Ponycraft: Survivor's Quest! (Minecraft)

(Chapter 2)

Regrouping the Masses!/The Deadly Coconut Flail!

(Twilight Sparkle)

Twilight Sparkle stretched her hooves but decided not to get up this morning. After hearing all of those scary hissings and clankings last night, she really did not want to get up out of her hole of safety. Plus the fact that Spike had fallen on her flank last night since there wasn’t any space left on the ground, and he looked adorable as he drooled. She didn’t mind, although now that she thought about it, it was kinda icky. Nonetheless, she didn’t want to disturb him.

But she had to get up to take a headcount. She was in charge today, since Luna was mourning over her loss, so she had to make her proud! She slowly pushed Spike off, and he rolled a bit and began to drool again, which almost forced Twilight to squee, but she shook her head and focused on getting up and out of the hole.

“Goin’ somewhere, sugarcube?” Applejack asked with a grin.

Twilight resisted her instinct to yelp, but didn’t turn around to Applejack.

“...Yeah, I gotta take a headcount, for Luna, since she’s...you know...” Twilight trailed off.

Applejack’s grin was replaced with a sympathetic frown.

“Oh...right. Y-you go do that, I gotta go collect more of those seeds...and uh...and apples.” She drew in the dirt nervously.

“....Sorry if I ruined the mood. Sorry for everything, actually...” Twilight stared at the ground.

Applejack perked up.

“Twigh’?”

“It’s just...I wish I could’ve done more, you know, to save Celestia,” Twilight huffed, kicking the dirt lightly.

“I mean, if I had just tried harder, if I-...I could have saved-” Twilight’s throat swelled up, and she began to hic. Applejack put her arms around her.

“Shhh...it’s okay Twilight. Everyone knows you did your best in the end”

“But-...but I-”

“Twilight, you have to understand that being able to predict the future and being able to stop it are two different thing,” Applejack spoke softly, rocking Twilight back and forth in a soothing rythm.

“Even if you knew the Fault was going to happen, you are still one pony. Neither you nor the whole of Equestria could have prevented that. And they couldn’t, could they?” She looked accusingly at Twilight.

Twilight looked at her friend, stunned.

“Wh-what are you talking abou-”

“You can’t fool me, pardner. The air smells like static, and I know it smells like that because you’ve been trying to go back into the past with that fancy time spell. The flashing kept me up all night, along with whatever was outside.”

Twilight looked at the ground in shame, embarrassed over her vain attempts to change the past. Applejack sighed.

“Didn’t you learn the first time? You can’t change the past or the future, no matter how much you worry about it. We have to focus on the present, alright?”

“...yeah, okay.”

“You gonna be alright, sugarcube?” Applejack patted her back.

“I’ll be fine...” Twilight shrugged off her hoof and walked outside.

She didn’t want to admit it, but what Applejack said was true. She had spent all of last night trying to go back in time and warn herself about the Fault, but it still played out the same. Nothing changed it, nothing at all.

She shook the thought from her head and began rallying everyone out of their holes. If they were going to make any progress in moving to another area, they would have to take advantage of the morning and begin moving out soon.

Upon closer examination, most of the holes were empty. Only 9 of the 20 holes that had been dug were filled. The rest of the population is probably out in the forests still, or had left...or worse. Three times nine, she had 27 ponies out of 60 accounted for, god knows what happened to the rest. She frantically looked from side to side, rechecking each hole to see if she had mis-seen them. The new leader resorted to slapping herself, mumbling over and over again that it was just a bad dream. It would go away eventually, right? All bad dreams go away. And then everything would be fine. Equestria would be fine.

The birds would be singing, the cute little animals will be playing again, and everyone would be there. Happy. Smiling. It would be perfect, right? But it was to no avail, as she wasn’t waking up anytime soon, and they were in a situation far from perfect. Again her throat began to swell, but she tried her best to keep her tears back. She needed to be strong. Just this once...

A blue wing and a yellow wing hug Twilight.

“Hey, come on Twilight, it’s okay...you can cry. It’s not totally uncool. At all.” Rainbow Dash awkwardly comforted her.

“You can let it out, Twilight...we’re here for you.” Fluttershy nuzzled Twilight softly.

    During the next hour, everypony gathered around her and tried to comfort her to the best of their abilities as the new leader cried her eyes out over the loss of their home, Celestia, and any notion of safety. But she knew it would only get tougher from then on. She wiped her tears and began leading the group north. She would have to grieve another time.

They traveled mile after mile, hour by hour, finding no other ponies to add to the group of 29. If they’re lucky, they’ll stumble upon some tomorrow...but she feared the worst.

During the night, she feared for her life.

(Fruit Loop)

The sunlight barely shines the the multitude of leaves in the dense jungle as Fruit Loop and the gang make their way towards the open fields. At least thats where they hoped they were going. But Fruit Loop didn’t care very much where they were going. As long as there was excitement to be had and shared with his new found friends. He still felt a smidge off about Fred, though. He just complains too much! He should be happy that he has super-hearing!

That’s what all blind people have, right? Maybe that’s why he complains so much and so loud. It’s because he’s using some sonar-sonic-y super radar detection thingy.

Fruit Loop laughed out loud. Making words up was becoming really fun.

“What are you laughing about, you loopy loop?” Fred huffed, holding onto Steve’s shoulder with one hand and kinda-sorta feeling around with the other.

“Oh nothing!” Fruit Loop giggled.

“Riiiiight, riiiight, it’s ‘cause I’m blind, ‘innit?”

“What, no-”

“You ever tried being blind? It’s quite distressing, believe me.”

“Fred.” Steve sighed.

“Yeh?”

“Shut up.”

“Fine...bloody, freakin’...” Fred trailed off in an angry mumble.

The group became silent then, but Fruit Loop only became more curious of Steve as each minute passed. He was so...mysterious, like a...a...mysterious thing. He just wanted to crack open his head and see what was inside. If he was lucky, there’ll be chicken inside! He was starting to get a little hungry.

Fruit Loop took his shirt off and wrapped the coconut in it, creating a very deadly, but not terribly practical coconut flail. With his tongue sticking out in a determined fashion, he gave the improvised weapon a good whirl and brought the business end of it to Steve’s head.

WHATHAK!

Steve’s unconscious body fell limp, tripping over Fred in the process.

“Wha- fuuuUCK!” He buried his face into the ground.

“Steve, what the ‘ell happened?”

Steve Shirt was too busy being knocked out.

“Fruit Loop! What do you do to ‘im?!” He shouted angrily at the easily excited Fruit Loop

“What...di’ I dew sumthi’ bad?” Fruit Loop blubbered, tearing up faster than a FPS gamer out of temporal water looking upon today’s FPS’s.

“Whu- uh, well...guuuh-” Fred blanked, in light of his fellow survivor getting ready to cry like Timmy Neusbaum after being informed that his parents are getting a divorce and subsequently having his lemonade stand ruined by some jerk.

And now came the waterworks, which Fruit Loop hated. He liked being happy with his friend and other friend who may or may not be dead, not crying because he may or may not have accidentally killed. All he wanted was the chicken that may or may not have been in Steve’s head to begin with. Come to think of it, it was kind of a silly thought- dear god he is bleeding awfully fast.

This was his chance to man up. The sun was setting quickly, and those weird noises would undoubtedly be coming back again. And he didn’t like the weird noises. His time was now. And as the sun began to fall, he knew...he knew...that he could do it. And when he finally tried to do it...he failed miserably, huddling up in a ball of sadness and crying his eyes out.

With two useless members and the only remotely functional member being blind, Fred was left to dig a temporary shelter. Not that Fruit Loop cared. He was too busy mourning over his friend...or rather the fact that he didn’t get his chicken. Starvation can make a boy out of a man sometimes.

Within the next few hours, night fell, and Fred was forced to drag the others into the dirt shelter. It was fairly difficult finding the hole in the ground. Well, at least until he fell in it. It was dark, dirty, filled with a few bugs here and there, and worse of all: scaaary. Fruit Loop didn’t like scary things. They only made him want to cry even more. But he didn’t want to cry more because Fred, being the jerk that he is, would tell him to shut up, which would make him cry more.

So Fruit Loop sat there and pondered with his coconut flail why life had to be this big, bi-polar ball of hate, love, happiness, and enough estrogen and drama to choke a vampire TV soap. But making up words and things wasn’t just doing it for him. Not when there was the possibility of blood on his hands...and if Steve dies...he’ll have to get rid of the witness, which means getting rid of Fre-

Hiss...

“Dear lord, Fruit Loop, you are not a cat, now stop hissing!” Fred yelled at his aloof friend.

“...That was not me.” Fruit Loop shuddered.

Hisss!

“For the love of Christ, you loopy idiot, stop hissing!” Fred groaned, rolling over on his side, trying his best to fall asleep.

“I’m telling you it’s not me!”

“Well Steve’s out, I’m not hissing, and if you’re not the one making that insanely annoying hiss, then who is...?”

Almost as if in response, the massive spider that had been hiding in the dankness of the hole pounced onto Fred, who flailed wildly at it in the hopes of maybe lightly tapping its eyes or something. He didn’t do a very good job.

On the hand, Fruit Loop was doing quite well at beating the ever living crap out of it with the deadly coconut flail. In fact, a few of the eyes started popping out around the third and fourth hit. After a minute of insanity-induced screaming, crying, and arachnid evisceration, our loopy hero finally came to a stop. During the process, he had managed to break Fred’s ankle, probably because Fruit Loop wasn’t actually looking when he began swinging. But he didn’t care, the spider was dead, and that’s all that mattered. Besides, he was passed out cold anyway. Fruit Loop will just tell him he miss-stepped near the hole and broke it then.

Still, not that it mattered, because there were two things Fruit Loop hated the most: spiders and unhappiness.