Magic Mishaps

Trondason

Trondason got comfortable on the couch, waiting for the Apple mares to come up with a question to ask. They, on the other hand, already know mostly about what happened, and if they asked about life before the forest, Trondason could say pretty much anything, but he was unsure if Applejack was a living lie detector. She probably wasn’t, but better safe than sorry.

As they mumbled to themselves about something he couldn’t hear, he closed his eyes and focused on seeing outside of himself like that time before. Nothing was really working, and he couldn’t really see anything but the faint red that was light directly hitting his eyelids. Sighing in disappointment, he opened his eyes and looked for anything in the room that didn’t seem ordinary. Or at least, if it moved. He really wanted Winona right now. “We came up with the question.” an undeniable Applebloom spoke.

“Yeah?” Trondason asked.

“Where did ya come from?” she asked. Literally, that was the one question he didn’t want to be asked. Luckily, the brilliant mind that was his, came up with a response as he was thinking about how the situation sucked.

“My Mother” he replied smirking. “But if you want to know the name of the town, I guess we originally came from Manehatten, but we have traveled around a bit, so no one town is really our home.” he said, to which Applebloom giggled a little bit, while Applejack just smirked in her little couch corner. Trondason met her smirk with a smirk, and unbeknownst to him, Applebloom was making kissing gestures behind him.

Applejack saw the gestures, made a sweeping motion with her hoof, and asked another question. “I forget, why were you heading to Ponyville?” she asked. Trondason didn’t really answer, or was asked that question at any prior point in time.

“No particular reason. We just heard of it, and it sounded like a nice place to visit.” Trondason said.

“And yer… Brother?” Applejack asked, which Trondason nodded. “What kinda stallion is he like?”

Trondason had to think about this for a moment. “Impulsive, sometimes a idiot, doesn’t always think things through, and not very trusting. He is a nice guy though, when you get to know him.” He waved his hoof in a circle. “Thats pretty much it.”

Applejack raised her eyebrow. “Really?” she began. “And why is he like that?”

“Why is anyone the way they are? I don’t really understand what you’re asking. Some people are just impulsive and less likely to think out the consequences of their actions. I’m sure you know a person who’s that way.” Indeed she did. Rainbow dash is a excellent example, rash, daring, and a bit thick-headed. Pretty much the opposite temperament wise of Applejack, with the exception of competitiveness. And their friends despite that, rather close ones in fact.

“Ah know what ya mean.” Applejack said. “Ya know Rainbow...” she muttered, paused, then laughed. “Shes pretty much exactly how you described yer brother without the trusting bit!” she and Applebloom laughed again. “Heh, if those two ever met…” she chuckled some more.

“Is it that rainbow-haired pegasus from earlier? I got that vibe from her.” Trondason already knew who Rainbow Dash was, but selling it was key in every situation.

“Yeah, that was her.” Applejack said, then Applebloom chimed in. “Theres also a filly that tries to be exactly like Rainbow. So she’s kinda the same.”

Trondason let out a small sigh. “While you might not agree, I still feel indebted to you, which makes the second reason I’m here a bit awkward to ask. You see, I’m pretty much broke.Until Storm gets out of the hospital, I’m stuck here with just my few belongings in my saddlebags. So, I would like to ask if I could work for you till further notice. While I might not be too strong, I’m sure a extra hoof would be beneficial in someway.”

Applejack thought about this for a moment. “That could be arranged.” she said. “Perhaps having another set of hooves ‘round here could help some. Heres what Imma do.” she paused for a moment. “I could get you a schedule and such, but it would be best to come ‘round here in a couple of days and such, so we can fit you into the schedule. Not much to do ‘round here, since it’s not Applebuck Season.” she said.

“We actually have mostly everything under control, besides making the regular juice. Oh, and the Zap Apples have been bloomin’.” Applebloom said.

“Seems a might early for zap apples.” Applejack pondered. “That, and there were none of the signs.”

“No, AJ. I saw ‘em myself. You weren’t here, ‘cause you were gone fer a week.” Applebloom explained. “The zap apple fields are full of leaves and flowers and everything! How did ya not see that? Its beautiful!”

Applejack choked on an unknown substance. “Okay, Midnight.” she began. “Change of plans. If ya want this job, come back later, or when we send you a letter. Help us pick ‘em, and you will get paid.”

Black-light

Black-light, or rather Storm… Scroll -he would have to remember that one- was just playing around in his imagination. He didn’t really know why Luna left, but that wasn’t really the first thing on his mind. No, the first thing on his mind was the shit in front of him.

Some time after Luna left him, he began to play around in his mind, and he got the hang of things. Changing the reality, changing the background, and summoning imaginary people, or ponies, just seemed to come to him. The amount of mental control was surprising to him but he didn’t question it. Things started to look nice.

He summoned a nice, peaceful green prairie. The grass was long, the hill was silent aside from the sounds of wind flying through the grass and the distant forest, and the sun was bright and warm. In the distance, there were unknown creatures just wandering around in a blind stupor, but that wasn’t his problem. He was simply relaxing.

There were a few problems though.

For one, his wings didn’t work. Well, they did, but they worked the same as in reality. He was unable to get off the ground in ways he had wanted to, and that really hurt his pride. Luckily, summoning a magic carpet did the trick. In fact, he would go up high, glide some, and summon a soft landing point where he would fall. He knew no real progress was being made, as the wings in his head probably worked differently than real life. That, or they do work the same, and he didn’t figure out what to do.

After trying to glide far several times, Blac-Storm just sat still and played with his mental world. The prairie would shift into a large, glass room, a small dungeon, a flaming minecraft room, and several other things. He was really just playing with his mind and allowing the unknowns do what they wanted.

Eventually, he got bored of just watching, and decided to get better looks at these unknowns. Upon first look, they looked like blank ponies. Completely white creatures with no face, no mouth, and no cutie marks. After looking for a bit, Storm noticed they were alicorns. “Oh my god, they are the pony versions of the things from my nightmare!” he yelled, then sighed. “Well, at least they don’t have dicks flopping around.”

The fakicorns, as Storm called them, all looked towards him, then went about their normal whatever the hell they were doing. Needless to say, it scared him shitless.

Storm then looked around for a bit, thinking of ways to play god, and kill the monsters because why the hell not. As he thought more on this, the closer they came to him. “Um…” As he noticed them shamble over to him like zombies (which appeared as well), more thoughts came into his head, and even they were pony version. “I dont even like when the internet makes pony versions of half of this shit!” Instead of think on what was happening, he ran for his life.

He got pretty far, and by pretty far, he only moved twenty feet. He actually left his magic carpet over on the hill, which was overcome by this monstrous nightmare, and thought of how this situation sucked. He kept running for the sake of not going into limbo, because that would hurt as hell, or so he thought.

Running as fast as he could, he ducked, jumped, and juked the hell out of the demons chasing him. Some of the creatures gave out shrieks from a creature that he was pretty sure he had ever heard before. It sounded like Godzilla, actually. Unfortunately, Godzilla didn’t actually show up to help. One creature, a fakicorn with a giant claw, charged, not ran but charged at Storm, and swung and tried to decapitate him. For some reason, it missed entirely, and he was safe for now. Well, at least from that specific danger.

Then, at that moment, another creature showed up, and Storm screamed at the top of his lungs, as the dangerous prairie changed into a horrible room. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

He was in a cell-like room. It was huge as balls, clearly as big as the prairie was, if not bigger. There were over nine thousand floors and counting of cells filled with zombies and fakicorns. There were the ever annoying flickering lights with the silent buzzing of electricity racking at Storm’s nerve. He was utterly alone in this room, except for a figure that inflicts horror into his mind.

Chris Walker.

The giant pony version of the main bad guy of one of the most successful horror games since Silent Hill stood before him. The giant, gross, buff, torn up stallion was clearly bigger than Big Mac. Clearly. He had no lips, so his ever lasting smile drew chills down Storm’s spine. The chains on his forelegs made him think of Deslin Rowe or Kratos, but they weren’t coming to his rescue, just as Godzilla.

Nope, he was pretty much alone. “Little pig, little pig.” his ‘really gruff, old man drug addict with knives in his throat’ voice screeched towards Storm. The bald guy shambled pretty fast towards Storm, but he walked backwards just as fast. Storm made the mistake of looking into Chris’s eyes.

“U-um… Hey, wanna talk about this?” no response. “Um… If it helps, I was gonna play your game on PS4.” no response. “Cant we just be friends?” no response. “...Um…” Chris shambled faster. “Is something wrong with your legs? I’m a doctor.” Chris began to jog. Luckily there was plenty of room for Storm to backtrack. “If it helps, I’m sorry for making fun of your teddy bear.” Chris yelled, and ran forwards.

In the nick of time, one of those holes in the wall that were literally all over Outlast was in view, and Storm lunged for it. Once safely inside, he turned around and looked at the form of Chris Walker, who was turned around, and heading in the opposite way. “Biscuits and gravy, motherfucker!” he yelled in triumph. Once he thought he was safe, Storm started to crawl out of the hole, towards Chris. “You too fat.” he muttered, hoping the giant wouldn’t hear him.

Unfortunately he did.

Chris turned around, and charged towards the hole, forcing Storm to crawl back into the hole. “JUSTKIDDINGJUSTKIDDINGJUSTKIDDINGJUSTKIDDINGJUSTKIDDING!” he screamed as he slid back into the hole. Able to catch his breath, Storm hit himself in the head. “I’m so stupid!” he asked himself.

“Oh, I agree.” Storm looked up, and saw a form he didn’t recognize, but he still knew who it was. “Sup, bro.” the figure said.

“Fuck.”

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