Getting Out of Bed Was the Easiest Part

Sliding the cards back into a deck, Six shuffled them, and stored them back into his duster's pockets, before standing up and reaching next to the chair. He pulled his helmet, and mask combination up from the side of the chair, and fitted it onto his head.

The human secured the seals and straps to his head, he scanned the room, before shrugging inwardly, and slipping himself out from in front of the chair, and pushing it in. Six then began his move to the door, before gripping the knob, and turning it. He pulled it inward, as it was a pull, not a push, and stepped out of the hallway. He looked left and right, seeing no activity in the hallway. Finding it slightly odd, he pursed his lips, before making a mental note of it, and stepping on down the hallway.

He was going to get his weapons back, there was no doubt about it. But it was going to prove more difficult than just thinking about it, for sure, but he needed a plan.

As he padded himself on down the hallways, and the castle's many corridors, he became increasingly aware of the lack of activity inside of the castle. No guards, no servants, nothing.

"Where the fuck is everyone..?" Six asked himself. This much quiet could mean many things, ranging from a special event, or everybody just decided to pull a Vault Dweller and fuck off to places unknown. Courier Six began to wonder to himself. It could possibly be a trick, but he ruled that out rather quickly. For being a completely unknown species, save for what little was showed to them, they were oddly friendly towards him.

A loud whoosh, accompanied by movement out of the corner of his eye, startled him from his thought. He grounded to a halt, and spun around, readying his fists. He scanned his surroundings, having just wandered into a more darker part of the castle. This place was so goddamn confusing.

Reaching his left hand up to his head, he flicked on his low-light vision and looked around once more. Nothing. Maybe he's just being a little jumpy, but he knew something was here, and it was trailing him. Maybe he should turn on thermal? Yeah. He should.

Flicking Thermal Vision on, he swept his eyes across the hallway. A purple-ish blob in the rough shape of an equine was sticking to the ceiling. He looked up at the shape. Ponies had body warmth, didn't they? So why did this one not have any warmth to it at all? Another question to bring up in due time. He decided to feign ignorance, shrugging, and flicking his thermal off, and turning on low-light vision in its place, and turning around, heading back down the way he was going, whilst slipping his hands into his duster.

Six whistled the tune of 'Heartaches By the Number' as he stepped back the way he came. He reached a dead end and was now backtracking back to his room.

It took him a long time, but he eventually found his way back, and while rounding the corner to the hallway that housed his room, he bumped into the same servant as before.

"Oh, fuck. Sorry." He apologized, quickly catching himself before he falls back onto his ass. The mare, however, was not so lucky and flopped downwards onto her own ass.

"I-It's alright." She accepted said an apology before Six reached his hand out, and she took it in her hoof, or rather, the other way around, and helped herself up.

Six lowered his hand and stuck it back into his duster. He assumed what she was here for, probably to get him to breakfast. He looked down at the mare, "I assume you're here to escort me to breakfast?" He asked, raising an eyebrow under his mask.

The mare nodded, "Y-Yes, I am. I-If you'll just follow me.." She then brushed passed him and continuing on down the hallway.

"Alright, then." He shrugged, about-facing, and stepping right on after her. The Courier pondered on possible questions to ask the Princesses. There were too many to count, that if he chose to ask them all, that it would take months to cover them all. Instead, he opted on a few, such as, 'May I please have my weapons back?', and 'You got any alcohol in this place?'.

The two eventually found themselves at the dining hall once more, and Six chose to sit at the same place he did before. He unsealed his helmet and facemask, and slid them off of his head, before placing it under his chair. He then folded his hands onto the table.

"Morning, Princess." He nodded in her direction, taking note at everyone at the table. There was the same Unicorn from yesterday, the two Princesses, and one that gained his attention rather quickly. Another one of those winged-horned ponies, (which he still needed an official name), but with a pink coat, and an ass tattoo of a heart.

He locked eyes with her, and a look of sympathy, if he could call it that. Looked more to him as a look of 'someone please help me out of here, I don't want to be with this guy'. A look he knew all too well, especially in Freeside.

She kept quiet, however, and just nodded at him with a smile. Six shook his head, and sat back into his chair, adjusting his position in the seat so it was more comfortable for him.

"Good morning, Six, I take it you had a good nights' sleep?" Princess Celestia asked him, to which he nodded.

"Yeah, I slept pretty well." Pretty good was such an understatement, that not even 'understatement' could even possibly begin to describe how much of an understatement it was.

"Good." She smiled and nodded to a waiter, and he sped off passed some double doors. possibly going to give out orders.

Six sat forward, and put on his best serious face, looking over at the two sisters, "I want to talk about my weapons." He spoke.

"What about them?" The Solar Princess questioned, tilting her head to the side.

"Don't give me that 'what about them' shit. I want them back, if not, can I at least get one of them back?" The human asked. He didn't want to sound like a beggar, but God forbid, she was making him sound like one.

"Well, I suppose having one of them back is a fair agreement, you seemed to prove yourself trustworthy so far." She nodded in thought, "I shall escort you to where they are located after breakfast." The Princess informed.

Six nodded, and muttered something under his breath, before witnessing the food come out in the same way as yesterday. This time, instead of fish, it was an egg sandwich. Three, to be exact. Six smiled, it's been a while since he's had eggs. He looked up at the Princess, and they all received the same meal he did. Talk about boring.

After breakfast was had, Princess Celestia had led him down multiple hallways, and finally to a pair of heavyset, metal doors. She inserted her horn into a circular hole on the right of it, and he watched as it glowed before a mechanical click was heard, and the doors slid open. He just chalked it up to magic and stepped inside after Celestia, and to a table, on the said table were just lines of his weapons. He had way too many, but he knew which the one he wanted to pick out of the pile.

"Here are your weapons, Six, but please take only one." She gave the top of his head a little nuzzle as he stepped past her, "And don't try anything. I'm watching you." She added with a smile.

Six has heard worse threats from fiends. He perused the table, trying to find out the one he wanted in all of this mess, before he found it, and picked it up. It was his AER-9 Laser Rifle, and the fuckers even had the MFC Cell still inside of it. A disaster waiting to happen when not in use. He smiled and turned to Celestia.

"Alright, I'm ready, let's go." He nodded.

She returned the nod, and lead him out of the room, locking the door back, and leading him back to the dining hall.

"Well, from here I assume you know the way to your room, correct?" She asked. Six nodded, and she continued, "Well, I must attend day court, so I will leave you to your own devices. And please, don't try to hurt anyone. I will know." And with that, she turned around and walked off.

Six watched her pad her way down the hallway opposite to his room, he sighed, and slung the Laser Rifle over his back, and stepped off down the way to his room.

He had a feeling something big was coming, and it wasn't going to be all sunshine and rainbows. When it came, he was going to be ready for it. He still couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched by something a little more sinister than just a few curious ponies.