The Wanderer

by ghoul-of-the-background

Rating: everyone
Tags: Alternate Universe, Adventure, Tragedy, Crossover
Length: 1114

I'm not good at disciptions i'll add one Later

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-05-27 21:20:51 UTC

Chapter 1

We begin this story with the Celestia's sun shining over Appleloosa outside of the town in the desert that surrounds the town a silhouette of a diamond dog could be seen as the sun rose. Strumming a guitar as it walked into town. Lets cut to one of the many salt  bars in Appleloosa,Stallions sitting on stools outside of the entrance. Two bulls walked into the bulls they were tuxedos  one blue and one red with string bow-ties. They walked toward the counter, over there was a mare cleaning out mugs of drunken cider the mare had a desert red coat and a red-orange-sih mane and tail which was at the end curled. While she was paying attention to her mugs the two bulls had reach the counter. “Excuse us Miss you wouldn’t happen to be Rusted chain.” Not taking her I off the mug she responded with “yeah I am.” The two bulls looked at each other with worried eyes. “Well Miss.Chains I...my boss would would like to make you an offer.” The one in blue spoke “ He’d like to purchase this here bar of yours.”

“No.” was the only thing she said. “What?!” the two bulls said simultaneously

“I ain't sell this here bar.” She said looking the blue one right in the eye to intimidate him. The bull backed away, While that was going on a diamond he was a dalmatian judging from the black spots on his white fur he had on a black-cowboy hat on his and a black-vest under that was a red long shirt.

“ Hey Rusty Whats up.” He greeted tipping his hat at mare. She looked away from the bulls “Kibble its been too long, hows life.” she said waving hoof at him. “ Hey! My names not Kibbel.” He said with a hiss in his voice glaring at her. She giggled at him.

*Ahem* the red Bull coughed interrupting the reunion. The two friends looked at each other.

“ I can see you're busy.” Kibbel left  the counter to sit in a seat he chose the one nearest to the counter. “So thats a no?” the Blue one asked nervously. Rusty nodded her head. Red and blue both sighed. “We were afraid of that..” The red one said sadly. Both Rusty and Kibbel  looked curiously at the two bring them.

Rusty nodded,”I ain’t sellin.The blue bull turned to his red counterpart,”Send them in”,He commanded.

The red one tapped his hoof on the wooden floor. The doors swung open to everyone's surprise heads turned as a group more of army of ponies,buffalo, and bulls all wearing black tuxedos black hats and gas mask walked in. A giggle could be heard from the crowed. A stallion with a white frizzy mane and tail and grey coat on the right side of his face was a, broken bull skull. walked  in with a smile the kind that said I enjoy my job. One of those;”Hi” He greeted with a small hoof wave.  He walked toward Rusty put his right front hoof on the counter and began *cough* *cough* “ My name is  Jagged trot and my employees have informed me that you are unwilling to part with this bar.”  He became uncomfortably close with Rusty,but she kept her composure. “Is that correct?” he asked. She nodded her her had.

With that Jagged Trot slapped, Rusty in the face. She fell to  the ground from the force of the slap. Everyone gasped in shock. Kibbel calmly got up from his sit. “You Pathetic wench!” Trot shouted. The two bulls looked away, then Rusty gave him a hoof to the face. Everyone who wasn't apart  of jagged group left, except for Kettle who stayed in his seat, scratching the table with his claws.

Jagged Trot was enraged by this Kettle got up from his seat and tapped  one of the black Tuxedo’s he turned around and Kettle punched him in the face. After that a giant bar fight ensued the tuxedo group tried to rush kettle but one by one the were knocked down.

Rusty was busy with jagged trot who was busy cowering in fear under a table. The two bulls didn't get  in on the  but just stayed on the other side of the bar not wanting to get involved.

“Where are you.” Rusty chain said getting frustrated by  Jagged’s cowering. “Hey wait m...maybe we can work something out.” Trot stutterd coming out of hiding.raising both his hands to his head. Rusty threw a stool at Trot he quickly dodged. “Okay will leave!”  He said running out the door along with his gang. The blue and red bulls tried to run, Kibbel tackled the bulls to the ground. “Owwwww sorry you two aren't going anywhere.” He grunted.

The red and blue bulls looked  in fear as they were looked over by Rusty Chain and Kibbel they grinned at them. “Now be dear and us who does guys were.”  Rusty said lowering herself to face the the blue bull who was still cowering on the ground. “Kay sweeties.” She said as her grin became more menacing.

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Mare with a purple coat and black maned threw a champagne glass into a wall the same masked stallion at the bar, he cowered in fear at the mad mad mare. “M..My lady calm down it’s not so bad” He said backing away from the mare. The mare held her head in her hooves and shook it “NoNoNoNoNoNoNNNNOOOOOOO!” Her scream echoed throughout the mansion causing all the residents to cover their ears. “The blinds don’t match and the marble floor at all, seriously purple and green this is where the constructors high. ”   She paced back and forth. "I mean the colors total'y clash who would ever use purple and and green."The Ponies who build this place must have been high.

The purple a continued her rant of on about the room.

One of the mooks a griffin  groaned at the mare. "Remind me why she's our boss again."  "Because our last boss just vanished A zebra next to him answered. "what was his name again ? " the zebra pondered "Bloody Cain or something."

"He must have been better then this." A griffin mook scoffed.

The mook was met with a hammer of pain or should I say hoof Violet without being noticed by any henchmen there jumped into the air and landed on the griffin.  She proceeded to jump up and down on the griffin "S'cuse me miss Violet but don't you think that a little too harsh."Harsh? " she  hoped off the griffin and faced her subordinates.

You let some mutt with with ukulele and some bar pony run you out.

Our base looks like crap.

3.  Our boss is considering kicking us out.