Losing the mask

by Nordenfelt

Rating: teen
Tags: Alternate Universe, Crossover
Length: 2135

Watermelon Spice has been trying to persuade his friend to leave Stable 69. Sadly, his friend insists on taking his girlfriend.

Watermelon, named after his great great grandfather's luchador persona, has been trying to persuade his friend to leave. He is sick of the same old thing; buzz, Watermelon Spice to breeding room. He has gotten sick of it, I mean it was fun for the first ten years but the whole 'I get to do this all the time' aspect wore off.

Sadly his friend, Blue Rust, doesn't want to budge without his girlfriend, something something.

*sigh* You have to feel sorry for the guy.

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This story references to 'The Daily Unlife' by Nyerguds.

This is just a small joke I had and this is how long it shall be.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-24 20:10:06 UTC

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"Come on." Watermelon said, holding his hooves together in a pleading. Waving them up and down.

"No, Spice. I am not going... out." Blue Rust turned away from his friend and folded his hooves.

"Oh come on! I mean we have the training-"

"After the raiders attacked when the door was left open for too long by that ghoul."

"Seriously? It was one raid and you are still miffed. We got hand to hand training, weapons training. Come on, let's go!"

"Well, I'm not leaving without my girlfriend!"

"Seriously? Something... Something is totally annoying!"

"One; it's Red Trick. Two; no, she is not!"

"Always with you..." Spice trailed off with a slither of anger in his voice, lowering his head near the table, looking down at the metal floor.

"Why do you do that?" Blue turned back and cocked an eyebrow. Unfolding his hooves.

He looked up at his friend. "Do what?" He said, raising his eyebrow and tilting his head slightly.

"You say 'you'" he put a hoof down on the table, facing towards the ceiling. as 'chew'," he placed his other. "I mean the rest of your words are fine but it's just 'you'."

"Yeah, my family was from Mexicolt. Must of kept part of the accent." He straightened up, chuckling.

"Hold on..." His friend trailed off. "Mexicolt... Watermelon Spice..." He mumbled this to himself. "Hold on! The luchador! Watermelon Spice!" He shouted. All heads turned to the shouting stallion, until he shrunk his head down slightly. Then the common room became a bustle with chatter and gossip once more. "The luchador?" He whispered to Spice.

"Well, they are called Lucha Libres. But yes, the 'luchador'." He said, sarcastically.

"Why are you called that?"

"Well, it's from my great great grandfather. Who was the lucha libre you are so excited about."

"That is so-"

An alarm went off. Everypony in the common room sighed. "Blue Rust and..." the announcer paused. "Golden Lemon." As soon as the name was said, every stallion in the common room cheered him on until the mares that were in there all gave them the dirtiest stink eyes you could ever seen.

"Woo! Blue! Blue! Blue!" Spice shouted, he had his eyes closed while cheering, so he couldn't see over twenty dirty looks staring him down. He waved his hoof in the air, spinning it round and round. Until he opened his eyes and saw that every single mare in the room was staring at him. He quieted down to a whisper and then said. "Lucky Blue! Woo! Woo!"

"Well, Spice," his friend placed a hoof on his shoulder. "I'll see you in about an hour."

"An hour?!" Watermelon projected in over exaggerated amazement. "Dear Stallion! What about your partner?!" He waved his hoof at him with widen eyes.

"It's known as legal cheating my friend and I am hiding cards under the table." Rust grinned before walking out the common room.

Watermelon grinned and looked around the room. His grin quickly disappeared when he noticed how many mares were staring at him. "So... that Lemon huh? Total bitch right?" Speaking in a nervous tone, slowly slipping down in his chair.

An hour and ten minutes later, Blue came back to the common room. He saw all the others chatting away then he laid eyes on his friend; cut up and bruised. He ran over to his friend, a giggle escaping his lips. "What happened to you?" He said, chuckling the entire sentence.

"Kinda got beaten because of my Golden and you comment." He said, raising a glass of water and drinking it away. He put it down, smiling.

"Ah. Well, all the mares are on their times right now." He grinned mischievously, sitting down on the chair opposite him.

Watermelon laughed, he launched his head backwards cackles. His dirt brown mane flicking it's shaggy hair back. He calmed down and shuck his hair, getting it back to it's messy neatness. "he he... he he..." he paused for a few long moments, before taking in a quick breath of air. "How do you know?" He asked, placing a hoof on the table and leaning on it.

"Well, you know when mares stay together enough and their kids stay together enough?" Blue said. Continuing when Spice nodded. "Okay, when they do that; their monthly blood rush starts to begin around the same date."

Watermelon's eyes widened. "We got to get out of here man!" He shouted, not caring about the mares around him. His red coat shaking with fear.

"Wa?" He recoiled slightly. His short white hair bouncing slightly. "Why?" A look of confusion and, strangely, pity in his eyes.

"Because we don't want that on our hands in the near future! I don't want a wooden board with 'rest in peace Watermelon Spice. Died during the blood month riot'! I don't want that!" He screeched, he started to dart out of the common room.

Blue jumped up from his chair. "Spice! Come back!" He ran after his fear filled friend.

Blue showed up outside of his friend's room. The door was left slightly ajar, probably due to Spice trying to slam it. He pushed it aside and saw Watermelon frantically putting items, weapons and caps into two different saddle bags. He only two weapons he put in were a mouth revolver his father had and a butcher's knife they had stolen from when they were younger.

While Blue was amazed he managed to keep it that sharp and clean, he had to tell his friend to stop. "Hey, Spice? ... Could you stop?"

Spice spun round, almost hitting his friend's baby blue coat with one of the saddle bags. As he spun, the revolver, a box of ammo, part of the guide (his had torn when he thought putting it by the sink was a good idea) and a lucha libre mask. It was one of the classic ones, a hourglass like divider down the middle. It was a spice red divider with watermelon green for the rest of the mask. Blue picked it up and flipped it over in his hoof.

Spice scuttled around the floor frenziedly, picking up his things and putting them back in the bag. Until he looked around for the mask and saw it in Rust's hooves. He snatched it and shoved it in the bag.

"Rust," Spice said, shakily. "We need to leave."

Rust was about to protest when he looked into the eyes of his friend. The twinkle that was there when he was joking or having a laugh wasn't there, only a look of terror and plead. When he saw the look, he thought about what he had done for the twenty years of his life; learn, breed, sleep. Rinse and repeat. Feelings of anger and confusion floated around his head, until he finally came to a decision. "Midnight, door. Better be there, Spice."

Spice smiled with a mix of slyness and happiness. "Thank you, Blue. Thank you."

"But I don't want to leave!" Red trick whined while she followed Blue to the door.

Blue turned to her, not looking at her but to the floor. "I'm sorry babe but Spice was really stressed and I don't want my best friend to die." Pity in his voice, remembering the frantic look of terror in his friend's eye.

She sighed. She liked Blue, his friend was weird in her eyes but she had to protect her little guy or he was going to die stupidly. "Okay, okay. Let's meet him at the door."

"..." Blue replied with silence and a grin stretching ear to ear.

"Blue?" She walked in front of him, eyeing him up and down. "You okay?"

"Race yah." He bolted, running past Red and down the corridors. Metal clangs sounding all the way.

"Oh, oh. It's on!" She murmured gleefully, speeding after him.

When they galloped all the way to the open door, they looked outside. The dark wasteland, covered in the night sky was depressingly beautiful. The ruined buildings glistened with the moonlight and the land looked more fresh and younger than in the light. As Blue looked around in his happily saddened daze, he came to look at a note placed on the door.

He trotted over to it and pulled it down. Reading it, he started to walk off again. His wings slightly twitching with nerves. He threw the note back in the direction of the door as he turned the corner.

Red picked it up with her hooves and attempted to read the frantically scribbled words.

"Meet... Me... In... The... Reactor-r-r-r-r... Room." She threw it back and started to quickly trot to the reactor room.

When she turned up, Red saw that Blue was banging on the door.

"Let me in!" Blue said, smashing his hoof against the door with every word.

"No," a scared voice came from inside. "You'll hit me again."

"I didn't even touch you, idiot!" Giving the door a good shoulder thud, making a deep clunk.

"Fine, I'm opening the door." The voice said. Hoof-steps walked nervously to the door and clicked the switch on the other side.

The door unlocked and moved.

Blue walked in, a smirk on his face. "Thank god, I thought-" he had to stop due to a police baton smashing his teeth in and knocking him unconscious.

Red looked from the crumbled baby blue body on the floor and the held baton.

"Ummm... sorry, Blue... Blue?" Spice's voice said behind the wall.

Spice threw the baton across the room and grabbed Blue by his front legs and started to drag him across the floor.

"What are you doing?!" Red shouted at Spice, nervously walking into the reactor room.

"I'm going to try and wake him up. Can you hit the door switch?"

"Sure-e-e-e-e." The door shut and locked.

Blue stirred, groaning after his mass headache. He opened to his eyes to a vat of red liquid. "ARGH!" He screamed.

"Good. He's up." Spice pulled him from the railing and dropped him to the floor.

"What the hell is that?!" Rust screamed at him, waving a hoof at the vat.

"It's the BAT." Watermelon turned to it, looking proud as if he made it himself.

"Why is it called that?" He spoke slowly, confused by most of the situation.

"Blood Attraction Tub."

"... What does that mean?"

"You know when I freaked out?"

"Yes."

"Well, what were did you say?"

"It was about PMS and stuff... right after Gol-" Blue turned slightly to see his partner right next to Spice, just in the shadows. "Right after my Golf..." He giggled nervously.

"Well..." He trailed off. "We collect blood from... PMS products and use it in the generator."

Red's eye twitched in anger. "Who the hell thought of that?!"

Spice trotted around the BAT a few times and came to a conclusion. "Prince Blueblood... apparently."

"Who's that?" Blue said, finally getting up and dusting himself off.

"Official Royal Asshole and Womanizer." Spice said, holding his hoof against his chin.

"Why would the royals have that position?!" Red shouted, coming out the shadows slightly.

"Well..." Spice said, slowly moving behind the vat. "We did allow two princesses control the sun and moon when we could of just had a scientist to create a rail-like circle thing that made us go around the sun and the same thing for the moon but around us... could call it 'orbit'... nice ring to it."

Both Blue and Red laughed. "Well, okay. I'll give you it's odd," Rust began. "But this 'orbit' thing?" He started laughing again.

"Fine, fine." Watermelon said, shaking his head slightly. "But we need to leave."

Red stopped laughing. "Why?" Cocking an eyebrow.

"Because the generator can't take anymore, it's busted and it can't take a lot more. When the power goes; raiders, mutants, whatever else. Massive mutant tarantulas maybe!"

"Okay. Okay. Let's go then." Red Trick said, giggling still and tilting her neck till the audible crack was heard.

"Really?" Both Rust and Spice said in unison.

"Yeah. Sounds like hell what Spice just said but still the wasteland could be exciting."

"Alright," Spice said, gleefully giving a small jump. "Let's go like a bat out of hell."

"..." Blue turned to look at his friend. "How long?" He said seriously.

"Ever since I knew it's name." Spice smiled, patting the bat.

"Okay. Spice, meet here. We are going to get saddlebags."

"No need," Watermelon moved over to a locker and knocked open a door, two of their own saddle bags fell out. Both with clunks and clanks. As he saw his friends' look on their faces. "I looted your rooms while you were off on a 'date'." He waved is hoofs in the air, symbolizing quotation marks.

"Well... Let's... go."