Introductions and arrival

Come on man just watch it!" Dave said.

"No, that's not gonna happen I am not a fucking little kid dude, and neither are you!" I replied.

"So what dude? I'm gonna watch it anyway." Dave replied.

"Yeah, well I'll just watch something else than! Wait, where's the remote control?"I asked.

"Oh, you mean this?" Dave replied, while holding the remote control.

"Give that back asshole! I am not going to watch My Little Horsie!" I said.

"It's My Little Pony, you idiot!" Dave replied.

"Well I don't care, they should have called it, hey look, we're letting adults watch our show that was intentionally meant for little girls and now my best friend is watching it as well! " I replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"Well dude I'm gonna watch it anyway." Dave said.

"Seriously how did I end up with you?" I asked.

"Well I would like to know that as well but I think we both know why and how and the fact we decided not to talk about it anymore right?" Dave replied.

"Yeah sure but do you really have to watch it, I mean you have seen all of the seasons four times now!" I shouted.

"Yep it never gets old." Dave replied casually.

"Fuck you." I replied.

"Ik hou ook van jouw schat." Dave replied.(Love you to babe in Dutch).

"Alsjeblieft god schiet me dood. I said hoping the Lord would end my torture." (Please god kill me now in Dutch).

Well I guess we'll start with the introductions,

My name is Ramses Doutzenberg and the pony loving freak is my best friend Dave Bal, we are both from the Netherlands but we moved to America together, I'm twenty six years old and Dave is twenty four years old, I am I little over six feet tall and Dave is almost six feet tall.

I have short blond hair, blue eyes and I have a scar on my face (it kind of looks like the scar Anakin Skywalker has on his eye), Dave has short black hair and has a clean face, we are both pretty muscled we have decent abs but we don’t like exaggerate about it

When we moved to America I sixteen and Dave was fourteen , I don't have any family due to some events in my past I would rather not talk about and Dave still has his dad but he hates him, but he loved his mom with all of his heart, his dad wanted him to take over his computer company while Dave wanted to start his own orphanage.

Unfortunately Dave's dad didn't like that idea and he started to yell at Dave telling him that he was a "good for nothing little prick" and that he should be happy he could step into his father’s footsteps.

I've lived with Dave since I was eight, my parents had a good relationship with Dave's mom so when they......Passed away and I was left alone.

Dave's mom took me in and treated me as her own son, Dave is like a little brother to me and whenever he got bullied in school I would stand up for him taking the hits he was supposed to receive and of course delivering some good hits as well.

The reason we moved to America was simple, we wanted to start over, a year before me and Dave moved to America Dave's mom got really sick and the doctors told us she didn't have much time, we would visit *mom* every day after school but one day when we went to visit her; her bed was empty we feared the worse and well let's just say the worse happened, mom had died but the doctor told us she left us something, he gave us a note that said:

My dear sons I know that you are sad because of my....Well my death but, you should not be sad, you should be happy, happy because I left you a little gift, a gift at The Bank that contains something of great value. I love you both my sons, we'll meet up one day but until that day comes......Live your life, forget about the past so that you may live in a better future.

Stay strong my sons and Ramses keep an eye out for Dave, we wouldn't want another toaster incident now would we?

I love you both so much,

Your mother for eternity,

Desiree Bal.

When we finished the note we were crying well Dave was crying I just didn't know what to do, I wanted to cry but I knew I had to be strong and help my little brother get over this.

So after a few more hours of crying Dave's father came to the hospital and told us everything was going to be alright, for the first time I saw a father figure in him......But that first time was also the last time.

After the funeral of mom, Dave's father started to get drunk a lot, hitting us calling us "worthless pieces' of shit" and eventually we had to call the cops on him because he broke Dave's arm and my nose, he got arrested but it did come with a cost, we were all alone and we had no job and no money, so what could we do? Then I remembered something, the little gift that mom left us.

So after a few weeks after the whole incident we finally went to The Bank and told the cashier the name of our mother and that we were her sons, of course we had to prove it so we brought our ID'S with us and after a whole lot of paper work the guy from the bank brought us to the safe our mom rented.

He opened it up and inside were four boxes two passports and another note.

We took everything out of the safe and put it in our backpacks, we thanked the Banker and we went straight home.

We opened our backpacks and took out all of the boxes and the note.

I opened the note and when I opened it a picture fell out, I picked it up and took a look at it, it was a picture of a big wooden cabin there appeared to be more pictures inside of the note, all of them showed pictures of the cabin and the inside, on the inside there was a big flat screen TV and a beautiful kitchen and many more awesome things, but it kept me thinking, Why would she want us to see these pictures?

I took a look and started to read the note, all it said was A gift for the both of you.

I then opened the first box and it contained two sets of keys, I took a good look before noticing a number written on the keys, it said 42 he that was our lucky number.

I then looked at the picture of the cabin and I saw that the house number was also 42 and then it hit me did she really meant it when she told us we were going to America one day!?

Then Dave patted me on the shoulder and when I looked I could see he was crying, but it weren't tears of sadness no it were tears of joy, he opened one box and it contained twenty five thousand euros!

The other boxes both contained fourth thousand euros, damn had she won the lottery!? Quite frankly we didn't care we were just happy we got some money ( I got a job by the way I was working at our local M.C. Donald's, yeah I know but I had to make some money right!?) but the letter also told us to not spend the money but to wait until we went on our journey, whatever that was supposed to mean.

He then told me that he also read a note that said that mom knew some people in America that wanted her to come and live in America with them (apparently mom lived in the US before she met Dave's father, when mom passed away she told the doctor to send a message to her friends in the U.S.A to pick us up at our house.

At first we didn't quite understand but after two days our doorbell rang and when we opened the door we saw two men, they were your typical Rednecks and I for one think Rednecks are pretty badass, they told us to "get our goddamn stuff and move our asses" because we were moving to the U.S.A.

With that said we literally jumped through our roof and we got all the things we needed, I got my laptop, my real father's dog-tags and some other things. When we were both finished we got out of our house and left a note on the door telling everyone we were gone for good.

I know it was illegal to sneak out of your country and go and live in another but the two Rednecks ( Whose names were Duck and Billy he funny names) told us they had everything covered. So we drove to Schiphol airport and took the first flight to America, we were going to the U.S.A MOTHERFUCKERS!

After a  long flight and some introductions we got to know as to how mom got this all covered, Billy and Duck told us that mom planned this a long time ago and that she was saving up all her money to help us make our dream come true (if you didn't get the clue our dream was to live, work, start a family and eventually die in America, I know it sounds strange but it was our dream ever since we were young, we wanted to leave The Netherlands we wanted to get away from it all, we just wanted to.......Start over.

I had a lot to think about, 'Is this really happening?', 'Did mom wanted this all along?', so many questions but no answers,

After we landed we got in Ducks truck, Duck and Billy drove us to our new home in Brattleboro, Vermont.

It was a nice place, it was quiet, peaceful and there was a lot of nature, I could defiantly get used to this.

When we arrived we were astonished, the cabin was even more beautiful in real life, we then took the key in both of our hands and put it in the lock, we turned the key and we heard a satisfying *click* the door opened and it revealed a heaven on Earth, the cabin was gorgeous it was huge, it had a beautiful kitchen a huge living room and two bedrooms, a bathroom and a shelter, we also had a small barn which contained a SUV yes you heard me right an SU.FUCKING.V, I looked at Duck and Billy and they said "A welcome to the family gift partner".

Oh yeah that's right did you know that they saw us as family, like their new nephews, it was amazing we gave them a big men hug and they told us if we ever needed any help we could always call them, oh yeah and they also offered the both of us a job to work at their farm which was much better than working at M.C. Donald's.

We quickly accepted and after a week or two we were already "Working our asses off" as Billy would say.

We quickly got accepted in the Jackson family and for all our hard work and help at the barn they paid us a 200$ a month and we still had our moms money which was about 130.000$ or so, so yeah we were pretty good on money.

We would still talk Dutch sometimes when we were together but when were with the others we would talk English, we were always good in English so talking and writing was no problem at all and up to this moment our life has been peaceful......Until ithappened.

Dave just had to discover the show My Little Pony, I first thought he was joking when he said he liked the show until he decided to buy all four season ALL FOUR FUCKING SEASONS! and watch them, he even told me to watch it, I watched the first two episodes and after that I just walked outside of the living room and I told him "ik ga mezelf nu van kant maken ok" (I'm going to kill myself right know ok).

He just replied with "ok meer ruimte voor mij en m'n spullen" (ok more room for me and my stuff).

I gave himself the finger and walked through the forest to get some fresh air and to get away from the annoying show, a show that would haunt me till the day I die.

Present day........

The days just went on and on, Dave was Just now calling himself a Brony or something and me still listening to the same theme song every fucking day:

My Little Pony, My Little Pony ahahahahaaaa,

My Little Pony "Shut up" I used to wonder what friendship could be "I used to wonder if my ears could bleed. "My Little Pony, until you all shared it's magic with me "Until you unleashed Hell upon me."

"Dude shut up!" Shouted Dave.

"Fuck you asshole, stop fucking watching that dumb show." I replied.

"It's not dumb klootzak." Dave replied. (Klootzak means Asshole)

"Yes it is you kut." ( kut is another word for fuck, literally translated it means pussy but we Dutch people use it as the term for fuck).

"Ja ja ja hou je bek en ga wat lopen ofzo." ( Yeah yeah yeah just shut up and go and walk or something) Dave replied.

"Oh no asshole you're coming with me." I said while turning the TV of.

"Dude what the fuck I was watching that! " Dave shouted.

"Yeah for the fifth time, now come on we're going for a walk." I said.

"What why?" Dave whined.

"Because it's Saturday night and you've been sitting in that exact same spot for over eight hours now that’s why." I replied.

"Hell no bitch I ain't going for a walk its getting dark; wait correction it is dark." Dave replied.

"You know what!? Let's go camping then, no let's go spend a night in the forest, no tents, no luxury, just the two of us and of course these six babies. " I said while pointing to the weapons Billy and Duck gave us, I know what you're thinking, why the fuck would they give a sixteen year old and a fourteen year old weapons, well they didn't when Dave turned twenty one and I was twenty three at the time we got our gun license.

Dave basically wanted any gun he could get his hands on, so eventually after waiting a long time we got our gun license and with the help of Duck and Billy we got six awesome guns an   M16A1 (god I love old school), a M16A4, a AR15, a Semi-automatic Remington 870 and two M1911.

I don't know how Duck and Billy were able to get us these weapons, they gave them to us on Christmas Eve! Fucking Christmas Eve, merry fucking Christmas bitches!

"Wait wait wait wait! I like the whole camping idea but bringing all of the guns with us? Is that really a good idea? Think about all the ammunition." Dave replied.

"I've got it all covered let's just take all the ammo and all the guns and let's go camping!" I said.

"There's no way I'm gonna be able to talk you out of this am I?" Dave asked.

"Nope." I replied with a smug grin.

"Aaaaahhhhhh fine let's go then." Dave replied while muttering about how he was gonna kill me.

"Good luck with that cause you'll be carrying the side-arms and ammunition! " I replied.

"Klootzak! " (Asshole!)

"Love you to buddy! " I replied.

We had a shit ton of ammo, sometimes we would shoot our guns with Billy and Duck; they would always say "We ain't goin to some goddamn shooting range that's fer pussy's, real men shoot guns in the open wild!" so we shot our guns in the wild, but we didn't shoot a lot  so we had a shit load of ammo.

We had 20; 25 round ammo clips for our M16A1 (the Ammo type 5.56x45mm),

20; 25 round ammo clips for our M16A4(Ammo type 5.56x45mm),

25; 30 round STANAG ammo clips for our AR15(Ammo type 223 nato)

200 yes 200 fucking shells for our Remington 870 (4 inch shells)

And 40 clips for our M1911's. ( 7 bullets in one clip, Ammo type 11.43mm)

So yeah we were pretty well armed would a wild bear try to attack us, I was the only one who could use the Remington, AR15 and M16A4, Dave was not the best with those, the setback of the weapons was just a little too much, but I told him that he would eventually be able to “play with the big boys" as I would state it.

"Yo dude I'm gonna need some luxury though, I'll bring our laptops, phones and some other things okay. "Dave shouted from upstairs.

"Fine then", 'well no going all wild for us tonight.’ I thought.

After a few minutes we were finished, I carried half of our ammunition, the Remington, M16A,  M16A4 and the AR15. Damn this was a lot of weight but luckily for me working at the barn has given me a strong back and when we lived in the Netherlands I went to the gym almost every day, so the weight wasn't much trouble.

Dave (after a lot of complaining) decided to join me to the gym, he was strong but I was just a tad bit stronger, I didn't mind the weight it felt like another exercise for me, when we moved to Brattleboro we would still exercise but we didn't visit any gyms, Dave didn't exercise everyday like I did, so when I told him he was going to be carrying the ammo he started bitching a lot.

"Dude why did we have to bring so much with us?" Dave whined annoyed.

That was the twentieth time he had asked that and I would always reply with the same answer.

"Because I never go out without my trusty guns and you were the one who wanted to bring our laptops, phones and all that fucking candy!" I replied.

Yeah that's right, I said that same line for over twenty times now.

"Don't you dare talk shit about Skittles, if you say one bad thing about Skittles I'll shove this Mars" he said while pointing to the Mars he was eating. "Right up your ass!" Dave replied.

I looked at Dave before saying a very common line we used back in the Netherlands.

"Don't you dare say it." Dave demanded.

"Ha gaaaaaaaay!" I replied.

"Oh hahahaha very funny klootzak, yeah real mature!" Dave said.

"Hey you asked for it." I replied.

"Yeah whatever, how long is it until we reach the camping spot?" Dave asked.

"Not far, we're almost there." I replied.

A half hour later......

"You stupid dumbfuck we're lost aren't we?" Dave asked annoyed.

"No we're not lost we simply cannot find the way to our destination." I replied.

"So we're lost." Dave replied casually.

"No shit Sherlock." I replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yes my dear Watson solving mystery’s is like elementary to me my dear friend." Dave replied with a thick English accent.

"Well then Holmes explain." I replied with a thick English accent.

"Well the idiot Ramses thought it would be a good idea to go camping while his handsome best friend Dave wanted to watch the most magnificent show ever made, thus leading to the situation that they are now currently lost in a bloody fucking forest in the middle of nowhere!" Dave replied dropping his English accent and replacing it with his normal voice.

"Holmes chill out man, or else you'll die alone with no friends, except that needle in your arm." I replied using my very low Batman voice.

"What are you talking about?" Dave asked.

"ERB?" I replied.

"Ahhh right, Sherlock Holmes vs. Batman right?" Dave asked.

"Ding ding ding ding, we've got a winner!" I replied.

"Oh goody what have I won!?" Dave asked enthusiastically.

"You've won a trip to space!" I replied.

"Really!?" Asked Dave.

"Nope." I replied.

"Ahwww, but I want to go to space so I can meet aliens." Dave replied.

"Yeah but I don't think the aliens want to meet you." I replied.

"Why not?" Dave asked.

"Well, let's just say you don't make good first impressions." I replied.

Flashback.............

It was a normal day on our high school, the sun was shining, the birds were cheerping and-- "COME ON DUDE WE'RE GONNA BE LATE AGAIN!" I shouted while running through the school halls.

"WELL EXCUUUUUUSEE ME FOR TRYING TO LOOK AS HANDSOME AS POSSIBLE! YOU KNOW A FACE LIKE THIS NEEDS A LOT OF TIME AND CARING!" Dave shouted back.

Yep this was just a normal day for us.

We slowed down to catch our breath and we decided just to walk to class, I mean we were already late so a few minutes more wouldn't matter right?

"Dude do you honestly think that people give a fuck about how you look!?" I asked.

"I don't care what others think of ma beauty I know I'm a pretty guuuurrlll." Dave replied.

"What?" I asked.

"A dollah makes me holla Hony Boo Boo child." Dave replied.

"Have you been watching that crap again?" I asked.

"Gurrll you got any Cheese Balls?" Dave replied in a thick Southern accent.

"I'll take that as a yes." I replied.

"Hey what are you two kids doing out here? You know that class started ten minutes ago right?" Someone asked.

We turned around and we saw our janitor standing there, but this was the new janitor, I believe he started today.

"What do we do now dude? We're fucked." Dave whispered.

"I don't know man." I whispered back.

"Well what do you have to say for yourself?" The janitor asked.

"Dude let's fuck with this guy, I mean we're already in trouble so what's a little more gonna do?" Dave whispered.

I just nodded in response.

"Well good sir." Dave said with a thick English accent. "We are here to teach incoming freshmen helpful tips about high school."

"Wait, you're the two volunteers?" The janitor asked.

"Yes we are my dear friend." Dave replied.

"You seem a little young to be the volunteers; that are going to teach those kids about sexual intercourse." The janitor said

"Well from the looks lf it, you could use some sexual intercourse as well, I mean just look at you, you old fart." Dave replied.

"What did you say!?" The now angry janitor asked.

"You're mother sucks cock in hell!" Dave replied.

"Dude what the fuck are you doing!?" I shouted.

"Ok that's, it you two are going to the principle!" The janitor demanded.

"And you can just suck my schlong!" Dave replied.

"Why you little brat!" And with that said, the janitor grabbed us by or coats and dragged us through the hallway with Dave constantly screaming "HELP HE'S GONNA SHOW US HIS HOGWARDS!"

End of flashback.......

"Why do you think I make bad first impressions?" Dave asked.

"Well let's just say my neck still hurts a little." I replied.

"Huh?" Dave said confused.

"Never mind, let's just try and find our way back to the cabin." I said.

"Told you camping sucks." Dave said mockingly.

"Yeah yeah just rub it in." I replied.

After the whole talk we started to search for home, but it wasn't working out for us well.

"Dude I hate you so much." Dave said.

"Would you shut up and keep looking on the map." I replied.

"This map is even older than Granny Jackson and that's something." Dave replied.

Yep we were so fucked.

"Wait dude I think I see light over there." Dave said while pointing to a fade light.

"Huh that's strange, I don't remember leaving the lights on do you?" I asked.

"Nope pretty sure I turned it off." Dave replied.

"Well let's check it out." I said.

"Wait what if it are aliens?" Dave's asked.

"If it are indeed aliens then let me do the talking." I replied.

"Yeah yeah but if that doesn't work I'll just shoot my way out." Dave said determined he would be able to take on an alien. "

"Yeah right, come on let's go." I replied

We went to take a closer look and when we did the light just became brighter and brighter.

"Dude I don't like this, let's go back." Dave said.

"No I wanna know what it is." I replied.

"Well if you say so bro." Dave replied.

We got closer and closer until the light became so bright we couldn't see a thing and the next thing we know we blacked out.

The last thing I heard Dave scream was "kuuuuuuuuut" (Fuuuuuuuuck).

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that my head felt like it was hit with a baseball bat, I got of the ground and opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the sun but it looked different almost cartoonish, I simply decided to shrug it off.

I looked around and I saw Dave laying on the ground, I quickly rushed over to him and checked his pulse 'phew he's still breathing' I thought.

"Yo get your lazy ass up." I said.

"No mom don't give me the spoon, you know Dave doesn't like the spoon." He mumbled.

*sigh* "Oh my god Dave you’re missing the season 5 premier of My Little Pony! "I shouted.

"Noooooooo, please Ramses set the TV on record and.. Oh real funny asshole." Dave said while giving me a nasty glare.

"Well look who's up. Slept well Beauty?" I asked.

"Yeah I did Beast." Dave replied.

Dave than looked around and asked me, "What happened dude? All I remember is that bright light and then everything went black."

"Yeah I think we passed out or something." I replied.

"Uhhh dude?" Dave asked.

"What is it?" I replied.

"What the fuck is that thing behind you?" Dave asked.

"What do you mean with..........Oh shiiiiiiiiiiit."

*ROAR!*

I don't know what that thing was but it was big and really weird, it appeared to be a lion but it had a scorpion tail and wings, we were so fucked.

"M-M-M-MANTICORE!" Dave shouted.

"Mint what now?" I asked.

"It's a Manticore, dude look out it's dangerous!" Dave shouted.

"Really I didn't notice."I replied.

"Here kitty kitty come on kitty yes who's a good bwoy wyes whyou whyou awe OH SHIT!" I was cut off by the Manticore trying to hit me with one of its claws.

"Alright time to put this overgrown dog thing down!" I said.

"Dave throw me the AR15!" I said. Our weapons were also scatter on the ground but luckily the AR15 was near Dave.

"Alright dude just hang on and don't get to over confident!" Dave replied.

"Yeah yeah just AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

I couldn't even finish my sentence because that thing strike me with one of its claws, I was sent flying. I was stopped by a tree and I think I heard a loud *CRACK*. I just hope it was the tree and not my back.

I could see Dave trying to get the safety off but he had never shot the AR15 before so it took him to long, the Manticore was already making his way over to Dave, saliva dripping out of its mouth.

No that's not gonna happen, I vowed to protect Dave no matter the costs; even if that meant giving up my own life, I was not going to lose the last thing I had as a family.

My once white blouse was now torn apart and I had three cuts on my chest, the cuts weren't deep but it was still bleeding oh and my back hurt like hell, but then the adrenaline kicked in and I couldn't feel any pain, the only thing I felt was determination, I was not going to lose Dave, I was not going to lose my little brother.

I quickly ran over to the beast and tackled it to the ground, I got up and grabbed the AR15 and switched the safety of.

"Jij zal Dave geen pijn doen!" (You will not hurt Dave)! I shouted.

*click* *ratatatatatatatatatatat* *thud* *final breath*

Those were the things I heard when I shot an entire magazine into that thing.

After that, I passed out and the only thing I saw was Dave running towards me.

Dave's point of view.........

I watched in awe when Ramses saved my ass back there, but when he collapsed to the ground I feared the worst, I quickly ran over to him but it looked like he was going to live.

He had three cuts on his chest and he lost consciousness, luckily for him I packed an first-aid kit in my backpack, I quickly ran over to my backpack and got out some bandages and a bottle of alcohol, I poured some of the alcohol on one of the bandages and started cleaning the cuts,  'damn lucky son of a bitch' I thought.

It took me a few more minutes to get him patched up, after that I tried to lift him up but I wasn't as strong as he was, so I had to use the Rauteck method to drag him to a nearby tree, I put him down and used my backpack as a pillow to give his head some support.

After I was sure he was ok I started to collect all of our stuff, our backpacks, weapons, everything was still with us.

"Thank god for that." I said.

After the whole thing I opened my backpack and took out some Skittles.

"Goddamn I love me some Skittles." I said

While I was eating and ignoring the sight of the dead Manticore it set me thinking.

'How the fuck did a Manticore end up in Brattleboro?’