Prologue: New world, New me, potential agelessness?
"Ouch..." I groan, sitting up slightly I rub my head and look around.
"Where the hell am I" I mumble before clasping a hand over my mouth. I don't normally use the name of eternal damnation so casually. Somethings up. Especially with my hand...
I look down at my clothed hand, a glove fit snugly around it like when I was at the convention. But something's off about my left hand as I move it, it's too smooth... Robotic...
I remove the glove and stare slightly at my newly acquired mechanical hand, in the same style I've drawn this character. Spindly, scary, fear inspiring. Last time I checked I haven't lost that hand, only reason I kept it gloved was because I wasn't good at makeup to make it look that way for the con.
A thought comes to me "I've read Displaced fics before... They always have people buying something from the merchant." I reach into my pocket, and immediately pull it out as I remember that Slender keeps a good hundred knifes on him at any given time.
"That's... useful" I say, before plunging back into my suit pocket, pulling out a small, fuzzy batpony plush with a blue and red striped mane, a broken horn, and cute little chibi wings. I decided to get it as a gift to my friend Brian since it looks a lot like his fan character Shade... Well it looks exactly like his character now that I think about it.
"It makes a lot of sense now... If I was displaced by the merchant than it makes sense why this plush is so accurate." I mumble to myself. "So if I'm slender, what are my powers currently at... Am I Xah high general Connor... Or whatever the female of his name is. Or am I just black opp. It would make sense if I'm black opp at least because of my costume. Which means I should have at least Alpha, Beta, and Epsilon." I Slowly get up, wobbling a bit as I see my overall physic has changed.
"eugh this is going to get awkward fast..." I say again as I stare down at my cow udders of a pair of breasts. "Slender's supposed to be this super modest guy, how is his genderbent so... EUGH" I stomp a foot, I was perfectly fine with my previous size, a nice C cup, nothing huge nothing small. Just right. But now... These things have to be Ds at LEAST. I hope I've got the nanites or else my back is going to go out before I'm done fighting whatever side I'm going to be on.
I shake my head, banishing the thoughts about my knockers as I start patting myself down for weapons and start setting them out in front of me carefully.
"Okay... Definitely BO Slender..." Below me are around 20 knives, of varying types. Two A.S.S., Anti shock shotguns. One A.S.A.R, Anti shock anti-material rifle. Desert Eagle, and a Glock 18 full/semi automatic pistol. Last but not least, prototype dimensional storage unit controller. Which means I've probably got at least the L.R.F., lead recycling factory, running.
I place a hand to my chin, and sigh. "Having all this makes me feel overpowered. At least I know I can run out of bullets though. Nothing here shoots lead or other metals so the L.R.F. is useless. Due to the timeline since I have the portal tech that means I have the nanites... Whoop-de-do I can't die..." I cover my masked face with my hands, realizing now my HUD isn't on. Which just makes me sigh harder. "Why did I make such an overpowered character... Oh right, because he's generally a lowkey antihero or villain..."
I remove my mask and sigh, sliding the balaclava off my head and taking off my top hat, looking up at the sunlit sky.
I continue looking up as the sun and moon dance across the sky. "Season 1 finale? or maybe season 3... Season three that Twilight becomes an alicorn right? and see the vision of Celestia and Luna beating Discord the first time..." I continue watching. "Fuck, I hope I'm not in the 'past'... That basically spells 'sentence in stone till Twilight times' for displaced fics." I gripe, still irked slightly at my general lack of restraint. I'll have to work on that.
I put my gear back on, finding a simple power switch for the mask before putting it on. It links up with the computers I assume are in the PDS unit and powers on. Simultaneously I get a splitting headache as I suddenly hear three voice in my head at once. I guess that's why they were offline.
"STOP. I am trying to think" I yell out in pain and I get a chorus of different responses, ranging from "Yes mom" to "Yes sir"
"Epsilon, memory status" I say and I feel my synapses light up as random snips of memories run through my head, making me cringe.
"Nominal, sir. Though it seems you are missing some. Re implant?" Epsilon 'replies' in my head, simply firing off synapses to make it seem like I'm hearing a voice.
"No. Alpha, Beta. Weapon targeting checks" I see reticals and general weather and atmospheric information display across my eyes and mask screen. Making me wince at the weird feeling of seeing a HUD IN my eyes.
"All systems green mom!" Alpha replies. Hm, I forgot she formed something of a father daughter relationship with Slender. "Though I recommend releasing the drones for better wind direction, if you want shoot long distances." Hmm, looks like I also have drones at my disposal, I wonder which models. I hope the pixies, the pixies are great and adorable!
"Duly noted" I reply to Alpha as I start making my way towards what seems to be the center of the chaos. Damn, I forgot how colorful this place is, it honestly hurts my brain to look at it now.
I haven't watched MLP in a VERY long time, I think I stopped at about... Hmm.. halfway through season five. So I'm not doing so well on remembering certain events. Better lay low though.
I pull out the ASAR and settle down on top of a hill, looking out towards Discord's throne. Looks like I'm just in time to watch him get blasted by the elements. And it seems to be Luna and Celestia wielding them so I'll have to be extra careful about what I do.
Chapter 1: That Went as Well as I Remember
I watch from the hill I sat myself on, staring through the sight of my rifle at the group. Most notable is that everyone is either anthro or 'catgirl', if that makes sense. Celestia and Luna seem to be anthropomorphic, fully furred with the strange knocked back knees artists like to draw them with, both are wearing armor so I can only tell by their faces and well... tails. Discord however, seems to be that interesting mix between human and his normal self, with mostly human traits. Flat face, beady eyes, slicked back hair, normal legs. He wears a miss-matched suit with just a pair of boxers, tighty whities. Seems unexpected for the face of chaos, but I suppose it makes some amount of- Oh they've changed to blue striped briefs. Seems like he sensed someone making sense of him.
Back to describing him, he has a normal human body with certain aspects of his original self sticking out, such as his horns out the top of his head, wings off his back, tail swishing behind him. I've always preferred this way of drawing characters, I'm not sure why though. He's changed to a pair of pink panties...
I quickly switch back to Celestia and Luna, I did not need to know how big his junk is. They seem to be preparing the elements now, glaring daggers at Discord as he just laughs. They seem slightly insulted but I feel as though Discord is laughing at me, and I give him a little snort. I guess it is kind of funny, and I suppose Luna and Celestia have already seen it so they weren't as bothered.
Oh, it seems I was the reason he was frozen laughing this time. The beam shoots from Celestia and Luna, does a couple fancy twirls in the air before slamming down upon Discord, freezing his ever laughing face for the next few millennia. I look on in interest as the rainbow wave shines across the land, changing everything back into a less chaotic mess of colors, which I'm ultimately thankful for. Discord's 'Chaos Land' always was an eyesore.
I get off the hill I was laying down on and brush off my suit, no sense letting such a work of art get dirty already, and work my way away from the battle ground. I don't think they need to see another 'human' wandering around right after they defeated the last one.
As I walk, I think about what I should do here and what Slender usually does. I find a place in a tame looking forest to think and sit down, staring up at the branches above me.
"Epsilon, remind me what our previous objective was."
"Sir" The female voice of Epsilon speaks up in my head "Our previous objective was to escape to the dimensional pod for extraction."
"And the result of that?" I ask, though I already know the answer.
In my eye, a popup is shown, giving me the data on 'my' most recent operation. 'Failure: Due to superiors planting explosives in the pod, all ten operatives had to get into the escape pods and fall randomly through the dimensional barriers around.'
I find it strange, because by now in the timeline I should have all twenty four AI, as well as a proper functioning dimensional pocket. Especially if there were ten operatives instead of five. Something isn't adding up and I don't like it.
Suddenly, it clicks and I start laughing. It starts off slow, menacingly, then slowly turn maniacal as I lose my mind slightly over the entire situation. It would be boring if I knew everything about my character, right? So of course the merchant changed my god damn timeline. I'll probably figure out magic before I get my entire technological stock.
"Sir, memory is destabilizing. Restabilize?"
I slowly calm down after that. A few giggles and snorts flying unbidden from my mouth as I do. "No, Epsilon, it's fine. I'm fine. I just came to a realization. No reason to fret." I climb to my feet and stare up into the canopy of branches. Slender always liked nature, and was almost infatuated with the concept of meditation. Maybe I should set up a meditation garden somewhere, it seems like a good idea.
I start walking off deeper into the woods, grinning under my mask. I have a plan, it may be short term, but it's something to do.
I place the final rock for the day, wiping the sweat off my brow with a handkerchief I found in my suit. Said suit is placed off to the side of the clearing I made, safely tucked in the branches of a tree to save it from as much damage as I could. It may be tear resistant, and bullet proof to a point. But I doubt it was 'anime' proof.
I've found through observation, this world works off anime logic. Which is why my bust isn't killing my back so far, especially with all this heavy lifting. My first observation of this was through my drones, I had found a village nearby and was monitoring it when I realized it. The mares all have Ds or more, and those are the 'flat chested' ones. The bigger ones seem to attract the most attention from the 'anime gods', with their tits constantly bouncing in only the way anime tiddies do. It's almost fascinating how they can just... Hang like that without any support.
The second thing that leads me to believe this theory, is how many times they trip over onto 'protagonist' types and slap the ever living shit out of them. Don't get me wrong, it makes me laugh every time. But it's wearing thin on my nerves... And almost makes me jealous of their monstrous mammaries. Almost.
Even with mine, it makes my work on the garden harder. I have to keep the rocks in a certain position against my midsection in order to not squish mine, and sometimes I forget they're so huge and hurt myself while raking the ground.
Speaking of rakes, and getting off the topic of breasts, I had found out my inventory for the PDS. I have a synthesizer, the LRF, and a small arsenal of weapons for just about any occasion. Bad news, I'm low of materials. I'll have to spend the rest of my materials on a mining device... If I can find a schematic for one.
Along side that, my garden is coming together nicely. I had found a quiet stream that bables gently through a small clearing, which I had expanded and terraformed. The ground is raked and covered with gravel I had found further up the stream, I had transplanted a few bushes in opportune places,and the brook has been diverted to flow directly through the clearing via channels. Overall, it looks nice... Peaceful. I move to the center rock and sit on it, looking at my work in pride. It was hard to transplant the bushes, but they really did make the area look nicer, less rocky. I may need to figure out how to get flowers soon as well, create a nice spot for-
I jump up, one of my drones was shot out of the sky. Tango 8-1. How had they noticed it? I move Tango 8-2 through 6 to its last position, keeping them hidden and out of sight. It seems a guard had noticed it and shot it out of the air with a bow. I tsk at that.
The pixies aren't the largest thing, so they aren't exactly immune to bullets and, apparently, arrows. I'll have to keep that in mind.
I keep the pixies around, giving them 'evasive' commands now. I can't rely on them thinking they're just 'armored breezies' anymore.
