time I just ignore the demons. I know it’s all in my head after all. But sometimes they get to me when I have taken too much of the drugs… mostly heroin. Sometimes crack cocaine. But never with the weed. They usually go away with that. But the demons say they swear they’ll get me when I least suspect it. Yet they never do… ”

Wolf then proceeded to raise his left wooden paw up and knock on his wooden head to sort of show off and point out the obvious. He then put his left wooden paw back down on the ground.

I then said back to him, “Wait a minute… you’re made out of wood… how the hell do you even get sleep paralysis?”

Wolf then looked a tad bit annoyed with me when I asked that.

He just looked stern with me as he said, “Why is it that you ask that type of question and assume it’s because I’m made out off wood? I am made out of more… you know… like a heart… ”

I then made a small smile at him and said, “Yeah a wooden one.”

I then chuckled a bit. Wolf then leaned in forward as if he was going to bite my head off and said, “Hey, I’ll have you know it’s made out of OAK you son of a bitch. And to answer your question, I get sleep paralysis just like any other pony and that’s through being wasted and whenever the wood wants to be stiff… mostly in the morning though… ”

I then chuckled at that and said to Wolf, “Ok, but what about cramps? Do you get leg cramps… Wolf?... ”

Wolf then calmed down a bit and said to me, “Well not really. I feel a little something down there at times, but nothing serious… What about you?”

I then said back to him in a mellowed out state of mind, “Oh I uhhh… I don’t usually get sleep paralysis, or at least I don’t see anything that is. Usually I can’t move when I’m dreaming and I try to wake up, yet can’t at times. Then I get scared a little and then I wake up. And I do get cramps, some really bad ones too… but only if I sleep on my back. So I have to sleep either on my side or stomach to keep that shit away, you know?”

Wolf then said back to me, “Oh… well have you been drinking enough water? I heard that helps keep the cramps away.”

I then said to him while slightly moving my right pony forearm, “I-I-I feel like I’ve been getting enough water in my system on a daily basis. My pee is a little yellow still though, but I think I do enough to stay healthy.”

Then Jack rudely interrupted our conversation as he yelled out loud to the both of us, “WILL SOMEPONY JUST FUCKING OPEN THE DOOR YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!? I’M GOING TO GET KILLED OUT HERE!”

I then sighed and turned around heading for the door and said, “Alright. Alright. Alright. I’m coming. No need to be rude Jack. I guess we’ll let you in.”

I walked to the door calmly while rolling my eyes, taking my sweet ol’ time and just casually embracing the situation at hand… hoof… whatever… So I got to the door, and as soon as I unlocked it and turned the door knob, I was then quickly pushed out of the way to my right side as the door swung wide open. As soon as Jack saw his opening, he immediately rushed and charged right on in while he breathed heavily and his heart beating rapidly. His eyes were filled with absolute terror and he acted like he couldn’t get through my door faster.

As soon as he rushed past me, I gave a look of annoyance as I said underneath my breath, “Well that was fucking rude.”

I then went and did what Jack was supposed to do regardless if he is scared or not and closed and locked the door behind him. As for Jack, he ran and then slowed down and stopped in the middle of my living room; essential taking my spot where my pony ass was sitting at. He sat there on his pony ass, trying to catch his breath while being a bit hunched over. As soon as I was done locking the door, I went ahead and joined the guys, with a look of annoyance and cynicism still on my face.

I asked Jack as I was walking back to them, “What’s the rush with you Jack?”

Jack looked angry at me as he pointed at me with his right hoof, “Don’t you know what the hell is out there!? I could have died because of you!”

I then said as I got close to him and sat my pony ass down, “First off, you don’t need to yell. And second, yeah… I know. That 10 Pony guy right? He stopped by earlier trying to get in here.”

Jack looked at me, still pissed off, and tried to take that all in.

After a couple of seconds, he got a little antsy with me and yelled, “WHAT!? You knew about it and you didn’t do anything to stop him!? I could be dead right now because of you!”

I then said to him with a slight sigh and a rolling of the eyes and a tone in my voice, “Yeah, but you’re not dead are you? So stop bitching and just relax will ya? It’s not like I could have done anything to stop him. I was the one trying to stay as far away as I could from him.”

I then started to get up from my pony ass and walked to the kitchen. As I was doing this, Jack was following me with his eyes as his mane was a bit of a tangled mess and he looked a tad bit tired in his eyes, yet still pissed with me.

He then yelled while holding his right hoof of his the air a bit below his face, “My bitching!? MY BITCHING!? How about you try to use your magic or whatever and trying to warn me huh?!”

I then asked him while my back was turned to him as I went into the kitchen near the bananas to grab a fresh one from a bunch, “Oh please Jack. I might have powerful magic on par with Celestia, maybe even more than that, but that doesn’t mean I have a spell to everything. Besides, what did he try to do except try to take your soul or whatever? Surely you could have just locked yourself in your home, preventing him from coming in, right?”

I then went ahead and took a banana with my magic and tried to peel it. But the son of a bitch was a little too fresh and it was a little hard to pull it apart. But I got it eventually with enough of a struggle.

Meanwhile, Jack just kept eyeing me like a savage dog and told me while I was trying to have a healthy snack, “Of course I didn’t! I didn’t know who the fuck it was knocking on my door! I was going to rip him a new one! But then he threatened to report my tax evasion schemes and second apartment. What else was I supposed to do?”

Jack during his little rant started to hang his head low and keep his eyes on the ground. His tone started to go down a bit as I slowly chewed on my banana, eyeing him with cynicism in my eyes.

Jack continued to go on and say to me with a little bit more of a nicer tone in his voice while still looking quite pissed, “I didn’t know where else to go. I didn’t even see anypony else around. It’s like everypony vanished and I got… a little scared. Scared that my other pet was going to be taken away from me and… you’re the only one who I knew who could help me and all.”

I then said while still chewing on the nice, soft, shmushy banana in my mouth while turning my head to the left side and raising my left pony arm, “What was that Jack? I didn’t quite catch that part?”

Jack, while still hanging his head low, said a little louder to my ears, “I said you’re the only one who I can count on to help me out and… ”

Jack had looked up and had a look between annoyed and pissed as he stopped and noticed I was eating a banana.

He just watched me for a couple of seconds hearing me chew and smack on the banana and he asked me, “Are you eating a fucking banana in a time like this?”

I then said as I continued to smack down on the mushy banana in my mouth with a bit of a mellow tone in my voice, “Yeah… you want one?”

Jack for some reason looked even more pissed at me now. As far as I could tell from looking at his thoughts, he didn’t like me interrupting him and his little sob story with me eating a banana. He wanted my full attention to his problem, especially when he was spilling his heart out for me. Awwww… but then the banana ruined it for him I guess.

But that was all taken to the side for a bit as our heads were turned immediately when we heard another knock coming from my door. Jack and Wolf both had a look of curiosity on their face while I had an annoyed look on my face. Hey, it was the second time already this morning. How many times to I have to keep opening the fucking door? And after the knocking went on for a few seconds, a few seconds too long that was a bit awkward, a voice came through the other end.

It was no other than Mac as he said out loud in a slight drunken tone, “Hey uhhh… guys… do you think you can open the door… or something?”

And then he belched disgustingly through the door to the point where I could even smell his alcohol filled breath. I then gave out a loud sigh because I had to stop eating my banana.

I then put the banana down on the kitchen counter, swallowed my nice, soft, shmushy banana, and said out loud to Mac through the front door, “Fine! I’m coming Mac!”

But then Jack with a look of worry on his face put his right front hoof in front of me and urged me, “Wait! Don’t open it! It could be that 10 Pony guy trying to mimic Mac! We can’t trust him Knight.”

I then stopped in the middle of my track and looked at him with frustration and said, “Oh come on! I let you in didn’t I? Why can’t I let Mac in?”

Jack then went on to say to me with a look that was threatening towards me as he leaned in a bit towards my direction, “Don’t you dare fucking open that door Knight. Or else…”

I then smirked at him and asked with a side glance on my face, “Oh yeah, and what ‘else’ is that? You’re going to beat me up or something?”

Jack then said as he leaned in a bit more forward while gritting his teeth, “I mean it Knight. Don’t open that fucking door. It’s just us and us only.”

I then said to Jack with still a smirk on my face towards him, trying to troll him kind of, “Awww… but he’s your friend Mac. Don’t you want to save your friend from danger like how I saved you from danger… BUUUUUUUUDDY?”

Jack then yelled out as he lunged forward for me, “That’s it! Come here you son of a bitch! I’ll take you on with just my hooves!”

But thankfully Wolf was looking out for me as he came rushing in, grabbed a hold of Jack’s back legs with his wooden paws and tried his best to hold him back.

As he was holding him back for me while I was taken a bit back myself while holding my right pony arm slightly up, Wolf said to Jack, “Woah Woah Woah there Jacky boy. We don’t need to be getting kinky just yet.”

I took this as an opportunity to go and open the door, not fearing that The 10 Pony was on the other end, else Mac would have been saying something different or whatever. So I gave a slight nod to Jack and my smirk still and went to the door and opened the door to let Mac in.

And unlike how rude Jack was, Mac calmly walked right on in and greeted me with a drunken smile and said, “Howdy Knight! How ya’ll doing in here?”

He then walked in, I nodded back while smiling, and closed and locked the door behind him.

I then responded back to him with, “Oh we’re doing just fine in here Mac. See Jack, he came in just fine UNLIKE YOU!”

Mac walked in further into my home while Wolf and Jack both calmed down. I had my little smile still on my face and I went and walked and stood right next to Mac.

Mac then looked a little drunkenly confused as he asked me, “What’s going on here? Some kind of weird queer party or something?”

I then turned my head and looked at him while he looked at me and said, “Nah, Jack was just being an asshole like usual.”

Mac then said, “Ahhhhh… so everything is normal like usual.”

I then said to him while nodding my head, “Yup.”

Mac then said as he turned his body towards me and sat down on his pony ass, “Well that sounds all good like a hoedown and I sure would like to join myself but uhhh…”

Mac then belched a nasty breath as my nose sequenced up a bit by the stench of it all.

Mac continued to say to me, “I came here to ask you something… what was it?...”

He had to stick his tongue out and think about it for a minute as he rolled his eyes up to his head and place his left hoof on his chin.

After a seconds of waiting, he then said to me with a small drunken smile formed on his face, “Ahhh… that’s right. Knight, do you have some of those fancy law books or something in the library? And do you mind like… representing me in court? Cause this weird virgin fuck came up to me while I was trying to teach my little brother a lesson in manners and he said I owed him something because it’s been ten years or something. And I don’t think that’s right? So do you think you could be a pal and defend me in the courts or whatever it is?”

My little smile then disappeared and it was replaced with disappointment. But it was Mac, what else did I expect from him? I started to return to my cynical ways as the thoughts started going through my mind that this is never going to end and that everything will always be the same with these guys. And perhaps I will never get a break from it either. But in a way, that isn’t a bad thing. It just means that everything goes into a loop that goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on with no break in sight.

It’s a loop that CAN’T be broken. But hey, what did I have to lose? I was stuck with them, so I might as well make the best of it… right? Well I still have the right to bitch about it if I want to. I’m still technically an American citizen from Earth, my first amendment right still counts and will hold up in a court of law outside of that zone. The other guys though… well I guess they can have their rights too. I guess they can drink from the same water fountain that I drink from. It could be worse. I could make them sit in the back of the bus.

Anyways, I just gave Mac a look that I usually give him whenever he had one of his antics or his episodes, or his personal episodes. And sometimes it was a look exclusive to him.

I sat there on my pony ass while giving him the look and said to him, “Mac… are you drunk again?”

Mac then said while he was swaying a bit from side to side and looking a little woozy and belching a bit, “Why? Does it look like I have been drinking? I coulda sworn I drunk some of my apple cider that I made from my apples?”

I then said to him while putting my right pony arm forward to try and hold him still, “You don’t make apple cider Mac. Last time you tried to make some, you ended up cutting the testicles off of some bulls and other innocent little animals and grinding it with some dead road kill you found on the side of the road… and then you said it was for the kids… and you gave them an unknown disease that the doctors still don’t have a cure for.”

Mac then lazily closed his eyes while swiping his right hoof in front of me and swaying a bit more while saying to me, “Pfffft… that ol’ thing? That was just a mistake! It was just a small little boo boo…”

I then said to him with a straight face, “Fifty kids are dead now.”

Mac then proceeded to do the same thing again by closing his eyes loosely and throwing his right hoof at me while saying, “Pffft… so what? They would have turned to drugs anyways at some point and ruined society even more by demanding a revolution that will never come and then end up blaming everypony for their problems or something. I did society a favor. I’m the REAL HERO here! Now where’s my medal?”

I just stared at him blankly without saying a single word to him. That’s all you need to know while he smiled back at me very drunkenly.

After a few seconds of silence passed us and Mac resumed to sway a bit back and forth, I then got the courage to tell him while pointing my right pony hoof towards Jack, “Why don’t you join him over there and try to keep him company. He’s a little on edge because he saw Applejack and needs some therapy.”

Mac’s face lit up when I said Applejack and he looked a little worried.

He said to me while leaning in a bit forward, “Really?”

Mac then looked over to Jack who was grunting a little bit towards my direction, knowing I was only going to annoy him some more.

Mac then said to Jack with a concerned look on his face, “Don’t worry Jack! I know just the thing to help you face your fears with Applejack!”

Mac then belched again while he was slowly, drunkenly making his way over to Jack with a warm and welcoming smile. And as he was walking back to Jack, I jerked a bit as my eyes went from disappointed to slightly annoyed.

I raised my right pony hoof to my mouth just a bit and then pointing to Mac while saying out loud to Mac, “And just for the record, I wouldn’t represent you in court Mac. I don’t know anything about law, I don’t have any law books (I think…), and I’m ninety nine percent sure you would lose your court cases anyways. Not that it matters, you always seem to skip out of those thing and get away scotch free anyways.”

I then shook my head in disappointment as Mac seemed to have ignored my comments about him and his little lawyer question. But if I’m being honest here, if it came down to it, I guess I wouldn’t mind covering for Mac in a court of law. He would still lose though, but I’d least try to make it look like I’ve got his back. Not out of being an asshole, but out of pity and regret. Hey, we all get like that sometimes. You do it whenever you try and help old granny cross the street or direct a blind man in the right direction. That and to get that sweet clout if you have a woman in front of you. Got to earn those simp points somehow… even if it means dying on the inside.

Anyways… Mac went over to try and comfort Jack even though he was silently screaming on the inside and looked like he wanted to rip my throat out. Hey, I don’t blame him, I can be a little dick sometimes, but it’s for a good reason. The reason is… because I wanted to do. So I started to walk towards the front door to check and lock the door back up with a look of cynicism on my face. As I was doing so, Wolf walked up a little bit towards me while Mac was drunkenly mumbling to Jack and not paying any attention to me. Jack was busy trying to pay attention to Mac as he slightly patted him on the back all with a drunken smile of encouragement.

As Wolf walked slightly towards me, he said with a curious look on his face, “Do you think the others are ok Knight?”

I then said as I continued towards the door, stood in front of it and locking it, and then quickly afterwards facing Wolf, “Well hopefully they are. But even if they are, I assure they’re not coming through here. We already took risks with these two and the next time it might be him trying to fool us. We can’t be tricked.”

Wolf started to look a bit concern as he asked me and he tilted his head slightly to the side as he sat down on his wooden ass, “But… they’re our friends. Shouldn’t we be worried about them?”

I then closed my eyes and had a small smile form on my face while I waved off Wolf with my right hoof and said, “Relax Wolf. You worry too much. If I know these guys well enough, they’ll be just fine. And they should have no need to be worried and any of them knocking on the door and worrying if it’s 10 or not.”

I then looked firmly at Wolf with confidence in my eyes, assuring him the other guys were safe. And I wasn’t worried either. In my mind, I was content with that the other three would be a-ok. And then within a span of two seconds, I heard the sound of a speeding bullet that was on fire coming from a mile away. And with being too slow to react in time or even being able to question it, it all hit like a train crash out in the middle of nowhere that you get stuck in for five episodes, but it takes you 8 years for you to get out of. Maybe more, but I’m speculating.

What happened was that in a blink of an eye, Forrest came crashing and flying through my door, breaking off of its hinges and taking me down with him. And of course partially around the door was on fire as well since Forrest had a Fireboom. And Forrest had his right arm out in front like how a super hero would have it, along with a look of being frightened by something. And as he crashed into the door, I was dragged along the floor as Forrest had lost his footing with his wings. We both collided into each other like rocks in a landslide. As we tumbled together with the momentum that Forrest had, we then crashed into Jack and Mac as they minded their own business and didn’t see it coming too. And since Wolf was right behind them, he was taken too by the force of energy that was Forrest.

Of course this all ruined some of the nice furniture that I had as well (R.I.P. furniture) as Forrest’s energy from his crash didn’t stop until we all hit a wall and we all hurt ourselves. After Forrest had finished crashing and screaming a little bit, we were all laid out like a car wreck. I was on my pony ass while Forrest was on his stomach dazed and confused.

Mac was on his head while Jack was knocked out for a couple of seconds before he got up all pissed and shit. And for Wolf, well if it wasn’t for the fact that he was also kind of magic himself I guess, he would be in pieces and I would have to put himself back together. But you’d be surprised to know that wolf can hold himself together pretty well. You’d think he would fall into little pieces like the rest of his kind, but just like his liquor, he can’t be stopped. And so as we are all moaning and groaning from the surprise attack that Forrest had given us, I was rubbing my head with my right pony hoof as I held myself up with my left pony hoof as I’m pretty sure he hurt me in my head too.

Forrest then said as he laid there as he was groaning in pain too, “Uhhh… sorry guys… I meant to stick the landing… ”

Forrest let his head plop on the ground to rest it as he remained a bit dazed and confused. I was wanting to say some words to Forrest like how Jack would be doing if he wasn’t taken out so quickly like that. But before I could even give Forrest the stinky eye, guess who else came in?

That’s right… it was Jeff… That’s right, it was good ol’ Jeff. Such a swell guy. He’s a good ol’ buddy of mine. Good ol’ Jeff was there from the very beginning and you didn’t even know about it. Everybody likes Jeff. Oh wait a minute… sorry, I have appeared to be looking at a different universe. Huh… I could have sworn I remembered him… Well my bad.

The one who really came in was Arrell. And he came walking in with a limp on the hoof that he struck on by the bear trap.

He was hopping almost like an injured puppy as he kept whimpering quietly to himself, “Ow… ow… ow…”

He didn’t seem to take much note of Forrest crashing into my lovely home. He just looked like he was in pain, but also scared as well.

As soon as he came walking in and through the frame of the door, he asked me directly, “Ow… hey Knight… Ow, can you maybe, ow, let me stay here for a bit. Ow… someone is, ow… chasing… ow…”

He was cringing his teeth and trying to hold it all together as he walked towards me. All I had to say was nothing as I just stared at him as he got to the crash site.

And once he was close enough, about like three quarters of the way there, he looked a bit confused as he then asked me, “What happened here?”

And then last but not least was Neon as he just came waltzing on in like it ain’t shit. He just trotted on in with his creepy smile like usual and his small pupils and just walked right in front of me. None of us said a word and me and Arrell just watched Neon as he came up to me. When he then made it and stood right in front of me, we just stared at each other in our eyes for a few awkward seconds.

I then finally broke the awkward silence by asking him with a cynical look on my face, “The hell do you want?”

Neon then lowered his head to my level and said to me, “I just blew up fifty chickens in Iran!”

And then he raised his head back up and joined the others wallowing on the floor almost as if he was a part of it, but just keeping his smile on like usual.

I kept my eyes on him the entire time that he did that and just said underneath my breath, “Of course you did…”

Jack then got up about halfway from the ground and looked over to Forrest as he then looked like he wanted to tear HIS throat out.

He then shook his left hoof at him as he said, “The fuck did you do that for you fucking faggot!?”

Forrest then tried to push himself up from the ground and looked over to him with a sorry looking face and he said, “I’m sorry! But I was in a hurry. There was someone after me and I didn’t know where to go. He said my time was up and I didn’t know what to do and… ”

Jack then cut him off quickly and said with a curious look on his face by raising his left eyebrow, “Wait, you too?”

Mac then looked a little pissed too as he got up onto his pony ass and he said, “Hey… me too! He was trying to rip me off!”

Mac was still in his drunken sort of state, but slowly returning to his usual self by the second.

Arrell then had a slight surprised look on his face as he pointed to the guys with his left hoof, “You guys too?”

Neon then blurted out while rolling on what used to be my nice floor, “Me six!”

I then had to shut them all up as I then said in a cynical, yet annoyed tone in my voice, “Huh hey guys… you know the door is no longer there right?”

And then we were all fucked as at the same time as we all stared at the gaping open door way that used to be covered with an actual door to protect mostly me; The 10 Pony then finally arrived with a big grin on his face.

And as he did with no words, all the guys said in unison except for me, “IT’S HIM!”

Arrell was especially scared as he stepped backwards but then due to his bad hoof, he stumbled, tripped and fell backwards and landed right next to me. And without hesitation, everyone else except for Wolf; he just sat there on his wooden ass slightly away from us; all got the same idea and decided to huddle around me like it was their last dying wish. All of them including Jack, but not for Neon, had a scared look on their faces.

The scared looks as if death was right there; ready to take them to the afterlife. And they all huddle together around me while getting close to one another as if I was an anchor that wasn’t going to go. The entire time, I just sat there not really caring anymore. I was pretty much just there with a cynical look on my face mixed with a mellowed outlook, pretty much wanting for death to take me already. I didn’t want to deal with this stuff anymore. But that’s just how I looked. I still cared deep down. It was just all so fast though.

However as all the guys were surrounding me; Wolf just looked at us with a slight smile on his face and said in a straight tone of voice, “Gay.”

Jack just gave him a stink eye when he looked back at him. And as all the guys were shivering in fear right next to me, The 10 Pony then started to walk towards us slowly, as if he was teasing us and toying with our minds.

He said to us, “Well well well. Looks like this will be a lot more easier for me today. You are all here, ready for the pickings all in one go. How nice and thoughtful for you all. This will make it all go so easier and faster for me. What a nice and convenient day it has been for me… ”

But then The 10 Pony stopped in his track and had a look of discretion on his face as he then said sort of to himself, “Well… except for those two others that I tried to get into contact with earlier today…”

At first when he had said that, I was confused about who, but then it dawned on me who it was, especially as of now as of writing this little journal entry to you guys.

EARLY IN TK’S HELL…

So first up, while The 10 Pony was dealing with the other guys, The 10 Pony managed to find TK in his little hell hole outside of the universe, all the while still maintaining a pony form. I guess he assumed TK was a pony as well or something. Whatever, he was still in pony form and that’s all that mattered.

So with The 10 Pony now in a different universe, he was in the pit of hell. Everything was dead and rocky, the air filled with black smut and the sky darkened and raining like hell fire. And somehow The 10 Pony managed to get through most of his domain unnoticed, which is unusual for most who wasn’t me. And he eventually ended up in TK’s throne room of sorts.

The 10 Pony even had a look of a cunning grin of his face still, unphased by the torture of the damned and the lake of fire. Probably because he was the embodiment of that all in one talking pony form, but still. He was looking around like it wasn’t shit and saw a couple of demons standing near TK’s throne as TK sat in his big devil chair, looking bored almost.

As soon as TK noticed him, he sat straight up a bit, but he didn’t say a word to him. All he did was raise his head and just stare at The 10 Pony, looking at him, silently asking him who the fuck was he and why was he there.

The 10 Pony got about halfway and presented him almost like royalty and placing his left hoof on his chest, “Hello there Mr. TK is it? You must be wondering why I am here and why I have broken into your lovely home. What I am here for is this. I have noticed that you are a part of Stalia in some way. You have been visiting quite often for the past ten metaphorical years or so. Yet I don’t think you’ve signed anything, but I assume you just forgot too. I must admit though, you must have figured out I was coming and hid here. But that’s the thing you are so wrong about… you cannot run from me. I am inevitable. And I am here to collect your… ”

TK wasn’t having any of this as he then cut him off very subtly. TK raised up his right hand, gathered the energy of the devil that was inside of him and all around him that was hell, and charged it up and set The 10 Pony ablaze with a burst of hell fire. And as soon as that happened, The 10 Pony was screaming in pain and agony.

TK’s little hell fire is especially quite different from other fires like Forrest’s fire and Neon Hell’s fire. It hurts like a bitch and it’s extremely a lot harder to put it out as The 10 Pony immediately tried to stop, drop, and roll. But nothing would save him from TK’s hell fire. And TK just sat there and watched as the one before him burned up to a crisp. He was simply annoyed with him and didn’t take shit for no one.

EARLY IN FACTORY DASH’S RAINBOW FACTORY…

And lastly, but not least (despite the bitch not liking me…) there was Factory Dash’s Rainbow Factory. And The 10 Pony had waltzed right on in, deep into the heart of the factory itself. Everything was cold and dead like usual. Everything made out of complex gears and metal, all the while ponies who weren’t good enough for society were metaphorically put into the back of the ovens and put to good use elsewhere: Making Rainbows.

And of course The 10 Pony didn’t see anything wrong with this, let alone out of the norm as well. In fact I’m not sure if he wondered off into a different universe since it was still a My Little Pony universe to be exact. But he didn’t seem to care. He just waltzed right in with his grin, planning on catching Factory Dash.

As he was walking by the complex machines that was essentially the thing that mixed ponies into chemicals for rainbows together with a railing between him so he wouldn’t fall in it, he was gazing upon the emptiness of the place. As he was scanning his eyes everywhere, he then came upon Factory Dash who was just standing by herself, just staring off into space. I can tell you, she was thinking of wanting to either fuck with me or kill me in some way or wondering what TK was doing.

So with her back turned, The 10 Pony seemed to have thought it was the perfect time to go up to her. So he just trotted up to her like he wasn’t shit, stopped right behind her little pony ass, and raised his left hoof while trying to kindly introduce himself. So he closed his eyes, kept his sinister smile on his face, and talked without Factory Dash even looking at him.

The 10 Pony went on to say to her like he had some elegance in his voice as if he was trying to be a gentleman, “Hello miss Factory Dash was it? I am here to inform you that while you have hidden pretty well for yourself in this factory, you cannot escape from me or what you owe. So you must be wondering why I am here and what you owe and… ”

He didn’t last long as Factory then kicked him with her back left pony leg and over the railing into the pony rainbow mixer machine. And as this took The 10 Pony by surprise, he started to scream bloody murder as he was forced and pushed into the machine by the rainbow liquid and into a deadly machine where he got mauled and ripped apart.

And all throughout the process he screamed in agony, and probably thought to himself that this was impossible. But not with Factory Dash it isn’t. Almost anything is possible with the Rainbow Factory. So as he had his innards torn to shreds and was slowly having the life sucked out of him, he just kept screaming in horror as his entire body and soul was turned into a beautiful rainbow. A sweet and lovable symbol that says something about society I think.

And soon within a minute of screaming to the top of his lungs and being slowly killed by the machines, the screaming then went dead silent as he was turned into a lovely rainbow. And from there, the rainbow was then immediately dispensed outside and all the way down to the ground below where a tiny little filly saw the end of a rainbow touch the ground. She was small, young, had a pink coat color to her with a lighter pink and fluffy mane with no cutie mark. And as soon as this filly saw this rainbow touch the ground nearby, her eye lights lit up with pure innocence and joy as she gave a big smile; excited to see a rainbow right in front of her.

She said out in glee with no one else around, “Oh boy, a rainbow!”

And then out of the rainbow came a scary, almost zombie skull shaped face, through the many colors of the rainbow itself. It was the same size as a pony’s face and it looked like it was in terror and distress.

And it bulged out of the many colors to scream for help, “Help me! Please, get me out of here! HEEEEEELLLLP MEEEEE!”

Obviously this was The 10 Pony, but I’m sure the smart ones already knew that. It’s ok Billy, it just means you’re slow. And you’re probably won’t grow out of it. Anyway, the little filly then screamed and ran away, never to be seen again because of society or something…

BACK TO THE PRESENT…

And yet, despite him being kind of dead, The 10 Pony was still in front of us. But as we just remained huddled together still, The 10 Pony just stood there, shivering a little bit, trying to repress some memories. And that I can relate to. Like for example… …………. I forgot. See it worked, good times.

So after we just stared at him, eventually The 10 Pony shook it all off and looked weird at us and said, “Those were some bad experiences. Now where was I? Oh yeah… ”

And so he returned back to his evil looking grin and started calmly walk towards us slowly and the guys went back to shivering in fear as they got a little bit closer to me. And I still had my mellowed out look on my face as well.

As The 10 Pony got closer to us, he said like how Jared from Subway would be walking towards someone, “You’re mine now! All of you are! You and your souls are all coming back with me to The Great Keeper of Time! And you will pay what you owe! All of you will pay what you owe! Even the wooden butt buddy of yours too! It doesn’t even matter if he signed or not! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

And as he got closer and closer, the guys seemed like they were all going to die. I wasn’t though, I figured some deus ex thing might happen that would save us or something like usual. Or if not that, someone would do something at the last second to save us. It always happens. But the other guys were still scared to death though.

Forrest even whispered to all of us as he gritted his teeth and braced for whatever was coming towards him in the end, “Goodbye you guys. Out of all the ponies in the world, I’m glad you were the ones that were my friends. All of you.”

And Jack surprisingly even said back to him, “Me too Forrest… me too… ”

As we all thought it was going to be the end for us, a deus ex moment happened. I told you it was going to happen didn’t I? It’s because I lived through it already. Anyways, something was buzzing around in The 10 Pony’s ass that made him stop in his place, while giving him the weird, awkward look on his face. So once that happened, The 10 Pony used his left hoof, literally dug into his asshole and took out an old 2000’s style flip phone and looked at it.

And as he was only a few feet away from us, he looked at us like how I was and said, “Hold on a sec, got to take this.”

He then opened the phone up and put it to his left pony ear.

He then said to himself as we tried our best to hear the conversation going on, “Hello… yeah it’s me… yeah… yeah… no... yeah… I’m right here with them. I am about to get them until you called. Yeah, yeah, uh huh… uh huh. Wait… what? Oh come on! You can’t just do that!? Not after all the work I just put into this whole mess! You know how long it took me to get here. It took me fucking ten whole years! You know how long that is! It’s fucking like ten I think! I mean they signed the paper work metaphorically ten years ago even! THE FUCK DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH THAT!? I’ve got the paperwork right here somewhere on me! What? Wait… you mean him!? I thought that shit didn’t matter? IT DOES!? Since when? Was there a fucking policy change or some shit that I didn’t get the memo to? It was in the employee handbook! Awwwwww fucking damn it! Well who the fuck reads that shit? You do? Oh don’t give me that shit! Oh come on… just… but… oh right then. I’ll be back ASAP. I still get off tomorrow for that funeral right? What do you mean I have to tell you three weeks in advance, that bitch just died like two days ago! I know you have to update the schedule, but I can’t control that shit. Fine, fine… I’ll just use one of my sick days then I guess. Alright… bye… yeah… bye. BYE! Fucking a pain in my ass… ”

He then looked groggy and annoyed like Jack sometimes and he just lowered his head and gave a long sigh that lasted about a minute long. It was a long and unwinding sigh that was a bit too long and awkward as we just all stared at him in curiosity as to what just happened.

After that, he then looked at us and said, “Ok well it looks you guys are saved… for now… It looks like it did matter if Wolf didn’t sign it. He said ‘Forgery signatures don’t count.’ Fucking bullshit!”

We all just stared at each other as we didn’t expect this to happen, even Wolf too who seemed to be the hero of the day. The 10 Pony then turned around and started to walk out the still slightly on flames doorway. Out of curiosity, we all got up and followed him to see where he was going. The 10 Pony didn’t seem to care too much. As we did, we all got outside, barely out of my doorway as I was the first one out and watched as we all saw The 10 Pony struggled to get on an old, rusty, rundown bike.

The chain to it wasn’t budging as he mumbled to himself, “Fucking ESG mother fuckers! Giving me this shit!”

As The 10 Pony sat his pony ass on the bicycle seat and put his back hooves on the pedals; trying to force the chains to move while trying to balance out on the handle bars, he looked at us and yelled, “THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT!?”

We didn’t say anything other than watching in awkwardness. Eventually with enough force, he was able to get the old rusty chains moving again and as he was ready to take off, he looked towards us in anger.

He then raised his left hoof high into the air and yelled one last thing to us, “YOU MIGHT BE SAFE FOR NOW! BUT I’LL BE BACK WHEN I’M 20! AND WHEN IT’S BEEN 20 METAPHORICAL YEARS FOR YOU ALL, YOU AND YOUR WOODEN BUDDY THERE ARE GOING TO BE SORRY FOR SURE! NOBODY ESCAPES 20! NOBODY!”

And then he started to ride his shitty little bike off into the sunset. And as he got farther and farther away off into the distance, the sun was starting to set for us. And he rode off into the tiny hills off into the distance. All the while we all stared not saying a word to each other as we all looked ahead, seeing destiny stare back at us. There was a slight gust of wind that went through our manes as we just stared off into the distance.

However Forrest broke the beautiful silence as he asked, “So… what are we going to do? Shouldn’t we prepare for him when he comes back in ten more metaphorical years?”

I then said with a mellowed out look on my face, “Nah. That’s ten metaphorical years from now. That’s like forever. Don’t worry about it.”

And not worry about it we did. And we didn’t see The 10 Pony ever again… or did we?

The End?

HAPPY 10^TH ANNIVERSARY UNIVERSAL MAGIC!