Of hunters and whores. A tale of two demons.

Three Weeks Later

Skri'jal-Mevix sat in his nice, cozy cellar while he waited for something interesting to happen. At first, he thought this colorful world would be the death of him. However, he decided that this was a nice change from hell, except he had to hunt for his favorite food and prepare it himself. This pissed him off, but he was flexible. Plus, working on the farm gave him some time to think about things, like how he was going to get back home. Sure, Lerisha didn't want to leave, but Skri'jal had an actual job down in hell, and who knows what would happen if an idiot took it. Probably the collapse of any and all structure in that damned circle of hell. Skri'jal smiled as he thought of that happening. However, he didn't exactly want to go back down there, on account of everyone but him being an idiot. Caught between conflicting emotions, Skri'jal decided to just stick with whatever came his way. As he concluded his thought session, Applejack came into the cellar, looking quite happy, which made Skri'jal a little sick inside. In his experience, if they were happy, he was about to suffer. Nonetheless, he managed a weak smile, and pretended to give a shit.
"Hey, Applejack, What'cha doin', other than invading my personal space?" Skri'jal asked sarcastically.
"Well, aren't you just a little ball of sunshine today." Replied Applejack, who was still smiling. "for yer information, Me an' the others decided to go on a little vacation, and we think you an' yer friend should come with!" She finished. Skri'jal knew he wasn't going to like the answer, as anywhere with Lerisha was a bad place to be, but he asked anyway, just to humor Applejack.
"Where to, If I dare ask?" asked Skri'jal sarcastically.
"Why, to the Beach, of course!" Replied Applejack excitedly. Skri'jal, however, was far from excited. As soon as those words left Applejack's mouth, he froze up, and his normally slit pupils dilated to near-perfect circles, and he just stood there, caught in a thousand-yard stare.
"Uh, Skri? Hello? You okay?" asked Applejack as she waved her hoof in front of his face in an effort to snap him out of whatever he was in.
"I think we need to see Twi 'bout this..." Said Applejack nervously as she dragged a petrified Skri'jal to the Ponyville Library.

Applejack arrived at Twilight's library about an hour aft Skri'jal started his flashback.
"Twi? I think we got a problem." Applejack hollered.
"One second." Twilight came downstairs to see Skri'jal with a thousand-yard stare.
"What happened?" Twilight asked?
"I just told him we're goin' to the beach. Now he's starrin' off into space or somthin'" Applejack said. Lerisha came up at that moment with three suitcases.
"What happened to him?" Lerisha asked.
"I don't know, He seems incapable of responding to anything in this state." Twilight said.
"I think I can fix him." Lerisha said. She leaned in close to his ear. "Whisky Tango Foxtrot." She whispered. He relaxed and snapped out of his stare.
"What the fuck happened? Why am I in the library?" Skri'jal said.
"You had one of your episodes." Lerisha explained.
"Oh." Skri'jal said.
"How often do you have these 'episodes'?" Twilight asked.
"As often as they're triggered. Usually by certain words." Skri'jal explained.
"What words trigger one of your episodes?" Twilight asked.
"Beach, Uphill, Machine gun, Overlord, and D." Skri'jal said.
"Whats a gun?" Twilight Inquired.
"A tool of war. Not something I want to explain." Skri'jal answered.
"Oh." Twilight said.
"So, When we heading out?" Lerisha asked.
"When the other girls get here." Twilight said.
"I think I stay here. I'm not to keen on going to the beach, especially with her." Skri'jal said Jerking his thumb at Lerisha
"No, you'll go with us. I don't think half the town needs to be put in the hospital for looking at you the wrong way." Twilight said bluntly.
"Fine. Let me grab a few things first." Skri'jal said. Skri'jal returned to the cellar to grab a few more olive green canvas suits. Throwing them in a sage green canvas duffle bag. He looked over a few medals he got for the shit he pulled during Operation Overlord. Placing the medals in a pocket in his bag, he made his way over to Twilight's pad. Skri'jal entered the library lobby and found the elements, The 'Cutie Mark Crusaders', and Spike, all waiting to go.
"What's in the bag, Skri?" Scootaloo asked. Skri'jal gave her a look that said: 'I'm going to punt you into the sun if you call me that again.'
"It's Skri'jal, not Skri. Call me Skri again, and I will punt you into the sun." Skri'jal said angrily. "As for your question, just a few spare jumpsuits. Now let's get this over with." He continued.