Chapters Ponycraft: Survivor's Quest! (Minecraft)
Three Friends and a World of Danger!
Ponycraft: Survivor's Quest!
(Chapter One)
Three Friends and A World of Danger
Upon the shores of a freshly generated world did three protagonists bask in the morning light of the rising sun. Unconsciously, of course. Through the eve of the tumultuous storms at sea did they folly, bumble, and tumble through, barely escaping with their lives, but not their memories (conveniently). One of the three had brown hair, lightly tan skin and an equally brown beard with blue eyes, equally blue pants- which had been torn up by now- and an electric green shirt. The other wore a red shirt with black cargo pants, and had pale skin with black hair and a white wrap around his eyes. The third protagonist wore a yellow shirt with brown pants, a distasteful wardrobe, really. His eyes were green and his skin was lighter than the first protagonist's but darker than the second's. His blonde hair went down to his shoulders in length.
(Blue Shirt)
The shore they began to awake upon was line with coconut trees, and behind what was practically a forest of those trees was an actual forest of jungle trees, covered in slimey moss and green, hardy vines. The water that shook the blue shirt (which is what we will refer to him as for now) rolled in as a pale green and receded, slowly stealing the sand out from under him and depositing it around his body. Not that he cared. He simply sat there and looked at the sky, almost as if his brain was a really hunkered Windows machine, slowly booting up at the speed of a dying elderly man making a death crawl for the last batch of cookies and pudding in a retirement home, and since most elderly people would be hooked up to tanks and wheel chairs by then, that would be really, really slow. And it was.
Time passed, and the sun began into creep to his vision, forcing him to cover his eyes. This was a mistake, however, since his covering arm was covered in sand and sea water. His yelling, kicking, and flailing came as an alarm for his fellow survivors, who were startled awake, equally surprised as Blue shirt was, but not quite in pain as he was. Until Red shirt realized that he couldn't see, and proceeded to really panic while Yellow shirt became distracted by a coconut.
“God my fucking eyes! Shit!” Blue shirt spat, rolling around in the wet sand.
“...Coconut!” Yellow shirt jumped up and began to climb the closest coconut tree, only to fall off shortly afterwards.
“Dear fucking lord, I think I'm blind!! ...Oh wait, it's just this wrap,” Red shirt sighed with relief, taking off the white cloth around his eyes, only to be taunted by continued darkness.
“Oh God, I am blind!! Why ?!” He yelled in a mixture of desperation and frustration, wailing in a fit of hysteria.
Blue shirt finally managed to rub the remaining irritant out of his eye, looking up to see Yellow shirt falling out of the tree again, and Red shirt cursing a few made up gods for his apparent blindness. He looked up at the sky, at the sun, then all around himself. Amidst the panic of Red shirt and the unusual, rather loopy determination of Yellow shirt, Blue shirt still found himself able to think, which he realized probably qualified as the leader of this unmerry band of misfits, seeing as Red shirt was crying like a child right now, and Yellow shirt....sigh . Yellow shirt was being Yellow shirt, and he couldn't really think of any other way to describe it.
“Hey, guys, come on, stop fooling around...,” Blue shirt spoke hesitantly. They ignored him completely, Yellow shirt having fallen out of the tree yet again and Red shirt still blubbering like an idiot over his stupid, non existent eyes. “Guys, please, listen to me,” Blue shirt spoke desperately, his passive aggressive rage beginning to build. Yellow shirt took no heed and Red shirt simply huddled up in a pitiful ball. “HEEEEY !!”, Blue shirt yelled, walking over to Red shirt and slapping him with an immense amount of force, enough that he felt a crack against his hand. “SNAP OUT OF IT!”, He grabbed Red shirt by the tattered collar.
Red whimpered quietly, holding his nose, which began to flow with a red luster. Blue turn his infuriated sight to Yellow shirt, who fell yet again out of the tree, only with his prize. “Coconut!”, Yellow shirt said emphatically to Blue shirt, holding a well-earned coconut up to him. “I don't care about some stupid coconut right now!”, He slapped it out of Yellow shirt's hand, who flinched and seized up in fear. Yellow shirt began to whimper as well, but in a more innocent and silent manner.
Blue shirt sighed in distress. He wakes up with no memory and already he has to hold someone's god damn hand, and it's probably Red shirt's because not only can he not see worth shit, he keeps crying like a stupid...person who cries a lot! And why should he have to? He didn't ask for this! What had he done to deserve this? He sat down and took a deep breath to calm down. “Look, I know you both are disoriented right now-...well, maybe not you-...er...Yellow shirt,” He began calmly, picking up the coconut and giving it back to Yellow shirt after brushing it off while trying to think of what to call him. “But...Red shirt...he is, and, well, you can't really blame him. He just woke up and found out that he's blind, probably with no memory, just like me. The point is, we need to calm down and figure out our situation. We need to survive this, this...whatever this is...” Blue shirt sighed, gesturing around himself.
“Our situation?! How about this for a situation: I'm blind and I'm going to die because of it! We're all going to die !” Red shirt spat at Blue shirt in a fit of grief.
“Oh would you shut up , Fred shirt-...wait...Fred shirt. That's it! You're name is Fred Shirt, okay?”
“What's the point of having a name if you're going to die anyway....” Fred Shirt buried his face into the dry sand further up shore.
“Ooh! Ooh! Pick me! I have a good name for you, Blue shirt,” Yellow shirt jumped up and down, waving his hand about as if he were trying to start a tornado with it.
“Uhm...oookay, Yellow shirt, what do you have in mind?” Blue shirt played along hesistantly.
“But we have to start with a guessing game!” Yellow shirt shouted happily.
Blue shirt sighed aloud, covering his face in his hands. “...Go on.” He reluctantly agreed to play.
“Okay, so, who was Adam's wife?”
“....Eve?”
“And what would her name be if God made a mistake and she turned out to be a guy?” Yellow shirt shuddered a bit, entertaining the thought unwillingly.
“....Steve?”
“Yay! You won, Steve Shirt!” Yellow shirt bounced up and down like an endless ball of happiness. It was good to know not everyone in this group was a total downer. Fred .
“Yeah, well, you're loopy, so your name should be...Fruit Loop!” Fred Shirt scoffed at Yellow shirt.
“Hey, come on now, let's not be mean...” Steve Shirt's voice was drowned out by Yellow shirt's inhumanly long gasp.
“THAT....is that best. Name. EVER!” Fruit Loop hugged Fred Shirt with joy.
“This is going to be the best survival eveeeeeeer......”
God please kill me now. Just do it already. Steve Shirt though to himself as he began to drag Fruit Loop and Fred Shirt with him into the multitude of trees.
…rustle...
Steve Shirt stopped dead in his tracks, staring warily into the lush vegetation that lied before the three.
“Steve Shirt...?” Fruit Loop asked nervously, picking up on Steve Shirt's sudden change in attitude.
“...Yeah, I'm...fine.” He replied after a pause, shaking his head.
“I thought I saw a pony for a moment-”
“Look, a rainbow!” Fruit Loop pointed gleefully out towards the open sea, cutting off Steve Shirt.
Sure enough, a rainbow began to arc over the ocean, in an unusually thin strip too. Nonetheless, it offered an odd sense of comfort in the insanity of the group of survivors. Even in rough times, they could at least look out into the ocean and gaze upon the beautiful spiral rainbow and-
...spiral rainbow ? Steve Shirt squinted to get a better view.
The rainbow had become and unusual spiral arc above the calm sea, which lead Steve Shirt to one conclusion: he's seriously dehydrated. He looked to Fruit Loop, who had found a collapsible scope in his pocket, which he used to better his view of the remarkable rainbow. He could barely make out the blur: “It's blue, a blue....pegasus! It's a blue pegasus and it's making the rainbow!”
That's it, this guy's brain obviously has more salt than water in it. Or maybe it's sand...
“Yep, sure, you keep telling yourself that.” Steve Shirt sighed irritably, dragging his blind companion and his silly fellow with him on a great quest for survival in a land of great danger.
"But it's true !!" Fruit Loop flailed in vain.
"Mmhm."
(Twilight Sparkle)
Day Zero of Survival
Dear Diary, my friends and I came through on the other side of the portal alright! But everyone else has lost their memories completely. Everypony fled as soon as we crossed the threshold, and now their probably stumbling about in the woods, scared, and alone...I'm scared too. I know that leaving Equestria was necessary for our own survival, but have we really done any good? Wouldn't we have been better off staying together in Equestria rather than being separated in this...strange world, left to fend for ourselves...? No, I can't start thinking like that! We'll make it through this, together! We managed to calm a good portion of the disoriented population down, thanks to Fluttershy, and they have chosen to stay with us. Spike is helping with the digging team, they'll be making the temporary shelters for today. To save time, we've decided to group into the shelters by threes. I'll be sleeping with Applejack and Fluttershy tonight (and Spike as well, if we have the room, but I'm sure there will be some left.)
On another topic, Fluttershy mentioned something about coming across a strange group of creatures while she was leading the exploration team. She said she couldn't understand a word they were saying, and the one with the blue shirt even became violent at one point. Afterwards, they began traveling together, so they must be getting along, right? Luna says that we should avoid any contacts with them until we're sure they are friendly, and until we can begin building houses. We're already running low on water , so we'll have to move to another area to settle down, perhaps by an open field with a river.
Applejack has been able to scour a meager supply of apples...but it's only enough to last us the day. She has began collecting seeds from the tall grass, saying that they can be used to grow wheat to make bread so we can have a secondary supply of food. Of course, just like we do, plants need water, so we'll have to keep moving for now.
On a sad note, Luna is not feeling well today. I can't really blame her, I mean I'd be sad if I lost a sister. Good thing I don't have any. Aside from that, Luna said that she was to be put in charge of the population- or what was left of it, if Celestia didn't manage to get everyone through on time- but since she is not at her best today, she has put me in charge as 'acting-leader'. At first I felt kind of bad, what with the death of Celestia, but I'm actually kind of flattered, a bit nervous too. I've never really thought myself as one to lead, but I suppose I can do it, nay, I have to, for the sake of Luna and the rest of the population.
I just hope nothing bad happens...
~Twilight Sparkle
P.S: May you rest in peace, Celestia.
P.S.S: Spike, I know you're reading this, stop looking into my diary!
~End of Chapter One~
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Ponycraft: Survivor's Quest! (Minecraft)
Regrouping The Masses!/The Deadly Coconut Flail!
(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.
Ponycraft: Survivor's Quest! (Minecraft)
The Part Where Celestia Dies!
(Chapter 3)
The Part Where Celestia Dies!
(Luna)
Everything...was fine back then. Perfect even. Sure we had the occasional threat with major issues such Discord and Chrysalis, but those were at least preventable. We at least had a fighting chance. But this is different. The magnitude of of the next events to come...is unstoppable. The story of Equestria, its cherished halls and towns, its beloved folk, its creatures, and its place in history as the bearer of Her Majesty Celestia...has come to an end.
Twilight has notified us of such events, and we have already taken action, preparing for a full planetary evacuation, with each major city, town, and village going through different portals to unknown lands. We wish we could have all of the citizens walk through the portals to a specific place, but since no one has ever planewalked and come back to tell the tale (simply because the magic required to keep one open was too great alone or even together long enough), the portals will lead to random locations.
My sister said she had something important she needed to take care of before she departed for one of the portals. It was at this time I decided to take a stroll by Twilight’s treehouse to take in the view of my home world if but...one final time. It was depressing really. Only now that the world was ending did I see the true beauty of this world, its trees and flowers, the open blue sky, and the grass dancing against the wind. And soon...none of it was going to exist.
My mind couldn’t help but linger to such thoughts like ‘Why us?’ or ‘Why now?’, ‘Why does our home world have to die?’. And neither could I hold back the tears that began to roll down my cheek, tears that will ultimately be engulfed in the destruction of this world and its reality. It only hurt more to think about, so I continued my scenic walk towards the evacuation site.
Again I found myself lost in angry thoughts, cursing whatever divine existence had their hand in the ruination of Equestria. It scared me, thinking those thoughts, because the anger felt so good. It was that same anger that had made me into the monster dubbed ‘Nightmare Moon’, and it was that same monster I had hoped never to become again. Yet I felt myself seduced by the negative emotions, tempted by the anger and frustration I could not help but feel. It was like becoming the monster herself again.
The thoughts seemed to linger and last for ever, as did the walk, as I slowly traveled to the site. There would be no rain today in light of the evacuation. Sad, for it would have been fitting to how I am feeling in contrast with this sunny weather. As the sun casts its false rays of a despairing happiness, I push onward, carrying the burdens of my emotions and the memories of my childhood here. Playing in the meadows, smelling the sweet primroses, and even splashing in the mud. I didn’t care if it was ‘unlady-like’, it was fun and I loved it. I loved living my life here, even during the times when it was rough and rebellious, the times when I fought with my sister, even after I was Nightmare Moon. And now we were being split apart, just like that. Unbelievable.
And just to rub it in my face, that...is when disaster struck. Reality distorted, twisted and turned, and tore itself apart as the skies began to crack. The heavens themselves shook and tore, screaming and shouting the voice of insanity itself before bursting into amethyst flames. I had no time to question the absurdity of the events: the Equestrian Fault had begun.
I flew the rest of the way with haste, the song of the heavens stuck in my head. I could not hear anything else. Not even the rushing wind blowing past my ears. Only Her beautiful we song rung clear are. As I cleared the wave of clouds Alpha and touched to the ground, everyone looked as though and Omega they were screaming. But I could not hear any of we are the them, as they ran about like the beginning a chicken who had been mortally beheaded, or ‘motes’ beheaded, as one who is NOT a hipster might say. Sorry, bad pun.
In the sea of panicking townspeople, I saw an odd figure in and the END the background. Black and blurry it was, and really, really tall. But it’s eyes, if you could call them that, were allgeltenzranzallahg. Ranthul was really eshgeneshkrahlranzallahg, peering it to its eyes of amethyst. Until its tobeshwei unhitched and and it began to approach. But before it could reach me, the portal opened, and the sea of townsfolk began pouring in, dragging me with them. I cried out for CLENnebotnebocktthulranesh.
“My sweet, sweet, Luna...” A voice spoke in my head, causing my heart to sink to my stomach.
“...Take care of them. I leave you in charge as their leader.” I began to scream for my sister, knowing what she weieshockt going to say next.
“And sister...I love you with all of my heart.” Her voice quivered in my head.
As I was dragged through the portal, the destruction of Equestria, its reality, its sanity sprung forth a brilliant light that blinded my right eye. I felt it tinging and digging into the very nerves and core of it, as though it were being impaled by needles. I passed out going through the portal. And when I woke up...I began crying again.
Ponycraft: Survivor's Quest! (Minecraft)
Flutteryshy, Reporting In!/Getting Wood!
(Chapter 4)
Fluttershy, Reporting In!/Getting Wood!
(Fluttershy)
Recon Report, Day 2
Um...this is Fluttershy, r-reporting in! In the first three days of reconnaissance, we've discovered a snow biome to the north...at least we think it's north. It's a few days ahead by the looks of it. It may be harsh to live in, but it's guaranteed to have water...a-at least if you boil it down. We would be able to use the water to make wheat from the seeds Applejack has collected, which then can be turned into water. This biome is recommended as a good temporary settlement until we reach the decision as to whether we wish to settle down or not.
Continuing the report, the strangers we saw from earlier seem to have run into trouble. We've seen only Yellow Shirt (we'll refer to them by color) and Red Shirt today. Yellow shirt seems to be using his shirt and...a coconut, I want to say(?), as an improvised flail. Red shirt is still stumbling about, feeling is way about the forest...actually, I think they were trying to get wood. They were doing a pretty poor job of it when we passed by on our way back, but then again, coconuts don't make good axes.
It seems like a lot of the cute critters we had in Equestria are also here in...oh. I guess we haven't named this new plane have we? Well I guess I'll schedule a neat little vote during the time we travel again after we discuss where we are heading to next, it'll make a good distraction. I think we'll be able to sustain a new Equestria here in this plane! Oh! That's a nice name: Newquestria! I'll suggest that while we travel.
Before I forget, I noticed something after we came back. Luna seems to have finally come up, but she's covered her right eye with cloth. I'm fairly certainly she's blinded, but she gets angry every time I ask her about. I found her mumbling about the sun being etched into her eye. Then she just, sorta started uttering some...weird words. I can't tell what the mean, but I can feel the magical distortion they carry. I don't want to be mean, but I think she saw something, and now it's...it's doing something to her. I'll have to talk to Twilight about it privately.
And now for bitter news...w-we came across some corpses today, it scared me to death! They were half-eaten when we found them. A lot of the group has become skeptical and started pointing fingers at the humans, but it's not them. They're just trying to get by, just like us, but we'll keep an eye on them just in case. My friends and I believe its the of the monsters at night. That reminds me, we'll have to enforce a curfew, can't be too careful. I just hope I won't pass out again the next time I see one...I'll have to remind everypony that this place is not filled rainbows and happiness like Equestria. This world...is a very dangerous world.
I think that about concludes everything for this report. U-um, Fluttershy si-signing out!
(Fred)
Last night was hell. Every night seems to be hell, ever since Fred woke up on that beach. So was trying to chop this god damn tree down! Although, to be fair, trying to chop a tree down with a coconut is probably the worst idea they've had yet.
“Work faster , slave!” Fred snarled at Fruit Loop, basking in the shade.
“Shut up, Blindie!” Fruit Loop retorted, taking another swing with his flail in the sweltering heat.
“Tch! Whatever, Blondie.” Fred scoffed, mentally rolling his eyes.
“God, why are you always so hostile ?! It pisses me off!” Fruit Loop grunts, swinging ever so violently at the poor tree.
“You wanna know what pisses me off? Listenin' to your whiny ass. Now get back to work!” Fred lied back, imagining servants at his side, fanning him gently in the heat.
The coconut, after taking so much abuse, splits open, causing Fruit Loop to immediately pounce upon the milk and lap it up off the ground, eating the insides of the coconut.
“Hey, did you open it up? Give me part of that!” Fred swiped blindly (hur hur) at the air like an idiot.
Fruit Loop turned to Fred, grinning mischievously.
“Sure, Freeeed ...” Fruit Loop raised the other half of the coconut level to Fred's face.
“OH GOD THE SHPIDER'S EATIN' YOUR FACE, OH MY GOOOOOOD!!” Fruit Loop yelled, smashing the inside of the coconut against Fred's face.
Fred failed to be amused, screaming and flailing at the coconut like his usual self in a seriously pathetic attempt to even hit it or get it off his face. After calming down, he shoots a nasty glare towards Fruit Loop...or rather a few inches to his left.
“Ass...hole .” Fred fumes with rage.
“Knock it off you two, we've got ground to cover and wood to get.” A familiar voice rung through the air.
“Steve Shirt!” Fruit Loop gave his beeeestest friend the biggetest hug in aaaaaaall of the world.
Steve lightly patted his odd friend's head, returning his gaze to Fred.
“Come on, get up.” He reached out a hand to Fred.
Fred took his hand grudgingly. While he certainly didn't trust the either of them, he knew that he could at least rely on Steve to an extent. He seemed like an okay guy.
Fruit Loop shared the coconut meat reluctantly. Whether he liked it or not, they were in this together, so they would have to eat together to live. But then again, everything tastes better when you share it! Fruit Loop stashes the quote away in his brain just for remembering later.
After they finished breakfast, they gathered around the 'bruised' tree, scratching their heads at it.
“Well, the only thing we had as a tool and or weapon was that flail, and even that didn't work very well.” Fruit Loop reminded the group.
Steve looked at the tree for a while and smirked a bit.
“Looks easy enough. Let's do this.”
“'Easy enough'? Steve, we don't even have any means of-,”
Steve's arm penetrated right through the hull of the tree, breaking through the core, and busting out on the other side. With several swift chops, the tree shattered into a pile of blocks of wood.
“...chopping it down?” Fred was going to say.
“Ooh, ooh, let me try too!” Fruit Loop jumped up to another tree, performing a mid air one-two kicking combo, tumbling the tree into three more blocks of wood.
As Fred watched (or rather listened to) the spectacle, he balled his hands up and flailed at the nearest tree.
He broke his hands.
-Several Hours Later-
Residing in the shelter of fallen trees (or rather their blocks), our heroes sat in darkness, for they had no light nor source of warmth to keep them company. Nay, the only comfort they could keep in the midst of the nightly noises of the monsters was in each other. Fruit Loop slept contently on Steve's chest, who didn't mind very much since he had already fallen into a deep slumber. Fred, however, could not help but hear the voices. The raspy hissing, the clanking of bones, and the distant cries of god knows what. It was all very real, which he knew for a fact now from his earlier encounter.
He hugged himself, scared, alone, and blind to all which was around himself. While he found Fruit Loop annoying as hell, and Steve a little bit...mysterious, he was glad he joined their company. He would've been dead without them, and even though he would never admit it, he did find Fruit Loop to be slightly amusing. He felt is way over to Fruit Loop's hip, which he reluctantly rested his head upon, closing his eyes and drifting to sleep.