The Princess and her Flying Axe

"So let me get this straight," Rainbow Dash cast a frowning gaze over to where Krieg was sitting in the sandbox with Fluttershy. "That is your personal minion?"

We're actually two...

"SPIKE UP THE NUMBERS!" Krieg continued to shovel into the sand with vigor.

"What are you making?" Fluttershy carefully asked; still not completely sure of herself around him. He seemed peaceful enough, but the shouting heap they had landed in earlier had told her he was quite capable of causing a rampage at any moment.

Krieg looked up for a second with his blood-shot eye. "A PERCH OF ACCUSATION TO STRANGLE SWEET MEMORIES OF DEBAUCHERY!" with every word he continued to drive the little plastic shovel deeper into the sand.

"Oh..." was all that Fluttershy managed to reply.

To the side where Rainbow Dash, Applejack and Spike were sitting on the park benches Luna let a out a small sigh. "He is..."

Rainbow Dash took another glance at the shoveling Krieg. "Huh. That's actually pretty cool."

I like her...

"I'LL LICK HER LOLLIPOP!"

"What in tarnation makes you think that?! He's obviously dangerous!" Applejack asked Rainbow Dash with clear surprise.

"Yeah! He tried to eat me!" Spike commented while crossing his arms and pouting.

Among other things...

"THE THINGS I COULD DO WITH A SMOKING IRON ON MY HIP!"

"Please," Luna tried to sooth them. "I know he may not have made the best impression, but please understand that-" she turned around. "Don't."

Krieg was currently holding Fluttershy upside down above the hole.

"Eep."

What?

"IT'S THE PILEDRIVER RODEO OF-"

"Don't." Luna interrupted him with a stern voice. She saw Krieg tremble and his eye dart between her, the hole and Fluttershy. "Just. Don't."

Krieg held her gaze for another second, then quietly sat Fluttershy down again.

"Thank you," Luna gave him a short nod.

This is so boring...

"Now," Luna turned back to the three next to her. "As I was saying. Please understand that-" she turned around for another second. "Fluttershy, please come here as well." She watched Fluttershy leave Krieg's side as he busied himself with the sand.

"Alright," Luna nodded once all where seated. "The first thing for you to understand is that he is not a pet," she cast a glance towards Fluttershy. "Most importantly, we have no idea of the world he came from. We have no way to tell what he has gone through and how it has shaped him."

Yeah, Pandora's just lovely during this time of year... ain't it Krieg?

"SUFFOCATE THOSE SWEET SONGS OF SUNSHINE!"

Luna sighed and rubbed her temples as she heard Krieg scream. "So please, be careful of how you act in his presence and help him to adjust the best you can. And also," she added with a slight feeling of unease. "Don't approach him if I am not there as well. He may act..." she thought for a moment on how to finish the sentence. "Unpredictable."

"Speaking of unpredictable," Applejack commented with a strange expression and nodded to behind Luna's seat.

"What do you mean?" Luna turned around and immediately deadpanned. Krieg, was gone.

"Really? Again?!" she spotted the buzz axe lying next to the hole in the sandbox. "At least he isn't armed..." she sighed and got up. "Let us search for him, quickly."

Even as she picked up Krieg's heavy weapon she couldn't help but wonder where he had gone off to this time.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down!

"SQUIRREL!" Krieg continued to run after the little critter, occasionally using his hands to propel himself forward. "COME LIVE INSIDE ME FOREVER!"

The squirrel, spurred by the fuming psycho on its tail redoubled its effort and made a mad dash for a tree.

It's so fluffy! Have you ever seen something that fluffy?!

"I'LL TURN IT INTO A TOWEL FOR THOSE HARD TO REACH SPOTS!" Krieg cackled with glee, fully devoted to his hunt.

We could use a towel... I guess. Where are we even going to sleep?

"IN THE SWEET EMBRACE OF THE NETHER REGIONS THAT SING ME THE SWEET SONG OF THE MOON!"

Not that I'm rejecting the idea... but- It's going for that tree! Krieg changed his course. Remember that shack we found in the Dust?

"SUCH A SWEET HOME! FILLED WITH WARMTH, BACON AND WORDS OF COMFORT!"

They were mostly screaming... not to blame them since they were burning. It did smell like bacon though...

"IT WAS THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT! HAHAHA!" Krieg made a lunge, but the squirrel slipped through his fingers and quickly skidded up a large tree; leaving the howling Krieg below.

Now what are we going to eat?

Krieg stared at the tree in front of him for a moment. Then, with a little chuckle he reached to his side and- "HUH?"

You forgot it? Didn't you?

"NO! MY SPOON!" Krieg held up his arms with a cry and shook a fist up at the branches. "STOP LAUGHING AT ME!" he started to reach for a pocket.

They took the dynamite. Don't tell me you didn't notice.

"NGHANAAAAAAA!" Krieg pounded his head against the tree in frustration. "WHERE IS MY SPOON?!"

What do you think? Back with Luna... we should probably go and-

Both of the voices became silent, as the sound of a little bell reached their ears.

Is that... is that really what I think it is?!

"SO SWEET! SO SWEEET!" Krieg's entire body was trembling with anticipation. "I CAN'T TAKE IT!"

"Hello there... heh," the pony behind the small stand managed to stammer as he stared up the twitching figure of Krieg. "What can I do for you, little..." he looked Krieg up and down. "Fellow?"

Pistachio! Tell him pistachio! No, wait! Cookie Crunch! No! Yogurt-Maracuya! Yogurt-Maracuya!

Krieg held up his hands to his face while leaning over forwards, his fingers starting to twitch maniacally. "LIVER! BARK! CINNAMON AND KIDNEY STONES!"

Forget bubblegum flavor! Yogurt-Maracuya is the only true choice!

"CAN'T DECIDE! SO MANY CHOICES!"

"Uhm," the sales pony carefully spoke up. "We actually only have three flavors..." he gulped as he saw Krieg stop trembling and stare at him with his blood-shot eye. "Vanilla... Strawberry..." a little whimper escaped him as Krieg's head switched slightly. "And chocolate?"

For a short moment, Krieg only stared at the pony; unmoving and silent, both on the outside, and on the inside as well. Then, a storm broke loose inside his head.

Chocolate!

"NEVER! MY SPOON HUNGERS FOR THE ULTIMATE SWEETNESS!"

We've been over this a million times already! Vanilla is for babies!

Krieg snatched one of the ladles from the cart and stared into his own, deformed reflection. "THEN BATHE IN THE FIELDS!"

Why would I go for strawberry if there's chocolate?!

Krieg gave an angry snarl and brought the ladle into his mask with a smack. "ONLY THE PURE!"

Chocolate!

"I'LL TEACH YOU COMPASSION!" Krieg brought the ladle into his face another time.

To hell with your vanilla! I say chocolate!

The pony behind the stall watched the inner struggle go on before leaning onto the stall with a quiet sob. "Why do I always get the strange ones?" he glanced to the side. "And talking of strange, here comes another splendid specimen..." he got up from the counter of the stall with a small sigh. "What can I do for you today, Pinkie? ...As if I didn't know already."

Krieg turned to watch the pink pony next to him in wonder.

Pink... Why am I not surprised?

"Mmm..." Pinkie put on a thoughtful frown before smiling. "Just the usual for me!" she turned to Krieg and gave him a big grin. "Hi! I'm Pinkie! You must be new here! What's your name? Do you like ice cream as well? Do you like parties? I like your mask. What's you favorite flavor?"

Uhm... Chocolate?

The pony behind the stall gave a tired shake of his head. "So it's three times vanilla, three times chocolate..." he started scooping up the frozen desert. "And three times strawberry."

Wait, you can mix? That's an option?

"STACK UP THE JOY! THIS TOWER IS MADE OF SWEET, SWEET LAUGHTER!" Krieg danced with joy as he watched the swaying tower of icecream.

"So what's your name?" Pinkie asked with an expectant grin. A grin that faltered considerably though, when Krieg simply snatched the little tower of ice from the pony's hoof, pulled up his mask slightly and shoved the whole thing including cone down his throat in one go.

"AHAHAAA!" Krieg twitched with joy as he felt the inside of his head starting to freeze. "THE SWEETEST OF SPINE TINGLERS! I CAN HEAR THE SCREAMS! SO SWEET! SO COLD! SO-"

Tasty...

"Hey! That was mine!"

"YOU CAN'T HANDLE ALL THIS SWEETNESS!" Krieg hollered and fixed her with his blood-shot eye.

"Oh, yeah?" Pinkie Pie held his stare with a defiant face before a smirk found its way onto her face. "Oh, it is on!" she reared her head back. "Icecream-eating contest!"

The pony behind the cart gave a quiet sigh and readied his ladle. "Every time..."