Boris's Bed and Breakfast: All are Welcomeby AShadyDetectiveChaptersPrologue: Rapture's first escapeeFirst customer and a workerThe cutie Mark CrusadersTRI-9999999 TWI-9999999The search party (my attempt at a fight scene)That canyon scene from Lion King with Bouncers instead of hyena'sPrologue: Rapture's first escapeeBoris Uspekhom was not a skittish man, he never was. During the war he had seen things that no man was meant to see, children with nothing but skin on their bones, grown men to weak to stand, bodies carelessly left in piles like dirty clothing. Yet through all this Boris stood strong, kept his nerves steeled, if not for him then for his comrades and the men, women, and children they rescued from concentration camps. Though after the war, what he had seen, it was wearing on him, all he wanted was to get away from all those memories, all the death and sadness. So he did, he followed his grandmothers advice. "You're a great listener, and a great talker, Boris, those are the prominent things about you, you would make a great business owner, open a bar or better yet, be like me open a bed & breakfast, you wouldn't go hungry" she had said. He had put no stock into her advice until now, after she had already died fighting off a robber. At one point a man named Andrew Ryan approached him, said he wanted him to be one of the first members of a project of his. He agreed on the condition that he could open his bed and breakfast in this "city of the great" and for a certain amount of time it was all that he dreamed of and more. He was meeting new and interesting people, seeing humans bending the elements like gods, hearing stories from all across the world and watching injuries that would permanently cripple a man being healed in instants. It was too good to last. Reports of it started few and far in between, people doing insane things for Adam, stealing from family, selling all they own, and the stupidest of all, attacking the little sisters. But gradually the reports escalated, the city was starting to go insane, and eventually there were only a few truly safe strongholds left, the rest overrun by the insane. Even he had had his B&B ransacked for everything it had. Boris was one of the few who were unaffected by this addiction and strong enough to fight off the ones who weren't. This made him the ideal candidate for the experiment. A new version of the teleport plasmid, one that would be strong enough to get the out of Rapture completely. Boris had volunteered, even though he was fully aware of what might happen to him, he had seen the previous tests, people who had left arms or legs behind, body parts simply blinking out of existence, one test subject had even teleported the entire contents of the brewery they were hiding in before he himself seemingly suffered sudden compression, it looked like that one video of a tin can thrown into space, not pretty. But as stated before Boris was not a skittish man, and he was also not afraid of death, he had seen to much to really think death is the worse that can happen. The scientists herded him onto a metal table and scurried around some more, they seemed pretty confident in this version. Finally one of the scientists, a short, bearded man wearing a tattered lab coat, walked up to him, his hair reminded Boris of a porcupine. He handed him a paper. It was, in fact a waiver "if we do get out and your missing a limb it's not our fault" the porcupine had said with a sneer. The paper was skimmed over quickly, "The scientists and engineers of the Teleport v6 plasmid are not responsible for any of the following ailments or injuries: cancer, heart conditions, atomization, lose of limbs, lost of internal organs, lose of skin, death, and/or dimensional displacement. Boris signed the paper quickly, he wanted to get this over with. Finally one of the scientists approached him and motioned for him to lie down on the table. Normally they would have also have him strip down and dress him in a gown of some sort but all materials like that went to better means. They strapped him in with thick leather straps and gave him a plastic bite stick, the porcupine approached with a bottle attached to a thick needle, he had never understood why the plasmid needles had to be so large, ever since the first one he received, telekinesis, he had always despised them despite the advantage they gave. Just as he was going to inject the plasmid a large crash echoed through the room causing the porcupine to almost drop the bottle, a voice was heard through the door "Splicer! They found-" whoever the speaker was got cut off by the sound of a machine gun firing and the security bots flying in. "Careful!" scolded a scientist nearby, scowling at the porcupine, "I will not have all our hard work for nothing" he hissed. The porcupine seemed incredibly embarrassed, clutching the plasmid like it was his lifeline. "Well, don't lollygag, inject it now, before the splicers get in" the same scientist ordered. The porcupine did just that and immediately stuck the needle into Boris's arm with more force than needed. But that did not matter as the pain Boris was feeling eclipsed that small sting one million fold. It felt like someone was forcing sand through his veins while simultaneously shoving an electrified needle in his ears like his brain was the thanksgiving turkey of an insane surgeon. It honestly dwarfed all other pains he had felt in his life. A few more minutes in he started to feel almost numb but not, like they were not just devoid of pain, but devoid of everything, it started from his toes and fingers and slowly creeping upward, he then heard a panicked shout. Through extreme effort he moved his eyes to gaze at his arm and lethargically realized that, oh his arm was disappearing. Normally anyone in his position would shout, but to him the numbing feeling this disappearance was causing was sweet relief compared to the pain the still visible parts were in. At one point he belatedly realized he was just a he was just a head, and as the darkness showed itself creeping in on the corners of his vision, he welcomed it. __________________pages________________sucks________________on______I-pad____ When he regained consciousness the first thing he realized was that he was either in Arcadia, dead, or it worked and he was outside, because there was a canopy of leafs above him. The second thing he realized was that he had all of his body parts or could at least feel all of them. The final thing he realized was that he actually felt pretty good, like he had just had a large meal, slept, and woke up with full Eve. As Boris sat up he scanned his surroundings, he was in a small clearing with trees, trees, boulder, bush, large multi-headed reptile, more tre- wait what. Standing just outside of the clearing and stomping forward, Boris thought it would be in the best interest of both parties to utilize his gene tonic, natural camouflage, and simply fade into the background for a bit, no need for unnecessary conflict. As the creature stomped by Boris only had one thought, he made it. Author's Note This is my first story with only some proofreading, please stay open to the idea and offer constructive criticism. First customer and a workerHe was out, he made it out. He had to sit down for a second, weakly he stumbled over to a tree and collapsed. He was out of Rapture, no more suicides, no more of that hell. He spent a few more minutes just sitting and thinking when he realized that while he was out of Rapture he was probably not on earth, because unless scientists had started genetically modifying, well, everything, he shouldn't be seeing lizards that looked like hydra's or winged horses flying in the sky with what looked like mail bag. "Well" he thought, "I've seen humans shoot lightning out of their hands and ghosts wander the halls in Rapture, mythological beings, why not" And with that he stood up and decided it would be best to get out of the forest. He walked without interruption for a while until he found another clearing, and surprisingly, at the other end was what looked to be metal sticking out of a group of bushes. Boris rushed forward thinking there would be something to use as a club or shank. What he found was much better, behind the bushes was looked like a neighborhood worth of different nicknacks, there was a whole array of guns, a ton of metal scraps, a couple of power tools, a few pieces of furniture, what looked like a whole towns worth of cloth, and finally that brewery that got teleported. "Oh" Boris realized "it was all the things that were accidentally teleported during the testing." "Ok, I can work with this" Boris thought with determination. Just because he was out of Rapture did not mean he was going to give up his B&B, and about finding civilization, well who needs society anyway. And with that he got to work. One Four Day Epic Montage Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After Boris used telekinesis to move the sign into place he stepped back and admired his the finished product, he had built a reasonably good building and home, and with plasmids to help, it was all the more stable. He had made a rather large first floor with one bedroom for him, a back room with some cooking equipment, and a large main room with a living area filled with some couches and a nice armchair, with a bar sort of thing off to the side for eating and checking people in, he had also dug a small cellar for multi purpose and a second floor with three more bedrooms and a bathroom which really was just a metal tub with bucket near a manual pump and a mirror. Each bedroom was equipped with a bed, mattress (stuffed with hay), sheets, a blanket, one pillow (also stuffed with hay) and a dresser. Morning meals would likely consist of whatever he had that specific day, surprisingly he had also got the brewery equipment set up in the back room (going of what he remembered it looked like) but had no idea how to work it. But perhaps the best part of the day was when he got some wild hens into the henhouse thing he had created, Boris is having omelette's. He also had a small garden set up out back with some peppers and other vegetation growing. One thing that had greatly confused Boris was that throughout all of this he was using plasmids practically non-stop and he still felt zero EVE drain. At least halfway through the first day he should have been completely dry, but he was still rearing and ready to go, but if there was another thing his grandmother had taught him was not to look a gift horse in the mouth. A few days after the creation of "Boris's B&B: All are Welcome" he was working in the garden when he heard the sound of trees crashing nearby, nervous he charged up a swarm ready to chase of any wild life. Suddenly a few trees got utterly brutalized by a glowing floating cart with two broken wheels, a blue unicorn wearing a cloak stepped out of the trees beside the cart with her horn alight with the same glow. He quickly got rid of the plasmid realizing this might be a customer, why was he not freaking out, he has seen angry ghosts, dudes in diver suits brutalize people and little girls sticking needles in dead bodies while giggling, it would literally take a pink demon appearing, letting loose a banshee shriek, and disappearing to startle him. The unicorn scanned the clearing until she got to him, her eyes flicked to the sign and back to him, finally she sighed and seemingly steeling herself she took a few more steps toward him, cart following. "You, creature, the Great and Powerful Trixie demands a room, go and get this Boris so he may tell Trixie where to put her cart" Boris was not really affected by the insult, he'd been called worst, "I am Boris" he grunted, standing to his full height and brushing himself off, "how many days do you need, I accept any payment methods except credit" this knocked Trixie of balance for a second before she recovered, "Trixie would like to pay on a night by night basis until she fixes her cart wheels and finds a road, she will pay five bits a night, is this adequate" she questioned loudly. Boris nodded, not really knowing what a bit was or what it was worth, "lay down the cart down there and then come inside" he said while pointing to a patch of grass near the building, he then walked inside and waited behind the counter. A few minutes later Trixie walked in with a saddle bag and her cloak still on, she walked up to the counter and levitated five gold coins out of her saddle bag and onto the counter, Boris's eyes widened slightly at the gold but nevertheless he took the coins and slid over a key with a one on it, "up the stairs and first door on your left, bathrooms end of the hall" he said in a neutral tone. Trixie walked up the stairs, stayed there a few minutes and then came back down with a book levitating beside her, "do you serve dinner as well, Trixie can pay" she said, Boris checked his stock and he did indeed have enough to spare, procuring a wooden bowl and spoon he left to the back room and came out with a bowl of maple oat meal, he slid it across the counter to her, "on the house" he said when he saw her horn lighting up, " your my first customer" he explained Trixie took this in stride taking the bowl and spoon with a small "thank you" as she ate they both made some awkward conversation with him learning she's a traveling magician and her learning that he's a human. When she was finished she went to the couches with a book and read for a bit, eventually she turned in and a hour later Boris did as well. Three days later<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Over the last few days that it took to fix the cart Boris had actually become friends with Trixie, he had learned that she came from a small but proud family of earth ponies and had been put down from the start by her parents who wanted a earth pony boy, she had set out at the age of seven to prove them wrong, to prove that she could be a great one way or another. She had gained a apprenticeship under another traveling magician who had not only taught her but became more of a father to her than her real one, he had allowed her to take his last name Lullamoon, she has also told him about her travels. She in turn had learned about Boris's aspiration to own a B&B to live up to his grandmother, she also learned about Rapture but that was by accident. Early morning on the second day there was a problem in the form of a hydra trying to eat Trixie's cart, she was still sleeping. Just as he was chasing it off using swarm and winter blast Trixie stepped out the front door and stared wide eyed a Boris firing ice and insects at a hydra. This made for a very interesting explanation, she was left wide eyed at the explanation of plasmids and tonics, and she was also terrified at the idea of Rapture and splicers. When the time came for Trixie to leave she had left a small blue dot on the front lawn, claiming it was a sort of magical beacon that she could use to find the building again, she swore to come back at one point with more stories. They exchanged goodbyes and off she went, he would miss her company. One week AT (after Trixie)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ One week after Trixie left Boris was getting annoyed, someone was hiding in the back room and he was done with hearing noises at night, at midnight he snuck down with a winter blast charged and moved into the back room, he spotted a figure opening cabinets. He moved slowly but surely towards it. When he was about to fire his foot hit a loose board, the figure shot up and made a break for it, Boris was quicker though and fired on the figure, hitting it. Another strange side effect of this world was that his ice worked indefinitely, it kept the target frozen in time right there until he unfroze them. Deciding to keep them there until morning Boris headed upstairs and went to sleep. That morning he went back down, ate breakfast and fixed a second bowl for the thief. He went to the back room, locked the door behind him and then took a good look at his prisoner. He was a brown barely teenager earth pony with a darker brown mane, his cutie mark was a wooden mug with froth coming out he had saddlebags filled with some apples and other foods. He was frozen in a running position with wide eyes, his ribs were showing and his mane was filled with twigs, he generally looked like a runaway who had small and far in between meals. Making sure the door was locked he unfroze the pony, who immediately starting cowering before the unknown creature. Boris simply sat down on one of the spare chairs and slid over a bowl of oatmeal before simply leaning back and watching. The earth pony was incredibly nervous, staring at the bowl while his stomach growled, eventually hunger won with him inching forward and eating. Finally Boris spoke "so what's your name?" he asked the earth pony looked back up from the half eaten bowl, "H-home Brew si-sir" he stuttered "the names Boris, what are you doing out here Home Brew, and more importantly why are you stealing from me." The Earth Pony looked ashamed for a second for a second before telling Boris that he had run away from home but didn't elaborate. This made Boris contemplative, he had seen runaways before on earth, he didn't want to see any here, as he was thinking his eyes drifted over to the brewery equipment and then back to the ponies cutie mark. He had heard from Trixie that the mark represented their special talent. Finally he nodded over to the equipment that was set up and said "can you work that" Home Brew's eyes scanned the equipment with surprising intensity. He turned back to Boris and nodded nervously, Boris got up opened a drawer and pulled out a key with a two on it, he tossed it to the earth pony, "you got a job, help around the place and work the brewery equipment and You get room two and free meals" Home Brew was stunned for a second before a small grin broke out on his face. "Y-you got it boss" before following Boris out. "You got two days to get situated here before I give you chores, tell me what you need for the brewery and I'll see if I can get it" Boris went behind the counter and gestured to the stairs "rooms up there" At the foot of the stair Home Brew turned and nervously cleared his throat, "h-hey boss what are you" Boris simply grunted "human" without turning around "o-oh, okay" and with that Home Brew headed up. Boris was pleased with himself, he had got a worker to not only help around but also one who knew how to work the brewery. Author's Note I haven't edited anything with this chapter yet but I plan to. A fun fact is that I kept extending the epic montage as I wrote what Boris did. The cutie Mark CrusadersBoris was curious, he had decided to test out all his plasmids and see if there was any other differences to the effects. While he was not disappointed the effects were strange. Winter blast and Incinerate were pretty much the same, although both were significantly stronger, while telekinesis seemed a lot more dexterous and precise. Electro-bolt was now more controllable to the point where he could metaphorically thread it through the eye of a needle. Insect swarm Seemed to produce less wasp's but it now seemed more diverse, he had beetles, wasps, and surprisingly arachnids, which made no sense, but neither did this world. One of the biggest changes had to be Decoy, which really wasn't Decoy anymore, it was more of an "Illusion" now because he could now change it into what ever he imagined, he had already scared multiple creatures (and Home Brew) with fake Bouncers charging. But what had to be the most curious thing was that the teleport plasmid that brought him here was now acting just like a normal teleport plasmid, it allowed him to teleport anywhere in his line of sight but that was it, there was no dimensional disappearing acts happening any time soon (hopefully). Another thing he had decided to do was fix up the old Circus of Values that he had found in the scrap pile, he had removed the disturbing picture, replaced it with a sign that had what was currently in stock, and then put it next to the door. He had Home Brew in charge of keeping it filled, it was currently filled with some bottles of beer (courtesy of Home Brew), and some trail mix, they were planning on adding more later. Currently Boris was gathering lumber for a extension to the building, they needed a new storage room as the back room was filling up quickly, Boris was just walking back with some more logs when he heard a thrumming sound, he looked up and saw a rocket shaped object flying through the air. Suddenly the object made a loud pop, and it started smoking. Suddenly the thrumming cut out all together and the object dropped like a stone and made a comical mushroom cloud appear nearby. Deciding to check the wreckage Boris dropped the lumber and jogged over, what he saw was not what he was expecting, there were three small fillies covered in soot on top of what looked like a broken ACME rocket. They were all talking while they shook the soot off. "-and that was our last rocket" said the unicorn. "Sweetie ah think we should try something else, we didn't get our cutie mark for rocket building, rocket riding, or rocket crashing, we should gone for our necromancy cutie marks like I suggested" responded the earth pony. Finally the pegasus decided to take the place of the dreaded voice of reason. "Girls instead of sitting here talking how about we try to find out WHERE THE BUCK WE LANDED!!!" "Ok Scoots" they both chirped. Finally Boris decided to reveal himself, he exited the bushes and walked a few feet before stopping when three heads whipped towards the noise. The three fillies froze before they started whispering to each other. "Don't move, he can't see us if we don't move" "What do you think ahm doing" "Girls doesn't this only work in stories" Finally Boris decided to stop this conversation before it got too crazy. "You three alright, saw you crash" They all went wide eyed before simultaneously yelling "It can talk!!" "Yes he can, thank you for asking" The three seemed stunned for a second before turning sheepish, each of them muttering a apology. They seemed to work up some courage before they started firing questions with the speed of a machine gun. "Hey mister what are you?" "Where did you come from?" "What's your name?" "Where are we?" "Are you gonna eat us?" "Wha-" They went silent after Boris raised a hand, the other massaging his temples. "Look, how about you three come to my Bed & Breakfast and we'll answer each other's questions" The orange nods and starts walking forward before the other two grabbed her and tugged her back. "Scootaloo wait, remember what Rarity and Applejack told us, stranger danger, Scoots, stranger danger" whispered the white one while the one with the bow nodded along. "This is not going to work" Boris thought. "My names Boris, what's yours" Boris asked with what he hoped was a smile. Suddenly the three turned towards him with matching grins. "I'm Applebloom" cheered the one with the bow "I'm Scootaloo" yelled the orange one "and I'm Sweetie Bell" exclaimed the one with the pink and purple mane "AND TOGETHER WERE THE CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS" they all yelled as they jumped dramatically. "Well now were not strangers anymore are we" he said not believing it would work. "Ok" they all chirped. Boris resisted the urge to face palm and led them back. One hour later in the B&B~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "And that's how we ended up here" Sweetie Bell said as the crusaders and Boris plus Home Brew finished supper. Boris and Home Brew looked slightly incredulous. "A-aren't you worried about how your sisters are going to find you" asked Home Brew "Nah, miss Rarity puts a tracker spell on us sometimes before we go crusading" said Applebloom between bites "said it was for our safety or something" "A-ah" "You kids can stay here until they come, it's pretty late though, it best you get some sleep, if your sisters are as determined as you say they are they should be here by tomorrow" Boris said as handed them a room key "you can have room one, we'll see what happens in the morning" "Thanks mister Boris" Sweetie Bell said as she took the room key in her telekinetic grip and trotted to the stairs, the other two sluggishly following. "You turn in too Brew, I got it from here" Boris said to the exhausted earth pony, Home Brew had worked all day fixing a problem in the brewery, it had taken all day and he hadn't had lunch, so he was absolutely dead on his hooves. Home Brew nodded sleepily before stumbling away. "Well" Boris thought as he finished the rest of the dishes "lets see what tomorrow brings" Next Day_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- The next morning came way to fast in Boris's eyes, although that might have something to do with the fact that he was awoken by the cry of "CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS!!! BREAKFAST MAKERS" but that's unlikely. He had tried to get some more sleep, unwilling to deal with anything right now, he had just lay there for about thirty minutes until one of the explosions shook the very foundations of the house, after that he decided it would be best for some adult supervision. With Home Brew~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Home Brew first chore of the day usually had him up early even though it was unnecessary, he was to go into the garden early morning and make sure no animal was trying to break into the fence either through it or under it and if so patch the hole. Today was different though, today he heard voices coming from the forest. He decided to approach in case they were lost, as he approached to voices started to become clearer, there were three of them and they were clearly female. What they were saying was becoming clearer as Home Brew got closer. "Come on Rarity just use that horn of yours and tell us where they are, the crusaders could be eaten by now" a tomboyish voice demanded, clearly irritated with her lack of success in finding said ponies. "Ah would calm down if I were you Dash, she already said this is the most accurate she could get it, there in this area we just gotta look, plus those fillies are tough, no monsters eating them" another voice drawled Finally Home Brew was finally close enough to see the ponies, there were three mares, a cyan Pegasus with a rainbow mane, a white unicorn with what looked like a perfectly groomed mane, and a-a, angel. Home Brew was star struck, she was beautiful, her orange fur, with her Stetson and her blond mane tied up, her eyes determined, yet soft, she was like a goddess. It was official, Home Brew had fallen in love with this magnificent creature. Suddenly they seemed to notice him, the Rainbow one flew right up to him and got in his face. "Hey you, have you seen three fillies by the names of Scootaloo, Applebloom, and Sweetie Bell" she demanded aggressively. This startled him out of his stupor. "D-do they call t-themselves the c-cutie mark c-crusaders" he stuttered, more nervous than usual. "Why yes, have you seen them" said the white one before the cyan pegasus cut in again "They better be alright punk" "T-there just f-fine, boss f-found them after they c-crashed in the forest, he let them stay in his B&B until there s-sisters come, t-that's you girls r-right." This one scared Home Brew. "Well then partner you best just lead on so we can get the girls and ah can personally thank your boss." Home Brew had to keep himself from staring, she was so beautiful. He proceeded to stumble away with a stupid smile on his face, the three mares following. With Boris()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() While that happened Boris and the crusaders had just finished a breakfast of pancakes, which were the finished product of the mess in the kitchen, it was surprisingly good. Boris was having a second helping while the Crusaders lie on couches talking about their accomplishment "-and again why didn't you girls let me do any actual cooking, you stuck me to just bringing stuff over" said Sweetie Bell, slightly irritated. "Because you suck at cooking sweetie, remember when we tried to make Big Mac that birthday Breakfast, he had have his stomach pumped" Applebloom responded with a deadpan tone. Scootaloo was taking a nap beside the other two, she had been up a bit late, insisting to the other two that Rainbow Dash would be here in "ten seconds flat" as she put it even though she was up for an extra two hours. As Boris was finishing his last pancake the front door opened and he turned his head and started saying "hey Brew any holes in the fe-" he cut himself off when he saw that there was three mares with Home Brew. "H-hey boss I found their sisters" Suddenly there were three fillies attached the mares, one of which was impersonating a face hugger. "Applejack" "Rarity" "Rainbow Dash" Applebloom and Rarity received hugs from their sisters while Scootaloo and Rainbow dash crashed to the ground into a pile of giggling pegasi, it was honestly a heartwarming sight. Boris swore that if he wasn't spliced up he would have gotten diabetes from the sight. Suddenly the older mares started scolding the fillies "Applebloom do you have any idea how worried ah was, and when mac discovered your empty bed he nearly had a heart attack" "Sweetie that was very unladylike behavior, I am very disappointed in you" "That was awesome, you girls should have told me, I would have come" Rainbow Dash was met with the glares of the other two, clearly disapproving of her attitude. "O-oh, uhh, I mean, that was a very not awesome thing you did Scoots" she said although she gave a wink to the fillies." "So where's this Boris fella, ah want to thank him personally" said Applejack Boris decided now was a good time to make himself known, he rapped his knuckles against the hardwood counter, all the heads in the room sans Home Brew snapped to him. "That would be me" he said staying where he was. "A-ah, oh, well thank you mister Boris for taking care of the crusaders, ah I know they can be a hoovefull and I hope they didn't cause to much trouble for ya" Applejack responded apprehensively. "They were fine, they even helped make breakfast, really sweet girls" Boris said truthfully, because they had really been no trouble. "Still what Applejack said, thanks a ton dude" said Rainbow Dash "Girls, where see our manners, we have yet to introduce ourselves, hello good sir, I am Rarity, a pleasure" said the white one with a prim tone. "Sup dude the names Rainbow Dash, the fastest in equestria" the rainbow one said cockily. "And ah am Applejack, nice to meet you" the one with the stetson said. "Names Boris, and before you ask, I am a human" Boris said deciding to get that question out of the way. There was a long silence, it made things incredibly awkward, suddenly the white on asked if they could stay the night. "We couldn't possibly get back to ponyville before nightfall at this time" she said primly. Boris nodded in agreement, it worked out as well since he had recently fitted room three with another bed. "Its five bits a room, you can have room two and three, room three has two beds but I'll leave the arrangements to you" he said, grabbing the room keys. She nodded and levitated ten bits onto the counter and grabbed the keys. "Come girls, I must fix my hair, this trek was a absolutely dreadful" she said as she headed for the stairs, the rest following, although Rainbow dash was muttering grumpily that she could make it back to Ponyville in ten seconds flat. The next morning<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> The next morning consisted of witching stories on what had happened, breakfast (which consisted of lots of apples courtesy of Applejack) some preparations, and finally some surprisingly teary goodbyes (mostly Rarity being over dramatic) and some blushes (Home Brew after Applejack hugged him). Boris was looking forward to his next customer, they always seemed to bring the best stories, and he finally figured out a name for the beer that Brew made, Rapture. Author's Note After chapter 4 I am going to go over all the chapters with some major editing, mostly grammar. TRI-9999999 TWI-9999999Another two week after those mares left the B&B (the first week consisted of Home Brew being depressed that Applejack left) was relatively quiet, well not exactly as Boris had managed to set up a jukebox that worked for free (he wasn't going to make them pay for music) and he had also found three old video game cabinets (he had heard from Brew that they did have these), two pinball games and a Galaga cabinet (apparently electro bolt could power things for days at a time, weird). The two of them had spent around three days having a competition seeing who could have the highest score, which had surprisingly ended with Home Brew in first on pinball while Boris was, actually really bad, but still in second, in Galaga Boris was holding the lead barely, but it was probably going to be lost by tomorrow. The day had barely started when they heard a knock on the still locked door, Brew was the upstairs rooms while Boris was cleaning glasses still dirty from the crusaders "crusade" in the kitchen, they were still scraping of dough off the ceiling. As Boris was about to reach the door a voice was heard. "The great and powerful Trixie demands entry, she has need of a room" a haughty voice sounded from the other side. Boris nearly grinned, not only was it an end to his boredom, but it was a friend and his first customer. He threw open the door with a grin and swept Trixie into a hug, lifting her into the air and earning a squeak from her. "Trixie demands you put her down, now, no, no, do not squeeze the Trixie " she squeaked. Finally Boris put Trixie down, she looked flustered as she fixed her hat and cloak. "Trixie would like a room Boris, she will be staying for a week on a vacation of sorts" she said uncomfortably, "Trixie's doctor says she's been to stressed, demanded she take a vacation, lie Trixie's says, but doctors orders". "You haven't met my worker yet, he arrived just after you left. Hey Brew get out here!" Boris said as he lead Trixie back to the counter, he grabbed the key and handed it to her. "You have a worker now, does he know about, well, you know, the thing" she said apprehensively. Boris nodded " yeah I told him a day after I hired him, figured it would be good idea instead of hiding it" At that moment Brew came out from the back room, he was a mess, his mane unkempt, coat covered in splotches of oil, and the amount of baggage under his eyes would make a soccer mom proud. "The problem with the bottles is fixed, took a all night but it's ok" he then cut himself off with a yawn, "hey Boris do you mind if I turn in early, I'm kind of tired". "Knock yourself out, literally, you look terrible, head on up and get some sleep" Boris said with a frown. "Ok" Home Brew yawned as he stumbled around blindly. The two turned away from him and simply sat on the couches for awhile catching up. Eventually Trixie spotted the cabinets. "You have arcade games, which ones" Trixie asked with surprising animation. "Galaga and two pinball machines, why" Boris answered confused. "Because I will have you know that Trixie is the worlds best pinball player, she will crush mere mortals like you" Trixie declared with certainty. "Them's fightin words" Boris said with narrowed eyes. Ten minutes later/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ Boris was sad, very sad, he had bet seven free nights to Trixie if she could beat the high score in pinaball. She had not just beaten it, she had crushed it with the fury of one thousand suns, and now he has to let her stay for free for her entire vacation. Trixie was also insufferably smug about it, declaring herself the queen. Boris sulked behind the counter while Trixie want upstairs to get settled. At that moment another knock came at the door, though it was rather late. "Come in" Boris called, to lazy to get the door. The door was opened slowly and a purple unicorn peeked in, seeing Boris she did a double take (just like every other pony) before seeing that he was staring at her expectantly, she blushed before walking in completely, this allowed Boris to see that on her back was a small sleeping dragon. She trotted out to the counter before whispering to him as to not wake the dragon up. "Do you have any rooms open" Boris nodded and slid over a key with a three on it, he then held up five fingers, she nodded in understanding and placed five bits on the counter. She headed up the stairs. A few minutes later Trixie came down and ate some dinner with Boris, they talked for a bit, where she had been, what had happened since she left, she then went upstairs as well. Boris figured now would be the time that he should turn as well, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen tomorrow, he shook it off as just a bad bit off food. Morning(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>) When Boris woke up that morning it was to arguing, he came out to see Trixie and the purple mare yelling at each other in what sounded like another language, meaning it was probably magic theory. He walked out and stood near the counter with the small dragon from yesterday wondering if he should stop them, just as he was about to cut in the dragon stopped him. "Bro, it ain't worth it, you be mauled if you try to get between those two, I've been with twilight long enough to know that" he said with a young voice. Boris reviewed the situation again and nodded, he was probably right. Boris walked behind the counter and asked the dragon ("call me spike") if he wanted breakfast, he nodded. They ate and the two mares still showed no sign of stopping, finally he finished and went outside to do some work. When he came back for lunch he found the two mares playing away at the pinball machines, the amount of intensity they were focusing was like a surgeon, whenever they lost it was at the exact same time, they would both look at each other's scores, see it was tied exactly, and start again. He asked spike what was happening he told him that they ended up having a contest after Trixie challenged Twilight. Boris stared at the two, at least they weren't yelling anymore. He ate his lunch while spike munched on some gems he got from his bag, they both sat and watched the show, eventually Boris had to head out again, he was adding a three room extension out back. That afternoon Boris stopped at the front door and steeled himself, he was either going to see the two still on the pinball machines or yelling, and since he couldn't hear anything he was going to assume the pinball machines were running. He opened the door and stepped in, to the twilight zone, the two were sitting together on the couches chatting calmly with smiles on their faces, like they were the best of friends. It was incredibly frightening, he walked up to spike who was sitting at the counter not moving. "What happened" he whispered to the dragon Said dragon turned to him revealing his face was frozen in expression of terror, "don't ask things you don't want to know man, it's just not worth it" wordlessly spike turned back to stare at the comic book in front of him. Finally he decided to ask the two mares, he walked towards them just able to catch snippets of their conversation. "-nd you should really head to ponyville in a month, the princess is sending me there to make sure that all the preparations are made for the summer sun celebration, we can meet up and talk more about Starswirls theory on physical objects conversions to the fifth dimension" twilight finished saying before they both turned to him. "Hey Boris, what's up" they both chirped cheekily grinning at him. "Nothing just came over for some conversation" on the inside he was gaping in shock. They made idle conversation for a few minutes before the topic moved onto what Twilight was actually doing there. "Oh, the princess had me dropped off here for field research of different magical fields, I'll be picked up today, I had not planned for a place to stay so when I found here it was a relief" she said cheerily "by the way I don't believe I ever asked you what you are" Where she had got that notepad and quill, he would never know. "I am a species known as human" he said simply, a bit tired of answering the question. "Is that the scientific name?" She asked curiously "No that would be Homo Sapien, and before you ask we are omnivores" he said already knowing that it wouldn't shock them to much, they lived along side around twenty different sentient species, each with at least a few variations. Twilight simply nodded while Trixie looked uncomfortable but trusted you. "Do your species have any unclear defense mechanisms that are similar to magic" she asked still scribbling away at that notepad. This caused Boris to freeze upon a little, while the gol was to keep plasmids hidden from everyone he can, this would be a good way top avoid further confusion when he had to use them. Inwardly debating it he decided that it would probably be best if he did tell as to avoid any confusion. He turned to Twilight and nodded "yeah we have our own form of magic that we call plasmids, it allows us to send certain types of projectiles from our bodies while we have a number of passive abilities" as he said this he sent a look at Trixie telling her to just go with it. "Your own form of magic? Is it teachable? Can you show me? Can you-" "Sorry its species specific, only me and other members of my species can use it, sorry" he said with a faux apologetic look, he hoped non of these ponies ever came into contact with plasmids, it would destroy their innocence, world, and friendship. He was going to keep plasmid syringes as far from these ponies as possible. "Besides I think its time for you to go" Boris said peeking out the windows at the chariot that was landed, it was pulled by four identical ponies, each white with gold armor and a blue mane, three of them kept on staring straight ahead but one had unhooked himself and was walking towards the door. Twilight looked out the window at the approaching guard and nodded "yeah your probably right she muttered almost sadly. She walked up to Trixie and they nuzzled each other, Trixie handed a book to Twilight "The great and powerful Trixie expects you to be proficient in the illusions chapter one through twelve" Twilight held the book up reverently allowing Boris to glimpse the title. "The Great and Powerful guide to Illusions by The Great and Powerful Trixie" it read in large gold block letters against the light blue backdrop. "Trixie wrote it herself" she said proudly. Twilight thanked her profusely and trotted out the door with Spike in tow just before the guard knocked, as the chariot cleared the trees she called down goodbyes toeveryone. They watched until the chariot was out of sight. That night after both Trixie and Brew had already clocked out Boris was still up cleaning the place, there was a surprising amount of soot marks and scratches covering the floor from hat Boris assumed was the great battle between Twilight and Trixie. He had just finished and was walking to his room when he past the pinball machines and noticed they were out of power, "strange" he thought, "didn't i just power this a few days ago" regardless he hit both machines with and electrobolt. As they lit up Boris's eyes instinctively traveled to the leaderboard on the screen, when he saw the top scores he nearly fell over. TRI- 9999999 TWI-9999999 He had tried to hold on but it was to much, he fainted on the spot. Author's Note Sorry about the wait I had Midterms to worry about but here it is. Also I am going to be editing so don't expect a update until Monday maybe more. The search party (my attempt at a fight scene)It was a normal day at the B&B, Boris was at the counter cleaning glasses while Home Brew was in his room taking a nap. Trixie had left around five days ago and nothing of note had really happened since then. Boris had managed to finish an additional room stemming off the first floor the day before but that was it. As Boris finished his fifth glass there was a knock at the door and a company of seven ponies walked in. The two leading were both well groomed unicorns dressed in cloaks that looked to be made out of an expensive silk that were obscuring their cutie marks, both were colored a slate blue, one female and one male, the females mane was a dark blue with a white stripe while the males mane was rust red with a black stripe. Following behind the two was a company of five ponies consisting of two more unicorns both teenage colts, they walked with the same swagger as the leading two and bore resemblance to both, they wore no cloak and as such their cutie marks, the red one had what surprisingly looked like the euro symbol while the blue one had a dollar sign. Behind them were two thuggish looking pegasi contrasting the regal look of the unicorns, both seemed rather generic with nothing to note on their all navy blue bodies, their cutie marks were a crowbar and a lock pick. Finally stumbling behind in back was a single young earth pony which seemed to have been made the pack mule as he had a mountain of bags on his back, he was a dark brown with a light brown mane, his body was rather thin but lean, his cutie mark consisted of a bunch of grapes. The two unicorns froze for awhile when they caught sight of him but as their eyes drifted to his clothes and noted the fact that he was behind the counter they deduced that he was at least sentient and probably working there. Both walked up to the counter while pegasi stood there dumbly and the earth pony collapsed to the ground panting from exertion. The male cleared his throat and from the amount on condescension in their eyes Boris already knew that they thought Boris was below them. In a voice that reminded Boris of Sinclair back in rapture he started "excuse me sir, me and my comrades are looking for a young stallion that used to work for me and my sister, he stole something very valuable from us and all we wish is for it back and to turn the thief into the proper authorities ourselves" at this point Boris sure he didn't like this stallion, the whole time he was talking it was like he was looking down on Boris, it infuriated him, but if they were telling the truth and there was a thief on the lose it was his duty to help them. "What's this thief look like" he grunted with a slight frown on his face. "The scoundrel has a brown coat with a darker brown mane, his cutie mark will consist of a wooden mug with froth on top, he will likely go by the name Home Brew" he spat like the name was dirt on his tongue. At this point Boris was glaring none to subtlety, he has known Home Brew for loots a month now and he likes to think he knows the stallions, Home Brew doesn't have the guts to go trick or treating with out giving the candy back after, much less steal something valuable enough to warrant a search party, clearly these ponies wanted Home Brew for some less than nice reasons. But he needed to play it cool to give Home Brew time to get out so he didn't get hurt after he taught theses fellas a lesson in good old Rapture hospitality. Finally after a minute of thinking he shook his head and tried to appear neutral "I haven't seen anypony matching that description but let me head upstairs nod ask my guests if they've seen anything" the male nodded and trotted back to talk with his group while Boris steadily walked toward the stair case. When he made it to Brews room the pony was already opening the door before he even reached for the handle. "I didn't steal anything" Home Brew said simply with no stuttering and opened his mouth to say more before Boris cut him off. "I know" Boris replied quickly, speaking faster than he has in his entire life "but you need to get out of here for a bit, come back at noon and I'll take care of these guys" "And leave you to deal with this on your own, n-no way we c-c-can take em together, r-right" he said seeming to grow more nervous as he realized just what he was saying. Boris leveled a flat look at Home Brew before activating his incinerate plasmid, Home Brew grew a look of understanding and nodded, just as he was about to spring into action they heard a gasp coming from the door. They both turned to see the male unicorn standing there staring at Boris's flaming arm, then his eyes turned to Home Brew and his horn flashed and a bolt flew and hit Home Brew who slumped to the ground. The unicorn then called down the stairs to the rest of his group "Em we found him get up here and help me ca-" he started before Boris tackled him into the hallway. While he was dazed Boris twisted around and slammed Brews door shut, welding the lock shut with his still flaming hand ensuring that the door wouldn't be opened anytime soon. He then felt a force hit his back, a sudden feeling of heaviness over came him but he shook it off in moment, he turned around and saw the unicorn had her horn glowing and was staring at him in shock, "b-but that spell was strong enough to take down a dragon" he stuttered before being kicked down the stairs into the unicorns and pegasi who were rushing up it. Boris rushed down after them and while they were untangling themselves from the pile Boris cycled through his arsenal for a non-lethal solution, he found the two plasmids he was looking for before grinning. He turned on the advancing ponies who had untangled themselves and were looking quite angry. As one Pegasus charged him Boris delivered a devastating bug filled uppercut leaving the pony not only dazed but also harassed by a number of biting and stinging insects/arachnids. One of the younger unicorns charged him from behind horn not glowing but instead pointed at him revealing that it had been sharpened to a deadly point, he sidestepped grabbed the horn in a telekinesis charged grip and swung him around in a half circle slamming the young stallion into the older female who appeared to be charging a sickly green green spell that was interrupted by Boris's impromptu club. As the two flew back Boris quickly cycled swarm and froze the two with winter blast after which he was impacted from behind with surprising force, it caused him to fly back and hit the counter rattle into the glasses that Boris spent all day cleaning. Boris rolled over and saw that it was the second Pegasus with the crowbar cutie mark, thinking quickly he grabbed the two frozen unicorns with telekinesis and chucked them at the crowbar adorned pony, the three went flying out the still open door from the force. "And then there was two" he thought with a grimace rolling his left shoulder, the tackle had caused it to hit the edge of the counter rather hard. He and the two male unicorns were staring at each other, the two had hung back to observe the brawl and his abilities. Boris braced himself for another fight, prepared for this one to be tougher than before due to the fact that they knew (most of) his abilities. Instead they started doing what Boris thought was the dumbest thing he had ever seen, they were monologuing about why they were better than him and that he should give up. It was surprisingly irritating until one sentence gave him a pause. "-and that is why you should give up, you are nothing more than a bug under our hooves" the younger one went on before Boris started to grin, this gave him a pause before he nervously asked, eyeing Boris as he raise both his arms. "Bug huh" he chuckled, suddenly both his arms filled with holes, becoming the homes to multiple small beings. "Allow me to show you what bugs really look like" he finished before he raised his arms and unleashed the mother of all swarms, there were all manner of spiders, beetles and ants of all sizes and types, and finally wasps that sizes ranged the size of kiwi's to the normal brand. They all moved directly towards both unicorns who threw up separate shields which seemed to work before something that terrified them happened, the non-winged bugs started seemingly eating the magic before multiplying. The sheer amount of bugs eating at the shields caused both unicorns to soon run out of magic to maintain them, they both ran out the door with the pegasus that was taken out earlier hot on their tails. Boris stuck his head out the door to see that the car was speeding away leaving a dust cloud behind, for good measure and to make himself feel good Boris called out after them while waving a flame covered fist "and if you come back i wont be so nice". Feeling he did a good job he headed upstairs to check on Home Brew. As he headed up the stairs he rolled his shoulders, that hurt more than it should, he was going to have to start his workout routine again. When he got to the door he discovered it had been bashed open. Worried that one of them had snuck up and kid napped Home Brew while he wasn't open he busted in to discover Brew and the unknown earth pony he had forgot about were both sitting across from each other chatting like old friends. They stopped their conversation when he busted in, each turning to face him, seeing that Brew was fine with this unknown pony he rubbed his nose and sighed, plopping down on a nearby chair he turned to the two and said on word that would explain this entire fiasco. "Talk" Author's Note This is my first attempt at a fight scene, if you have any tips at all to make any future ones better please tell me. That canyon scene from Lion King with Bouncers instead of hyena'sHome Brew, Boris, and the new earth pony now known as Grape Vine sat on the couches in the living area, Boris wanted to know what in the name of Rapture had just happened and who he had kicked the shite out of. Boris looked at the earth ponies expectantly, both while incredibly nervous seemed reassured by each other's presence. Home Brew opened his mouth and closed his mouth a few times, seemingly contemplating where to start before he finally just decided to ask "W-what do you want to know first" he stuttered Boris closed his eyes contemplated for a second before he opened them again and turned to Home Brew and asked the first question that came to mind "Who are they?" "T-the two lead ones are co-leaders of a crime syndicate in Manehatten, their n-names are Em Bezzle and Rob Berry, the two younger unicorns are there cousins who are to take over the syndicate when they die, they never said their names, and finally the two pegasi are some thugs they hire frequently Pilferage and Thievery, they were the ones I was running from when you found me." "Why were you running from them" "Because they're slavers" interrupted Grape Vine "we all worked together to get out Home Brew, each year we chose one of the youngest to escape, this year it was Home Brew". "And why don't the ones who escape ever tell anyone" Boris questioned incredulously. "Everyone did at first before they started becoming "examples" of what would happen should we escape" Vine finished without elaborating on what the examples actually were but from the look on his face Boris could make his own conclusion. Boris sighed and ran his hands over his face, while he did go into Rapture willingly he did not follow the mainstream philosophy. Boris believed that no matter who, what, or where you were there was always a choice, it was just up to you to take it. Looking back up he could see that talking about this was extremely uncomfortable for the two ponies so he decided to wrap it up with two more questions. "And how did you two get pulled into that mess" he asked mouth set in a thin line. There were only two ways to go into slavery, you were captured. Grape Vine winced at the question while Brew simply closed his eyes while his ears folded back. "Th-they look for ponies on the street down on their luck, and from their they observe what each target is best at and capture them according to their current needs" Brew mumbled. Thinking the new information over Boris finally looked back up and asked his last question. "Will they be coming back" "Yes" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`````````~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Boris spent the rest of the day ringing the entire B&B up with everything he could, he had two turrets set up behind the counter ready to be rolled out, high up on the trees outside were around two dozen security cameras connected to around thirty sentry drones, and finally throughout the entire forest he had multiple tripwires set with a charge that would give any unlucky enough to walk through it a nasty shock. The only problem with the setup was that the firing mechanisms in all the automated defenses were affected by the teleport, the bullets came out at a pace that would only badly bruise at best. "which" Boris mused from behind the counter "is probably for the best" it wouldn't due for the authorities to come down on him for the murders of multiple ponies. The next day was quiet, so was the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that. It was near the end of the fifth day that something happened. Boris was patrolling the north side of the forest just a quarter mile from the building when he heard what sounded like a sting of surprisingly pg curses along with a large amount of laughter. Utilizing wrench lurker he crept up to them and hid behind some brush. Peeking out he saw what would have been intimidating if he was just a pony and not a paranoid veteran. In a small clearing he saw a group of around thirty ponies, about half of them were earth ponies while a third were pegasi, and finally making up the minority was a couple of unicorns. They were all laughing at a Pegasus hat was wrapped up in one of his trap wires, the pony was still struggling a surprising amount for somepony who had just been flash fried. Finally the laughter was called off when a voice in the crowd barked out a sharp order. The crowd parted to reveal none other then Em Bezzle and Rob Berry. They both started shouting orders at the group before Em turned around and cast a spell freezing the downed Pegasus. It seemed like they were about to get moving again, Boris grinned, time to start the fireworks. Boris slowly crept around the group until he and his traps were parallel of the group, he then cycled through his plasmids until he reached what used to be the decoy. Grinning to himself he focused a little until the outlines of three bouncer big daddies formed in front of him, a couple of seconds later the outlines were filled with color. With a final smirk he flicked his hand and all three suddenly started making terrifying roars whilst charging forward. Startled yelps and girlish shrieks filled the air as the group succumbed to herd mentality. They all flooded in a single direction, away from the illusory metal behemoths that had appeared so suddenly, which also happened to be toward the most heavily wooded and heavily boobytrapped part of the forest. Boris could already hear the whirl of security drones and the zaps of bodies running into live wires. When the clearing was empty of the last few stragglers Boris stood from the brush and dusted himself off. His eyes turned back to the forest line and with one last smile he was gone, nothing left but a poof of red smoke that dissipated shortly. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMAAAAAALLLLIIINNEEBBBREEEEEEAAAAAAAAKKK After Boris, Home Brew, and grapevine finished their dinner and the two ponies had gone off to their separate rooms Boris stepped outside. It dark enough that he had to light his fist with incinerate to see, he made his was to the shed and unlocked the door. Inside were two ponies that looked like they had gotten in a bare brawl with the god of thunder, their manes were singed to almost nothing and they now looked like a mismatch of their original colors with black, blue and the occasional bald spot where hair had been shocked off. Boris slid a bowl of vegetable stew to both of them, they responded by wrinkling their noses and staring at the food as if it was bug-filled mud. After a few seconds Boris stood to his full height and crossed his arms, the moon shine in through the window casting a shadow over his face. "Okay you two, here's the deal" he began in a cutting voice that scared even him. "I don't have the time or resources to deal with you and your little group personally, but eventually I will, so here's how it's gonna go, I'm gonna let you go and you're going to go back to your home, release all the slaves you can, pay compensation, and finally turn yourselves into the cops" he could see the sneer on both their faces grow even through their fear, they were not planning on doing that. "But lets just say you don't do that, lets say I let you go tonight and you hypothetically just go about what your doing with me none the wiser. Well let me answer that hypothesis, I will come to Manehatten in a couple of months, and I will find you. And if I find you anywhere but behind bars I guess I'm gonna start applying measures to assure you two that I am most definitely serious, and that I'm not afraid to use more permanent measures to remove problems" At this point he was slowly moving forward, flames from the still active incinerate wreathing his arms and casting a ghostly light over the small shed. Both of the unicorns were pale and shaking now, staring at him with wide frightened eyes. Suddenly the flames cut out and the cabin was filled with a deceptively friendly light. "But that's not gonna happen is it, because you two aren't going to lie to me, right?" They both shook their heads so fast they looked cartoonish. "Well now that that's settled you two can head on out, let all hope never to see each other again" he said as he opened the door and left, leaving it ajar "close the door on the way out would you" {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+£€£€£€£€£€£¥¥¥¥¥¥¥€£ That night Boris laid on his back staring at the ceiling thinking about the days events. He finally came to conclusion as he rolled over on to his side and closed his eyes. Today was a good day. Author's Note So yeah this chapter didn't go exactly as planned, I had a writers block for awhile because I was planning on Home Brews backstory taking the whole chapter. It still could be a chapter depending on how many ask for it. Another thing is yeah this chapter probably has a lot of writing mistakes, I plan on fixing them soon, other than that, enjoy (hopefully)
Prologue: Rapture's first escapeeBoris Uspekhom was not a skittish man, he never was. During the war he had seen things that no man was meant to see, children with nothing but skin on their bones, grown men to weak to stand, bodies carelessly left in piles like dirty clothing. Yet through all this Boris stood strong, kept his nerves steeled, if not for him then for his comrades and the men, women, and children they rescued from concentration camps. Though after the war, what he had seen, it was wearing on him, all he wanted was to get away from all those memories, all the death and sadness. So he did, he followed his grandmothers advice. "You're a great listener, and a great talker, Boris, those are the prominent things about you, you would make a great business owner, open a bar or better yet, be like me open a bed & breakfast, you wouldn't go hungry" she had said. He had put no stock into her advice until now, after she had already died fighting off a robber. At one point a man named Andrew Ryan approached him, said he wanted him to be one of the first members of a project of his. He agreed on the condition that he could open his bed and breakfast in this "city of the great" and for a certain amount of time it was all that he dreamed of and more. He was meeting new and interesting people, seeing humans bending the elements like gods, hearing stories from all across the world and watching injuries that would permanently cripple a man being healed in instants. It was too good to last. Reports of it started few and far in between, people doing insane things for Adam, stealing from family, selling all they own, and the stupidest of all, attacking the little sisters. But gradually the reports escalated, the city was starting to go insane, and eventually there were only a few truly safe strongholds left, the rest overrun by the insane. Even he had had his B&B ransacked for everything it had. Boris was one of the few who were unaffected by this addiction and strong enough to fight off the ones who weren't. This made him the ideal candidate for the experiment. A new version of the teleport plasmid, one that would be strong enough to get the out of Rapture completely. Boris had volunteered, even though he was fully aware of what might happen to him, he had seen the previous tests, people who had left arms or legs behind, body parts simply blinking out of existence, one test subject had even teleported the entire contents of the brewery they were hiding in before he himself seemingly suffered sudden compression, it looked like that one video of a tin can thrown into space, not pretty. But as stated before Boris was not a skittish man, and he was also not afraid of death, he had seen to much to really think death is the worse that can happen. The scientists herded him onto a metal table and scurried around some more, they seemed pretty confident in this version. Finally one of the scientists, a short, bearded man wearing a tattered lab coat, walked up to him, his hair reminded Boris of a porcupine. He handed him a paper. It was, in fact a waiver "if we do get out and your missing a limb it's not our fault" the porcupine had said with a sneer. The paper was skimmed over quickly, "The scientists and engineers of the Teleport v6 plasmid are not responsible for any of the following ailments or injuries: cancer, heart conditions, atomization, lose of limbs, lost of internal organs, lose of skin, death, and/or dimensional displacement. Boris signed the paper quickly, he wanted to get this over with. Finally one of the scientists approached him and motioned for him to lie down on the table. Normally they would have also have him strip down and dress him in a gown of some sort but all materials like that went to better means. They strapped him in with thick leather straps and gave him a plastic bite stick, the porcupine approached with a bottle attached to a thick needle, he had never understood why the plasmid needles had to be so large, ever since the first one he received, telekinesis, he had always despised them despite the advantage they gave. Just as he was going to inject the plasmid a large crash echoed through the room causing the porcupine to almost drop the bottle, a voice was heard through the door "Splicer! They found-" whoever the speaker was got cut off by the sound of a machine gun firing and the security bots flying in. "Careful!" scolded a scientist nearby, scowling at the porcupine, "I will not have all our hard work for nothing" he hissed. The porcupine seemed incredibly embarrassed, clutching the plasmid like it was his lifeline. "Well, don't lollygag, inject it now, before the splicers get in" the same scientist ordered. The porcupine did just that and immediately stuck the needle into Boris's arm with more force than needed. But that did not matter as the pain Boris was feeling eclipsed that small sting one million fold. It felt like someone was forcing sand through his veins while simultaneously shoving an electrified needle in his ears like his brain was the thanksgiving turkey of an insane surgeon. It honestly dwarfed all other pains he had felt in his life. A few more minutes in he started to feel almost numb but not, like they were not just devoid of pain, but devoid of everything, it started from his toes and fingers and slowly creeping upward, he then heard a panicked shout. Through extreme effort he moved his eyes to gaze at his arm and lethargically realized that, oh his arm was disappearing. Normally anyone in his position would shout, but to him the numbing feeling this disappearance was causing was sweet relief compared to the pain the still visible parts were in. At one point he belatedly realized he was just a he was just a head, and as the darkness showed itself creeping in on the corners of his vision, he welcomed it. __________________pages________________sucks________________on______I-pad____ When he regained consciousness the first thing he realized was that he was either in Arcadia, dead, or it worked and he was outside, because there was a canopy of leafs above him. The second thing he realized was that he had all of his body parts or could at least feel all of them. The final thing he realized was that he actually felt pretty good, like he had just had a large meal, slept, and woke up with full Eve. As Boris sat up he scanned his surroundings, he was in a small clearing with trees, trees, boulder, bush, large multi-headed reptile, more tre- wait what. Standing just outside of the clearing and stomping forward, Boris thought it would be in the best interest of both parties to utilize his gene tonic, natural camouflage, and simply fade into the background for a bit, no need for unnecessary conflict. As the creature stomped by Boris only had one thought, he made it. Author's Note This is my first story with only some proofreading, please stay open to the idea and offer constructive criticism.
First customer and a workerHe was out, he made it out. He had to sit down for a second, weakly he stumbled over to a tree and collapsed. He was out of Rapture, no more suicides, no more of that hell. He spent a few more minutes just sitting and thinking when he realized that while he was out of Rapture he was probably not on earth, because unless scientists had started genetically modifying, well, everything, he shouldn't be seeing lizards that looked like hydra's or winged horses flying in the sky with what looked like mail bag. "Well" he thought, "I've seen humans shoot lightning out of their hands and ghosts wander the halls in Rapture, mythological beings, why not" And with that he stood up and decided it would be best to get out of the forest. He walked without interruption for a while until he found another clearing, and surprisingly, at the other end was what looked to be metal sticking out of a group of bushes. Boris rushed forward thinking there would be something to use as a club or shank. What he found was much better, behind the bushes was looked like a neighborhood worth of different nicknacks, there was a whole array of guns, a ton of metal scraps, a couple of power tools, a few pieces of furniture, what looked like a whole towns worth of cloth, and finally that brewery that got teleported. "Oh" Boris realized "it was all the things that were accidentally teleported during the testing." "Ok, I can work with this" Boris thought with determination. Just because he was out of Rapture did not mean he was going to give up his B&B, and about finding civilization, well who needs society anyway. And with that he got to work. One Four Day Epic Montage Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After Boris used telekinesis to move the sign into place he stepped back and admired his the finished product, he had built a reasonably good building and home, and with plasmids to help, it was all the more stable. He had made a rather large first floor with one bedroom for him, a back room with some cooking equipment, and a large main room with a living area filled with some couches and a nice armchair, with a bar sort of thing off to the side for eating and checking people in, he had also dug a small cellar for multi purpose and a second floor with three more bedrooms and a bathroom which really was just a metal tub with bucket near a manual pump and a mirror. Each bedroom was equipped with a bed, mattress (stuffed with hay), sheets, a blanket, one pillow (also stuffed with hay) and a dresser. Morning meals would likely consist of whatever he had that specific day, surprisingly he had also got the brewery equipment set up in the back room (going of what he remembered it looked like) but had no idea how to work it. But perhaps the best part of the day was when he got some wild hens into the henhouse thing he had created, Boris is having omelette's. He also had a small garden set up out back with some peppers and other vegetation growing. One thing that had greatly confused Boris was that throughout all of this he was using plasmids practically non-stop and he still felt zero EVE drain. At least halfway through the first day he should have been completely dry, but he was still rearing and ready to go, but if there was another thing his grandmother had taught him was not to look a gift horse in the mouth. A few days after the creation of "Boris's B&B: All are Welcome" he was working in the garden when he heard the sound of trees crashing nearby, nervous he charged up a swarm ready to chase of any wild life. Suddenly a few trees got utterly brutalized by a glowing floating cart with two broken wheels, a blue unicorn wearing a cloak stepped out of the trees beside the cart with her horn alight with the same glow. He quickly got rid of the plasmid realizing this might be a customer, why was he not freaking out, he has seen angry ghosts, dudes in diver suits brutalize people and little girls sticking needles in dead bodies while giggling, it would literally take a pink demon appearing, letting loose a banshee shriek, and disappearing to startle him. The unicorn scanned the clearing until she got to him, her eyes flicked to the sign and back to him, finally she sighed and seemingly steeling herself she took a few more steps toward him, cart following. "You, creature, the Great and Powerful Trixie demands a room, go and get this Boris so he may tell Trixie where to put her cart" Boris was not really affected by the insult, he'd been called worst, "I am Boris" he grunted, standing to his full height and brushing himself off, "how many days do you need, I accept any payment methods except credit" this knocked Trixie of balance for a second before she recovered, "Trixie would like to pay on a night by night basis until she fixes her cart wheels and finds a road, she will pay five bits a night, is this adequate" she questioned loudly. Boris nodded, not really knowing what a bit was or what it was worth, "lay down the cart down there and then come inside" he said while pointing to a patch of grass near the building, he then walked inside and waited behind the counter. A few minutes later Trixie walked in with a saddle bag and her cloak still on, she walked up to the counter and levitated five gold coins out of her saddle bag and onto the counter, Boris's eyes widened slightly at the gold but nevertheless he took the coins and slid over a key with a one on it, "up the stairs and first door on your left, bathrooms end of the hall" he said in a neutral tone. Trixie walked up the stairs, stayed there a few minutes and then came back down with a book levitating beside her, "do you serve dinner as well, Trixie can pay" she said, Boris checked his stock and he did indeed have enough to spare, procuring a wooden bowl and spoon he left to the back room and came out with a bowl of maple oat meal, he slid it across the counter to her, "on the house" he said when he saw her horn lighting up, " your my first customer" he explained Trixie took this in stride taking the bowl and spoon with a small "thank you" as she ate they both made some awkward conversation with him learning she's a traveling magician and her learning that he's a human. When she was finished she went to the couches with a book and read for a bit, eventually she turned in and a hour later Boris did as well. Three days later<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Over the last few days that it took to fix the cart Boris had actually become friends with Trixie, he had learned that she came from a small but proud family of earth ponies and had been put down from the start by her parents who wanted a earth pony boy, she had set out at the age of seven to prove them wrong, to prove that she could be a great one way or another. She had gained a apprenticeship under another traveling magician who had not only taught her but became more of a father to her than her real one, he had allowed her to take his last name Lullamoon, she has also told him about her travels. She in turn had learned about Boris's aspiration to own a B&B to live up to his grandmother, she also learned about Rapture but that was by accident. Early morning on the second day there was a problem in the form of a hydra trying to eat Trixie's cart, she was still sleeping. Just as he was chasing it off using swarm and winter blast Trixie stepped out the front door and stared wide eyed a Boris firing ice and insects at a hydra. This made for a very interesting explanation, she was left wide eyed at the explanation of plasmids and tonics, and she was also terrified at the idea of Rapture and splicers. When the time came for Trixie to leave she had left a small blue dot on the front lawn, claiming it was a sort of magical beacon that she could use to find the building again, she swore to come back at one point with more stories. They exchanged goodbyes and off she went, he would miss her company. One week AT (after Trixie)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ One week after Trixie left Boris was getting annoyed, someone was hiding in the back room and he was done with hearing noises at night, at midnight he snuck down with a winter blast charged and moved into the back room, he spotted a figure opening cabinets. He moved slowly but surely towards it. When he was about to fire his foot hit a loose board, the figure shot up and made a break for it, Boris was quicker though and fired on the figure, hitting it. Another strange side effect of this world was that his ice worked indefinitely, it kept the target frozen in time right there until he unfroze them. Deciding to keep them there until morning Boris headed upstairs and went to sleep. That morning he went back down, ate breakfast and fixed a second bowl for the thief. He went to the back room, locked the door behind him and then took a good look at his prisoner. He was a brown barely teenager earth pony with a darker brown mane, his cutie mark was a wooden mug with froth coming out he had saddlebags filled with some apples and other foods. He was frozen in a running position with wide eyes, his ribs were showing and his mane was filled with twigs, he generally looked like a runaway who had small and far in between meals. Making sure the door was locked he unfroze the pony, who immediately starting cowering before the unknown creature. Boris simply sat down on one of the spare chairs and slid over a bowl of oatmeal before simply leaning back and watching. The earth pony was incredibly nervous, staring at the bowl while his stomach growled, eventually hunger won with him inching forward and eating. Finally Boris spoke "so what's your name?" he asked the earth pony looked back up from the half eaten bowl, "H-home Brew si-sir" he stuttered "the names Boris, what are you doing out here Home Brew, and more importantly why are you stealing from me." The Earth Pony looked ashamed for a second for a second before telling Boris that he had run away from home but didn't elaborate. This made Boris contemplative, he had seen runaways before on earth, he didn't want to see any here, as he was thinking his eyes drifted over to the brewery equipment and then back to the ponies cutie mark. He had heard from Trixie that the mark represented their special talent. Finally he nodded over to the equipment that was set up and said "can you work that" Home Brew's eyes scanned the equipment with surprising intensity. He turned back to Boris and nodded nervously, Boris got up opened a drawer and pulled out a key with a two on it, he tossed it to the earth pony, "you got a job, help around the place and work the brewery equipment and You get room two and free meals" Home Brew was stunned for a second before a small grin broke out on his face. "Y-you got it boss" before following Boris out. "You got two days to get situated here before I give you chores, tell me what you need for the brewery and I'll see if I can get it" Boris went behind the counter and gestured to the stairs "rooms up there" At the foot of the stair Home Brew turned and nervously cleared his throat, "h-hey boss what are you" Boris simply grunted "human" without turning around "o-oh, okay" and with that Home Brew headed up. Boris was pleased with himself, he had got a worker to not only help around but also one who knew how to work the brewery. Author's Note I haven't edited anything with this chapter yet but I plan to. A fun fact is that I kept extending the epic montage as I wrote what Boris did.
The cutie Mark CrusadersBoris was curious, he had decided to test out all his plasmids and see if there was any other differences to the effects. While he was not disappointed the effects were strange. Winter blast and Incinerate were pretty much the same, although both were significantly stronger, while telekinesis seemed a lot more dexterous and precise. Electro-bolt was now more controllable to the point where he could metaphorically thread it through the eye of a needle. Insect swarm Seemed to produce less wasp's but it now seemed more diverse, he had beetles, wasps, and surprisingly arachnids, which made no sense, but neither did this world. One of the biggest changes had to be Decoy, which really wasn't Decoy anymore, it was more of an "Illusion" now because he could now change it into what ever he imagined, he had already scared multiple creatures (and Home Brew) with fake Bouncers charging. But what had to be the most curious thing was that the teleport plasmid that brought him here was now acting just like a normal teleport plasmid, it allowed him to teleport anywhere in his line of sight but that was it, there was no dimensional disappearing acts happening any time soon (hopefully). Another thing he had decided to do was fix up the old Circus of Values that he had found in the scrap pile, he had removed the disturbing picture, replaced it with a sign that had what was currently in stock, and then put it next to the door. He had Home Brew in charge of keeping it filled, it was currently filled with some bottles of beer (courtesy of Home Brew), and some trail mix, they were planning on adding more later. Currently Boris was gathering lumber for a extension to the building, they needed a new storage room as the back room was filling up quickly, Boris was just walking back with some more logs when he heard a thrumming sound, he looked up and saw a rocket shaped object flying through the air. Suddenly the object made a loud pop, and it started smoking. Suddenly the thrumming cut out all together and the object dropped like a stone and made a comical mushroom cloud appear nearby. Deciding to check the wreckage Boris dropped the lumber and jogged over, what he saw was not what he was expecting, there were three small fillies covered in soot on top of what looked like a broken ACME rocket. They were all talking while they shook the soot off. "-and that was our last rocket" said the unicorn. "Sweetie ah think we should try something else, we didn't get our cutie mark for rocket building, rocket riding, or rocket crashing, we should gone for our necromancy cutie marks like I suggested" responded the earth pony. Finally the pegasus decided to take the place of the dreaded voice of reason. "Girls instead of sitting here talking how about we try to find out WHERE THE BUCK WE LANDED!!!" "Ok Scoots" they both chirped. Finally Boris decided to reveal himself, he exited the bushes and walked a few feet before stopping when three heads whipped towards the noise. The three fillies froze before they started whispering to each other. "Don't move, he can't see us if we don't move" "What do you think ahm doing" "Girls doesn't this only work in stories" Finally Boris decided to stop this conversation before it got too crazy. "You three alright, saw you crash" They all went wide eyed before simultaneously yelling "It can talk!!" "Yes he can, thank you for asking" The three seemed stunned for a second before turning sheepish, each of them muttering a apology. They seemed to work up some courage before they started firing questions with the speed of a machine gun. "Hey mister what are you?" "Where did you come from?" "What's your name?" "Where are we?" "Are you gonna eat us?" "Wha-" They went silent after Boris raised a hand, the other massaging his temples. "Look, how about you three come to my Bed & Breakfast and we'll answer each other's questions" The orange nods and starts walking forward before the other two grabbed her and tugged her back. "Scootaloo wait, remember what Rarity and Applejack told us, stranger danger, Scoots, stranger danger" whispered the white one while the one with the bow nodded along. "This is not going to work" Boris thought. "My names Boris, what's yours" Boris asked with what he hoped was a smile. Suddenly the three turned towards him with matching grins. "I'm Applebloom" cheered the one with the bow "I'm Scootaloo" yelled the orange one "and I'm Sweetie Bell" exclaimed the one with the pink and purple mane "AND TOGETHER WERE THE CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS" they all yelled as they jumped dramatically. "Well now were not strangers anymore are we" he said not believing it would work. "Ok" they all chirped. Boris resisted the urge to face palm and led them back. One hour later in the B&B~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "And that's how we ended up here" Sweetie Bell said as the crusaders and Boris plus Home Brew finished supper. Boris and Home Brew looked slightly incredulous. "A-aren't you worried about how your sisters are going to find you" asked Home Brew "Nah, miss Rarity puts a tracker spell on us sometimes before we go crusading" said Applebloom between bites "said it was for our safety or something" "A-ah" "You kids can stay here until they come, it's pretty late though, it best you get some sleep, if your sisters are as determined as you say they are they should be here by tomorrow" Boris said as handed them a room key "you can have room one, we'll see what happens in the morning" "Thanks mister Boris" Sweetie Bell said as she took the room key in her telekinetic grip and trotted to the stairs, the other two sluggishly following. "You turn in too Brew, I got it from here" Boris said to the exhausted earth pony, Home Brew had worked all day fixing a problem in the brewery, it had taken all day and he hadn't had lunch, so he was absolutely dead on his hooves. Home Brew nodded sleepily before stumbling away. "Well" Boris thought as he finished the rest of the dishes "lets see what tomorrow brings" Next Day_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- The next morning came way to fast in Boris's eyes, although that might have something to do with the fact that he was awoken by the cry of "CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS!!! BREAKFAST MAKERS" but that's unlikely. He had tried to get some more sleep, unwilling to deal with anything right now, he had just lay there for about thirty minutes until one of the explosions shook the very foundations of the house, after that he decided it would be best for some adult supervision. With Home Brew~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Home Brew first chore of the day usually had him up early even though it was unnecessary, he was to go into the garden early morning and make sure no animal was trying to break into the fence either through it or under it and if so patch the hole. Today was different though, today he heard voices coming from the forest. He decided to approach in case they were lost, as he approached to voices started to become clearer, there were three of them and they were clearly female. What they were saying was becoming clearer as Home Brew got closer. "Come on Rarity just use that horn of yours and tell us where they are, the crusaders could be eaten by now" a tomboyish voice demanded, clearly irritated with her lack of success in finding said ponies. "Ah would calm down if I were you Dash, she already said this is the most accurate she could get it, there in this area we just gotta look, plus those fillies are tough, no monsters eating them" another voice drawled Finally Home Brew was finally close enough to see the ponies, there were three mares, a cyan Pegasus with a rainbow mane, a white unicorn with what looked like a perfectly groomed mane, and a-a, angel. Home Brew was star struck, she was beautiful, her orange fur, with her Stetson and her blond mane tied up, her eyes determined, yet soft, she was like a goddess. It was official, Home Brew had fallen in love with this magnificent creature. Suddenly they seemed to notice him, the Rainbow one flew right up to him and got in his face. "Hey you, have you seen three fillies by the names of Scootaloo, Applebloom, and Sweetie Bell" she demanded aggressively. This startled him out of his stupor. "D-do they call t-themselves the c-cutie mark c-crusaders" he stuttered, more nervous than usual. "Why yes, have you seen them" said the white one before the cyan pegasus cut in again "They better be alright punk" "T-there just f-fine, boss f-found them after they c-crashed in the forest, he let them stay in his B&B until there s-sisters come, t-that's you girls r-right." This one scared Home Brew. "Well then partner you best just lead on so we can get the girls and ah can personally thank your boss." Home Brew had to keep himself from staring, she was so beautiful. He proceeded to stumble away with a stupid smile on his face, the three mares following. With Boris()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() While that happened Boris and the crusaders had just finished a breakfast of pancakes, which were the finished product of the mess in the kitchen, it was surprisingly good. Boris was having a second helping while the Crusaders lie on couches talking about their accomplishment "-and again why didn't you girls let me do any actual cooking, you stuck me to just bringing stuff over" said Sweetie Bell, slightly irritated. "Because you suck at cooking sweetie, remember when we tried to make Big Mac that birthday Breakfast, he had have his stomach pumped" Applebloom responded with a deadpan tone. Scootaloo was taking a nap beside the other two, she had been up a bit late, insisting to the other two that Rainbow Dash would be here in "ten seconds flat" as she put it even though she was up for an extra two hours. As Boris was finishing his last pancake the front door opened and he turned his head and started saying "hey Brew any holes in the fe-" he cut himself off when he saw that there was three mares with Home Brew. "H-hey boss I found their sisters" Suddenly there were three fillies attached the mares, one of which was impersonating a face hugger. "Applejack" "Rarity" "Rainbow Dash" Applebloom and Rarity received hugs from their sisters while Scootaloo and Rainbow dash crashed to the ground into a pile of giggling pegasi, it was honestly a heartwarming sight. Boris swore that if he wasn't spliced up he would have gotten diabetes from the sight. Suddenly the older mares started scolding the fillies "Applebloom do you have any idea how worried ah was, and when mac discovered your empty bed he nearly had a heart attack" "Sweetie that was very unladylike behavior, I am very disappointed in you" "That was awesome, you girls should have told me, I would have come" Rainbow Dash was met with the glares of the other two, clearly disapproving of her attitude. "O-oh, uhh, I mean, that was a very not awesome thing you did Scoots" she said although she gave a wink to the fillies." "So where's this Boris fella, ah want to thank him personally" said Applejack Boris decided now was a good time to make himself known, he rapped his knuckles against the hardwood counter, all the heads in the room sans Home Brew snapped to him. "That would be me" he said staying where he was. "A-ah, oh, well thank you mister Boris for taking care of the crusaders, ah I know they can be a hoovefull and I hope they didn't cause to much trouble for ya" Applejack responded apprehensively. "They were fine, they even helped make breakfast, really sweet girls" Boris said truthfully, because they had really been no trouble. "Still what Applejack said, thanks a ton dude" said Rainbow Dash "Girls, where see our manners, we have yet to introduce ourselves, hello good sir, I am Rarity, a pleasure" said the white one with a prim tone. "Sup dude the names Rainbow Dash, the fastest in equestria" the rainbow one said cockily. "And ah am Applejack, nice to meet you" the one with the stetson said. "Names Boris, and before you ask, I am a human" Boris said deciding to get that question out of the way. There was a long silence, it made things incredibly awkward, suddenly the white on asked if they could stay the night. "We couldn't possibly get back to ponyville before nightfall at this time" she said primly. Boris nodded in agreement, it worked out as well since he had recently fitted room three with another bed. "Its five bits a room, you can have room two and three, room three has two beds but I'll leave the arrangements to you" he said, grabbing the room keys. She nodded and levitated ten bits onto the counter and grabbed the keys. "Come girls, I must fix my hair, this trek was a absolutely dreadful" she said as she headed for the stairs, the rest following, although Rainbow dash was muttering grumpily that she could make it back to Ponyville in ten seconds flat. The next morning<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> The next morning consisted of witching stories on what had happened, breakfast (which consisted of lots of apples courtesy of Applejack) some preparations, and finally some surprisingly teary goodbyes (mostly Rarity being over dramatic) and some blushes (Home Brew after Applejack hugged him). Boris was looking forward to his next customer, they always seemed to bring the best stories, and he finally figured out a name for the beer that Brew made, Rapture. Author's Note After chapter 4 I am going to go over all the chapters with some major editing, mostly grammar.
TRI-9999999 TWI-9999999Another two week after those mares left the B&B (the first week consisted of Home Brew being depressed that Applejack left) was relatively quiet, well not exactly as Boris had managed to set up a jukebox that worked for free (he wasn't going to make them pay for music) and he had also found three old video game cabinets (he had heard from Brew that they did have these), two pinball games and a Galaga cabinet (apparently electro bolt could power things for days at a time, weird). The two of them had spent around three days having a competition seeing who could have the highest score, which had surprisingly ended with Home Brew in first on pinball while Boris was, actually really bad, but still in second, in Galaga Boris was holding the lead barely, but it was probably going to be lost by tomorrow. The day had barely started when they heard a knock on the still locked door, Brew was the upstairs rooms while Boris was cleaning glasses still dirty from the crusaders "crusade" in the kitchen, they were still scraping of dough off the ceiling. As Boris was about to reach the door a voice was heard. "The great and powerful Trixie demands entry, she has need of a room" a haughty voice sounded from the other side. Boris nearly grinned, not only was it an end to his boredom, but it was a friend and his first customer. He threw open the door with a grin and swept Trixie into a hug, lifting her into the air and earning a squeak from her. "Trixie demands you put her down, now, no, no, do not squeeze the Trixie " she squeaked. Finally Boris put Trixie down, she looked flustered as she fixed her hat and cloak. "Trixie would like a room Boris, she will be staying for a week on a vacation of sorts" she said uncomfortably, "Trixie's doctor says she's been to stressed, demanded she take a vacation, lie Trixie's says, but doctors orders". "You haven't met my worker yet, he arrived just after you left. Hey Brew get out here!" Boris said as he lead Trixie back to the counter, he grabbed the key and handed it to her. "You have a worker now, does he know about, well, you know, the thing" she said apprehensively. Boris nodded " yeah I told him a day after I hired him, figured it would be good idea instead of hiding it" At that moment Brew came out from the back room, he was a mess, his mane unkempt, coat covered in splotches of oil, and the amount of baggage under his eyes would make a soccer mom proud. "The problem with the bottles is fixed, took a all night but it's ok" he then cut himself off with a yawn, "hey Boris do you mind if I turn in early, I'm kind of tired". "Knock yourself out, literally, you look terrible, head on up and get some sleep" Boris said with a frown. "Ok" Home Brew yawned as he stumbled around blindly. The two turned away from him and simply sat on the couches for awhile catching up. Eventually Trixie spotted the cabinets. "You have arcade games, which ones" Trixie asked with surprising animation. "Galaga and two pinball machines, why" Boris answered confused. "Because I will have you know that Trixie is the worlds best pinball player, she will crush mere mortals like you" Trixie declared with certainty. "Them's fightin words" Boris said with narrowed eyes. Ten minutes later/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ Boris was sad, very sad, he had bet seven free nights to Trixie if she could beat the high score in pinaball. She had not just beaten it, she had crushed it with the fury of one thousand suns, and now he has to let her stay for free for her entire vacation. Trixie was also insufferably smug about it, declaring herself the queen. Boris sulked behind the counter while Trixie want upstairs to get settled. At that moment another knock came at the door, though it was rather late. "Come in" Boris called, to lazy to get the door. The door was opened slowly and a purple unicorn peeked in, seeing Boris she did a double take (just like every other pony) before seeing that he was staring at her expectantly, she blushed before walking in completely, this allowed Boris to see that on her back was a small sleeping dragon. She trotted out to the counter before whispering to him as to not wake the dragon up. "Do you have any rooms open" Boris nodded and slid over a key with a three on it, he then held up five fingers, she nodded in understanding and placed five bits on the counter. She headed up the stairs. A few minutes later Trixie came down and ate some dinner with Boris, they talked for a bit, where she had been, what had happened since she left, she then went upstairs as well. Boris figured now would be the time that he should turn as well, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen tomorrow, he shook it off as just a bad bit off food. Morning(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>)(<>) When Boris woke up that morning it was to arguing, he came out to see Trixie and the purple mare yelling at each other in what sounded like another language, meaning it was probably magic theory. He walked out and stood near the counter with the small dragon from yesterday wondering if he should stop them, just as he was about to cut in the dragon stopped him. "Bro, it ain't worth it, you be mauled if you try to get between those two, I've been with twilight long enough to know that" he said with a young voice. Boris reviewed the situation again and nodded, he was probably right. Boris walked behind the counter and asked the dragon ("call me spike") if he wanted breakfast, he nodded. They ate and the two mares still showed no sign of stopping, finally he finished and went outside to do some work. When he came back for lunch he found the two mares playing away at the pinball machines, the amount of intensity they were focusing was like a surgeon, whenever they lost it was at the exact same time, they would both look at each other's scores, see it was tied exactly, and start again. He asked spike what was happening he told him that they ended up having a contest after Trixie challenged Twilight. Boris stared at the two, at least they weren't yelling anymore. He ate his lunch while spike munched on some gems he got from his bag, they both sat and watched the show, eventually Boris had to head out again, he was adding a three room extension out back. That afternoon Boris stopped at the front door and steeled himself, he was either going to see the two still on the pinball machines or yelling, and since he couldn't hear anything he was going to assume the pinball machines were running. He opened the door and stepped in, to the twilight zone, the two were sitting together on the couches chatting calmly with smiles on their faces, like they were the best of friends. It was incredibly frightening, he walked up to spike who was sitting at the counter not moving. "What happened" he whispered to the dragon Said dragon turned to him revealing his face was frozen in expression of terror, "don't ask things you don't want to know man, it's just not worth it" wordlessly spike turned back to stare at the comic book in front of him. Finally he decided to ask the two mares, he walked towards them just able to catch snippets of their conversation. "-nd you should really head to ponyville in a month, the princess is sending me there to make sure that all the preparations are made for the summer sun celebration, we can meet up and talk more about Starswirls theory on physical objects conversions to the fifth dimension" twilight finished saying before they both turned to him. "Hey Boris, what's up" they both chirped cheekily grinning at him. "Nothing just came over for some conversation" on the inside he was gaping in shock. They made idle conversation for a few minutes before the topic moved onto what Twilight was actually doing there. "Oh, the princess had me dropped off here for field research of different magical fields, I'll be picked up today, I had not planned for a place to stay so when I found here it was a relief" she said cheerily "by the way I don't believe I ever asked you what you are" Where she had got that notepad and quill, he would never know. "I am a species known as human" he said simply, a bit tired of answering the question. "Is that the scientific name?" She asked curiously "No that would be Homo Sapien, and before you ask we are omnivores" he said already knowing that it wouldn't shock them to much, they lived along side around twenty different sentient species, each with at least a few variations. Twilight simply nodded while Trixie looked uncomfortable but trusted you. "Do your species have any unclear defense mechanisms that are similar to magic" she asked still scribbling away at that notepad. This caused Boris to freeze upon a little, while the gol was to keep plasmids hidden from everyone he can, this would be a good way top avoid further confusion when he had to use them. Inwardly debating it he decided that it would probably be best if he did tell as to avoid any confusion. He turned to Twilight and nodded "yeah we have our own form of magic that we call plasmids, it allows us to send certain types of projectiles from our bodies while we have a number of passive abilities" as he said this he sent a look at Trixie telling her to just go with it. "Your own form of magic? Is it teachable? Can you show me? Can you-" "Sorry its species specific, only me and other members of my species can use it, sorry" he said with a faux apologetic look, he hoped non of these ponies ever came into contact with plasmids, it would destroy their innocence, world, and friendship. He was going to keep plasmid syringes as far from these ponies as possible. "Besides I think its time for you to go" Boris said peeking out the windows at the chariot that was landed, it was pulled by four identical ponies, each white with gold armor and a blue mane, three of them kept on staring straight ahead but one had unhooked himself and was walking towards the door. Twilight looked out the window at the approaching guard and nodded "yeah your probably right she muttered almost sadly. She walked up to Trixie and they nuzzled each other, Trixie handed a book to Twilight "The great and powerful Trixie expects you to be proficient in the illusions chapter one through twelve" Twilight held the book up reverently allowing Boris to glimpse the title. "The Great and Powerful guide to Illusions by The Great and Powerful Trixie" it read in large gold block letters against the light blue backdrop. "Trixie wrote it herself" she said proudly. Twilight thanked her profusely and trotted out the door with Spike in tow just before the guard knocked, as the chariot cleared the trees she called down goodbyes toeveryone. They watched until the chariot was out of sight. That night after both Trixie and Brew had already clocked out Boris was still up cleaning the place, there was a surprising amount of soot marks and scratches covering the floor from hat Boris assumed was the great battle between Twilight and Trixie. He had just finished and was walking to his room when he past the pinball machines and noticed they were out of power, "strange" he thought, "didn't i just power this a few days ago" regardless he hit both machines with and electrobolt. As they lit up Boris's eyes instinctively traveled to the leaderboard on the screen, when he saw the top scores he nearly fell over. TRI- 9999999 TWI-9999999 He had tried to hold on but it was to much, he fainted on the spot. Author's Note Sorry about the wait I had Midterms to worry about but here it is. Also I am going to be editing so don't expect a update until Monday maybe more.
The search party (my attempt at a fight scene)It was a normal day at the B&B, Boris was at the counter cleaning glasses while Home Brew was in his room taking a nap. Trixie had left around five days ago and nothing of note had really happened since then. Boris had managed to finish an additional room stemming off the first floor the day before but that was it. As Boris finished his fifth glass there was a knock at the door and a company of seven ponies walked in. The two leading were both well groomed unicorns dressed in cloaks that looked to be made out of an expensive silk that were obscuring their cutie marks, both were colored a slate blue, one female and one male, the females mane was a dark blue with a white stripe while the males mane was rust red with a black stripe. Following behind the two was a company of five ponies consisting of two more unicorns both teenage colts, they walked with the same swagger as the leading two and bore resemblance to both, they wore no cloak and as such their cutie marks, the red one had what surprisingly looked like the euro symbol while the blue one had a dollar sign. Behind them were two thuggish looking pegasi contrasting the regal look of the unicorns, both seemed rather generic with nothing to note on their all navy blue bodies, their cutie marks were a crowbar and a lock pick. Finally stumbling behind in back was a single young earth pony which seemed to have been made the pack mule as he had a mountain of bags on his back, he was a dark brown with a light brown mane, his body was rather thin but lean, his cutie mark consisted of a bunch of grapes. The two unicorns froze for awhile when they caught sight of him but as their eyes drifted to his clothes and noted the fact that he was behind the counter they deduced that he was at least sentient and probably working there. Both walked up to the counter while pegasi stood there dumbly and the earth pony collapsed to the ground panting from exertion. The male cleared his throat and from the amount on condescension in their eyes Boris already knew that they thought Boris was below them. In a voice that reminded Boris of Sinclair back in rapture he started "excuse me sir, me and my comrades are looking for a young stallion that used to work for me and my sister, he stole something very valuable from us and all we wish is for it back and to turn the thief into the proper authorities ourselves" at this point Boris sure he didn't like this stallion, the whole time he was talking it was like he was looking down on Boris, it infuriated him, but if they were telling the truth and there was a thief on the lose it was his duty to help them. "What's this thief look like" he grunted with a slight frown on his face. "The scoundrel has a brown coat with a darker brown mane, his cutie mark will consist of a wooden mug with froth on top, he will likely go by the name Home Brew" he spat like the name was dirt on his tongue. At this point Boris was glaring none to subtlety, he has known Home Brew for loots a month now and he likes to think he knows the stallions, Home Brew doesn't have the guts to go trick or treating with out giving the candy back after, much less steal something valuable enough to warrant a search party, clearly these ponies wanted Home Brew for some less than nice reasons. But he needed to play it cool to give Home Brew time to get out so he didn't get hurt after he taught theses fellas a lesson in good old Rapture hospitality. Finally after a minute of thinking he shook his head and tried to appear neutral "I haven't seen anypony matching that description but let me head upstairs nod ask my guests if they've seen anything" the male nodded and trotted back to talk with his group while Boris steadily walked toward the stair case. When he made it to Brews room the pony was already opening the door before he even reached for the handle. "I didn't steal anything" Home Brew said simply with no stuttering and opened his mouth to say more before Boris cut him off. "I know" Boris replied quickly, speaking faster than he has in his entire life "but you need to get out of here for a bit, come back at noon and I'll take care of these guys" "And leave you to deal with this on your own, n-no way we c-c-can take em together, r-right" he said seeming to grow more nervous as he realized just what he was saying. Boris leveled a flat look at Home Brew before activating his incinerate plasmid, Home Brew grew a look of understanding and nodded, just as he was about to spring into action they heard a gasp coming from the door. They both turned to see the male unicorn standing there staring at Boris's flaming arm, then his eyes turned to Home Brew and his horn flashed and a bolt flew and hit Home Brew who slumped to the ground. The unicorn then called down the stairs to the rest of his group "Em we found him get up here and help me ca-" he started before Boris tackled him into the hallway. While he was dazed Boris twisted around and slammed Brews door shut, welding the lock shut with his still flaming hand ensuring that the door wouldn't be opened anytime soon. He then felt a force hit his back, a sudden feeling of heaviness over came him but he shook it off in moment, he turned around and saw the unicorn had her horn glowing and was staring at him in shock, "b-but that spell was strong enough to take down a dragon" he stuttered before being kicked down the stairs into the unicorns and pegasi who were rushing up it. Boris rushed down after them and while they were untangling themselves from the pile Boris cycled through his arsenal for a non-lethal solution, he found the two plasmids he was looking for before grinning. He turned on the advancing ponies who had untangled themselves and were looking quite angry. As one Pegasus charged him Boris delivered a devastating bug filled uppercut leaving the pony not only dazed but also harassed by a number of biting and stinging insects/arachnids. One of the younger unicorns charged him from behind horn not glowing but instead pointed at him revealing that it had been sharpened to a deadly point, he sidestepped grabbed the horn in a telekinesis charged grip and swung him around in a half circle slamming the young stallion into the older female who appeared to be charging a sickly green green spell that was interrupted by Boris's impromptu club. As the two flew back Boris quickly cycled swarm and froze the two with winter blast after which he was impacted from behind with surprising force, it caused him to fly back and hit the counter rattle into the glasses that Boris spent all day cleaning. Boris rolled over and saw that it was the second Pegasus with the crowbar cutie mark, thinking quickly he grabbed the two frozen unicorns with telekinesis and chucked them at the crowbar adorned pony, the three went flying out the still open door from the force. "And then there was two" he thought with a grimace rolling his left shoulder, the tackle had caused it to hit the edge of the counter rather hard. He and the two male unicorns were staring at each other, the two had hung back to observe the brawl and his abilities. Boris braced himself for another fight, prepared for this one to be tougher than before due to the fact that they knew (most of) his abilities. Instead they started doing what Boris thought was the dumbest thing he had ever seen, they were monologuing about why they were better than him and that he should give up. It was surprisingly irritating until one sentence gave him a pause. "-and that is why you should give up, you are nothing more than a bug under our hooves" the younger one went on before Boris started to grin, this gave him a pause before he nervously asked, eyeing Boris as he raise both his arms. "Bug huh" he chuckled, suddenly both his arms filled with holes, becoming the homes to multiple small beings. "Allow me to show you what bugs really look like" he finished before he raised his arms and unleashed the mother of all swarms, there were all manner of spiders, beetles and ants of all sizes and types, and finally wasps that sizes ranged the size of kiwi's to the normal brand. They all moved directly towards both unicorns who threw up separate shields which seemed to work before something that terrified them happened, the non-winged bugs started seemingly eating the magic before multiplying. The sheer amount of bugs eating at the shields caused both unicorns to soon run out of magic to maintain them, they both ran out the door with the pegasus that was taken out earlier hot on their tails. Boris stuck his head out the door to see that the car was speeding away leaving a dust cloud behind, for good measure and to make himself feel good Boris called out after them while waving a flame covered fist "and if you come back i wont be so nice". Feeling he did a good job he headed upstairs to check on Home Brew. As he headed up the stairs he rolled his shoulders, that hurt more than it should, he was going to have to start his workout routine again. When he got to the door he discovered it had been bashed open. Worried that one of them had snuck up and kid napped Home Brew while he wasn't open he busted in to discover Brew and the unknown earth pony he had forgot about were both sitting across from each other chatting like old friends. They stopped their conversation when he busted in, each turning to face him, seeing that Brew was fine with this unknown pony he rubbed his nose and sighed, plopping down on a nearby chair he turned to the two and said on word that would explain this entire fiasco. "Talk" Author's Note This is my first attempt at a fight scene, if you have any tips at all to make any future ones better please tell me.
That canyon scene from Lion King with Bouncers instead of hyena'sHome Brew, Boris, and the new earth pony now known as Grape Vine sat on the couches in the living area, Boris wanted to know what in the name of Rapture had just happened and who he had kicked the shite out of. Boris looked at the earth ponies expectantly, both while incredibly nervous seemed reassured by each other's presence. Home Brew opened his mouth and closed his mouth a few times, seemingly contemplating where to start before he finally just decided to ask "W-what do you want to know first" he stuttered Boris closed his eyes contemplated for a second before he opened them again and turned to Home Brew and asked the first question that came to mind "Who are they?" "T-the two lead ones are co-leaders of a crime syndicate in Manehatten, their n-names are Em Bezzle and Rob Berry, the two younger unicorns are there cousins who are to take over the syndicate when they die, they never said their names, and finally the two pegasi are some thugs they hire frequently Pilferage and Thievery, they were the ones I was running from when you found me." "Why were you running from them" "Because they're slavers" interrupted Grape Vine "we all worked together to get out Home Brew, each year we chose one of the youngest to escape, this year it was Home Brew". "And why don't the ones who escape ever tell anyone" Boris questioned incredulously. "Everyone did at first before they started becoming "examples" of what would happen should we escape" Vine finished without elaborating on what the examples actually were but from the look on his face Boris could make his own conclusion. Boris sighed and ran his hands over his face, while he did go into Rapture willingly he did not follow the mainstream philosophy. Boris believed that no matter who, what, or where you were there was always a choice, it was just up to you to take it. Looking back up he could see that talking about this was extremely uncomfortable for the two ponies so he decided to wrap it up with two more questions. "And how did you two get pulled into that mess" he asked mouth set in a thin line. There were only two ways to go into slavery, you were captured. Grape Vine winced at the question while Brew simply closed his eyes while his ears folded back. "Th-they look for ponies on the street down on their luck, and from their they observe what each target is best at and capture them according to their current needs" Brew mumbled. Thinking the new information over Boris finally looked back up and asked his last question. "Will they be coming back" "Yes" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`````````~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Boris spent the rest of the day ringing the entire B&B up with everything he could, he had two turrets set up behind the counter ready to be rolled out, high up on the trees outside were around two dozen security cameras connected to around thirty sentry drones, and finally throughout the entire forest he had multiple tripwires set with a charge that would give any unlucky enough to walk through it a nasty shock. The only problem with the setup was that the firing mechanisms in all the automated defenses were affected by the teleport, the bullets came out at a pace that would only badly bruise at best. "which" Boris mused from behind the counter "is probably for the best" it wouldn't due for the authorities to come down on him for the murders of multiple ponies. The next day was quiet, so was the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that. It was near the end of the fifth day that something happened. Boris was patrolling the north side of the forest just a quarter mile from the building when he heard what sounded like a sting of surprisingly pg curses along with a large amount of laughter. Utilizing wrench lurker he crept up to them and hid behind some brush. Peeking out he saw what would have been intimidating if he was just a pony and not a paranoid veteran. In a small clearing he saw a group of around thirty ponies, about half of them were earth ponies while a third were pegasi, and finally making up the minority was a couple of unicorns. They were all laughing at a Pegasus hat was wrapped up in one of his trap wires, the pony was still struggling a surprising amount for somepony who had just been flash fried. Finally the laughter was called off when a voice in the crowd barked out a sharp order. The crowd parted to reveal none other then Em Bezzle and Rob Berry. They both started shouting orders at the group before Em turned around and cast a spell freezing the downed Pegasus. It seemed like they were about to get moving again, Boris grinned, time to start the fireworks. Boris slowly crept around the group until he and his traps were parallel of the group, he then cycled through his plasmids until he reached what used to be the decoy. Grinning to himself he focused a little until the outlines of three bouncer big daddies formed in front of him, a couple of seconds later the outlines were filled with color. With a final smirk he flicked his hand and all three suddenly started making terrifying roars whilst charging forward. Startled yelps and girlish shrieks filled the air as the group succumbed to herd mentality. They all flooded in a single direction, away from the illusory metal behemoths that had appeared so suddenly, which also happened to be toward the most heavily wooded and heavily boobytrapped part of the forest. Boris could already hear the whirl of security drones and the zaps of bodies running into live wires. When the clearing was empty of the last few stragglers Boris stood from the brush and dusted himself off. His eyes turned back to the forest line and with one last smile he was gone, nothing left but a poof of red smoke that dissipated shortly. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMAAAAAALLLLIIINNEEBBBREEEEEEAAAAAAAAKKK After Boris, Home Brew, and grapevine finished their dinner and the two ponies had gone off to their separate rooms Boris stepped outside. It dark enough that he had to light his fist with incinerate to see, he made his was to the shed and unlocked the door. Inside were two ponies that looked like they had gotten in a bare brawl with the god of thunder, their manes were singed to almost nothing and they now looked like a mismatch of their original colors with black, blue and the occasional bald spot where hair had been shocked off. Boris slid a bowl of vegetable stew to both of them, they responded by wrinkling their noses and staring at the food as if it was bug-filled mud. After a few seconds Boris stood to his full height and crossed his arms, the moon shine in through the window casting a shadow over his face. "Okay you two, here's the deal" he began in a cutting voice that scared even him. "I don't have the time or resources to deal with you and your little group personally, but eventually I will, so here's how it's gonna go, I'm gonna let you go and you're going to go back to your home, release all the slaves you can, pay compensation, and finally turn yourselves into the cops" he could see the sneer on both their faces grow even through their fear, they were not planning on doing that. "But lets just say you don't do that, lets say I let you go tonight and you hypothetically just go about what your doing with me none the wiser. Well let me answer that hypothesis, I will come to Manehatten in a couple of months, and I will find you. And if I find you anywhere but behind bars I guess I'm gonna start applying measures to assure you two that I am most definitely serious, and that I'm not afraid to use more permanent measures to remove problems" At this point he was slowly moving forward, flames from the still active incinerate wreathing his arms and casting a ghostly light over the small shed. Both of the unicorns were pale and shaking now, staring at him with wide frightened eyes. Suddenly the flames cut out and the cabin was filled with a deceptively friendly light. "But that's not gonna happen is it, because you two aren't going to lie to me, right?" They both shook their heads so fast they looked cartoonish. "Well now that that's settled you two can head on out, let all hope never to see each other again" he said as he opened the door and left, leaving it ajar "close the door on the way out would you" {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+£€£€£€£€£€£¥¥¥¥¥¥¥€£ That night Boris laid on his back staring at the ceiling thinking about the days events. He finally came to conclusion as he rolled over on to his side and closed his eyes. Today was a good day. Author's Note So yeah this chapter didn't go exactly as planned, I had a writers block for awhile because I was planning on Home Brews backstory taking the whole chapter. It still could be a chapter depending on how many ask for it. Another thing is yeah this chapter probably has a lot of writing mistakes, I plan on fixing them soon, other than that, enjoy (hopefully)
