Road Trip: Equestria!

Three hours have passed since the plane began its trip from Washington, DC. Justin and Carlos were cooperating in a mobile video game, where Justin was a human clad in heavy platemail armor with a powerful sword and a massive shield, and Carlos was an elven archer wearing a leafy robe and shooting at the dragon that Justin was fighting.

"Come on, man! We've almost got it!" Carlos said while his knees shook out of anticipation and excitement.

Justin licked his lips before sending the sword through the dragon's chest, and using his shield to block its incoming fireball. Carlos, on the other hand, charged his next shot before sending a powerful enchanted arrow into the dragon's forehead, landing a critical hit.

The dragon's HP was now at one thousand out of ten, and lowering quickly. Justin's HP, however, was at five thousand out of ten, and Carlos was still at maximum health, but due to the low defense boosts that his armor gave, his maximum health was only two thousand, five hundred. Regardless, though, his armor provided a lot of attack power.

Finally, at the one-thousand mark, the dragon began charging another lava blast that would've surely ended Justin's "Knight" career (or in this case, sent him to a graveyard to respawn). With their adrenaline high, Justin quickly did a whirlwind slice that dealt two hundred and fifty damage repeatedly, and Carlos sent a storm of arrows with equal damage onto the dragon's back.

Then... the beast was slain.

"YEAH! THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE, BABY!" Justin and Carlos shouted in unison before giving each other a high-five. Little did they know, however, that all eyes were now staring at them... and none of those eyes were amused. Since they were both wearing earphones, however, they didn't even notice.

Not until the man sitting behind them tapped on their shoulders. Justin and Carlos both turned around, only for their smiles to drop when they saw an elderly-looking guy in a business suit glaring at them. They removed their earphones and asked, "Yes?"

The man in a business suit sarcastically smirked before nodding his head. "So... you boys having fun there?"

Justin smiled sheepishly before nodding his head. "Yes, sir. Heroes and Beasts is a very fun game! Do you happen to-"

The man's sarcastic smile dropped quickly, and he stood from his seat and began yelling at the two. "Because I happen to have FIVE businesses that I have to run by myself, and the time on the plane, or in a hotel room, is the ONLY TIME that I get to sleep! So WHY THE HELL DO I ALWAYS END UP WOKEN UP BY A PAIR OF ADOLESCENT ASSHOLES THAT DON'T EVEN PAY ATTENTION TO THEIR SURROUNDINGS?!"

Justin and Carlos looked at each other nervously before looking at the other passengers' faces, who also looked about as angry as the businessman behind them.

With a sigh, Justin looked up at the businessman and shrugged his shoulders. A sheepish smile grew on his face, as all he could say was, "I... had my earphones on?"

The airport was a lot more noisier that morning. A trio of friends were running through the hallways while a large group of angry people chased them down the halls. Two of them were carrying a large black case with a pair of wheels on one end, while the third, a blonde-haired girl, was carrying her purse.

"Honestly, do you both have to always get in trouble like this?!" Ashley shouted through the commotion.

Justin and Carlos shook their heads before Justin turned towards Ashley, who was slightly behind them. "Honestly, I don't even think this one was our fault! How were we supposed to know that we were loud?!"

Ashley rolled her eyes before retorting, "I don't think it was how loud you both were that got us in this mess!"

Justin looked forward again as they began nearing the stairway. "Oh? Then what did we do?!"

Carlos cut in. "I think I may know!"

Right after the plane's doors opened, the trio of friends were the first to leave. As they did, though, Justin looked at Carlos and rolled his eyes, as the two of them were "forced" to put their phones away, which made them lose the progress that they made. "Honestly, I can't believe we lost our progress to a bunch of stuck-up penguins in suits!"

Carlos nodded his head in agreement while they stepped down the plane, and walked up to the luggage area. "I know, man! Honestly, if I had a nickel for how many people in there looked like they were mentally unstable, I'd probably be rich!"

"Um... guys?" Ashley nervously stated while Justin lifted one handle of the large black box with yellow handles that held all of his clothes and souvenirs from their trip. Despite Ashley's words, however, none of them seemed to hear her.

"Might even be a millionaire! Perhaps you'd be a millionaire if those nickels were pennies, even!" Justin added, much to Carlos's amusement.

"Guys!" Ashley continued while her nervous expression only grew.

Carlos pointed at Justin's box and asked, "Dude, you need a hand with that?"

"Nah, I got it... at least it has wheels!"

"GUYS! TAKE YOUR EARPHONES OUT NOW!" Ashley screamed directly in front of their faces, causing both of the men to jump and practically yank their earphones out of their ears.

"What's wrong, Ashley?" Justin asked nervously. When she turned to her right, Justin followed her gaze, and instantly paled up when he saw the man with a business suit cracking his knuckles and walking their way. Behind him were a bunch of people with angry gazes directed at the three of them. "Um... Carlos? A little hand here, please?"

Carlos nodded his head and walked up to the crowd as if in a challenging manner. "You got it, man!" He stood there for a second before his eyebrows quickly raised up. Then he bolted away from the crowd and yanked the other half of Justin's large box in the air, while Justin and Ashley joined in the rush. Not long after they began running, the crowd followed suit.

As Carlos finished explaining the story, Ashley looked at him in shock. "Wait... you knew what was going on?!"

Carlos shrugged his shoulders but said nothing. Justin, however, vouched for him by looking at Ashley and replying, "He's Asian! Of course he knew!"

Ashley's eyes widened at that statement. "Dude, isn't that a little, I don't know, racist?!"

Carlos, however, chuckled before shaking his head. "Sounded like a compliment to me!"

Ashley rolled her eyes as the escalator reached the first floor. Then the three of them ran to the parking lot, where Justin offered his side of the box to Ashley. She hesitantly took it while Justin bolted ahead of them at a surprisingly fast pace.

Carlos turned around and noticed that they were halfway down the parking lot, and the people were just now getting out of the airport, while still giving chase. "Good thing none of those guys are track stars, huh?!"

Ashley nodded her head while looking forward. A smile formed on her lips as she spotted what Justin was running up to... his red 1965-style Ford Pickup Truck with passenger seats and a manually made sunroof.

She and Carlos watched Justin run through the passenger side of the truck then slide across the front... but then they winced as they saw him slide too far and fall onto his back, while grunting in slight pain, frustration, and embarrassment. "OW... damn it! One of these days, I swear!"

He quickly stood up and shook his head before opening the driver seat door and slinging his keys out of his pocket... and out of the passenger seat window. "My keys!"

Carlos quickly ran to the right while he and Ashley lifted the box and practically slid it into the back of the truck. Then he ran to the right, picked the keys up, and tossed them to Ashley, who caught them and leaped into the passenger window flawlessly. Justin then shakily placed the key into the slot and turned it clockwise, while screaming at the truck to hurry up. Then, once it kicked to life he shifted the gear to "Drive" and slammed on the gas pedal while Carlos jumped halfway into the truck with his legs sticking out of the window. As his legs kicked, the people were now at the tail of the truck and began reaching for the Asian American. Unfortunate for them, however, they weren't able to outrun the truck, and yelled at it with their fists raised high, as the truck pulled out of the driveway with Carlos's legs halfway in the truck.

The three friends were breathing heavily, with Justin in the driver seat, Ashley in the passenger seat, and Carlos in the middle of the back seat. They continued to catch their breath silently... and when they did, the three of them burst into a laughing fit.

"Dude, wasn't this, like, the third chase that we started this year?!" Carlos asked before buckling himself in.

Justin tilted his head and smiled crookedly in thought. "Yeah... I think it was, actually!"

Ashley rolled her eyes and shook her head, but smiled nonetheless. "And summer is just starting, too!"

Justin and Carlos chuckled in unison before fist-bumping each other. Ashley sighed before shaking her head. "Yeah... you guys are definitely trouble."

Justin feigned shock when he looked at her. "Ashley! You've known us for two years now, and haven't figured that one out?! I thought you were the smartest of all three of us!"

Ashley smirked and rolled her eyes before turning back to Justin. "Uh, yeah! How else do you guys think that you've managed to survive?"

Carlos pointed at her and nodded his head at Justin. "She does raise a point, you know."

Justin smirked at them before turning back towards the road. Already, they were on a large suburban neighborhood with several brick houses with white wooden rooftops. The houses all looked the same in style, with only a few minor changes here-and-there from the owners of the houses.

Midway down the neighborhood, Justin backed into his driveway and turned his truck off. Then Ashley and Carlos left through the passenger side while Justin gently lifted his box and placed it on the wheels before sliding it towards his front door.

Carlos looked up and saw that it was well past midnight at that point, and yawned. "Hey, Justin! You got any 5-hour energies on you?"

Justin nodded his head and gently placed the handle of the box on the ground. Then he reached forward and unlatched the locks of the box and gripped onto the lid... but stopped himself before he could open it up. "Oh, wait! Dang it, I just remembered, I had to drink the last one at the Games-Con, remember?"

Carlos nodded his head in understanding before waving his right hand dismissively. "It's cool, man. Maybe I've got a few more. So, hey! You up for a game of 'Shoot 'em Up' tonight?"

Justin nodded his head and chuckled before gripping onto the handle of the box again. "Wouldn't miss it for the world!"

Ashley gasped and pointed at the box. "Justin, wait! Look at your box!"

Justin released the handle and followed her finger. Then he gasped and replied, "Oh, crap!" Then he lowered back down to it and latched the locks back up. "Thanks, Ashley! Almost made a mess in my front yard!"

She chuckled before shaking her head. "Yeah, well you owe me now, so... ha!" She playfully stuck her tongue out at him before turning towards the house across the street from Justin's. "Well, I've gotta run. See you boys later!"

Justin and Carlos nodded their heads and waved at her, then silently watched as she crossed the road, and stepped into her house. When she was at the door, though, she turned around and chuckled before rolling her eyes, as she saw the two guys still staring at her.

Carlos shook his head before turning towards Justin. "Dude, she's something else, isn't she?"

Justin nodded his head before turning back to him. "Yeah. Hey, so why don't you ever ask her out?"

With a sigh, Carlos replied, "I don't know, man. I guess I'm just a little nervous, is all." Then he turned towards the intersection three houses from the left that led to another group of houses. "Hey, listen. I'll be on in about an hour, okay? I might have to go through my stuff to find any games I should trade in for cash. This trip was expensive, after all."

Justin nodded his head and patted his friend on the shoulder. "I hear that... thanks again, by the way! You didn't have to go through with that for Ashley and I, y'know."

Carlos smirked before shrugging his shoulders. "It was a buy-2-get-1-free deal, so I wasn't gonna leave you both hanging!" Then he turned back towards the direction to his house and waved. "See ya in about an hour, okay?"

Justin nodded his head and waved back at him. "Alright, see ya, man!" Then he watched his friend run down the empty road and cross the intersection before disappearing from Justin's sight. Then Justin turned towards his box, gripped the handle, and carried it into his living room with the wheels dragging across the ground.

From inside the box, Twilight and Spike were nervously looking around, but they also avoided making any kinds of movement to keep from being spotted by their captors. Twilight had taken a few bumps from the rush that they found themselves in hours ago, but otherwise, she was okay. Spike, however, was feeling "green around the scales", as he claimed, before firmly gripping onto his mouth.

"Okay, Spike... I think we're in the clear!" Twilight whispered, only to silently gasp when she heard a pair of clamping noises for the second time, indicating that the box was unlocked, and about to be opened.

Justin unlocked the box again and was about to open it, when the sound of the local news alert came onto the television. He turned towards it and tilted his head in confusion before walking up to his couch and turning the volume up a little more.

The news reporter, a middle-aged blonde lady with dark eyeliner and white face powder, spoke to the viewers. "This just in, a strange report has been going on in Washington, DC. Jason Stewart is there with a pair of eyewitnesses of what many people have claimed to be, a real alien sighting. Jason, how are you doing up there?"

The camera cut to a man with short black hair, green eyes, who was wearing a suit with a red tie, and held a microphone with the words "Channel 8" written on it. "Thank you, Stephanie, I am doing well, but I wish I could say the same for the eyewitness. Here they are, Philip Johnson, and Maurice Simpson." The camera panned to the pair of animal control officers, who both appeared to be shaken up, with Philip also having a clear wet stain in front of him. "Now, Philip! We've been hearing constant reports that you were the one that they sent to handle the creature when it was sighted. Can you give us a description of the alien?"

Philip just stood there with a blank expression on his face. Then it slowly went into a panicky expression, before he shook his head and burst into tears, while whining in his usual high-pitched tone. "AAAAH, I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE!" He then ran away from the camera while Jason tilted his head in confusion before turning towards Maurice.

"Maurice? Will your coworker be okay?"

Maurice shrugged his shoulders before replying, "Eh, I've known 'em since we was little kids, mon. He'll grow out of it eventually... now, as for your question! Yeah, I could give you a physical description!"

Jason nodded his head and smiled. "Thank you. Please, go with as much details as you can."

Maurice nodded his head before replying, "Well, mon, it had a lotta fur on it! The fur was about a lavender color. It also had purple hair, with a pink stripe somewhere in the mid-side of its hair. It had a tail the same color, and a pair of huge purple eyes! Almost like a cartoon, or somethin'! It also looked like it had the body of a horse, but it kinda seemed more like a pony! Its face, though, was more rounded, and its snout protruded at a smaller distance than a regular pony or horse!"

"Is there anything else you can describe for us?" Jason asked before moving the mic towards Maurice again.

Maurice nodded his head and replied, "Yes! It wasn't that tall, but it had a horn on its head, and a pair of wings on its back! And those wings? They was real, mon! Flew right up into the sky!"

The people around him stared in disbelief. Even when the camera cut out, and was switched back to Stephanie, she was at a loss for words for a few seconds. Then she cleared her throat before nodding her head. "Okay. Thank you for your input, Mr. Simpson. Another eyewitness has claimed that it disappeared shortly after finding itself on a collision course with a plane said to have been heading towards Mississippi. Any and all passengers may be-"

Justin turned the TV off and sighed before shaking his head. Then he chuckled before thinking out loud. "An alien unicorn pegasus hybrid? Ha! What kind of elaborate joke is Channel 8 telling, now?"

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the sound of something creaking. When he turned towards the source of the sound, his eyes caught sight of his box... which was open, now.

Confused, he stepped towards the open box and knelt to where he could see inside it more clearer... but aside from his clothes and bagged souvenirs, he couldn't find anything out of the ordinary... except for a long strand of purple hair. He lifted it out of the box and examined it curiously before shrugging and tossing it to his side. "Eh, must be from a wig, or something." Then he nearly jumped when he heard the sound of something falling over in the room to his right. He cautiously closed the lid of the box with his eyes glued on the open door. He reached down and picked up one of his boots that he took off shortly after entering the house, and tip-toed to the room, completely unaware of the alicorn and the baby dragon that were hiding underneath the lid of this box the whole time.

Twilight sighed in relief when she was able to make something in the room away from them fall, and catch the strange human's attention. Before, he was speaking strange words that she couldn't quite understand, but seeing the boot in his hand made her realize that he must've been a warrior of some kind.

She was holding Spike's mouth closed while the human stepped away from the box. Then she tip-hoofed into the open kitchen area right behind the living room, and slid into the cabinet with Spike still silenced in her forehooves. When she released her grip from him, he started breathing heavily.

"Twilight! What if this guy is one of the leaders of this place?!" he asked her worriedly.

Twilight shrugged her shoulders before replying, "I don't know, Spike... but we have to get out of here!"

Spike shook his head and replied, "Actually... I may have an idea, but you have to trust me on this!"

Twilight looked at him uneasily before nodding her head. "Okay, then... what's your idea?"

Spike scratched his chin in thought. "If he is one of the leaders of this world, perhaps we could convince him to keep his people from attacking us? You know that these humans are hostile, as the marks around your neck point out!" He pointed at the slightly dark ring around Twilight's neck where the control pole was forcibly placed on her.

She nodded her head and replied, "Yes, but... how can we establish a communication with him, when we can't even speak the same language?! I can't learn their language by magic, because that spell requires too much energy... and I haven't eaten yet, so I won't be able to recover my magic energy any time soon!"

Spike shrugged his shoulders before replying, "Didn't you say that teaching others Equestrian through magic takes less energy, though? Why not teach him our language, and get him to translate it in his own?"

Twilight thought for a moment before her inner lightbulb went through her head. "That's it, Spike! If we teach him our language, then he'll even be able to explain to us why his people attacked us to begin with!" She hugged him tightly before snuggling his forehead with her left cheek and adding, "Oh, what would I do without you, Spike?"

With a smirk, Spike shrugged and replied, "Hey, you don't call me your Number-One Assistant for nothing!"

They were about to continue talking when the sound of footsteps broke their concentration. Then the two of them backed as far into the corner as they could and hid behind a large bucket, while the cabinet doors opened up. Then they held their breaths as the human reached his hand towards them, and began scratching on the surface.

Twilight, however, noticed that his hand was angled slightly to the side, where he was trying to reach a skillet. She then looked at him through the blurry plastic bucket, and learned that he wasn't even looking inside. So she inched her hoof towards the skillet and lightly pushed it towards the human's hand. As soon as he gripped it, she pulled her hoof back behind the barrel, and watched as he closed the cabinet.

Justin sighed before spraying the skillet with butter and tossing a couple pieces of toast on it. Then he opened his refrigerator and pulled out a slice of cheese and bologna, before closing the fridge and placing both on the bread pieces.

After listening to the simmering of the butter for about thirty seconds, he lifted the piece of bread with the cheese melted into it with a spatula and placed it on the one with the bologna, then slid the food item to the center of the skillet for another thirty seconds.

Once his "creation" was completed, he turned the stove off and slid the skillet off of the hot burner, before lifting the cheesy sandwich with the spatula, and placing it on a paper plate, which was then carried to the living room, and placed on the coffee table that stood between his couch and the medium-sized TV. Next to it was a glass of water that he poured for himself before cooking.

He then grabbed a controller from the end table next to the couch and pressed a button in the center of it. The blue "G" in the center of said button lit up, and on the TV screen, the same logo appeared in a circle, with the words "Game Station" written below it in bold blue text.

After waiting for the screen to show up for ten seconds, Justin signed into his account and waited for the game to boot up... but the sound of a creaking noise caused him to remove his headset and look behind his back. Sure enough, the cabinet door was open, and he could've sworn that he closed it.

He placed the controller on the coffee table and walked up to the cabinet slowly. Then he also noticed something else was off... the sink was slightly on, but only barely.

"Huh... could've sworn I closed this..." he commented as he closed the cabinet door. Then he walked up to the sink and added, "And I could've sworn I turned this off." He rotated the handle of the sink until it was all the way off before heading back into the living room.

He sighed before lifting his cup of water up to his lips and sipping... only to find that it was empty. "What the... huh?!" He looked at the empty cup confusedly before scratching the back of his head. Then he sighed before walking up to the sink and filling it back up again. "Must've forgotten to fill the damn thing... ha!" He chuckled to himself before shaking his head and walking back up to the coffee table and placing the cup on it... shortly after taking a sip of water from it.

After his setup was ready, he slapped the headphones on his head, gripped the controller, leaned up close to the TV, and grinned wickedly when his friend "Carlo1337" signed in and joined his party.

Then he tapped on his microphone and began speaking. "Hey, Carlos! You there?"

For the next few hours, Twilight and Spike watched the human play a video game that was also much more detailed than any other games they've ever seen in existence, while hiding behind the kitchen counter that divided the kitchen from the living room. The graphics were so stunning, that Spike was drooling over it. He turned to Twilight and said, "I know what I want for Hearth's Warming this year!"

Twilight, however, was feeling slightly green over the sight of what was going on in the video game. "Ugh... not gonna happen! Why are those humans killing each other in that video game?! If Princess Celestia ever saw who made this game, I'm sure she would banish him or her to the moon for eternity! EEP! Spike, close your eyes!"

Spike, however, grinned wickedly at the first-person view of a knife going through another human's throat. "Whoa! This game even beats Colt of Duty by a long shot!"

They watched on for an hour. Occasionally, they would both freak out when they hear the human growling, complaining, and yelling at the TV in his own language. During those times, they were thankful that they didn't understand his language, because whatever obscene words he was saying must've been nothing short of bad natured.

After Justin finished gunning down another few players, he roared victoriously. "YEAH! DID YOU SEE THAT?! THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE, BITCHES!"

The timer reached zero, and Justin was left with yet another victory, thanks to his teamwork with Carlos. "Dude, nice! That kill-cam is worth saving, also!"

Justin chuckled before nodding his head. "Damn right!" He then looked at a clock that hung over his right wall... the one where the front door was at. He sighed when he read "2:00 AM".

He lowered his mic in front of his lips and said, "Hey, man. Sorry to cut it short, but I've gotta get ready for the landlady. She should be getting here at about one, and I've gotta clean up a little bit."

Carlos replied through the mic, "No worries, man. Night!"

"Night, man. Oh, and G-G!"

"G-G!"

With that, Justin left the game lobby and shut down his "Game Station" for the night. Afterwards, he lifted his paper plate from the coffee table and examined the half-eaten sandwich. With a sigh, he walked over to a garbage can and tossed it inside before heading towards the stairway that led to his bedroom.

When the coast was clear, Twilight and Spike tip-hoofed/tip-clawed their ways out their hiding place. Twilight headed into the living room to follow the human, while Spike curiously walked up to the trash can and pulled the half-eaten sandwich out of it. He then took a curious bite out of it and moaned in ecstasy. "Whoa... Twilight! This stuff is amazing! You gotta try some!"

Twilight, however, rolled her eyes and replied, "Spike, you were able to eat the same junk that made all of Ponyville sick for a week! That said... I may not trust your judgement on that one."

Spike shrugged his shoulders before tossing the rest of the sandwich into his mouth. "Then more for me, I guess!" He then eyed Twilight curiously. "Um... Twilight? What are you doing?"

Twilight looked back at him and replied, "Simple! I'm going to wait until he's asleep... then I'll tie his arms and legs together so he doesn't try attacking me when he wakes up!"

Spike tilted his head in confusion before asking, "Twilight... why are you acting like that time when you were sneaking into the Canterlot Archives?"

Twilight shook her head and replied, "I'm not! I'm fighting fire... with fire!"

Spike backed away uneasily as he looked at her fierce and serious eyes. "Um... what?"

Twilight grinned wickedly before turning back towards the staircase. "They wanted to be tough on me? Well... I'll show them that I can be tough right back!"

"I don't know, Twilight... we don't even know if he's even a leader, yet!"

Twilight hummed before looking at the TV once again. Then her eyes widened, as a possible answer may have been discovered. "That's it! He must be their military leader! A captain of some sort!"

"A... captain? But he doesn't even look like he's that tough, though!"

Twilight waved her right hoof dismissively. "Maybe he doesn't look tough... but if you mess with a unicorn and her magic, she can prove you wrong otherwise!" She then pointed at the TV. "That must've been more than a video game! Perhaps he was teaching new recruits how to fight! And maybe his shouting was to those that were failing his lessons! I mean... he did shout most of the time that he killed the other people!"

Spike rubbed his chin in thought. Sure enough, she did raise a point there. "So... that was more than a game... was it a simulation, then?"

Twilight nodded her head and smiled. "Of course it was! Why wouldn't it be?!" Then she turned towards the stairway and started slowly walking up the dark hallway. "I'll be back when I have him all tied up!"

Twilight slowly opened the human's doorway and tip-hoofed inside. She nearly had a panic attack when she heard a nearly ear-shattering roar inside the room... but after hearing it repeat itself again, it was clear that it wasn't a roar... the human was snoring... unbelievably loud.

She rubbed her snout in thought. "Okay... I can't just conjure up a rope, because that would drain my energy too much... and my knowledge on human anatomy is still very basic... so what could I use to tie his arms and legs up?!"

The human grumbled and turned around, but due to the darkness of the room, Twilight couldn't tell whether he was looking at her, or the window on the other side of the bed, where the moon was shining from.

She ducked and hid her face out of fright... but her fright passed over once she heard the human snoring once again. She sighed in relief before looking up and moving a little closer, so she could get a better view of the human.

To her relief, he was looking away from her, so if he were to wake up, she would at least have a small amount of reaction time to hide. Then she eyed the small blanket that the human was in, and noticed that his feet were sticking out... and that was where an idea came up.

"I could use his stockings... er... socks! I could use those to tie his wrists and ankles together with!" She then slowly tip-hoofed over to the foot of his bed and waited for the perfect moment to strike. Then, ever-so-slowly, she bit the tip of the human's left sock, and slowly dragged it off of his foot.

As she did, however, she slightly gagged at the taste in her mouth. "Ugh! Has he been stepping in a swamp barefooted?!"

Finally, after more-than-needed effort, she was able to slip the first sock off. She examined the size and concluded, with a smile, that it was long enough for her to tie him up with.

"One down... one to go!" she thought to herself before slowly lifting up to get the other sock. Unfortunately for her, though, the human instinctively pulled his feet into the blanket, and turned around a slight bit more.

"Great... just my luck!" Twilight internally complained before slowly reaching the bottom of the blanket, and gently climbing underneath it to reach the human's foot.

She was able to get it halfway off of his foot when his left foot started to move. She gasped and tried to back out of the blanket, but the human's feet wrapped around her, and blocked her exit. Before she could even react, a strange loud noise filled the area inside the blanket for at least a whole second.

Twilight didn't think much of it at first, until five seconds kicked in. Then her entire face turned green, as she began to gag at the "poison" that was released into the air around her. She fought for dear life, as her memories flashed before her in a split second. Then she collapsed onto the bed, while her hind hooves bumped into the human's feet.

She inhaled deeply when the front of the blanket was lifted up, allowing sweet oxygen to fill her lungs again. Her relief was short-lived, however, when she saw the human staring right at her.

Justin was woken up by the strange feeling of a foreign object in his bed. He grumbled before rubbing his eyes, and opening them... only to stop when he saw two things that seemed off... a pole sticking up dangerously close to the area between his legs, and a thick lump that the pole was coming from... though the pole wasn't what he thought it was at first, he was still curious for answers.

He lifted the blanket up and stopped halfway as the creature from the news reports, the lavender pony-like alien with a horn, a pair of wings, and ungodly huge eyes, stared at him.

Due to how tired he was, he thought nothing of it at first and closed his eyes and lowered the blanket back to his chest. Then, his senses kicked in, and he lifted the blanket up once more, though this time in a more panicky state.

The two of them stared at each other for another five seconds... then they both screamed at the top of their lungs in unison. Justin, however, stopped his screaming right after a ball of pink light flew from the alien's horn, and into his forehead. After his screaming ceased, his eyes rolled up, and his consciousness faded in an instant.