Looking For Pony: Mike's new friend.
"Greetings, world!" A blue pegasus with a yellow mane stands on a tree stump, shouting into he sky. He wears a simple red and black tunic. He looks forward with great joy and passion.
"I am Hovermic, the young and bold adventurer seeking to become the greatest hero history has ever known! I will help people in distress-"
*Cough*
"I couldn't help but overhear, mostly because I was thinking of killing you and taking your cloak. But I think you're a bit on the confused side." A black cat with specks of blue here and there stood not too far off, a hood over his face. He stood slightly in the tree line.
"What do you mean, kind stranger?" Said Mike.
"I don't know if you've looked in the mirror lately, but helping people in distress isn't the sort of thing your kind does." Said the cat.
"I don't understand." The blue pegasus replied, slight disbelief on his face.
"Instead of helping an aged dwarf woman across the road, you should be shooting her in the face with arrows until it stops being funny." the cat says as if it's an everyday thing for him. It probably is.
"What!? Why!?" Mike exclaimed.
"Your race, they're evil. Ergo, you're evil."
"I'm not following you. By evil you mean-"
"Okay. Maybe a visual aid will help."
The cat picked up a bunny, just sitting there, minding its own business. "Allow me to demonstrate."
"Hello there, little guy." Mike began.
The cats eyes narrowed, and the bunny burst into flame. FWOOM!
"Is there any chance he was the one who killed your father and you were just seeking justice so your beloved and missed parent could be at peace in the afterlife?"
The cat smiled, and sauntered slightly, holding the pegasus' cape, "No, but it does bring to mind the amusing story of when I killed my father."
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"Are you beginning to understand what you are?" The cat asked. They were in the same clearing as before, but now a grave sat in its center. It was adorned with two carrots.
"I won't accept it!" Mike wiped away tears. "I don't care what the rest of my race has become, I will be the exception."
Seeing a speech coming, the cat only slightly listened.
"I will be good and pure of heart! A lone and righteous wolf in a desolate and uncaring land!"
"I bet you are."
"A protector of the people!"
"You're just putting pints into your delusional skill now, aren't you?"
"And the first scourge I will clean from this world is you evil one! PREPARE YOURSELF!" The pegasus' face had warped to an expression of rage.
"Wait, what are we doing now?"
Mike produced a bow and fired three arrows in quick succession. They all headed towards the cat, who pulled an earth pony seemingly out of nowhere. All three arrows struck his chest. He died, of course.
"OH MY GODS!" Mike's face paled, and he rushed to the fallen pony. "I can't believe I- I didn't mean to-"
"The look on your face is a memory I will treasure forever."
"Poppa?" came the small voice. The stallion's son was only a few feet away, on a dirt path. His eyes widened and tears formed in his eyes when he saw his father.
"This day is fantastic."
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"Soo..." began the cat. He towered over the whimpering child. "You planning on finishing the kid, or do you mind if I go ahead?" He inquired. The colt used this distraction to run off down the path.
"We should find the mother and see if we can complete the set." The cat said excitedly, his eyes lighting up.
"NO!" Mike protested fiercely. He facehoofed. "Won't you please just leave me alone? Please?"
"Wish I could, my dear friend, but alas, I cannot."
"WHY? Why can't you!?" Mike's face paled again.
The cat shrugged, "Boredom, mostly."
Mike stared, "Who are you?"
"I am Mobius, Chief Warlock of the Brothers of Darkness, Lord of the Thirteen Hells, Master of the Bones, Emperor of the Black, Lord of the Dead, (Seer Extraordinaire)... and Mayor of the village up the coast." He paused for a moment, then came close, "Very scenic during springtime. You should visit sometime."
"Your name is Mobius?" Mike seemed to find the idea funny.
"You were supposed to pay more attention to everything after that part." Mobius said, slightly annoyed.
"Sure thing, dick." Mike said, turning and walking away.
"H-uh." Mobius said huffily. "That's pretty funny."
A flame formed in between his paws. FWOOM!
"I think I require the services of a healer." Said a now steaming pile of ashes.
"Oh, suck it up, you pussy."
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"I think there's a hole in this bag." Came Mike's voice. His ashes had been unceremoniously stuffed into a sack that Mobius had pulled from nowhere, and now hung off a stick. Mobius was walking towards the nearest town, Nestorep. Cheery place, it was. Especially when there was that 'no spitting' rule.
"If you're healed with one less limb, we'll know you were right." Replied Mobius. He was getting annoyed at the constant jabber coming from his incinerated friend.
"What-"
"Quiet. We're almost there."
"HALT!" Came the forceful voice. Two guards were standing by the entrance to a run-down looking city. the guards looked like vikings, with there crazy helmets and beards. But they couldn't have been, considering they lived nowhere close to the ocean.
"I'm surprised you have returned, warlock." One of the guards said.
"The townsfolk around here aren't too happy with you, especially after your last visit." said the other guard.
"Yeah, I'm real ballsy." Mobius said in an uncaring voice. "Listen, it was that orphanage that attacked me. It was self-defense!"
"What else was in here before me?" asked Mike. There was something in there with him, he could feel it.
"We were told you should be killed on sight." said the first guard.
"And I was told where your mate and offspring hide!" Mobius snarled dangerously.
"Welcome to Nestorep. Enjoy your stay." Said the guard, the hair on half his face now singed away.
"Where are we going?" asked Mike, which Mobius still questions how he was able to.
"To the tavern. The most likely place to find a healer." Mobius stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
Upon arriving, they saw none other than a yellow pegasus with a pink mane, surrounded by armored men.
"That mare needs help!" Mike cried.
Nothing...
"... Aren't you going to do something?" Mike said again.
"Ten bits says she cries right before the end." Mobius said, then did a slight double take, poking the bag suspiciously. "And how can you SEE anything?"
Author's Note
Ah, this one-shot brings back memories...