Chapters Pawn Equestria - First Sale
Pawn Equestria - First Sale
Equestria, a land of wonders and other things among the fantasy genre. What nopony knew, was that in this very land, a small town called “Ponyville” harbours something- or rather, someone unusual.
In this town of ponyville, all of the citizens are quite familiar with each other. They are familiar with each other in the unnerving sense, that if one had the determination and memory, they could remember the name, birthday, and favorite color of each and every pony.
Frank was your ordinary cliche, human in equestria case. By no means was Frank magical, nor is he an alicorn OC. Frank, is a Pawnbroker. Back on Earth, Frank was the best Pawnbroker in the state of Mississippi.
Now, he owns a small pawn shop in ponyville, a town not familiar to the workings of a Pawnbroker.
The lights of the small pawn shop slowly flicker into existence as Frank, a 60 year old white human slowly walks into the shop.
“First day.” He says to himself as he strokes his neck long beard.
Hours pass by as the lone human stands behind the counter of the pawn shop, whistling a tone from his home. Not a single pony walks into his shop, nor do they even cast a glance at the new structure.
“What the hell is wron-”
*Ring ring*
The sound of the front door opening interrupts Frank as a tall, red pony with a orangeish colored mane walks into the small shop. He lugs a large Plough behind him.
Frank slowly leans forward with his hands resting on the glass display counter. Nothing is actually displayed in them save for the few pieces jewlery he came to equestria with.
“What can i do for you today?” Frank says with a low tone. His face contorts to that of a frown as his eyes shift to the item the stallion drags. “What can i git for this here Plough?” The pony says in a deep voice.
Frank scratches his chin as he looks over the worn down Plough. It wasn't in good condition by any means, but he learned that in equestria there was always something behind an object. An enchantment, some sort of hex, maybe a charm or two.
“I dont know a lot about Ploughs, give me a few seconds and ill call my guy in, and see what we can do for you.” Frank says looking over the old Plough once more. He looks at the red stallion “Would that be alright?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.
The red pony unlatches himself from the Plough and lets the large tool stay in place. “Eeyup.” He says with a nod.
Ten minutes later, a grey stallion with a darker grey mane walks into the shop.
*Ding Ding*
“Hello there Frank.” The stallion says as he smiles. His eyes catch sight of the Plough before him as he approaches.
Know it all immediately looks at the Plough and scratches his chin. “Is this an Original Sweet Apple Acres Plough ?” He asks with an inquisitive look.
Know it all looks over the Plough. “Well, if this is a real OSAAP ” Know it all says as he leans down and looks underneath the Plough. “Then Celestias seal of approval should…” Know it all pauses before smiling. “Be right underneath the Tailpiece.” He says as he runs a hoof over what Frank assumes to be the seal. “This is a real OSAAP !” He exclaims before getting from underneath the object.
Frank stands next to the plough with a straight face, still scratching his beard. “Does that make it expensive?” He asks with a frown.
Know it all looks at Frank with a smile. “Very, i would say that this Plough is worth around 100 bits.”
Franks face stays at a frown before he looks at Big Mac. “Bring it to the counter, and ill give you an offer.” He says before walking behind the counter.
Big Mac approaches the counter with a smile on his face.
Franks frown continues to be constant. “So what’re you looking to get for...thing?” He asks.
Big Mac looks at the plough and then back at Frank. “Ah want 100 bits.” He says with a smile.
“I cant do that big guy.” Frank says. “I can give you 25 bits.”
Big Mac was taken by surprised as his eyes grew wide. “No can do, i want 100 bits for this. Thats what your informant said, and thats what im sticking with.”
Frank leans on the table. “Listen up big guy, im going to tell you how shit works around here.” He says as he begins leaning forward. “In order for me to get a nice profit on that piece of work, i would need to buy it for cheaper than what the man said. He told you what its value is, but he never said anything about the resale. I have to buy that there ancient plough, and still have enough bits to refurbish it, and sell it for a profit. Not to mention all of the paperwork i have to do.”
Frank looks at Big Macintosh in the eyes as the red stallion remains frozen.
The frozen stallion breaks from his train of thought and looks at Frank with a frown.
“Ah want 50 bits.” He says firmly.
Frank scratches his beard. “25.” He retorts.
Big Macintosh slams a hoof on the ground. “40.”
Franks face turns to a scowl. “Look budy, i can go to 30. Thats being generous.” He says.
Big Mac looks at Frank with a frown, the fire in his eyes blazed as he glared at the unentertained Pawnbroker. “Eeyup.” He says as he holds out one of his hooves.
Frank grabs Big Macintosh’s hoof. “Its a pleasure dealing with you.” He says as he shakes the Stallion's hoof.
Author's Note
Im just testing the waters with this story, they will get as exciting as a pawn shop in Equestria can get.
Pawn Equestria - Flashback
By Max From Equestria
2 Years Before Frank’s arrival to Equestria.
Franks cold lips touch the fine glass rim of the beer he holds. He takes a slow, and savoring sip before laying the drink down on the bar in front of him. The air was thickly polluted with the smell and taste of cigarettes as the sound of classic rock played gently in the background. Frank’s mind begins slipping away, the labour of boredom weighing heavy on his mind. He takes another swig of the drink in front of him before reaching behind himself and pulling out his trusty wallet. He quickly and quietly opens his wallet, takes out 25$ and places it on the bar in front of him. As he gets to his feet, he looks up and his eyes lock with the bartenders. Frank silently looks up at the bartender before nodding once. The bartender in turn silently nods back as the burly man begins leaving the establishment. As Frank exits the building, he is blasted by the sudden cold temperatures. He tightens his coat’s zipper before looking around himself.Torrents of snow whip back and forth as the storm’s violent winds etch away at the environment. “Helluva Winter.” Frank says to himself as he reaches into his left pocket, only to find nothing. He quickly yet calmly reaches into his right pocket before letting out a sigh of relief. With snow gathering on his beard, and the cold reaching the extremities of his body, Frank pulls a set of keys out of his pocket before pushing a button on an attached keychain. *Beep Beep* Frank looks to his left as he shields his eyes with an arm. The illumination of his trucks headlights bleeds past his arms and completely covers his body, giving him a sense of warmth. He slowly approaches the left side of his vehicle and begins opening the door. As his hand reaches the handle, Frank hears the sound of footsteps to his left. He begins turning his head before his actions are stopped. Frank feels the sharp end of what feels to be a knife poking at his side.
“Okay old man, just stay calm and nobody gets hurt.” A voice says out of the darkness.
(^) Back in Equestria (^)
“I cant do that lady, you know what kind of bullshit i deal with when i have to sell hexed items.” An agitated Frank says as he rubs the bridge of his nose.
“I have this knowledge indeed, but 300 bits is not the price for me.” Says a zebra named Zecora, from the other side of the counter. Zecora was a tribesmare who lives in the everfree forest. From what Frank had discovered, she had an African accent.
On the very counter they stand next to lies an amulet of untold power. Zecora had called it “The Alicorn Amulet.” Whoever is willing to put this amulet on, gets the unheard of power that the Alicorn princesses have- and maybe more. Frank always figured there was a catch to everything, and he was right in this instance. Whoever wears this Amulet, becomes corrupt and evil, and can only remove the amulet themselves.
“I dont care if 300 bits is the price for you, its what i can give you- take it or leave it.” Frank says with a huff.
Zecora looks at Frank, and then the Amulet.
Frank exhales before leaning forward and placing both hands on the display counter. He looks down at the Amulet as it glimmers in the light. “Okay, Miss Zebra.” He says as he scratches his chin. “I can give you 325, but thats only because im in a good mood.” He says with a frown.
Zecora opens her mouth, before putting a hoof to her chin. “325 I feel, is a good deal.” She says as she holds a hoof out. Frank slowly takes her hoof and shakes it firmly. “Lets just go around here and fill out some paperwork.” Frank says with a sigh of exasperation.
(^) Back on Earth 2 Years Ago (^)
“Okay old man, just stay calm and nobody gets hurt.” A voice says out of the darkness.
Frank freezes as his mind slowly processes the situation. Being mugged is nothing special to him, but he feels something different about this, almost like his blood began flowing differently. The old man hadn’t felt this way since he fought in the Vietnam War. He felt the knife poke deeper into his side, its blade slowly piercing through the fabric of his thick jacket.
“Did you hear me you fuckin’ kooc, just give me your money and we’ll both move on with our lives.” The voice says, more frantically.
Frank can feel his heart begin to pump faster as he begins remembering his days in Vietnam. He slowly moves his hand to his back pocket, before quickly grabbing the mugger's arm and moving to the side. Frank quickly pulls the mugger's arm, effectively causing the mugger to stumble forward out of the darkness. Unable to control himself, Frank slams his elbow on top of the shady figures head as he stumbles past him. The mugger hits the ground face first as his knife hits the ground and sinks into the snow. Frank reaches down and picks the unknown person up by the back of his jacket and holds him at eye level. “You picked the wrong night to fuck with me kid.” He says as he looks at what he can tell is a male. From what Frank could tell, he was in his mid 20’s, and had chestnut brown hair. None of that mattered to Frank. He wasn’t in control right now.
Frank slowly reels a fist back before punching the man in the face. Once more, Frank pulls back his arm and delivers another punch to his mugger. Blood began seeping through the younger man’s mask as his head hung down. He was clearly unconscious, but Frank felt he hadn’t done enough, this man deserved to suffer-
Frank stopped, and released the unconscious mugger from his vice grip. “Im gettin’ too old for this shit.” He says before exhaling and getting to his feet. He slowly looks down to the mugger and spits on his face. “Can’t do the crime, dont waste your time.” He says, a frown on his face.
(^) Present Equestria (^)
Frank slowly began closing his shop as the clock hit 12PM. He slowly walks to the back of the shop and begins flipping switches, which in turn begin powering off each layer of the power grid.
*Ding Ding*
The stars shimmer and gleam as the moon’s harsh illumination creates an atmosphere of peace across the night sky.
“Some night sky.” The old man repeats before walking into the sleeping town.
Author's Note
Just thought i would give Frank a little background.
Pawn Equestria - Old Books
By Max From Equestria
The dark decrepit attic of one “Cheerilee” had been the focus of Frank’s afternoon today. Under any other circumstance, Frank would have something better to do than plunder someone’s attic.
“This is going to be one hell of a job.” Frank says to himself with a frown.
“It’ll all be worth it im sure.” Cheerilee’s voice rang from behind frank. As she made her way up the many stairs to the attic, Cheerilee lets out a deep sigh.
Frank turns to Cheerilee while scratching his scruffy beard. “You said you got some old books i could have free of charge?” He asks looking at her with a raised eyebrow. Cheerilee nods with a smile as she holds a hoof in the direction of the books. “Yes sir Mr.Franklin.”
Frank turns to look upon the sea of books before him. “Its just Frank.” He says with a breath. Two hours pass by before Frank is ready to give up on his search. Cheerilee pops her head into the attic with a tray in her mouth. The tray held a tall glass of water, and some chocolate chip cookies. “Is everything alright up here Mr.Franklin?” Cheerilee asks after she sets the tray on the floor. Frank looks back at her, still wearing a frown on his face.
“Thank you kindly.” Frank says as he stands, and walks to Cheerilee. He promptly sits down and exhales deeply. The old man looks up to the plum colored pony before lifting the glass of water to his dry lips. Frank takes a few gulps before he places the nearly empty glass back on the tray. “Also, it's just Frank.” He says with a frown.
Frank begins to stand before Cheerilee stops him with a hoof. “Aren’t you going to have any cookies, Mr.Frank?” She asks with a worried look.
Cheerilee’s ears drop to the side of her head as she turns to exit the room. “Ill just leave them here in case you get hungry.” Cheerilee says with a frown, before leaving the humid attic.
Frank picked up one more of the aged tomes before once again wiping the sweat from his brow. “Im too old for this shit.” He says before picking one of the particularly heavy books and placing it on his lap. The book began to resonate a purple aura as Frank touched it and ran his hands over the aged book cover. Dust filled the air as Frank held the book in his hands as he slowly turned the cover of the book over.
Not Frank though, he was pretty different. The entire room was illuminated with a bright whitish purplish light. Frank sat in place, never moving, not even a twitch.
Frank holds a hand on his forehead and a sad expression on his face as images of his entire life, beginning to now are shown in each photo. “What…” Frank says as he turns to pages, eventually seeing pictures of him and his grandchildren. Each happy memory was captured in one polaroid photo, every fun moment was paused in time. Frank had lived a long, hard life, and was content with each and every decision he had ever made.
All but one.
Frank felt tears fall from his face and onto the floor as he gazed at the pictures of his pride and joy, the apples of his eye.
Author's Note
This is only the first part of "Old Books", which is why its so short.
