Twilight stood atop the bridge again, wiping her blade clean of the blood on it as she looked at the ways to go. The beast at the end of it was out of the question, not with how big it was. That left one other option here, and that wasn’t very hard. She even would get to go into a house, and so far, they had been quite good for her.

She beat the man that stood between her and the house, but left him alive as she ran back towards the door. There was no reason to kill him, not now, and she had for the most part found that running helped her the best. She slammed the door between the two. It roared in her face, but she wasn’t surprised that it didn’t open the door. Intelligence was definitely not these thing’s strength.

Turning around, she saw barrels, planks, and other assorted things before her. She did not know the primal joy yet that was with those, so she merely stepped down the stairs. Another beast stood before her, but like the others, one had started becoming too little for her, and a few smacks, plus stab, and she was done.

And finally, she saw a lantern, hanging from a man’s chair. She smiled, remembering the other lanterns, and straightened out her clothes. She wanted to make a good first impression, and coughed as she came closer. “Hello sir. My name is-”

Her vision distorted as the man said, “Twilight Sparkle.” He reached behind, pulling out a gun, and pointed it at her. She… she couldn’t make out his face, his clothes, n-nothing. “W-what is going on?”

Bang!

She rolled on the floor, rolling back as a hot slug slammed into her gut. Twilight’s eyes widened as one of her hands came over the wound, and she looked up. Now she could see the thing, but it wasn’t him. Something within her simply knew. Instead, it was some old guy with a long rifle, a bandage over his eyes, and in the process of reloading. A stab through the head, and he was dealt with.

She panted for a few moments, resting herself on the cane as she panted. What was with these weird visions? Why couldn’t she see the enemy that had been about to shoot her? She grit her teeth as the bullet fell out. Had to be that on again, off again healing factor she had. I wish I just had regeneration. That would be wonderful! She shook her head, and pulled her blade out.

It was then that she noticed the silver bullets resting in the old man’s lap. They hadn’t been there before, but now that he was dead… These things do respawn normally. Is this there remai- She stopped mid-thought as the man faded away, and the bullets were all that were left. “What, the, fuck?”

Twilight shut her eyes, breathing in deeply as she slipped the bullets into her gun. Finally, she had a fully loaded pistol, and, maybe, a way to reload them. She wasn’t meant to understand this world, not yet, and if this could help, she wasn’t going to question it… not yet. She had to keep going though.

She left out the door, and turned right, avoiding the giant she saw in the other way. She didn’t want to deal with larger opponents, not when she still hoped to find the parents, and she was doubtful that normal people could fight those. So instead, she made her way down the path, down the stairs, and to another dog. With a sigh, she put the poor, infected puppy down. If only I could find them a cure. I hate killing these poor animals.

Looking around herself, she could smile though. Someone must have been close, and locked some of the dogs away. They growled, barked, and charged at her, but they stayed in those steel cages they had been trapped in. She nodded, and walked ahead, happy to finally find someone trying to help with whatever was going on. “Now where are they?”

Crossing the new bridge before her, she thought she saw what was indeed the stranger. Once more, unfortunately, it was just a window and a lantern, like all the rest. Twilight gently knocked, but before she could speak, she heard, “Get out of here, hunter! All you do is bring trouble, and have even lost at your hunt! You couldn’t even kill the beasts that sit outside my door.”

Twilight blinked, before scowling. “Look, mam, I’m sorry that I would not murder defenseless animals, but I promise, I am doing my best. Now, if you could, have you seen a set of parents running around? Perhaps one with a-” She didn’t get much farther before the dogs that had come out of their cages descended on her, and the old lady within cackled.

“See, hunter, you and your kind are useless.”

Author's Note

Hurried has now been replaced with Depressed. In this state, her combat effectiveness is lowered, but her willingness to kill is higher. She will also be able to collect her souls, if she passes them.

Options:
Cleric Beast
Beyond the Bitch (Twilight's word)
To the Sewers, by way of the little girl's ladder.