Silence

Silence and boredom

That pretty much sums up the last few hours quite nicely. No sound of guards patrolling, no other prisoners, nothing, just silence. I even began to entertain the thought that they had these rooms were soundproofed. I knew they weren’t, I heard the guards leaving after they put me in here. I'm also relatively sure that I am the only one down here.

I checked my interface and saw that it had been over three hours since the guards had left.

Really?

Three hours and no checking on the prisoner?

Although to be honest, with all the excitement as of late it is actually nice to just sit around. I had spent most of the time playing with my magic, learning new spells, revolutionizing outside the box. That kind of thing.

Now, they weren’t stupid enough to allow me full access to my magic, that’s what these stylish crystal manacles that went halfway to my elbows, were for. However I quickly learned that they do nothing to inhibit the power I recieved from my Aspect, or the bonuses I got from my Class.

I could have easily used those powers to break the manacles and use ‘Revise’ to escape, however that would be counterproductive to my goals and my plans.

I also passed some of the time by running over my plans, both past and present. As well as thinking over everything that happened since I got to this world. I wanted to make sure I would be able to recall as much as possible. Of course I wasn’t going to tell them everything, but I would tell them enough. Maybe some lies of omission, but no outright lies, not yet.

Nothing to do but wait I thought.

So here I am, simply sitting in my cell waiting for the guards to come and ‘interrogate’ me. I had to chuckle at that, these guys are far too soft to get me to say anything other than what I want to say.

I looked around admiring the crystalline structure I was in, It looked like it was literally made of one solid piece of crystal. Although since I was in the Crystal Empire when they finally caught me, I guess it is not really surprising that everything is made of crystal. It seems that they were smart enough not to try transporting me back to Equestria.

About ten minutes later, I heard the sound of four metal boots coming toward my cell. A few seconds later the door receded into the floor admitting two beings into my new home. They were both ponies. Anthropomorphic ponies to be precise. Wearing armor that looks like an amalgamation of every design flaw I could even imagine. Seriously it looks like it was made of iron and gold and only had a helmet, chestplate, a belt with a sword, gauntlets, and boots. Even with that only about 20-30% of their bodies were covered.

Ever see female armor designs from some MMORPGs? It’s like that, except every one wears it, male or female. I can’t imagine they have any real defensive value whatsoever.

Seriously, who the hell designed that armor. I mean all of them wear it so it is obviously standard issue, despite the fact it would be better suited for a stripper or a character designed to be fanservice.

“Get up.” One orders.

Well atleast they have the attitude. No nonsense, I like it. I think as I follow them like the good prisoner I want them to think I am. No sense rocking the boat. Not yet, anyway.

They lead me from my cell down a corridor, of crystal, up some stairs, and down another hall and over to an unassuming door that, you guessed it, were all made of crystal. Said door recedes into the floor like my cell door did and we enter, the door closing just after we pass the threshold.

Inside the room is, without question, an interrogation room. Nothing but blank walls, two chairs with a table that has a jug of water and two glasses on it, all crystal, if you didn’t spot the pattern yet. Thanks to the sensing abilities I had gained since coming here, I knew that the ‘wall’ farthest from me was something like a one way mirror. I could tell that there were three ponies behind it and I could recognize the aura of two of them. Twilight and Luna, I assume the last one was a scribe or something similar. My two guards move to the edges opposed to two other guards that were already in the room.

Seems they are not as hopeless as I had originally believed. Good, that will make things easier

One of the two chairs was already occupied by a mare I had not actually met yet, but who I knew a great deal about. Even sitting down I could tell she was a bit taller than me, maybe 4 or 5 inches. Being 6 feet tall myself this is rather large, especially since the average mare doesn’t seem to be taller than around 4 and a half feet. Oh, and how could I possibly not notice those double or maybe even triple F cups. From my vantage point I could see quite a lot of them. Adding in her looks, I wouldn’t be surprised if she could pass for a fertility goddess or something. I couldn’t find any record or anything suggesting a paramor, current or past. That would honestly be depressing if she truly is as old as the records, and my informants, claimed.

I’m getting sidetracked.

I sat down in the chair and simply waited for her to begin speaking.

“I am Princess -” She begins

“After everything I have done, after everything I have proven capable of doing, do you really think I don’t know who you and your sister are, Celestia?” I interrupted calmly. I wanted to get this started, it was going to take a while and I had better things to do. Figured I would get the ball rolling a bit faster.

If she was annoyed that I didn’t use her title nor show her any respect, she didn’t show it. I was actually slightly surprised that she didn’t even seem to react.

Interesting

“Very well” She says without missing a beat. “I have some questions and I highly suggest you answer all of them fully and truthfully”

I nod

“Let’s begin with something easy, Who are you?” She begins

“My name is Jack Frost.” I answer simply

She waited, likely expecting me to elaborate.

“That is not what you told my little ponies.” She finally said in a neutrally.

“There were extenuating circumstances, I did not wish to reveal my name to your ‘little ponies’.” I quipped. “Not after the warm, or should I say fiery, welcome they gave me.”

“What would you prefer to be called?” She asks “Jack Frost or Dr. Jackal?”

“Jack Frost is fine, I believe my time of antagonism is about over.” I said casually.

“So Mr. Frost, let us move on to other things” She says “How did you come to Equestria? You are obviously not from anywhere around here, and why did you seem to go out of your way to torment my little ponies? Especially my student and her friends.”

“I am afraid that for the first question, I have no idea how I arrived here, I was in one place, then I was in a forest. No memory of how I got from one location to the other.” I admit “As for the second; They started it, I ended it. Period” I say with a smirk.

She simply looks at me for a few seconds, no glare, no stare. Just an emotionless mask.

“I believe I will need to hear your side of the events starting from when you arrived in Equestria up until now.” She finally says

“Very well, although, I would like to hear from your little ponies’ side of the events. They did some strange things and I am rather curious about their reasons for doing them. I would, of course, give my side of the story first. I am sure they gave you a complete and biased view of what happened.” I say

After another short impromptu staring contest she agrees.

“Alright Celly, let me tell you the story of how we got here!” I say while smiling widely

Author's Note

I had this idea in the back of my head for a while. This will mainly be a Displaced fic with Homestuck concepts and such.

Authors, let me know if you would like to do a crossover. I'm game.