sombra and Frank

let me describe ponies to the best of my abilities. I have only had minimal contact with them, as only one is in this dimension, but I think I have a pretty good idea of what they're mindset is. they're a bunch of little racists that shun innovation and call it harmony. so basically humans with hooves.

apparently sombra visited the Princesses Castle before, and he was avoided with a vengeance by the ponies who lived there. it seemed that the only ponies who actually seemed to enjoy talking with him were the princesses. I asked why they would do that if they then attempted to take over his country just a year later.

he said it was because the older one probably wanted to fuck him. he said she looked at him with hungry eyes almost the whole week. I said he was probably over-thinking it, he grumbled and went back to watching TV. poor thing's an addict.

I should probably mention this. shortly after Sombra appeared, I felt a disturbance in the force. no, seriously, I created a device that could detect the force and disturbances in it. I call it, "the force thingamajig". I'm not good with names. anyway, the force thingamajig alerted me to a surge of energy that followed him, then pulled back to from wherever it came. now, that could just be the burst of energy that initially pushed Sombra here in the first place. or, it could have been an tracking beam. you know, like an echo-location wave, just across dimensions. something to track him.

It may be nothing, but just incase I upped the security around my house.

today was a Tuesday. in... March, I believe. I had just created a device that could gaze upon other dimensions. not unlike that thing that rick invented. now to install it.

I worked quickly while sombra was in the bathroom. he rarely left the couch, and I had to get this done quickly before-

"whoa, whoa, whoa. pray tell, what art thou doing to the magic viewing mirror?" I sighed.

"sombra..."

"NAY! thou shalt not interfere with Seinfeld!" with a roar he jumped on me, and started wailing on me. it's a good thing that he was a tiny pony, or he could have actually hurt me. I pulled him off and, holding him by his scruff, I said,

"sombra, I need to do this. it's important." he pouted, and his horn lit up. a second later, the DVD player hit me in the back of my head. "AUGH!"

"ha! serves thou right! I rain supreme!"

"..like a fucking five year old..." I got up and shook my head. "sombra, I told you, if we want to return you to your world, we need to-"

"figure it out without messing with my TV!"

I was starting to get slightly mad. "I have! A thousand different ways! but you never leave the TV! how can I show you anything if the only time you leave the television is to take a shit?!"

"I don't care!" his horn lit up again, and even more things started flying at me.

meanwhile, in mr. Yamaguchi's apartment.

life is peaceful for the most part for mr. Takeshi Yamaguchi. he had run successful company that dealt in construction for 30 years. at it's peak, the company made around 700 million yen annually, so made a comfortable living. he finally retired in late 2009, and moved to tokyo, where he bought a high-end apartment in Azabu.

yes, life was wonderful. his children and grandchildren visited him occasionally, his wife, though in the hospital getting treated for cancer, was doing splendidly. the doctors said that it was a miracle, considering how long she had gone without treatment.

"hey large ass! get some food! I'm starving!"

"life is not all about eating, Daidarabotchi."

"maybe not to you."

however, his peaceful life was disturbed by only two things. the first was the yokai living within him, named Daidarabotchi. he had never seen it, but he presumed that it was the Daidarabotchi. it was rather annoying, having a spirit that could make continents living within him, but at least he never bothered to possess him. usually.

then... the second bother...

"Sombra! stop throwing things!"

"NO! I shall not give thee the chance!"

"we need- AUGH! -to do this! it's important!"

"NAY, I SAY, NEIGH!"

"rough-housing baka's. they deserve to be eaten!"

when did you become such a glutton, Daidarabotchi?"

"somewhere around the seventies."

"ah."

his neighbors, his ONLY neighbors, were strange. they moved here from america, and proceeded to pester poor, poor mr Yamaguchi with their constant, never-ending fighting. honestly, he didn't know why they stayed together. great sex, maybe?

"see... *pant" this is important. we.. *pant* need to *pant* need to do this."

"I see your point, *pant* frank, but, still. I would *heave* greatly appreciate it if you didn't do that."

"GUHH."