Courier Six instantly shot to his feet, the chair he was sitting on toppling over backward and hitting the ground with a loud bang. Her voice. So familiar, yet, so alien to him.

Placing his palms onto the table, he narrowed his eyes at the blue princess, "How in Caesar's bald head do you fuckin' know me?" He asked accusingly. These two motherfuckers knew something he didn't, and he was going to figure out what it was.

"Courier Six, please, calm down." Celestia pleaded with him, concern plastered onto her face.

"Shut the fuck up! This isn't any of your business!" Six snapped at the Sun Princess.

Everyone at the table, except for Six, was horrified at his outburst. The Unicorn stood up, growling at how he talked to the Princess, ready to subdue him if he tried anything.

The blue one, however, looked like she had just taken a lead pipe to the side of the head by a Fiend doped up on Psycho and Jet. Six still had the occasional headache from when that happened. He was lucky he was wearing a helmet.

"We- I. I can explain," Blue-y spoke slowly, still trying to gain her composure. He could see her taking deep breaths.

"Explain." Six growled, picking up his chair again, and sliding himself back into the seat. He let his left hand remain on the table while his right hand trailed down his thigh, and rest a few inches above his ankle.

"Sister and I-" She began before Six cut them off.

"Wait, you guys are related? I should have known. Sun and Moon and all." He shook his head, "Continue on, don't mind my antics." He nodded.

"Very well." She nodded, "Sister and I have discovered a spell in the archives of our old castle, that allowed us to see through the eyes of any machination."

The human's eyebrow looked like it was going to go through the roof and fly off into orbit. He always wondered what it would be like to send a car up into space.

Six nodded, allowing her to continue. This was getting stranger by the day. The only thing he could do was go with the flow.

"As we were saying, we discovered a spell that allowed us to see through the eyes of any machination, as you already know. But, no matter how many times we tried to spy on the Gryphons through their blasted machines, it always put us inside of that little robot of yours." She informed with a smile.

"Wait a minute, so you've been watching me through ED-E the entire time?" Six questioned, pinching the bridge of his nose, "God, you're just like Ulysses, except less of an asshole." He sighed, shaking his head, before placing the hand back onto the table, "Well. Go on." He waved.

"Yes, well. We-I have seen the things you've done. I am amazed you managed to last that long. That place is worse than Tartarus." She added to herself, which Six caught. He was going to ask what that was later.

"Well. Fuck. Okay." The human shrugged, before sighing, "Enough about this. More on it later, can we please eat, now? I'm hungrier than that one guy I always see hanging outside of towns and cities. Always begging me for water when I had none."

Everyone at the table nodded, and the sound of doors opening garnered everyone's attention. Six turned his head to the source of the noise and watched as two ponies, dressed in chef outfits, stepped over to the table with a large cart, and set everyone's food down onto the plate. Six got fish. A lot of it, while everyone else had a salad.

Curious as to why, he looked up at Celestia, "What's with the fish?" He asked, looking back down at it. Faint memories of Cass swimming to the surface. Pun not intended.

"We thought you might enjoy it. You have the eyes of a predator, so we assumed you ate meat." She smiled that motherly smile, which still ate at Six. Slimy motherfucker.

Six shrugged, "Well, you're not wrong on that part. Humans are generally omnivorous. I say 'generally' because there's always that odd-ball in every community that refuses to eat meat, and writes furious letters to other people of the same kind about how killing animals is heartless and that it's a slaughter. Never understood those people." He shook his head, before picking up a fork. He wondered how ponies used utensils, but he just chalked it up to magic and forgot about it.

"Well, let's eat, enough about this." Six smiled and began to eat. As did everyone else.

After the meal was over, and everyone said their goodbyes, Six found himself in his room once more, sitting at his desk. His Helmet had been placed next to the chair, rather than on top of the table, and he was currently tinkering with his Pip-Boy.

"Come on, you piece of junk, work." He grumbled, twisting the knob that controlled the radio frequencies. He managed to snag a frequency, if a bit far away, judging by the static. He tinkered with it more until he got is as clear as he could, which was pretty clear. Well, it was to him. There was music, but it wasn't anything he's ever heard. It was like chirping, with orchestral music in the background, but calling it chirping was an insult.

It was beautiful, it's like a bunch of angels got together, and formed a band. He smiled, and let it play as he pulled out a thick leather book, and a pencil. He flipped it open to a clean page and began writing. It wasn't anything important, just random shit he wrote to keep his half-sane mind going fully insane.

Looking down at his Pip-Boy, he found that the radio station cut out once more, before he shrugged, twisted to a frequency that couldn't possibly hold a station in its lifetime, and looked at the time.

"One-thirty AM? Fuck. I need to sleep." He muttered to himself, shutting the Pip-Boy's display off, and standing up. He opened a drawer, and slipped the book into the compartment, before sliding it back in, and stepping over to his bed. He crawled into it, not bothering using the covers. He never really needed to.

He closed his eyes, feeling a nice wave of comfortability roll over him, and he relaxed even more into the bed. This might be the best sleep he's had in the history of forever.

Becoming briefly aware of the sunlight flitting itself into the windows. He instantly shot up and rubbed his eyes. No dream. That's a first. Taking a quick scan of his surroundings, before he sighed, and slid himself out of bed. He could really go for a shower right now.

So, that's what he did. After a quick shower, a shave, which he admitted he looked a bit better now that he had shaved, and a combing of his hair, he stepped out of the shower and checked the time on his Pip-Boy. Seven AM. More than enough time before breakfast, so he just stepped over to his desk, brought out his deck of cards, and began to play Caravan with himself once more.

Author's Note

It's just me, and a spellchecker, so please bear with me if I make mistakes.