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A buzzing sensation filled my body for a moment. I was finding it hard to remember what the hell happened to me, but it was slowly coming back. My idiotic attempt to escape the hospital caused me to pass out, and now I was back...

... or was I?

I didn't feel any head pain, besides a headache. Other than that, I was fine. However, I did feel a new pain in my chest. It felt tight, and pain radiated through it. I started feeling something tightly wrapped around it as I opened my eyes.

The room was dim, with just a bit of light from what looked like a set of spiral stairs coming down into it. There was no bed in the room, and I was sitting in a chair now. Beside me was a desk, and a Beretta M9 sat on top of it.

My baby. My heart sped up as I realized I was back.

Hell yeah!

This was Equestria. The adrenaline slowly seeping into my veins caused my pain to exponentially grow, causing me to try and settle down. However, I felt good enough to slowly come to a stan-

CRASH

Of course.

Clutz.

Author?!

Welcome back.

What the hell?!

I slowly picked myself up off the ground and tried to stand again, despite the pain in my chest protesting it. I waited to fall over again, but I was steady now.

Author! Where the hell were you? Were you just flat out ignoring me at the hospital?

Yeah.

Wow! What the fuck, Author?! I was scared!

Sorry, D'mitry. It's complicated. I have to follow the rules of the universe.

Rules?

Yeah. Let's not get into it right now.

But...

...

Okay, that's fair. This headache is starting to kill me anyway. Still, it’s good to hear your voice again.

Not what I’d expect you to say, but glad to hear it.

Fuck you.

Yeah, that’s more like it.

Despite being stable on my feet, my legs still kinda hurt. I'm getting tired of this shit. I checked, but last time I remember, I was only shot in the damn chest. Why do my damn legs hurt all the time? What happened to them? Maybe I should get one of the nurses to check them out sometime. Could be an underlying medical prob-

Oh. The pain receded a bit. I guess I’m fine then.

Okay, anyway, where the hell am I? There was a door in front of me, just tall enough to fit me. That reaffirmed my suspicion of being back in Equestria. It was real now. No more stumbling around Emory Hospital trying to escape. As I stumbled around this strange, dark room, I heard muffled voices outside of the room.

It still wasn’t clear where I was. Where was Twi? Dash? The others? Had they made it somewhere safe? I pulled the collar of my shirt away from me to see the bandage Snow had presumably wrapped around my chest. That had to mean they were fine, right?

So they just left me here? Wow, rude. Maybe it was them that I heard outside, though. I grabbed my baby from the table and made my way to the door ahead. I reached down for the handle but stopped when I started making out what the voices were actually saying.

“David?! Caleb?!” one of them called out.

Oh fuck sake. Human names. These were more of those stupid fucking boys, weren’t they? I grew confused, wondering if they had taken everybody hostage and just put me in here…

No, that makes no fucking sense. Why would they leave me my gun? Twi left me in here. But where is she? Where am I?! UGHHH. I wanted to slam this door open and pop these fuckers in thei-

“David?! Cal-”

smack

“Bro.”

“Shut up, nigga. We don’t know if one of those ponies has them hostage or something. Do you not see the blood?”

“I do. We can fend for our damn selves.”

“We can, but be smart about it, dumbass.”

I rolled my eyes and squeezed on the door handle before pu-

“Hang on. They might be in the outer guard towers. Why don’t we check there?”

“Aight. Check that one first. I’ll stay here with lil’ miss magic bitch.”

Lil’ miss magic bitch? Strange name. Who were they referring to? I swear, if they have Twi hostage, I'm gonna blow their nutsacks off. I kept my hand wrapped around the door handle as I heard footsteps growing closer.

Shit. They meant this building. Okay. Time to party.

I raised my baby and set the barrel against the door at eye level, holding the handle with my other hand. The footsteps grew close another few seconds before I felt the handle pull down. I kept my hand grasping it as the door was quickly pulled open. Keeping the gun steady, I watched as a body grew in the opening and-

BANG!

The white boy’s head fucking EXPLODED in red just feet away from me. His blood shot out on my face, causing me to close my eyes for a split second. I quickly reopened them, a bit of blood splatter irritating my left eye. The white boy's dead body, with probably even more irritated eyes, fell backward to the ground.

Knowing I had little time to spare, I flung the door wide open, immediately noticing a black dude within throwing distance, standing next to a pony. Before I could make out finer details, I extended my arm out, set the center of his body in my baby’s sights, and quickly fired four rounds his way.

The boy had started to raise his own gun, which was some kind of rifle. However, there wasn’t enough time for him. My bullets cut holes through his chest, causing him to lose grip of the rifle. He dropped to the ground, spats of blood from out of his back racing him to it. As the air settled from the loud bangs my baby made, I finally made out who it was.

Trixie.

"Trix!"

Trixie was the lil’ miss magic bitch they were talking about. She had a leash around her neck, a... conecuff?... over the top of her horn, and a gag in her mouth. Well, I mean… not like the ball, BDSM shit… I can’t think of the word. It was just a cloth wrapped around her head, that… went deep into her jaw? This is the worst damn description. I’m sorry. It was a mouth gag though. She didn’t have anything over her eyes, though, so I could clearly see her shocked expression.

I rushed over to meet her, but I noticed the black dude's bloody chest was moving slightly. I made my way to lean over him.

BANG!

Now it wasn’t. His head had a big red hole in it now as well, like his dumb little friend back by the door. I looked back at Trix, who’d flinched like crazy when I offed the dude. Her eyes could not grow any wider. I stepped forward to help her, but she backed up. She had nothing wrapped around her legs, so as I tried to step up to her, she kept backing up.

“Trix, stop. What's wrong with you?"

Her eyes narrowed a bit, but she was still taken aback by what just happened. I guess she hadn’t seen gunfire before. Makes sense. I stepped forward again and helped her undo the mouth gag. She immediately took in some fast breaths, as if she were hyperventilating.

“Sorry, Trix. I didn't mean to scare you. Everything's okay now.”

She kept eying me and my baby up and down as she took some deep breaths to calm down.

“I- I’m sorry, it’s just…” she sighed, closing her eyes.

“Yeah, I know. You're a little bitch."

She opened her eyes, immediately glaring back up at me. I thought she'd be more open to the joke, but like, I guess she was feeling some kinda way. I guess I should also say...

Trix and I were in a relationship a while back.

Yeah. They know.

They do?

Well... kinda. Perspective shifted to Trixie a few chapters back.

Oh wow. I didn’t know we could do that. Cool. What do they know?

They know that you fucked her.

O...kay? That isn't what I was going for. We fucked a lot in our relationship months ago. It wasn't just some random booty call, though. We were in a relationship. It wasn't crazy serious, but it was definitely adventurous. We'd spent nearly three months together, somehow keeping our relationship secret from almost everybody else. It was quite challenging, but it added to the fun.

Many lies, cover-ups, sneaking outs, and more later, we finally decided to cut ties. It was rough on both of us, but our cover was so close to being blown. I was a slave still. If we'd been caught, not only would I get in trouble, but she'd probably get caught up in some shit too.

So, yeah. There's some history there.

I raised my hands in surrender. "My bad. Wrong timing."

She shook her head, her anger eventually subsiding. She then angrily pulled off the leash around her neck and threw it on the ground beside her. “Shit fire. Thank you, D’mitry.”

“Haha, no problem, Trix.”

We both drifted into a hug that lasted a solid minute. When we disconnected, she glanced up at the conecuff on her before looking back at me.

“Can you help me take this off?”

“Why do you even have that on?”

“I still have my magic.”

My eyes widened. “YOU DO?!”

“Shush!” she exclaimed, nervously scanning our surroundings.

“I’m pretty sure we’re a bit exposed as is. You know, the gunshots and all?”

“Ah… yea- the what?"

"I'll tell you later."

"Okay... well, let’s hurry for now.”

I quickly grabbed hold of the conecuff with my hands and-

“D’mitry. It needs a key, dumbass. Don't you remember?”

“Oh... right,” I replied, taking my hands back. “Where are they?”

“The nigga has them,” she said, pointing at the black guy on the ground.

My chest exploded with pain as I BURST into laughter at hearing her say that. I tried my best, but I stumbled to the ground, rolling around as I clutched my stomach, struggling to catch my breath.

“D’mitry! Fucks wrong with you?! What’s so damn funny?” she scoffed.

I tried to respond but was laughing too hard still. It took me a good few seconds before I could even talk.

“H- hang on.”

My laughter eventually settled. I laid back on the ground, smiling from cheek to cheek. Trix stood over me and cocked her head.

“Is it the word nigga?”

God damn it. I rolled over in another small fit of laughter, struggling to get rid of the image of her saying the N-word. This had to be the funniest damn thing I’d ever heard anypony say.

“Y- yes! Stop! My stomach’s gonna burst!”

She huffed as my laughter settled again. I wiped the tears from my eyes as I stood back up, easing back into reality. She looked up at me with contempt, clearly annoyed at my laughter.

“Sorry, Trix. I just didn’t expect that. For reference, that word is derogatory in my world.”

“Derogatory? What? But he was saying it over and over again!” she said, pointing at him. "I even thought the white guy's name was nigga, until he said something like 'I'm that nigga, for real.'"

I vaguely saw her eyes drop in annoyance as I curled forward on myself, breaking out into another bout of laughter.

"Stop it!" she scoffed. "Idiot. It's not that damn funny! It sounds more like a bragging right, so why can't I say it? I think I should be a real nigga."

Thud.

I smacked the ground again, unable to breathe. For a moment, I thought I'd never be able to stop laughing again. Thankfully, though, the fit eventually ended. I sat up on my knees, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"You're funny, Trix. But I don't think you can be that."

"I just don't understand," she replied, shaking her head annoyingly.

“It’s complicated. He says it cause he’s black.”

“Black? What do you mean? His hair?”

“No. His skin color. It’s like I’ve said in the past, me being white.”

“Oh... alright. That still makes no sense to me. You’re tan as fuck.”

“Yeah yeah, well, we refer to it as black and white.”

“So… there’s different colors with you humans. You never told me that."

"You sure? I had to have brought it up at one point."

She shook her head. "You didn't."

"Well... sorry. I guess it didn't matter much."

"Mmm... okay," she replied, eying me up and down as if I were hiding something from her. "So... anyway, let’s focus. The black guy has a key. Should be in his pocket.”

“K.”

I leaned down and searched the guy’s pockets until I found the key she was talking about. I took a second to look at his frozen face, his eyes plastered to the sky above. I watched blood slowly trickle out of the gunshot hole in his forehead, painting the ground below. His mouth was partially opened in a state of shock.

I felt a bout of joy flooding over me. It was always so refreshing killing these shitheads. My brain reverted to the white boy, replaying his forehead blowing out blood as the bullet struck it. Like paintball... hahaha. I really hoped I could kill more of these fuckers later on.

“D’mitry,” Trix called.

I shook out of my daze and turned to see Trix curiously observing me.

“Sorry, ok…” I said, standing up and using the key to unlock the conecuff. She let out a loud sigh of relief, warming up her horn to try out some spell, I guess, to make sure she actually still had her mag-

Blast!

A blue orb ignited from her horn and slammed into me, knocking me down to the ground. A damn shove spell. Ridiculous.

“Bitch! What’s your problem?!” I asked, shaking my head as I sat up again.

“Sorry. Had to check," she said, failing to hide a teasing smirk.

“Damn. Okay... so you really do have magic.”

“Hell yeah I do. I'm gonna be using it to stop this crap and become the hero of this world.”

"Ambitious..."

Her newfound bright face shifted as she raised an eyebrow toward me. "What? You think I can't do it, huh?"

"I didn't say tha-"

"You're gonna be the first one to worship me at my new throne."

"Wow."

"Yeah. So... how did you get here anyway? Why were you in there?”

“Oh… uh…” I said, glancing down at my chest. “Long story."

I proceeded to tell her about the long story. She nodded along. As I told her we were headed to the castle, she butted in.

“Okay," she said, "that might be a problem.”

“Why?”

She sighed. “I don’t know how truthful it is, but those humans I was with were talking as though all of Canterlot was under their control.”

"Fuck..."

“Yeah, so we might want to hurry.”

“Ok, ok, let’s go.”

“Hang on. Before we go to the castle, I would like to stop somewhere first."

“Why?”

“Just a suspicion.”