Prototype: Equestrian Menace

“Owww my head…” She muttered to herself as she woke up, head throbbing right above her left eye. Raising a hoof she poked it and hissed when the pain hit her like a freight train. Dropping her hoof back to the ground she noticed that her head wasn’t on her comfortable tempurrrrpedic pillow, nor was this her cloud-like bed.

Inching her eyes open she didn’t see her room either, instead she saw a warehouse full of crates, lights hanging down from the ceiling high above her throwing a slight amount of light into the dark warehouse. Bolting upright, she grunted in pain as a before-unnoticed object around her neck made itself known. A collar, with a long iron chain attach to it the end of which was currently held in the hands of an alien who was sitting across from another one, both of whom were staring at her.

She jumped back at that, the alien giving her some leeway as her flank hit one of the many crates. Getting over her shock at that she growled and lowered her horn towards the duo, her signature azure colored magic lighting up along the length of it. The duo glanced at each other before one of them lowered its hand to its side and pulled out the same L shaped object from below. “Let. Me. Go. Now.”

She heard it before she saw it, a massive thunderclap, deafening to her ears so much so that she flinched straight back into the crate. But not before the crate exploded into a million tiny splinters, all of them somehow missing her as they ricocheted off the floor and the armored thighs of the two aliens as they watched her. Her magic glow gone and her face pale she stared at the two of them as they started talking to each other in their alien language, the L shaped weapon now smoking from its end.

Shrinking back into the crate, her entire body shaking with fear at what they would do to her now she heard a muffled screaming coming from her left, down an isle of crates. Looking that way she saw another one of the aliens, clad in a yellow suit, a blank visor where its face was and a black tube running from its mouth all the way around to its back. As it neared them it slowed down and glanced at her before looking at the two sitting.

It jabbed a finger at the duo, to which the one holding her chain started laughing and slapping its knee. It pointed at the one holding the smoking L and then at her, all the while a rapid series of sounds coming from its hidden mouth. The yellow one looked at her and shook its head before making cupping its hands around an invisible throat and pretended to throttle the duo.

The one with the L stuck up its middle finger in response to which the yellow one waved its hand and walked away, back down the way it came. Raising her eyebrow at the exchange she went back to watching the duo, her breathing slowing down as the L was set back down on the spool they  were using as a table. Mr. Chain, aka the one who was holding her chain and she guessed it was a male judging by its deep voice, leaned forward his free hand waving wildly in the air as it spoke, his accomplice Mr.L nodding as Mr. Chain spoke.

This went on for a while, the only difference as time passed was who was waving their hands and who was talking. At first she was scared when they had been raining out of the sky, then almost piss herself scared when they broke into her house… but now? Mr. L reached over to smack Mr. Chains who promptly returned the smack, the two of them glaring at each other through their four blue eyes.

Now she wasn’t sure what to think, sure they made a wooden crate explode next to her face but… what alien species came to conquer a planet and just ended up smacking each other in the face? Mask? She was about to add skull to the list when she heard the odd scraping noise sounding in the distance. Her ears perked up at that noise and both of the aliens noticed it too, Mr. L deciding to pick up his L object and pointing it towards the origin of the noise.

It took a full ten seconds before she saw what was making the noise, it was the yellow one, dragging a metal chair behind it with one hand and walking confidently towards them. Mr. L lowered his weapon and put it back on the table, while the yellow one kept dragging his chair over.

Lowering her head onto her forehooves she watched the duo, soon made a triple as the yellow one finally arrived and set his seat up beside Mr. L. Soon all three of them were talking, Mr. Y’s words somehow less obstructed than the other two, who then grabbed something off of a belt she didn’t notice at first. Curious she raised her head slightly to see a deck of cards held in between two of its claw-fingers.

With a twist of its fingers the deck spread apart and it started shuffling with just one hand, its dexterity matching and surpassing that of many a magic users. Ignoring their conversation her eyes trailed after the deck of cards as it started flipping, throwing, shuffling and mixing the deck together as its head implied it was paying more attention to the other two than the deck.

The deck was split into a half and then into fourths, the top-most one being switched with the bottom one and then smashed back together. Its hand held the deck outwards and started bending the cards, sending them all flying into its other hand, before repeating the process again. After a minute of that it gently placed the deck in the middle of the table out of her view.

Grunting she laid her head back down and watched as the Mr. Y’s arms made movements like it was dealing cards. Their conversation resumed as they all held five cards in their hands, all of them holding it close to their chests. Mr. Chain threw his free hand, the one with the cards, up into the air and said something to which Mr. Y and Mr. L looked at each other and shrugged.

At their shrugging both of them pulled something from their belts and put it on the table, Mr. Y grabbing some square and Mr. L grabbing another one of his favorite letters! L! Curious now she stood up slightly to which Mr. Chain glanced at her and shook his head, quickly looking back at the other two and placed a long rectangle on the table. They were betting, she thought to herself with a smile as they started placing their cards down on the table.

WIth a cheer signalling his win Mr. Chain grabbed all the items off the table and put them down beside him, to which a familiar booing sound came from the other two.

They really weren’t all that… scary. If anything they seemed like a bunch of idiots, just judging by their interactions with each other. Gulping she stood up in one swift motion, drawing attention from all three of them, to which Mr. L reached for his L shaped object. Ignoring him she slowly walked over to the free spot at the table and sat on her haunches, her head just barely clearing the edge and letting her see the cards.

Mr. Chain laughed and pointed his finger at Mr. L, who she swore was frowning under that mask, who slowly put the object back on the table. Mr. Y just went back to shuffling his cards in his hands.