Special, Deluxe Special

Chapter 3: I'm Special

You grumble, feeling your sight slowly coming back. All you could remember was greeting in a very friendly matter towards the Cutie Mark Crusaders. However, you found yourself locked in a very complex scary metal cage.

“Just look at the thing,” a white mare by the name of Rarity comments while looking at your body, “It is just atrocious!”

Well, there goes the shoes, you think, feeling your body limp as ever. You barely open your eyes to only see a crowded amount of ponies huddled around your cage.

“What is it, Twilight?” the orange mare, Applejack asks, looking at an alicorn purple mare.

“I have no clue,” Twilight replies, looking through multiple books, “I don’t have any information on a hairless ugly monkey. By the looks of it, it does not have much intelligence.”

“How do you know that?” a pegasus named Rainbow Dash says.

“By looking at the animal kingdom as a whole, this thing here uses hands. And monkeys uses hands. I do know for a fact that monkeys use hands to grasp items, swing from trees, and throw their feces,” Twilight explains, “Right, Fluttershy?”

“Yes, that is true,” Fluttershy replies, “If only Curious George wasn’t curious…”

“Anyway, saying that animals having no intelligence is mean,” Twilight says, “However, we do know that many of them depend on their instincts and our care.”

“Did it say anything, Apple Bloom?” Applejack asks towards her younger sister.

“Well…”

Many minutes ago.

Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo scream at what had jumped out of behind a tree. Very dark colored teeth and reddened eyes looked menacingly towards them. The hulking mean muscles of the creature were the textures of creame and garbage. It spewed saliva everywhere, indicating it being dangerous. The roar and smell from the creature was just crude and disgusting.

Suddenly, a large red figure behind the monster bashed a shovel on its head.

“And that’s where you hit it, Big Mac?” Applejack asks towards a red stallion.

“Eeyup.”

“With the scooper?”

“Eeyup.”

“So that’s what the smell is.”

“Eeyup.”

You could feel a very strong stench coming from behind your head. From the feeling of it, it was thick, sludgy, and smelly. Very smelly. You took in a deep breath to smell the fresh feces that laid in your hair. You almost coughed and gagged, obtaining the attention of ponies that were around you.

“Hey, it’s awake!” Scootaloo says, peering at you.

“Shh, be quiet chicken,” you reply.

“Who you callin’ chicken, chicken?” she replies back.

“I think it’s trying to communicate,” Twilight says, scribbling down a few notes on parchment.

“No you,” you say.

“Sorry for my rude interruption, but I see what you have it captured in this contraption,” the voice of Zecora says.

“You wot mate,” you reply back in retaliation.

“Zecora, you saw this thing?” Twilight asks the zebra.

“I was inside my hut when I saw what it looked like to be a butt,” Zecora rhymes, “Buns like bread loaves, I saw it being chased by timberwolves.”

“So, he’s from the Everfree Forest?” Apple Bloom asks.

“That I do not know, Apple Bloom,” Zecora replies, “It is a mystery where this creature looms.”

“Actually, I’m from ‘Murica,” you say, speaking out, “Yessiree bob, ‘Murica.”

“ ‘Murica?” Twilight says out loud before writing it down.

“Yes’m.”

“Never heard of it.”

"Why do you have orange bits on your fingers?" Apple Bloom asks, her hoof pointed towards your cheesy fingers.

"Cheese puffs," you reply.

"Your red eyes?" Sweetie Belle asks.

"A lot of Dota 2," you say. You then cleared your throat. “I am Deluxe, Traveler of Many Worlds and Dawn of Ski-doosh,” you say, making up things on the spot and remembering Kung Fu Panda.

“How many “worlds” have you traveled?” Rainbow Dash asks you.

“Many.”

“Tell me this, Deluxe,” Rainbow Dash says, “If you’ve traveled many worlds, how come you messed your arrival up?”

Shit.

It’s a trap!

You begin to struggle to escape.

“It looks like it walked out of Tartarus,” Applejack whispers to Twilight, “Should we send it back?”

“I’m actually curious about this “ ‘Murica”, ” Twilight replies with a soft whisper.

“Were you going to eat us?” Sweetie Belle asks you as you rock the cage you’re in.