Waters: Part 2 - Dark May

W wakes up in the cafeteria, while being handled by Abe and Rushy until they realize his eyes are open. That's the moment when both men find out W's alive, and put them on a table. "What?" says Jack. "How are you alive now? Was it...?"

"I need to talk to you," says W, while lying on the cafeteria's table.

"What? But?"

"I need to talk to you and Abe, in private. Now."

Everyone is confused. Suddenly, Celestia comes back with a megaphone. "I've already told the students to stay inside the class... oh my god, W is alive!"

"Celestia," says W. "Is there any empty classroom?"

"But what do you want to talk?" asks Twilight, confused. "What happened? What did you see?"

W takes another breath and sits in Celestia's chair. "For how long I lied on the floor?"

"Like a..." says Rushy. "...Minute and a half."

W nods his head. "Well, that means I was dead for a minute and a half. However, that is the less important thing."

"The less?" says Spike. "You were dead, W!"

"Yes," says the Bedmaker. "But when I died I saw several things I wanted to talk to you about. Only you two," he says, pointing at Jack and Abe.

"What?"

"That's what I want to talk in private."

W, Jack and Abe are now alone, in the classroom. W is standing, looking at the board while holding chalk. Jack and Abe are behind him, sitting on a desk. "What do you want to explain, W?" says Jack. "What did you see?"

"I died."

"Yeah, we all know that."

"When I died..." says W. "I saw something... I saw someone."

"Someone?" says Abe. "You mean... Ron?"

"Yeah," he answers. "I saw him... He told me something I never knew... and I want to know if you remember that."

"What?" asks Jack.

W throws the chalk away and looks at them. "Do you remember... a guy called Donald Smith?"

Jack and Abe look at each other, confused. They think for a while until someone dares to speak: "Yeah," says Abe. "The guy from the orphanage. He was a little bit weird but... I remember him."

"I think that wasn't his real name," says Jack.

"No, it isn't," answers W. "Now... I will answer the questions you asked me before. Do you want to know how did I survive this?"

"How?" says Abe.

"Thanks to that guy."

Abe raises an eyebrow and looks at Jack. "Donald Smith? What the hell was he doing on the Desert?"

"No, no, no," says W. "That guy's name is neither Donald Smith nor Samuel Sharpan nor anything else. His real name is Event, and he's a god who's helping me to stop Plegovich."

Abe and Jack are now more confused than before. "What kind of deus ex machina is this?" says Abe.

"A god? Called Event?" says Jack. "I don't even remember him. I know Mage Meadowbrook, Star Swirl..."

"Event was a God who was expelled from Equestria a long time ago by Princesses Celestia and Luna, due to he helped Sir Verminium to obtain the throne. However, Event did that because of its ability to see the future and predict events that will happen with no mistakes. If Verminium obtained the throne, he was easier to defeat. The same thing is happening right now with Plegovich. Event is helping me to defeat Plegovich thanks to his visions, and I have to do everything he tells me to do. That's why I entered the horse world: he threw me there. That's why I took the pills: He gave them to me. He's with me."

"No, no, no," says Jack. "This can't be possible. I hardly believed in you at that time when you told us Discord appeared on a drug trip of yours."

"But what Discord told me was the truth, Jack! The same thing is happening here!"

"Then show us your evidence!" says Abe. "Show us where is Event, something... tell us."

"I'm here."

Abe and Jack turn around and jump after listening to that voice. Event is standing behind them, with his black sunglasses, bald head and smart suit. "What?" says Jack. "Donald Smith?"

"I'm afraid to tell you, Mr Tyler, I'm not Donald Smith. What your partner said is true. My name is Event, I am a god and I am helping W to stop Plegovich."

Jack and Abe look at W now, surprised. he was right all this time. "And why a god is helping someone against Plegovich?" asks Abe. "What did Plegovich do to you?"

"Why did you appear on that day with Ron?" asks Jack.

"He helped Ron to destroy Plegovich... and he also sacrificed himself to help us."

"Ron?" says Jack to W. "Sacrificing himself to help us?"

"I told him to do it. He needed to die to fulfil Plegovich's ego... something that will be also a cause of his meltdown. Besides, I helped you on the orphanage's robbery because I needed W to be part of the plan."

Jack and Abe can't believe what they are hearing. His boss sacrificed himself to make this work. Donald Smith, whoever he is, is now the one who is controlling everything right now... "So... he did it to make this work, right?" says Abe.

"Yes," says Event. "And now... I need you to keep progressing with the plan."

"No shit!" shouts Jack, drawing a gun. "You are not going to make us sacrifice ourselves!"

"No, Mr Tyler," says Event. "I'm here to tell you that you have to save people right now if you want to win this. Besides, Mr Tyler, you have an additional mission.""

"What?" says Jack.

"You have to kill Mr Howlman."

"Ha," says Jack. "That would be a pleasure for me."

"And this is for the three of you, including Mr Ushin, who is not here. You will have to save two groups of people before the moon comes."

"Who?" asks W, and then Event appears next to him, on the board. "Uh! Can you say you will appear here instead of scaring the shit out of me, for god's sake? Aaarrgh!"

"My apologies," says Event. "Those two groups of people you have to save are the remaining Rainbooms, along with Fletcher."

"Fletcher?" says W, holding Event's shoulders. "Is he alive? Oh my god..."

"Is Rarity alive?" says Abe, worried.

"She's alive, Mr Flanks."

"Oh my..." says Abe, rubbing his head. "Thank you... Thank you, Star Swirl."

Event growls. "I'm the one who told you that."

"Sorry... Thank you, Event... May I know where are they?"

"Rarity is locked in an abandoned fort in the middle of Manehattan-Canterlot Highway, with Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Rainbow Dash... and Grey Blackle."

"GREY BLACKLE?" shout the three men at the same time.

"NO!" shouts Abe. "No, no, no! She can't be with that fucking maniac! Tell me that it's a joke, please!"

"I beg you to calm down, Mr Flanks. Grey Blackle has been less aggressive and more inoffensive since they locked him up with them. Changing topic, Sunset Shimmer, Fluttershy and Fletcher are locked up in the Pegasus' Fort."

"Pegasus' Fort?" says Abe. "But... how did they..."

"I can't tell you that right now. I strongly recommend you to grab Rushy and go, the four of you, to the Manehattan abandoned fort to save Rarity and her friends... Besides, W..."

"What?"

"The man who is inside that Manehattan fort will be your next objective. His name is Grigori Kobolov. You will have to kill him there."

"Sure."

"Hurry up," says Event. "You don't have much time left if you wanna do it quickly."

Event fades while W, Jack and Abe look at each other. They know what to do now.

While they get out of the empty classroom, the other part of the crew is staying in the cafeteria. Granny Smith, the only one who was staying there, starts checking on Big Mac, taking a breath of relief while looking at his grandson safe and sound, but at the same time, looking at his clothes and body, which are completely covered with dirt. Twilight's clothes are also dirty while her glasses are almost broken in half. Celestia, Flash Sentry, Luna and Nurse Redheart are also there, taking care of Big Mac, while Rushy and Spike are looking around the cafeteria.

"Are you sure, Mac?" shouts Granny Smith while looking at his grandson's face. "Are you sure those rascals didn't do anything to y'all?"

"No, Granny, I swear I'm OK," answers Big Mac. "Neither Twilight nor the folks."

Granny Smith then goes with Rushy and stretches his hand strongly. Rushy's hand feels being squashed by a rock. "Ouch, lady," says Rushy. "Your hands are hard as a boulder."

"That's the ol' Apple force, pal," says Granny Smith. "I thank y'all for saving my grandson Mac for these rascals."

"No, you're welcome," says Rushy, moving his squashed hand. "Although I'm not the one who saved your grandson from the hands of the enemy... the young kid did."

Suddenly, W, Jack and Abe enter the cafeteria in silence. The first thing they do is looking at Rushy, waving their hand. "Come here," says Jack. Granny Smith comes after Rushy and stretches the hands of the three of them, squashing them.

"I'm glad you saved both my beloved grandson and Twilight Sparkle," she says while looking to Jack.

"Um... actually... he did it," says Jack, pointing at W. "And your hands keep being hard as a rock."

"Wow..." says Granny Smith, looking at W. "You saved them alone?"

"Not actually," he says. "I had help but... they went on another mission now. Talking about missions, I'm afraid we have to go, Mrs Granny."

"Where?" asks Celestia. "Are you sure you don't want to be checked by Nurse Redheart?"

"No," says W. "I talked with Jack and Abe in private because I found some."

"You found what?" asks Twilight, confused.

W sits with them and looks at Big Mac. "You said you were Applejack's brother, right?"

"Eeyup."

W slowly nods his head and looks at Jack, Abe and Rushy. Jack nods his head and W knows what to do: "We found your sister and her friends."

Both Twilight and Big Mac get up from the table while Spike starts barking. "Where are they?" says Twilight. "I'll go with you!"

"They are in Manehattan," answers Abe.

"I will go with you now, we need to help!" shouts Big Mac.

"You are not going anywhere, grandson!" shouts Granny Smith. "I don't want you to get hurt!"

"But Applejack is there, granny!"

"The one who saved your life will go for you! Isn't that true, mister?"

"Yes," says W. "We will go now instead of you, Big Mac. Jack, Abe, Rushy, I need you."

"I need to go now too!" shouts Twilight.

"And me too!" also shouts Spike.

"No!" shouts W. "You won't go anywhere, neither of you. I recommend you to stay here in case something happens on the school. Besides, it's dangerous."

"Why?" says Twilight, confronting the men in front of her. "That is unfair! I already have my geode and my powers! My magical powers can be really helpful to you!"

"We know," says Abe. "But it's dangerous, Twilight. We can't take you there, and if you come with us, the school may be more exposed."

"Who knows what's going to happen there?" also says Rushy.

"But..."

"No, Twilight!" says Celestia. "They have already told you that is dangerous and you need to stay here. They will save them and take them back here for you."

"But..." says Twilight, taking her glasses off and rubbing her face. "But... I don't understand... I... I feel..."

While Rushy opens the cafeteria's door, about to get out with Jack and Abe, W replies to Twilight: "You feel like that because you care about them, Twilight. You care about people."

"And you care about people?"

Everyone stops to look at the guy who said that. Flash Sentry is now in front of W, looking at him with his angry bare eyes. He slowly stands up and approaches the Bedmaker, waiting for his answer. "Tell me," says Flash Sentry. "Because I think, since the day we met for the first time when you saved my ass from Jet Set and sent him to the hospital... I think you are not a student."

"He was never a student, Flash," says Twilight. "He's a gangster."

W closes his eyes and takes a breath. Flash chuckles while looking at him. "I knew it..." he says. "You are a gangster... that means you three are also gangsters..." looking at Abe, Jack and Rushy. "You are inside illegal business... do you really care about people?"

Abe speaks, answering Flash Sentry's question but W interrupts: "Flash," he says, while approaching at the young boy, so, so close his noses are almost about to touch. "You are saying we don't care about people because we are gangsters and then you say that time when I saved your ass... Don't you know you are contradicting yourself?"

"Why?"

"If I didn't care about people you would be already dead, Flash. If I weren't there to save your ass, that Jet Set asshole would have killed you and still be free like the bitch he is."

Flash tries to keep arguing but swallows saliva while trying to breathe. "That means..." says Granny Smith. "You are not good folks?"

"We are trying to be this time," says Rushy. "Aren't you, guys?"

"Like a way to redeem our past, maybe," says W. "No idea."

Granny Smith sighs. "Well, at least you saved my Big Mac boy and you'll save my little girl Applejack. I should thank you for that, folks."

"Not necessary," says Abe. "I think... it's time to go."

"Yes," says W, while still focusing on Flash. "We've got to go."

"We don't have much time," answers Jack.

"Wait," says Flash Sentry, for the last time. Everyone stops only to look at him again. However, he is not looking at them, but the floor. He feels humiliated while going, looking for his question. "Can I help you?"

"No, Flash," says Celestia. "You can't do it. You must stay safe right here."

"But..."

"No buts, folk," says Granny Smith. "She's right, Flash. You shouldn't disrespect Ms Celestia... nor these men."

Flash dares to open his mouth one more time, but he doesn't say anything. He knows he doesn't have the same experience as the men in front of him. He couldn't handle the gun when he was in front of Howlman, why would he handle it at that moment? Rushy opens the cafeteria's door then, waiting for his partners to go with him. Jack takes a long breath, trying to swallow the lump that is still in his throat and his chest's pressure. Abe, while thinking about Rarity, rubs his head while holding himself onto one of the cafeteria's tables. On the other hand, W is the only one standing straight, recognizing the eyes looking at him. Both Twilight and Flash want to go with him, but they know that place is not for them. However, their thoughts fade away when W starts shaking his head and moving his right foot. "Um... what are you doing?" asks Twilight Sparkle. "Shouldn't you go right now?"

"Let him be," says Jack, while looking at the tables. "I have known him since he was a child. He usually does that to calm himself down..." Then, he turns around and looks at W. "What song are you playing on your mind now?"

W raises his index finger and starts touching his cheeks with it. He slowly nods his head with a smile while looking to Jack: "Feiticeira by Deftones."

Flash Sentry raises his eyebrows, surprised: "I never would have guessed you liked Deftones. I have the Around the Fur LP on my house."

W chuckles for the first time in this day of Canterlot Rage. "You lucky punk," he says, and then he looks at Rushy. "Go, Rushy. Wait for us outside. We don't have enough time."

Rushy nods his head and closes the door. Jack and Abe move their heads and look at Celestia, Luna and the students. "Once we get the girls out of there," says Jack. "We'll go out and come back here. We need them safe and sound, not with us after this."

"And if they don't want to," says Abe. "Ms..."

"We will persuade them and keep them safe on Canterlot," answers Principal Celestia, while holding her breath and looking at Jack. The blue-skinned man, son of a journalist, slowly moves his eyes and tries not to look at her while turning back. That's the right moment when the chosen men turn around and look at the door in front of them. They will get out of their comfortable days, just about to enter the warzone. They will feel the pain they never experienced before.

Jack looks at the roof and sighs. "This is for you, father," he whispers, and then he turns around. "I'm afraid we have to go now. We have no time."

"Go, please!" says Granny Smith while holding the door. "If we keep holding you up here my Applejack won't last so long."

W goes out without even waving his hand or saying something... Abe does the same but he handshakes Granny Smith. Jack slowly waves his hand and goes away, but suddenly, Granny Smith's stone arm stops him. The old lady looks at him with a smile. "What?" he asks.

The old lady smiles. "I think I've found the key to your game."

Jack raises an eyebrow, confused. "What do you mean?"

"... that guy on the 95 Fall Formal... Shaved head, two earrings... it was you."

Jack's back feels on a rush. "I don't know what are you talking about."

"You know what I'm talking about, son," whispers Granny Smith, smiling. "Tom Jacks was just a stupid folk to get around Miss Celestia... you like her, don't you?"

Jack rubs his head. "Please, miss... I..."

"I know," says Granny Smith. "I just want to tell you... if you don't take the risk..."

"Goodbye," says Jack, leaving Granny Smith with a lump on her throat. However, she is right. Absolutely right. He has to. He has to take that risk if he wants to approach Celestia, even one last time, but not now. Now it's too late for that.

Minutes later Jack gets out of the school. "Finally," says W. "What the hell were you doing?"

"Thinking," answers Jack.

"No time for thinking," says Abe. "We need to go to Manehattan."

Rushy immediately gets up of the courtyard's ground and looks at them while moving his arms. "Woah, Woah, Woah. Do you want to go to Manehattan?"

"Now," says Abe. "My granddaughter is there. On a fort."

"Which fort?" says Rushy, approaching the three men.

"One in the middle of..."

"Ah, don't tell me anything..." says Rushy. "I know that fort... Plegovich's father used it to hide money. Nevertheless, if you want to go to Manehattan, we are fucking empty. We only have..."

"Yeah, we know," says Jack, interrupting him. "We only have two pistols, or three..."

"I know a place."

Yes, W said that. How does he say that when he hates Canterlot and doesn't know anything about it? That's what Jack and Abe ask him, but he simply answers:

"Yeah, but there is only one place I know more than ever and it's here, on Canterlot. I hope it is not closed, because in that case we are fucked."

"And what do you mean?" asks Rushy, confused.

Meanwhile, on Equestria's House, Plegovich and his nephew are looking at each other face-to-face. The uncle, the madman, has been waiting for this moment for a long, long time, but Lucas, the surviving nephew, has no idea of what's really going on the house now. He takes a look at the House's roof, filled with strange creators of the Equestrian mythology, such as frequent dragons and anything else especially focuses on the chimaera which has holes. He seems for a moment that the chimaera is actually his uncle, but those thoughts are interrupted when Plegovich puts an old, golden gun in the table. It's a revolver which demonstrates history with only looking at it. It clearly has that certain aura that involves his eyes in the old times, an old age he never lived.

"See that gun, nephew?" asks Plegovich to Lucas. The young gangster only looks at it and nods his head. "Answer me."

"Yes," answers Lucas.

"This Golden Gun is the most important thing I have."

Lucas raises his eyebrows, shocked. How could this Golden Gun be the most important thing of Plegovich? And believe me, Plegovich has Equestria on his hands. "More than Equestria? Why would be this old gun the most important thing you have, uncle?"

Suddenly, Plegovich slams his fist on the table. That comment made by Lucas was really offensive for him. "Please," says Plegovich, looking at his own nephew with burning eyes. "Swallow those words."

"Oh..." says Lucas at that right moment, because he realized how serious was this thing. "Sure."

The madman growls while looking at the old gun on the table. "Have you ever listened to your family's story?"

Lucas shakes his head while trying to remember something that he already doesn't know. "No."

"Have you ever heard of your late great-grandfather?"

Lucas closes his eyes, he knows. "Ummm... was his name... Sov?"

"Soviatto."

"What?" says Lucas. "So... this gun belongs to him?"

Plegovich automatically gets up of his chair and grabs Lucas' jacket. "Let's go for a walk," slowly replies, and both Plegovichs get out of the room.

You see, Lucas.

I can't believe you are about to be a 24-year-old man, being born in Manehattan, in early 1996, and your father, my brother, Montreal Plegovich, never told you something about our history. Our blood's story.

Gangsters under us tend to think we are Russians, but we are not. It all started when a man called Iosif Plegovich, born in 1923, in a small city of our country, the Belarussian People's Republic, moved to Equestria along with another family, the Diesels. He was hungry. Lost. Didn't know where to land. The only thing that he carried on its way to Equestria by boat was just... this. This golden gun.

He changed his name to Soviatto when he started working in a famous gang of that era, the Observattos. They were a fillydelphian gang that offered protection to local stores in the area. Your great-grandfather realized that... was a way of life. That's when he started speaking English, talking to people and developing his own job... but the Observattos never wanted to share things with him after he created his own protection and also loans to the stores. That's why he moved to Luna Bay, now called Saik.

In 1954, he met an equestrian lady, and three years later... Vladimir Plegovich was born. You may know him as his cutie name: Public Property, father of Montreal and me. He gained his cutie mark while being influenced by the Cold War and raised in his father's gang, where everyone was communist. However, my father started thinking that Equestria's current form of government was useless, and that's when it all started. He raised into the lungs of the gang and founded the Clock of Canterlot along with Cosmos, Donald Delight, Llewelyn Flanks and Wilbur Waters. They were almost gods. Nothing will ever come and pass over the freaking clock, but when my father told everyone his ideas, telling them we would destroy the dystopic government and start again, they expelled him... and that's when he formed the Red Beast and some went with him, there he was... Jakob Diesel, the descendant of the family that moved to Equestria with Soviatto. Sadly, he passed away... and he honestly deserved it. We offered protection, loans, and when the Nightmare Queen released their second CD, they were buying our brand-new heroin... and our product turned into the fashion.

Sadly, Soviatto died in 1987, and before his last breath he gave this gun to my father... he told him only one thing... the only thing that mattered with this golden gun was... For whom the bullets went.

When my father died in 1994, he gave Montreal and told him the same thing. Eleven years later, your father and I had it.

"What?" says Lucas.

The perfect moment.

The best time of our lives... the Ashton Gang War of 2005. You may remember it, you were nine years old. Pietro, who may rest in peace, was only four. Your mother died a long time ago, and when you found out your father died during that gang war, you cry... but he died for you, my nephew. He sacrificed himself because of only one thing... after his death, the good times destroyed the dark bubble. I talked to the right man and thanks to him, I became the king of Equestria. The Boss. The capo. The most important gangster.

Lucas lets a tear go after remembering his late parents, and then something cold touches his hand. The golden gun is waiting for him. "...Oh," he says. "You..."

"I want you to have this."

"But..."

"No buts."

Lucas looks at the gun and slowly grabs it. It's colder than he thought. "Um... I think..."

"Don't thank me, nephew. Just tell me..." he says, and then he approaches his nephew. "For whom the bullets go?"

Lucas closes his eyes thinking about something. For whom the bullets go? For whom? There's someone around his head, pushing him around... laughing, showing a smile.

...

"I don't know why... Walter Waters is on my mind."

Plegovich chuckles but then he gets interrupted by a phone call. "Yeah?" he says when he answers the call. "Uh... Look at that... and you ran away, you fucking coward?"

"What?" says Lucas, shocked. "What happened?"

"Howlman," says Plegovich. "No, no, no... you are going back, okay? If you found them and you were armed, you should have killed them on that fucking street.... wait," exclaims the mad uncle. "Please, come back here, and take Lucas."

"What? Where am I going?"

"I'll tell you. Keep the gun."

"Um..." says Lucas, struggling. "Sure... and..."

"Wait..." answers the uncle, ending the call. "And what?"

"There's something I want to talk about..."

Plegovich happily nods his head. "Sure."

"You've said that you talked to a man to arrive where you are now..."

The uncle chuckles. "You wanna know who's that man, right?"

Lucas blushes and then nods his head. "Yeah... that means someone..."

"There's someone more powerful than me?"

"No, no, no," says Lucas, trying to refuse at his own words. "I didn't want to say that..."

"Don't worry," answers Plegovich, showing a rare sign of humbleness. "If you want to know... I admit that guy who put me in that chair has more power than me as president... but he's loyal to me, so... he's just someone else."

Lucas swallows saliva while listening to that... he just realized again how powerful is his uncle right now. Moreover, how powerful is his family, blood...

Vinyl Scratch started working in Arpeggio's in December 2019. Her boss, Arpeggio, although he wanted to be called Mr Fletcher, was a humble old man that needed help with the products. His strength was slowly going away from his body and she, a big fan of music, offered help.

Now everything's so different. She wanted to work in the morning because Fletcher is not there anymore and the store would be closed at that time, and this, as her only way to gain incomes, turned into her life. She has classes at school, but now her friend Octavia sends her the classes by phone. She has to work hard now, especially because Fletcher has disappeared, and Plegovich may be behind her back. She has been also already warned two times because Arpeggio's stock has CDs of a band called The Nightmare Queen, a thrash metal band from Canterlot that had some trouble with the mafia, especially the Plegovichs, and she is afraid something like that will ever happen again... and once she sees four strange men, with their dirty faces, entering the music shop... she feels this is turning real again.

"No, please," she whines. "I've already destroyed every copy of the Nightmare Queen, please, no..."

"We are not Plegovich's men, dear," says Rushy. "The Nightmare Queen may have betrayed the Red Beast... but they didn't betray us."

"W, why are we in Arpeggio's?" asks Jack. "Fletcher's not here."

"I know that, Jack," says W. "How long has passed since Fletcher disappeared, girl?"

Vinyl is still confused about that question, but she answers it anyway: "Um... a couple of months, he hasn't shown up here since April."

W approaches to Vinyl Scratch and looks at the store. It wasn't so emptier than he thought before. He may give this a chance. "Ok..." he says. "What's your name, dear?"

"W, what are you doing?" says Abe.

"Leave him alone," interrupts Rushy, holding his hands. "He's just flirting."

"I am not flirting," replies W. "And what's your name, girl?..."

Vinyl Scratch doubts for a moment but she eventually says: "Vinyl."

"Vinyl, Vinyl, Vinyl..." says W. The Bedmaker then looks that there is a metallic door behind her. "Did Fletcher ever tell you what's behind that door?"

Vinyl turns around and looks at the metallic door with a number pad in the middle. "No," she answered. "He told me I should never open it, on my first day. Maybe is it a safe place?"

W smiles and chuckles while looking at Vinyl, and then he says: "Permit me." The young man passes by the reception bar and looks at the door. Neither the three men nor Vinyl knows what is he doing. Suddenly, W starts touching the number pad....

"02...04...1995. The birthday of the biggest around."

Eventually W keys in 02041995 in the number pad and a music song starts playing: Living in the Sunlight by Tiny Tim. W touches the door's handle and it is opened. The door is open.

"Oh, crap..." says W, rubbing his face. "This smells just like every day I've been here: bullshit."

Eventually, the things that are inside the door are shown to the world. Lots and lots of wooden shelves filled with dirt and humidity which keep safe lots of old books and a pretty big vinyl collection. However, this is not the only thing that stays inside the room: There is also a big wooden chest with a big lock that has a drawing of a baby with a sign:

"TOYS 4 KIDZ."

"Here it is," whispers W while looking at the mysterious chest. "In the middle of old books about Mythology and Fletcher's vinyl collection... Nobody touched this, I expect."

But suddenly, Jack and Abe are confused when they enter the secret room and look at the number pad on the door. Vinyl and Rushy also do the same but stay at the door. "Why in the hell did you know this?" asks Jack.

"Remember when I was 19, almost twenty? I decided to work here for a while. Fletcher needed help. He was getting old," says W while trying to open the chest. "By the time I have arrived, Fletcher was already installing that beast of a door to keep his vinyl collection locked and safe. I told him not to install the number pad because that would call everybody's attention. How ironic, huh?" says W, laughing. "The safer, the more insecure."

"Mr Fletcher hid his collection all this time?" asks Vinyl Scratch, shocked while looking at the types of vinyl, which are almost wet because of the room's moisture. They haven't been cleaned for months.

"Yes, dear," says W., "He told me that he felt more secure when his collection was near him at work."

Vinyl Scratch raises an eyebrow. "Wait... Fletcher always used to tell me about an old guy who worked here... he said his name was..."

"Buck?" asks W. "Buck Velazco?"

Vinyl's words get out of her mouth and fade in the air. "Y-Yes..." she answers.

"Great," says W, and stops trying to open the chest to look at Vinyl Scratch and his friends. "I'm Buck Velazco."

Jack and Abe feel confused. "You changed your name to Buck Velazco?" asks Jack.

"Yeah," says W., "It was that time Gordo hated me because I gave him that essay I wrote about how he was the fattest capo of Equestrian history. If I entered Canterlot as Walter Waters, he would have kicked my big balls, that's what I changed my name and bought a fake wig and glasses."

"Oh..." said Jack and Abe. "Yeah, I remember. Please, don't ever remind me of that fucking year again."

"Yeah, it sucked," answers W while going back to the locked chest.

"So..." says Vinyl, but suddenly she gets interrupted while saying: "Your real name is not Buck Velaz...?"

"Long story to tell, dear," answers Abe. "We don't have enough time. W, can you open that freaking chest? For god's sake?"

"I swear I can't!" shouts W. "I don't have the keys and I'm trying to open it with a clip I found in my trenchcoat..."

And suddenly Rushy comes to the rescue, he draws a gun and shoots at the lock. A scared W gets his hands out and then he looks at the man, angrily. Vinyl covers her ears but calms down fastly. "Happy?" says Rushy, while looking at the broken lock.

"Yes," says W. "Of course! Because my hands don't exist and they can't bleed if they get shot, you son of a..." W opens the chest, but what's inside takes his words out of his tongue. "You son of a bitch."

"What?" says Jack.

"You son of a bitch!"

Everyone, even Vinyl, looks at the chest's inside. There are only two revolvers and a sawed-off shotgun.

"A... a shotgun?" says Vinyl. "Why Fletcher would hide a shotgun on a chest that says Toys 4 Kidz?"

"This is not Fletcher's," says W. "This is from a friend... and Dream Raider told me there were plenty of guns here! There are only... three."

"There is a sawed-off shotgun there..." says Rushy. "That can kill lots of people with only a couple of pellets. The revolvers... well."

"Wait," says Vinyl Scratch. "You are not Plegovich's men, you said this but... what? What are you going to do? Who are you?"

W gets up and looks at Vinyl Scratch. "Well... if we are not Plegovich and we are looking for guns while hiding, what do you think?"

Vinyl raises her eyebrows, surprised. She began to understand.