The Bar, The Bat-Pony, and The Alien

Red Anvil lay on his couch inside of his run-down living room, watching some old films. He was a standard-brown colored pony with a darker mane and tail. His cutie mark was, as his name suggested, an anvil that glowed bright-red with heat.

Red's eye twitched as he felt a sharp pain go up his leg again, and he looked down at it. It was heavily bandaged and hurting like Tartarus.

Having the arm of a machine malfunction and come crashing down upon your leg ain't very fun, is it?

After the pain subsided, the stallion sighed heavily, signifying his crushing boredom. He loved his job, and, without being able to hardly move on his own, work was out of the question.

He had been stuck inside of his house, watching old films and reading old books for weeks now, and he was just about to go crazy.

He wasn't lonely, even though he was still single at the ripe old age of forty-two, because his nephew had managed to get a small bit of time cut from his work so that he could get home earlier.

Red looked up at the cracked clock on the wall and smiled; he would be home any minute now.

The blacksmith returned his attention to the projection on his cracked wall, only to have it drawn back mere seconds later as his nephew entered the house and brushed himself off.

"Hey! Welcome home, Stone!"

Gray stone, who's colors and indeed his cutie mark matched his name, smiled back at his injured uncle.

"Thanks. I've got something pretty interesting to tell you about today," he said as he set down the paper bag he was carrying and withdrew two bottles of alcohol.

"Something interesting? In this place? Don't lie," Red said, chuckling.

"That's the thing, not only is it interesting, but really quite astonishing."

"Oh?" Red answered, watching as his nephew circled around the couch and sat on a sofa opposite of his uncle.

He shielded his eyes and complained, saying, "Ugh, Red, turn that thing off."

Red Anvil craned around and switched off the projector, after which he gestured for his bottle.

Stone hoofed him the vodka and opened his own beer. After a quaff, he leaned forward in his chair.

"You ever hear about The Alien?"

Red thought for a second, "Uh, yeah. In't he that creature that came here a while ago? Never really believed it..."

Stone smirked a bit.

"Well you better beleive it, 'cuz he's here."

Red frowned, "Boy, don't joke with me. How is that possible?"

Stone leaned back in his comfy chair, saying, "Not sure. I saw him at the bar when I was picking up our drinks."

"Really?"

"Yup."

"What...what's 'e look like?"

"Well, he's pretty tall, even when he sat down. Kinda looked like a clothed, hairless monkey. Didn't really see much of him; he was wearin' all these clothes and armor and shit. He wore this mask that covered the lower half of his face, too," Stone reported, covering his face with his foreleg for added visuals.

Red frowned again.

"How'd he...eat?"

"Now that was interesting to see. That mask I just told ya about?" Red nodded. "It's got a buncha tubes runnin' from it and all over in his coat. What he did was detach one, cut up his food with a knife and then-," Stone stopped to chuckle at his memories, "he...well, he, like vacuumed up the bits."

"No."

"Hehe, yep."

"Drink?"

"Just stuck 'is straw un'er his mask."

"What was he drinking?"

"Coffee, I think."

Red was quite for a moment. He eventually broke the silence, saying, "Stone, if yer makin' this up, you did a good job...'e dangerous?"

Stone winced after his uncle finished his sentence.

"What?" Red inquired, interest peaked.

"Um...yeah...you know that asshole, uh...gah, what's his name...? That annoying bastard with a hammer for a cutie mark?"

"Ah, that'd be Git."

Stone snorted, "Really? Damn accurate name."

Red nodded, "Yeah. Anyway, what about 'im?"

Stone began to laugh.

"You're never gonna beleive this, but 'Git' walked right up to this alien and started insulting him."

Red leaned forward and spat out mouthful of vodka.

"Really? What happened?"

Stone smiled at this uncle.

"He broke his jaw."

The both of them burst out laughing, a sense of justice flowing through their veins.

When they finished, Red shook his head.

"Well, what's gonna happen next, ya think?"

Gray Stone only shrugged.

"I got no idea, Red."