My Little Pony: Alternate Universal Magic

Episode 8A: Big Neon Walking:

Ahhhhh…. Ahhhhhh…. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa….. sorry, but I am writing everything down that I am currently saying to myself right now. My jaw is hurting, my back is aching, my eye lids are heavy, and my mind is wanting to shut down right now for a few hours if you know what I mean.

And I guess…. that’s why I’m writing down my next entry here for whoever reads this. A lot happened recently and I guess I should get a start on it…. So no funny jokes from me today. You’ll have to get it somewhere else. Yes, I know, you’re disappointed. You were hoping I would write down words for almost a thousand words and then finally getting to the real meat of the story that I have to tell…. And you’d be right about saying it, but also not so much. Why? Because baby, this is part of the story that you’re reading.

I’m part of the experience, so I suggest you sit your fat ass right there and continue to stuff your face with McDonalds cheese burgers. Yeah…. Keep eating you fat fuck, you know you want to. Anyways, aside from piggy going oink oink oink oink, where I should begin our next tale or should I say recent day of events? Hmmmmm, I know exactly where to brgin….

So as usual, we were all still stuck at that Party Store, still stuck at the half baked dining area; all the while still existing in Neon’s World. At times, you couldn’t tell if the sun was coming down or not since it was always constantly covered in a green, barfing inducing like color of fog.

It smelled too if you tried to lick it. However, today was a slight bit of an anomaly as you could still spot the sunset hanging over the far and nearby distance; it was almost as if Neon hadn’t actually gotten rid of everything. The sun was almost symbolic of this as a shred of a bright and yellow glow could be seen moving through the crack of the dreary world that Neon made. It was as if hope was still there; just lingering off into the far distance. And yes, the town of Stalia was still emptied like a ghost town. There was no one else to share this moment with.

Even the crazies or the idiots or the psychopaths weren’t around. It was to the point where I started to miss them, even if they were undesirable to most; I still miss those background ponies that didn’t do much on my adventures through this universe. And yet despite seeing that glowing light off into the distance, it was merely just a tease. It was as if we were in hell and our punishment was to be in a jail cell; yet at the same time we could just peer out a window to see the outside world that we could never reach. Freedom and prosperity was beyond some dark and gray, gloomy clouds with gravity weighing us down.

Beyond there, there could be a chance to live. Yet at the same time while looking at it; a sense of despair hit my mind like a ton of bricks as the thought crossed me that Neon could have also purged the entire universe (Aside from the stragglers that were just barely a living thing by this point of course). And with Neon, you never really knew…. Well, maybe I can know if can get a hold of this spell thingy. But until then, I can only imagine; and if that is the case; that’s the true horror right there. Being the only ones in the living universe and we have to spend the rest of eternity with Neon.

Imagine if you will with your minds and your eyelids, being the only living, sensible beings left in the universe, and the one keeping you alive is your captor, your torturer, your devil, your “friend”. You’re not allowed to die under his watch unless he says so, no one else to help you, all alone even in the vastness of space in the universe, no one to cry for help; all you can do is just scream into an endless void…. All the while Neon watches over you with his smile and mocks you. And there is nothing you can do about it. You wish that you could, but you can’t. You’re not strong enough. You don’t have enough bullets in the world to save you from him. He has won, and we’re just along for the ride….

Well enough about depression for one moment, maybe some other time I’ll talk more about how dreadful life here is. So, the sun was going down, it was an odd amazement to behold by this point. And while we saw the rare sight peering through the windows, we all just kept our minds at ease as we sat around at the circle booth in the corner. Everyone was there except for Neon who was off doing something in his office space upstairs, Arrell was in the bed room where we all slept at after doing something, and Wolf was still lying on the floor, being a useless, living, breathing paper weight.

Hey, paper weight is still a respectable job profession. So you can’t fault Wolf for being the lazy sack of shit that he was for this one, after all in Neon’s World the job market was a competitive one…. as there are no jobs at all. At least I don’t think there is. I don’t know…. you never know what those pesky little moths are cooking up. Maybe they are doing moth like things or maybe they are looking into opening up an office somewhere near the coastlines, so who truly knows.

Anyways, we were all just chilling and having some drinks that Neon made for us in advance. He calls it his “Super Duper Scooper Looper”. It tastes like lemon and orange, yet I don’t want to ask what is made from it. And I thought I saw a thing move in it. It’s best not to think of it.

Anyways, we were all talking. I was saying to everyone nonchalantly, “So uhhh…. How has Neon been with you guys lately? Anything unusual or….”

Mac interrupted me as he laid back a bit in his seat and said in a similar tone to mine, “Well nothing really. I feel like he could use some apples for his stuff, you know. Maybe a little bit more of my expertise or something to that nature.”

I then squinted at Mac and said with distain in my voice, “Mac…. you’re a fucking idiot.”

Mac then smirked as if he was proud of it as he looked at his left hoof, “Why thank you, I do take care good care of my intelligence sometimes.”

Our conversation was then interrupted as Arrell came speeding down the steps of the Party Store in the back and running into the seating area of the Party Store. He had a big smile across his face and was eager to tell us what news he had to share. He was giddy as he could be just like Forrest sometimes and even pranced around a bit.

He yelled out as he was coming down towards us, “GUYS! GUYS! WE’VE GOT OUR NEXT BADGE TO EARN!”

He came running in while still wearing his Blow Troop Uniform as he held up a pamphlet about the next task that he had to do that was sent to him. We all just stared at him, slightly annoyed about his enthusiasm still for the Blow Troops.

I gave out a big sigh as I rolled my eyes as I laid my head down on the table, “Jeez, you’re still on this stupid troop thing Arrell?”

Jack then blurted out loud in my favor as he tried to look cool while doing by leaning slightly backwards, “Yeah, can you give it a rest already? What is the “Tard Troops” going to do for us even?”

Arrell just brushed him off as he waved his left hoof at him, “Oh please Jack, you’re just a big ol’ meanie downer. Besides, it’s fun and gives us great exercise, education, and team building skills!”

Jack rolled his eyes just like I did, “Pfft, skills smills, who needs to learn to work together? It’s just us and we’ve been doing fine.”

Arrell just shook his head as he gave a little smile towards him, “Oh Classy Jack, you poor little thing.”

Jack then snapped back at Arrell as he put his right hoof on the table while pointing at him with his left, “Don’t you ever call me poor or little again you sack of good for nothing crap.”

Arrell then chuckled a bit and said to him, “Whatever.”

He then moved on with the next objective for his Troops, “So we have our next badge to earn you guys. It’s called the Poaching Badge.”

Arrell then used his left wing, sort of articulate and clever like that I didn’t think a pegasus could do, and held out the pamphlet and buried his eyes into it.

From there, he enthusiastically went into slight detail about the badge, “In it, it says we are supposed to seek the most endangered species and preferably the last of its kind that we can find…. And kill it!”

Arrell pulled the pamphlet down and smiled to us at that last part, almost all of those years of doing experiments on animals got the best of him and didn’t disturb him in the slightest. We however were unamused like usual as we just stared blankly at him. However Arrell didn’t care and simply carried on.

Arrell pulled the pamphlet back to his face as he continued to read it like a wide eyed, whimsical child at Christmas that also got ALS at the same time, “So exciting. And once we kill it, we are supposed to skin it, preferably alive and desecrate its corpse. The remains will then be shown to one of the representatives and then thrown in the garbage. Then we’ll get our badge!”

Arrell threw his left hoof into the air to express how giddy he was about the whole ordeal. We were still unamused. We didn’t even care about the killing part; we just didn’t care in the slightest about getting the stupid badge. However it meant a lot to Arrell and so we just kept our mouths shut, well most of us did. Jack only shut his because he wanted to see how long he could hold it until he wanted to take his anger and intolerance out on Forrest instead of Arrell.

Arrell continued to smile like a shmuck as he looked at the pamphlet a little more, “In here, it lists all of the potential possible, known animals that we could hunt as a Troop and kill it.”

Arrell began to squint his eyes just a tad and tapped his left hoof slightly on his chin, “Hmmmm, it seems that we only have something called Big Dick.”

Arrell pushed his head slightly back and started to become slightly worried, “It says here that no pony knows what Big Dick looks like other than it is believed that it moans really sexually loud; leaves a giant dick trail wherever it goes in its wake; stands at eight feet tall and seven inches; and it has a really BIG DICK. But reports suggest that it is just an illusion and that it just happens to have a third leg instead. Hmmmm….”

Arrell rolled his eyes as he pondered the thoughts of the cryptid in his mind.

Arrell then sprung up like a Chinese spring roll and said, “Well, there’s only one way to find out!”

Arrell then got a little curious and looked back on the pamphlet, almost as if he had missed something incredibly important, “Hmmm…. It also says here there is also The Big Gay in our area.”

Arrell then put the pamphlet down and held it with his right hoof while letting his left wing go as he became a little concerned, “Oh no you guys, The Big Gay sounds a little scary to me. It just gives me the shivers I tell you what. I don’t think I want to see The Big Gay.”

Arrell then leaned in a little forward as his eyes started to become shifty, “Who knows, The Big Gay might just be in this very room with us right now.”

Jack then responded bluntly and with a tone, “You’re gay.”

Arrell then went back to looking unamused as much as we were and looked like he was slightly offended, “Oh please Jack, you only say that because you don’t believe these animals exist.”

As I was about to blurt something out, I noticed a slight hint in the far opposite corner of the room that looked like a figure that may or may not have been gay. Even looking back, it looked like something that you would see in your sleep paralysis, but at twenty one percent opacity or something in the very back corner that you would have never noticed. Who knows, maybe it was The Big Gay and it was going to get us…. Or perhaps it’s even coming for you too. Oh no….

Anyways, after spotting something in the corner, I blurted out to Arrell, “That’s because they don’t exist.”

Arrell then started to look funny at me as I continued my ramblings and me putting my right pony elbow on the table like a mad man, “Look, I can keep an open mind and everything, but even I have to admit that in this wasteland that we call home; there is nothing out there. Well, maybe there might be some mutated animals and some underground disfigured ponies that suspiciously want to start a communist revolution I think, but that’s about it. We are all that’s pretty much left other than what Neon made for us.”

Arrell looked a little down, yet determined in his stance, “Hey, you’re talking to a pony who happens to know about animals. I’ve seen some serious shit and so when I say Big Dick exists, it exists.”

I then clapped back with annoyed eyes, “That’s because you make the serious shit against their own will.”

Neon then preassembly came from almost out of nowhere as he slid down from the stairs silently and into the room with us without a single sound. It’s like sliding into our dm’s on some fancy social media website. I will say, I never used one before, but I’d imagine it’s meant for picking up some hotties and good ol’ harassment.

Anyways, Neon came right up behind Arrell with his creepy smile like always while placing his left hoof around Arrell’s neck, “Did somebody say killing?”

Arrell was a little taken aback by Neon’s smooth moves, yet at the same time he kept his smile.

Arrell said to Neon as he kept his interest high in the subject, “Well I wouldn’t say killing. I think it’s a little bit more like scalping while it is still being fully alive and alert.”

Neon put his face a little closer to Arrell as his eyes went into a more psychotic tone than usual as he moved his eyebrows up and down, “Well that sounds like a more fun type of killing to me!”

Arrell then started to wonder in his mind about the subject, “Well, now that you mention it. It is technically killing, but not really.”

Arrell kept talking and soon at least to me and a couple of others, the two talking started to become drone out by our own misery and boredom. The look upon my face was that of a disgusted, yet just annoyed and tired type of look. I started to groan a little as Arrell and Neon went on and on about killing and scalping animals in a sadistic, yet edgy way.

I then said as the two continued to talk in their little bubble, “Ugh, god, why doesn’t Neon just kill us already? This is more painful than the way he was before. And I’m not even talking about when he used to be about killing randomly. He sounds like a psychopath that has a passion for killing, yet is so boring and uninspired about it like a college professor giving an hour long lecture.”

Jack gave me a curious look as he raised his left eyebrow at me, “Wait, you went to school?”

I then cynically looked at him as I turned my head towards him, “And you didn’t?”

Jack then said in an innocent way, “Well I kind of did, but I mostly just slacked off and did other things like Mac, although he ended up going on a southern rampage leading him to getting expelled.”

I then groaned a little more, “Of course he did. And of course you didn’t finish school either.”

Jack then waved his left hoof at me as he turned his head, “Eh, who needs it. I got by fine.”

Mac then interrupted both groups of conversation as he spouted out, “Oh please, Big dick and his fancy ween wang isn’t real at all. That’s just a myth.”

Arrell looked straight at Mac with some dead eyes and took a slight step forward, “What do you mean he’s just a myth? Of course he’s real. How else would you explain the big dick tracks that he leaves?”

Mac started to lean back like he was confident in his beliefs, “Well duh, it’s faked. It’s all nothing but faked and gayed. It’s all done by the government and the Princesses so they can then move to putting poison in the air around us to catch the invisible so called monster, while really it’s an evil plot to get us to buy Applejack’s apples and she can become a monopoly on the apple market.”

I then said to Mac in a cynical, yet dead tone of voice and look, “Mac, the princesses are long dead and Applejack’s corpse was vaporized by Neon himself. You even saw it.”

Mac then jumped forward at me and slammed his hooves on the table as he looked at me with strained eyes, “I NEED TO BELIEVE IN SOMETHING DAMN IT! LET ME HAVE THIS!”

Arrell however didn’t care if Mac was starting to break down mental wise and needed a cope; he continued to argue with him, “Well you’re wrong Mac. He IS real. And we’re going to prove it, right Knight?”

Arrell started to look at me as if he was some hot shot who was calling the shots. He shot his look over to me, expecting me to be right on his side, yet it took me by surprise as I just looked back with wide eyes and a little lost for words.

I said as I fumbled my hooves around, “Wait, what are you looking at me for!? I don’t have a stake in this.”

Arrell started to look a little desperate as he stepped a little towards me, “Oh come on Knight, you gotta believe in the Big Dick. He is real. Every instinct and “surgery” I ever did on an animal leads me to believe that he has to be real. So can you please believe me? Please?”

Arrell was almost trying to play that pity card move that Forrest always does, but unlike Forrest where he is an actual weakling, Arrell has some backbone; at least in the mental department that is.

I then gave a slight sigh and rolled me eyes in cynicism as that was all that was left for me in Neon’s World, “Well I GUESS it isn’t too farfetched that a creature like Big Dick could exist. And after Neon’s blast, almost anything could have been made as a side effect in all of this…. Death? So maybe it exists.”

Arrell then jumped up in eagerness as he pointed his left hoof towards Mac in mockery, “Ha, see Mac, I told you he is real! Now pack your things because we’re going….”

I then cut him off bluntly, “How about some other time Arrell? At least give it a day or two, it’s only a couple of days since the cookie sale badge.”

Arrell then corrected me as he looked a little disappointed, “You mean the Scammer Badge?”

I then said as I rolled my eyes again at him, “Whatever. Look, we just need sometime and maybe we can all go out and look for Big Dick…. assuming he’s real.”

Arrell then tried to plea, “But Knight, we need to....”

I then cut him off as I looked down a little bit in a grumpy manor, “Hey, as long as I am alive in this world, I’m taking lead in this group just like when everyone was alive. Well, assuming Neon allows me to that is.”

I then looked hard at Neon who then just blinked innocent at me, mocking me as if he knows who was really on top. I only stared back with tiresome eyes, yet without a care left to worry about since it’s been a broken loop ever since the explosion.

Arrell then gave a sigh like I did and let his head hang down low as he twirled his left hoof around on the ground, “Fine I guess. I was just looking forward to spending some time with my Blow Troops was all.”

Arrell started walking back towards the stairs in the back and back to our barracks. He had seemed really down about it and my harsh words towards him. After all, the world just wasn’t the same anymore. Any chance that he could work with animals; even if it was just a glimmer of hope, he was happy enough to take it and roll with it.

Yet in Neon’s World, it just didn’t work like that at times and he just needed to accept what cards he was dealt with. Granted I could have been nicer to him I’ll admit and try to search for the myth itself right then and there. Yet at the same time if anyone was going to do be doing anything, it was going to be relaxing and recovering. And so without much word, Arrell went to bed early, as we did all as well. Neon didn’t say much other than giving off a sign that he wanted to kill anything in this world he didn’t approve of making.

I even saw him in the kitchen alone, sharpening a knife very carefully, almost as if you could see it in his evil eyes that he wanted to purge this world that he didn’t consider to be pure of his own design. Yet it didn’t bother me at all by this point…. We are all fucked anyways.

So me and the other guys talked and one by one they all went to bed as we went into the night. Sometimes if the green clouds are just right, you can see the stars shining bright through the sky and you can imagine if you were near those stars…. away from Neon. Once we were tired, me and Jack turned off the lights and hit the bed upstairs. I guess I never mentioned the sleeping arrangements, did I?

While all of our homes were still intact, Neon preferred we stayed within reach of his vicinity so he could keep an eye on us. After all, it was his world. And so towards top of the remodeled Party store laid the barracks; our rooms. It was like an attic with a window to the outside world. There were 6 beds for all of us including Wolf, except for Neon as he slumbered somewhere else. The room we shared looked like something from a movie where an orphanage takes place and everyone is getting abused in some twisted way.

The beds were simple with white sheets and one pillow, yet did it really matter? We were all fucked anyways. And who knows, maybe this new Neon could have a little Neon heart and give us our old homes back. Anyways, it was where we stayed and where Neon could technically keep an eye on us. We also had a small bathroom to use up there, but if it was occupied, we were always welcomed to use the one a floor down near Neon’s quarters. It wasn’t welcoming since it always oozed blood on the walls, but beggars can’t be choosers. Mac never has a problem with it.

Anyways, we all went up and laid down. I started to dream a little bit of a better place than here. It was quite nice actually, yet can’t say I remember much from it either. It was all but a blur and all I can remember from that dream was that I was once happy again like I was a child. And yet a little part of me inside kind of died and…. well I can’t explain it further from there.

Once I woke up from that pleasant dream of mine, it was still “dark” outside, almost as if the night was only getting to its middle age and mid life crisis. I was jolted awake, almost as if a ghost of a pony was there and woke me up to tell me something spooky or some weird thing like that.

My eyes were groggy and I gave out a big loud yawn. I scanned the room to see nothing had changed and everything was still miserable. We all had bunk beds as I was paired up with Wolf. Jack was paired with Forrest with Forrest being the bottom and Jack being the top. And Mac and Arrell shared a bunk. Mac had the bottom because he thought it was the better deal and Arrell had the top because…. he had wings….

Everyone was sound asleep, especially Wolf with him snoring through the entire night like always. He didn’t have his drinks and alcohol to cope living life with, but he had his wooden sleep at the very least. I think it’s because he sleeps on his back through. He really should turn to his sides and not sleep on his back…. One of these days Wolf…. You’re mine….

Anyways, I scanned the room and all seemed well with not even the sound of a bug could be heard or the sound of the wind creaking through. And yet I played a quick game of “One of these things is not like the other.”

I won fast as I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Arrell wasn’t in his bed. And my eyes started to open just a little wider as my mind became a little sharper. I started to have that thinking look on my face when you started to ponder the questions of life at three in the morning.

My ears started to pick up fake cicada sounds from outside mixed with the silence from within the walls itself. There was an odd creepiness factor to it all, yet I couldn’t put my finger on it exactly. Arrell was just gone. I even looked towards the other end of the room, and the bathroom was free and open to use. And there wasn’t exactly fresh water or edible food down stairs in the kitchen either, so it only made it the more mysterious to me that Arrell was gone from his bed in the mid age of the night. I decided to investigate the best that I could despite my sense of my best judgment.

It was rallying against the thought of not getting out of bed and staying where it was safe: inside my own bed. At least then, I didn’t have to move or get in trouble with whatever Arrell was doing. Yet at the same time, I guess you could say he was still a good companion to have. So I hopped out of bed quietly and made sure to not awake anyone while doing so, not that it wasn’t hard to do to begin with. I got on the wooden floor and quietly stepped onto the wobbly wooden stairs down to the second level of the Party Store.

From there, I peered into the dark hallway to see nothing or hear nothing; not even from Neon’s room. I then continued to be silent like a stereotypical ninja as I made my way down stairs again to the first floor and to go through the front doors of the Party Store. As I came down and was heading towards the doors; I noticed Neon just standing there. He was in the usual hangout place of the store near the circle booth on the left. He was just staring deeply into space as if he was a robot.

You couldn’t even see the pupils in his eyes as he just stood there like a statue, not moving a single muscle at all. He still had his wicked smile of sorts on his face still, but that was all he had. Else, his eyes were completely white as he just…. stood there. He was like a robot, standing there and recharging. In fact, if you listen closely, you could hear what sounded like level of electricity surging through him. It was weird to say the least, yet at the same time I knew better and didn’t want to take the risk of waking him up and risking disturbing the monster.

Yet I couldn’t help but stand there and stare at him for a moment. The atmosphere around the room felt like something out of an atmospheric horror movie that was taking it sweet time getting to the hacking and slashing. Any story would have this be the part where I go up to Neon slowly, giving him a slight tap and asking if he’s alright. Yet this wasn’t a horror movie, only real life in this reality that I was in. I wasn’t a stupid, generic, cliché type of character that would get himself killed for the sake of the audience’s amusement. I’m more of the entertainer that tells you what happened to me in this book as I write them down as I look through a window portal with my magic and describe it to you in exquisite detail while writing very long run-on sentences because I can and you can’t do anything about it try saying this all in one breath you fuckers I dare you.

Aside from the dreary mood of Neon being under a state of slumber, I just gave myself a moment to think. While seeing Neon in that state was odd, I looked around the quiet and empty room, looking behind myself thinking I had just seen a shadow jump by me.

Yet all there was just a darkness filled hallway behind me. I looked back at Neon, still standing still like a statue. I looked out the store’s windows and trying to see if I could spot Arrell out there somewhere yet in all that dark, yet I couldn’t. It wasn’t all too dark though. In Neon’s World, the dark green, toxic filled clouds that covered the skies still reflected some light off of what used to be Celestia’s sun. You could see almost as there was some street lamps out there in some spots. It was weird, yet that was how the physics worked in Neon’s World.

As I looked out the window, I was afraid to go out; not knowing what else could be lurking out there since we only ever went out during the supposed day in Neon’s World. Yet something told me on the inside that I needed to venture out to find Arrell. And I wasn’t going to do it alone at least. I then turned around with Neon still in a state of sleep and headed back up the stairs to the attic.

Once I made it to the attic, I did the most sensible and responsible thing to be consistent with the mood of the night and atmosphere; I turned on the light to the attic as it blinded everyone and knocked really hard on the door like an asshole and kind of yelled (not loud enough to wake Neon up hopefully), “Wake up you lazy asses! Arrell is missing and we have to go find him.”

Everyone moaned and groaned as they rustled underneath their blankets. Jack was the most upset as he squinted at me while trying to cover his eyes.

He looked sour at me as he pushed himself halfway up and threw his pillow at me as hard as he could, “You go find him…. You fucking prick.”

As the pillow hit me a little rough on my face, I felt also nothing as it plopped on the dusty wooden floor.

I wasn’t in the mood to deal with them as I fired back, “What a nice comeback of you Jack. Now get up. Arrell needs us out there.”

I turned around full well knowing the others would follow. I was their Twilight of the group after all, and one way or another they were coming. And they did come as they slowly and groggily got out of bed.

Before I had walked out any further, I stopped in my tracks and turned my head slightly back as I asked my stick filled companion, “Are you coming Wolf?”

Wolf just laid there like a wannabe emo from 2006 that listened to My Chemical Romance and said in a dead tone of voice, “Nah, I think I’m good here.”

The only difference, he wasn’t cutting himself. I’m sure that joke is still funny wherever you are that you’re reading this from. I just rolled my eyes at him as I continued to walk down the stairs and back down to the first floor. The others followed behind me, but with eyes still trying to adjust to being alert once again to their waking world before them.

Once we made it down to the dining area once more, I told them in a lower tone of voice, “Becareful not to wake Neon and don’t be too loud.”

As I was rushing it a bit to get through the front entrance, the others were a bit weirded out by Neon’s motionless presence.

Jack then asked, “What the fuck is wrong with him?”

I then said back to him in a lower voice in a rushed tone, “I don’t know. Just keep moving; ask questions later.”

So we then all made it outside without disturbing the beast. Forrest made sure to close the front glass door behind him carefully as he used his wings to flutter and keep him steady. Once we made it outside, we all huddled around as a group a few feet from the Party Store. The three were giving me the stink eye and looking at me to give them the plan as their leader. I on the other hand looked around, trying to get my bearings straight. It was a moody atmosphere to say the least.

Everything looked so barren and desolate, yet it was more than just a horror movie; it was a vibe that I don’t think I could ever fully describe. Words could not explain the air around the place in Neon’s World at night. It felt like a different place at times that I didn’t quite notice. It was almost as if nothing had changed, yet all had become nothing but the distant past and what came before it. Somewhere in the background, you could hear cicadas trying to get it on with a chick but then getting rejected because it didn’t make six figures.

The air felt different compared during the day time in Neon’s World as it felt smoother, yet so fresh at the same time. Yet the smell in the air was still stained with the stench that Neon put into it when he killed pretty much everything. It was horrid to say the least, yet there was a peace in me that resided in the fact that everything didn’t seem so bad. Off into the far right of me, I spotted a street lamp that still remained up and functioning in Stalia that I hadn’t noticed before.

Did Neon put it there? Did it happen to be there by chance that it survived after all this time? Maybe…. maybe there was even more around that I just didn’t notice before. Maybe it was it just my mind playing tricks on me. Either way, it lighted the area around us and only added to the vibe of the whole place that gave me specific feels. And looking back, it touched the others as well; just not as much.

I looked back to the others and cleared my throat, “Ok. So Arrell I think has decided to go out on his own to find Big Dick.”

Jack then raised his left hoof up with specific look in his eyes, “Uh, yeah, why the fuck should we even give a shit? So what if he left to go find Gay Dick. That’s his own problem, not ours.”

I then said to him cynically, “He’s our friend, isn’t he?”

Jack looked back at me with a bit of sarcasm in his eyes, “Oh yes he is. And just like a good friend, we’ll give him his space.”

I then stared at him back, “I don’t expect any less of you Jack. Go back to bed then and let us find Arrell…. but you won’t because I know you’ll want to find him too.”

There was then a deep silence between us all as Mac and Forrest stared back and forth between us, giving us weird looks, waiting to see who would speak first.

Jack then started to look as cynical as me as I just gave a little smirk, “Oh I hate you so much. Fine! Let’s go find that son of a bitch. He owes me.”

I then said to the three with direction, “Ok, so more than likely Arrell went to go find Bick Dick. So regardless if he is real or not….”

Mac then interrupted me, “Well he ain’t real. He’s more than likely fake and gay than an apple monster with a tootsie hoof up its behind.”

I then ignored him, “Whatever Mac. So the best thing to do in these creepy situations is to split up. Forrest, you go with Jack. Me and Mac will search the opposite direction that you guys search that way we can ‘cover more ground’. And if one of us finds him, just yell out really loud, almost if you’re being bloody murdered if possible.”

Forrest then looked a little bummed out, “Aw, why do I have to go with Jack? You know he doesn’t like me very much.”

Jack only smiled back, knowing how he can mess with him and use him as a punching bag like how he usually does.

I then comforted him, “That’s ok Forrest. I know how compassionate you are and how you will be happy to be with him regardless.”

Forrest then smiled with a friendly aura, “You’re right, I will!”

Forrest was a little giddy and started to flutter in the air.

The two then walked away to the left to go find Arrell. I then stared at Mac and said to him, “Ok, we’re going right I guess. Got any questions Mac?”

Mac then stared at me and raised his left hoof up as if we were in grade school still, “Yeah…. What is right and what is left?”

FORREST AND JACK….

So with Forrest and Jack, they walked to the left, keeping to themselves mostly on their small trip together into the night. Without much saying a word to each other, Forrest was taking the lead between the two as he used his wings to fly low to the ground and be ahead of Jack. He held a smile on through even though anything could happen. As they walked, they spotted an overly large abandoned building. It looked like it would have been an apartment complex assuming Neon hadn’t exploded that day. Forrest silently pointed to go in there and Jack followed.

There was no door so they went into the nearest hole in a wall. As they entered, they were greeted with only an empty, concrete filled room what looked like what would have been the lobby. There was plenty of work that needed to be done still to do in order to finish it that never got done. Near the lobby was some equipment tools just laying around and a couple of dead pony skeletons that had not yet degraded into dust. Forrest didn’t seem too keen on staying in the building for longer than he needed to. He landed gently on the ground and was careful not to step on the bones of the deceased out of respect for them. The room in particular was dark and very hard to see with what little light there was coming from outside. They didn’t have a proper light source to go deeper into the building and needed help.

Forrest, starting to become scared as his bones shook, “Jeez Jack, this place sure is dark. You think you know a spell to shine a light on this place at least? Jack?.... Jack?”

Jack wasn’t responding. Forrest was starting to panic once no one was around him and he couldn’t see too well in the dark. The more he stared deeper into the dark abyss before him, the more he was afraid and started to have his imagination run wild with fear. Honestly, anything could have been lying in all of that deep dark before him as a fear quelled within him; itching at his very soul; telling him to run away. The darkness and unknown was even starting to speak to him, to lure him in like a hook on a fishing rod.

Forrest started to sweat a little bit as he called out, “Jack?”

Classy Jack was no where around. Did he not come in? Was he lost? Was he eaten up by a monster that hid in the dark? Or was he just trying to mess with him? Forrest didn’t really know the answer as his mind was too busy trying to take time deciding to a take a flight or fight response. Forrest knew he had to look for his friend Arrell, yet didn’t want to risk his own life in an old, abandoned building that looked creepy and that was going to eat him alive. Forrest took a big gulp as he started to back up slowly.

As he started to back up, he hit a concrete wall behind. Forrest jumped a little, not knowing what he was doing as he accidently went a little deeper into that darkness. With what little light there was, Forrest noticed a skull from the pile of corpses was missing. Forrest then started to think to himself if the ghosts of the damned have started to become alive once more and wonder what they would look like if they were hunting him.

And from what I can tell with the window portal, he was thinking of a floating skull with bulging eye balls and a floating cube beneath it that was looking for him and was going to kill him…. in some uncanny valley type of way. Whatever his thoughts and nightmares were going through his mind, Forrest was scared and shaken to the core with fear.

He started to look around, wondering what would happen next. Forrest could only imagine the screaming souls as ponies had died all that time ago. The horror that filled him only made him more scared to be there as the seconds passed on by. A skull of one the dead ponies then started creeping up behind him from his bottom left. Forrest started to feel a sense that someone or something was near him.

Forrest slowly looked down to his left out of curiosity. Forrest couldn’t quite see it one hundred percent, yet he knew he saw a figure of some sort and that was enough to make him jump and bolt straight for the exit as he screamed like a little bitch. Of course Jack was there laughing at his little prank trying to scare the shit out of Forrest. He held the dead pony skull in his left hoof and didn’t care for it much.

Once Jack had his fill of torturing poor Forrest, he said to himself, “Oh, this is too easy, but so worth getting out of bed for.”

Jack then too felt a presence of a floating pony skull to his bottom left with a cube beneath it staring back at him.

Jack however looked to his left and eyed it, “The fuck you looking at?”

The skull in question then nervously looked away, “No-nothing. Nothing at all, just minding my own business.”

KNIGHT AND MAC….

Ok, on to me now, the best part of all of this. Not because anything exciting happens…. but because it’s me…. and Mac. Mac is the number two in this one man show. Come for me, stay for Mac. Anyways, once Jack and Forrest went off in their own direction, Mac and I went the opposite way. We would have gone into some buildings, but Mac was slowing us down the entire forty minutes or so of walking around and looking for Arrell.

All we did was walk around corners of what used to be structurally sound buildings and ponies that were once alive. We did come across some more street lamps that I had never noticed before as they gave off an eerie kind of glow; illuminating the pathway for us as if we were meant to be there. Sometimes I think Neon is messing with us and testing us. I also wonder if we are just slowly losing our minds and we’re starting to forget what the world was like before Neon’s explosion. As we walked around which was basically a loop by this point; Mac just kept dribbling on and on about whatever came to his mind with no coherency.

I can’t even tell you what Mac was talking about when looking back. In that moment, my brain just drowned him out; and when looking back in the portal, my brain just turns off. We can all be mumbly sometimes, even me, but Mac is the king of it.

However when we were making a loop back to the first lamp post that I first noticed at the beginning and went under it, Mac was mumbling about, “And so I ate the peanuts and it was very salty to say the least. But the guy kept telling me it wasn’t peanuts, but boiled pecans! And I was telling the guy ‘You big city dummy wummy, pecans don’t exist! Pecans are only a psyop to make us all eat boiled peanuts in the bottom of a bomb shelter once the ponies got to war with Saddle Arabia. But he wasn’t listening to me at all so I told him to take his salty peanuts and shove it down his cancer ridden wife! And boy I got him! He was crying and yelling that his wife died due to too many salty peanuts! He then ran away to the bathroom like a bitch! I sure got the one up on him I tell you what!”

Mac was smiling and chuckling and expecting me to respond. Yet, my only reaction was leaving my mouth slightly open as I couldn’t keep a straight thought of Mac’s rambling in my mind. We stopped under the middle of the street lamp, basically being under the spotlight, as I turned around and just stared at him. I had that dangly look in my eye and I let a moment of silence past us by. Mac just stood there, smiling like he had just told a clever story and expected an applause from the audience.

After a moment of silence had past, I only responded to him like how I knew, “Do you ever listen to yourself sometimes Mac and you just want to just smother yourself because of how stupid you sound?”

Mac poised himself as curious as he said while putting his left hoof to his chin, “Well not on an healthy daily basis, but I do dabble it from time to time and….”

Mac was then caught off guard by his own attention span as he noticed behind me that I didn’t see, a half broken mirror on the ground.

He soon smiled and pointed at his with his left hoof, “Hey! Is that a broken mirror!?”

Mac then pushed me to the side as he lowered his pony neck to look down to investigate the broken mirror.

I was then confused as I just stood there, “What, it’s just a broken mirror.”

Mac then said while giving the broken mirror a stern look and waving at me, “Hush Knight. This is the legendary Half Broken Mirror. You’re supposed to stare at it until you win the staring contest. And then you’re supposed to say ‘Ekkie My Dickkie’ four times backwards or else the mare form the well will get you.”

Mac kept staring at the half broken mirror as we let another moment of silence let by. It was so silent just standing there, other than hearing the humming of the street light above us, you could hear me blink. And you never hear me blink my fucking eyes.

After Mac stood there like half a tard just staring at the half broken mirror, I only said to him, “Mac, it’s a fucking mirror. You won’t win the staring contest.”

Mac only waved at me again, “Knight, Hush! I’m beating my reflection.”

Mac continued to stare at it silently. It was so silent; you could hear a deformed rat fart off in the distance. I turned my head, wondering where a deformed rat farting was even coming from, but who knows honestly.

Eventually I think Mac started to realize his own stupidity and as he raised his head blinked four times fast as he looked a little curious to himself, “I think I did it wrong. I think I was supposed to say ‘Bloody Pony four times backwards and THEN do the staring contest unless I want the bitch to come out of the mirror.”

I only responded back to him in the only way I knew how, “You really should smother yourself Mac. I think you’ll learn to breathe that way.”

We were then interrupted by a low, yet spine tingling moaning off from the nearby distance. My eyes were wide as Mac only started to look around cautiously.

I then shook my head quickly as I put my right hoof to my mouth and raised my neck, “Oh right, the signal. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

After I tried my best to scream like bloody murder, Mac and I just stood there awkwardly looking at each other. I didn’t even want to make eye contact after doing that as it as a bit embarrassing.

I then broke the silence, “Was that a good enough bloody murder scream or….”

Mac answered my question humbly, “Yeah, no, ya did alright, ya did alright. I think you could have made it a little louder though so the others could hear.”

I nodded my head in agreement like a respectable adult, “Right, right.”

We then went back to being in silence. Eventually Jack and Forrest came back rushing towards us with shocked eyes as well.

Jack especially was shocked and concerned in the few times in his life as he spoke out in a bit of a rushed tone, “You heard the moaning too right?”

Forrest said, “We came over as soon as we heard it. Are you guys ok?”

I then looked deep into Forrest’s eyes and said with a concerned tone in my voice, “Yeah its ok. It’s just a damn moaning sound. It’s not like anyone is jacking themselves off to death like a freak.”

Mac then just gave me a weird look. I could only see it from my side view, but even then I could not help but my squint my eyes back at him; wondering if he had anything to say about my little comment. You can figure that one out on your own I guess. Once Mac was done awkwardly looking at me, we all then stood in horror as we heard an even louder, more closer moaning coming from somewhere nearby.

It echoed through the air as it banged against our pony ear drums. Our backs were stiff as our skin and pony coats were cold to the touch. Even Jack, as tough as he tried to make himself out to be was starting to shiver in his legs a little. We all looked around ourselves, thinking the horrid looking beast was nearby, yet we were surrounded in all of that endless dark green. It was hard to see much of anything nearby as the area oddly got darker than it usually did.

And yet, just the sound of the monster’s moaning that was totally not sexual at all was disturbing to us that it rocked our souls to it very core. As everyone else was looking around, I just happened to look behind us to then finally spot a big, blob like figure in the nearby distance. My eyes were wide like a portal to a void. It stood at least eight times taller than us. It looked like it had four legs protruding outwards from all four possible angles.

It had a long, craning like neck, almost as if it was tall on purpose to intimidate anyone that dared stood near it to gaze upon it. And while it was hard to tell looking into the dim lit area before me, I think it even was staring back at me, as if the darkness itself was looking into my soul, trying to hypnotize me to walk over to my death. It was almost like death itself was trying to tell me that life was not worth it anymore. I then without turning my head moved my right hoof and then my left hoof and tried to tap the guys right next to me without a single word.

Mac did however questioned, “What?”

However once everyone one was looking at what I saw, I knew I wasn’t just imagining things in my head. We all stood there like a frozen ice statue as we felt like we melted away at the sight; all the while the creature moaned out again. Just hearing, coming from that blob of mass before us in the darkness made us think that coming out late at night was a big mistake to begin with. Then the beast started to take steps towards us. Out legs stiffened and locked in place. We couldn’t move even if we had wanted to.

We were like a deer in headlights. Our brains knew we should move, yet our souls were too scared and curious of what death and the horrors of the unknown looked like. It was almost as if it was an instinct built in to our bodies at birth and there was nothing that we could do to change that. The beast came forward even more as we managed to back ourselves up to the point we were on the edge of the safety of the light post’s edge. The beast however did not stop and eventually came close enough towards the light to reveal it’s true self. Our minds wondered what horrors of the night in Neon’s World had in store for us for our eye sights to process. We could only imagine what the light wanted to shine on the darkness for us to finally see.

After all, if you don’t have any light, then there is only darkness. A dumb cheesy line, I know, yet I think some gay group who worships some guy below said that once to me while they tried to be very gay towards me. They were very gay. In fact, they were so gay; you wondered how they even survived this long to begin with. Anyways, the true monster of the night showed his true form to us.

As soon as it came into the light…. It….. wasn’t that bad actually, yet still disturbing as all hell to lay eyes upon.

It was like a Creeper from Minecraft, but more elongated a little horizontal wise as all of his limbs looked like a big fucking dick. There was no hair or fizz, only just a horrible sense of a rugged skin condition. It was almost sickening to look at it as if some Rule 34 artist had a fetish for that hairless cat skin. Its legs were like nubs almost, pretty much a miracle that it could even stand up right. But the most confusing part of it all was the face. The Big Dick’s face was flat, as if you just put three holes and a mouth on his face and called it a day on him. However it all looked so surreal, almost as if it shouldn’t even exist in this reality. And the worst part of it all, it was scared. It looked like it was in pain and it was suffering.

It looked at us as it breathed heavily, looking for answers and a way out of this world. It then spoke words to us in a deep, tormented voice, “WHHHHHHY!? WHAT IS THIS PLACE!? WHAT AM I!? WHAT IS THIS!? WHY DO I EXIST!? WHHHHHHHHHHHY!? WHAT IS EVEN EXISTENCE!?”

It didn’t seem like it could string coherent sentences along, it only seemed more primitive in its language and that its knowledge could only go so far. And knowing that, we could only make the conclusion, I think, that it was clearly made from Neon’s explosion. Our bodies relaxed a little more as we all looked at each other, confused on what to do next.

I certainly didn’t know what to do since no one expected this outcome to Big Dick. We all thought Big Dick was going to be some chad, yet turned out to be some kind of half retarded chud as it looked at us as if we had the answers. Part of me wanted to help it, yet at the same time it felt like it would have been a waste.

And I was right too because as soon as Big Dick finally showed up, Arrell and Neon showed up almost as if they were waiting for this moment to arrive. Neon and Arrell then jumped off from I guess one of the nearby buildings that still stood tall enough and was able to trap it in a really big, yet complicated looking net. As soon as Neon fell down and landed and Arrell slowly fluttered downward, Big Dick flopped to the ground hard as it struggled to break free. It screamed in pain as it tried to wiggle its way out, yet having a difficult time doing so.

However, we were just surprised that Arrell was happily working with Neon since he had a big grin on his face.

Arrell and Neon then came up to us as Arrell said happily, “The plan worked! Nice work you guys! And great idea using the net too Neon!”

Neon then exclaimed happily as he cracked his neck upward more disturbing than normal, “Don’t mention it! I used it to catch the stragglers in the beginning.”

He said that last part in a very deep and demonic voice too by the way.

Anyways, we were all a bit confused as I stepped up and asked Arrell with a slight pissed off look, “Are you telling me you purposely went missing and knew we would try to find you…. all so you can find and capture Big Dick?”

Arrell then without a problem nodded his head, “Yup. It was the only way to motivate you guys and getting the badge. And Neon was SUPER interested in it too after you guys went to bed. But I’m flattered that you guys were worried about me. But for the record, even if I was in trouble, I could have handled myself no problem.”

His egotism started to show clearly as he admired his left hoof. The other three guys walked up and stood behind me as I silently shook my head in disappointment to all of this.

Arrell then started to act giddy as he pranced in place a bit, “Besides, we finally can call the representative and finally get the Poaching badge and earn our next rank in the Blow Troops!”

We all then heard some loud thumping as it echoed off into the distance and into nothingness. We all had confused and curious looks; so we looked to our left and found that Big Dick had escaped his entrapment. Big Dick was still out there…. roaming the lands of Neon’s world.

Arrell looked sad and disappointed as me and the others just looked out into the distance; wondering if we would ever meet the poor creature ever again. Neon just stood there staring at Big Dick’s tracks; mostly thinking how it got away…. again…. but one day he will have what is his….

So Neon then turned around to Arrell and said enthusiastically, “Well don’t worry Arrell, I can just make a fake replica of Big Dick out of the fresh dead meat from the stragglers. They won’t know the difference.”

Arrell only responded with, “Hooray! The day is saved!?”

Arrell then followed Neon as he raised his left hoof in the air. The four of us just looked at each other and just shrugged it off. We then all followed the two of them back to the Party Store.

However, there is one thing that horrifies me still…. that somewhere out there…. THE BIG GAY STILL WALKS AMONG US!!!!....