What Is This Place?

A/N: This chapter is an example of why we can't have nice things. Once again, completely written by Peter with minor edits by me. Enjoy.

Chapter 11: Deathstreak (Peter)

As we entered into Rarity's house, I knew we were in for a long stay with her trying to dress us up correctly, so I walked away silently and hid behind a pile of clothes. I whispered “Rule number 1 of Peter: don't let him in your house if he is not chained or in a box because he will literally bring the house down.” Ba dum tsssss

I walked silently to the kitchen. “Time for some omelets!” My mind quickly questioned me. Do you even know how to use an stove? I answered with a smile on my face “Nope!” You’re planning to destroy the house with fire, aren't you?  “Eeyup! But first things is first, I will get some ice for my private parts, they’re still sore from the kick.”

I went to the freezer and dumped the hole box of ice there was in my pants. “Ahh, fresh.”  I also took some eggs from the fridge and got a pan and placed it on the stove, the buttons to turn it on were the size of a hoof but with my fingers I didn't need the giant button, so instead I started the stove. “That was easy,” and waited for the pan to be warm. I broke the eggs and placed them on the pan and dumped a bag of marshmallows on the eggs ”That's how you make an omelet, right?” But something was wrong, something smells wrong. It was coming from behind the stove so I turned it off and moved the stove to see “Holy buck! The gas pipe was broken. I heard that if you inhale that stuff long enough, you dieaaahhh.” My vision started to blacken and I started to fall finally fainting.

Hmm, my mind is really hard to understand, isn’t it? I looked around the infinite black void that I guessed was my mind. I stood still in the middle of it all and just waited there not expecting anything to happen but suddenly a weird figure in a black clothes appeared in front off me.

“Peter! Your time has come!”

“Death, can’t I go on living 1 second without you bothering me?”

“What? Are you kidding me!? You have been avoiding me since the c4 incident!”

“Oh, yeah! That was funny wasn't it?”

“No it wasn't! You almost died.”

“Correction! I did die and I won against you in cod, AND I got my life back”

“Har har... But guess what? if someone doesn't pull you out off the gas leak you will die again.”

“So what? I’ll just have to win against you again!”

“But it won’t be so easy this time, young Peter. This time it will be different.“

“How so, Mr.Death?“ Suddenly, all around me turned into a flat land filled with random piles of rubble and destroyed buildings. I was holding nothing more than the most simple of guns (and awesome, by the way), a revolver.

“You don't want to go down this way with me, Death. I know much more about gun games than you. You can’t win!” The floor started to rumble, and in the distance crushing a little house came a black tank.

“Well, this time I've got the advantage, little one!”

“Oh, it is on!” as soon as I was done speaking, the tank shot my way. I dashed to the nearest ruble gathering and ducked, the blast took with it 3 or 4 other houses. I ran toward the largest building there was in the area. It appeared as if the world was being generated while I was moving. Another blast exploded right by me, making me fly across the small map. I took a deep breath and looked around “Damn that bone head! He didn't give me anything to win this time, not like the time I stole his predator missile and blasted him to pieces. Oh, that game of capture the flag was great.” The tank was already closing on me again, but he had not seen me. I crawled all the way to a house and went in this house, which was fairly complete. All the furniture was still in place and all. I went around looking for something, anything that could help me against the tank. All that I found were average grenades, which in case nobody knows, aren't made to go against tanks, but people. Plastic explosives or c4 or sticky bombs are tank prof .

Thinking …

Maybe if I find some glue in this house? Hm... No, that wouldn't work, would it?

thinking...

if I found a weapon here, I might find bigger guns in bigger houses or hotels/office buildings! But first, to distract death. I opened one of the windows and threw the grenades as far as I could. They exploded, and at first the tank stood still, but it turned and headed toward the explosion. I went foward and... HOLY BUCK A JUGGERNAUT CAME OUT WITH A MINIGUN. “You damned CHEATER!” He started to fire, and a bullet hit my leg. I stumbled to the floor.

“You are done, Peter” I pulled myself up and grabbed onto his head so he couldn't shake me off. I took his helmet off and put a bullet trough his head. The Juggernaut disappeared into a black cloud and vanished. “Ugh, don't sing victory yet, Peter. The tank is still alive.” Suddenly, crashing trough the house, came the tank. It was going to run me over, but I moved in the middle of it and I was safe once again.

“I'm not done yet, Death” I got out from under the tank and ran as fast as I could with one injured foot towards the tallest building in the area. The tank was close behind but didn't reach me, blasting at me every time I tried to get out of its sight. I ran in and closed the door.

Like if that will help.

I rushed up the stairs, shattering every single “break in case of fire” cases that came in my way, but none of them had anything useful. The one in the 30th floor, thank Celestia, was a parachute. “Perfect!” I went all the way to the 35th floor and got on the roof. Behind me came in 4 Juggernauts with mini guns and flame throwers.

“You cannot escape, Peter,” screamed Death “You die here and now.”

“Hey Death...”

“What do you want?”

“Remember where we are?”

“At the top of a damn building! Where else!?”

“Yeah! And where is the building?”

“It’s at-” he stopped midsentence, and something clicked on his mind. “Oh sour apples! Shoot him! Now!”

The Juggernauts started to fire at me. I jumped off the building and opened my parachute and started falling slowly, but I knew from the beginning where I was, I was just trolling him, remember? Unlike the last time,  we were battling in his void or realm. This is in my mind. And what does that mean? Well, it’s simple. I'm not holding a revolver, I'm ‘holding a thunder gun and I'm not using a parachute, I’m using a jet pack.

My imagination is awesome! I started to go towards the ceiling again “Yo dog! If it wasn't because we are in my mind you would have won but as always, you failed!”

“Objection! You haven't got anything to fight my tanks!“ Suddenly, from all sides, millions of tanks arrived. I fired at the Juggernaut's on the ceiling and they fell from the sides of the building “Fire, you fools! Don't let him get away!”

“Hey Death”

“what!!?”

“Here, before you, go enjoy the pleasures of my nuclear air strike.”

“What? That isn't possible!”

“My imagination, son.”

A black plane passed above it all and destroyed everything. All I heard last from Death was him screaming in anger. I awoke to see everything was still the same way that I had left it before I died.

“Oh, that was a close cal!l Now all is back to normal. Okay now, I just have to light this match for no apparent reason” When I lighted the match, all the gas around me ignited and blasted a hole in the kitchen and I flew into the room, where Rarity and Matt looked at me in awe “What? Just a normal day for me.”