The lost boy

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That won't matter cuz the boss will do it for us! Not that I'm complaining, but he does seem to put everything on some website. Shut the fuck up. They've helped us out, so don't you go all high and mighty on us. Calm down! I didn't mean anything by it. FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! Whatever. I'm out. Call me when it's my turn. (disconnected) Fine spoil sport. So I'll go first, he'll go second, and you'll be last. Sound good? I can't hear you but okay. :-). (disconnected) sigh

First things first. Hey boss, I hope you don't mind but we thought we could save you the trouble of typing this out. By the way, you look adorable when you sleep so don't let anyone see you sleeping next time. Well anyway, I was on my way there but there was this busy club that was open. Obviously I didn't even bother trying to go through the front doors. Instead I went to the back and I found an open window with no one around. That window led me into the club's bathroom which was dirtier then most gas station restrooms. But that's not the point here, the point is I snuck in. Had to make a fake muzzle to blend in and let's just say I think I found a good place to hide.

The DJ here owns the entire club and she does not give two shits about anything. So as long as we don't do anything too obvious she won't pry into what we're doing. But the best part is that she's a DJ which means parties, alcohol, and music. Those aren't the only reasons of course, but I know that I wouldn't want to go into the statistical bullshit.

While in my new disguise I got a few more things done. But I think at some point we need to find a way to make these personas real. Because one of these days we're going to slip up and everything will come crashing down on us. That being said, I made a friends with nobility or at least some sort of famous musician. Either way she acts like a noble so I don't think it matters. Her name is Octavia Melody and she playes the cellist and is partners with the DJ named Vinyl Scratch. Octavia tried to convince me that it was just business, but the DJ seemed a little touchy in the physical sense. They may be in some sort of relationship but don't quote me on that.

There wasn't much to do after that which was rather disappointing but lucky in retrospect. Wouldn't want anyone to find out about my imprompto mask upgrade. With that in mind I go to the bathroom and knock the bartender out to take his place. There was no other staff near the bar and everyone around me was too drunk to notice the switch, so that's how I blended in. I'm texting this from the basement I found. There was a trapdoor hidden in the break room so if not a permanent base it's something we could use.

That's about it. Let me just give me a call. (Disconnected).

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Hey to whoever cares. While Mr. Nobility got friends in high places and a new job, I went to try to find friends in some lower places if you catch my drift. The tracker was a good idea to be honest, but unnecessary. They left carnage wherever they went so it would be easy to follow if they did notice the tracker. But those idiots didn't even notice it. Just goes to show how stupid most sentient creatures really are. There might be one or two creatures that shine bright but they're nothing in the grand scheme of things.

That walk took me around six minutes and led me to some sort of shitty bar. That shit stain was apparently owned by the mob boss himself. Just writing that down I feel like I'm insulting the mafia and everything illegal. These ponies are just so fucking sheltered I don't see why we have to deal with any of them. They get spooked by the simplest things. It's so easy it's goddamn frustrating!

Then when I do walk into the bar nobody even tried to stop me. Fucking no one even glanced in my general direction. There wasn't even a weapon search or ANY FUCKING SECURITY which got me fucking pissed. Because at this point I just feel insulted and underestimated. Sitting down at the bar the bartender gives me a shot on the house. Instead of drinking it I push it to the side hoping it was spiked with something like some sort of poison or maybe a sedative. Hell even a fucking laxative!! Because if there wasn't any sort of precautions I'm going to fucking loose it. They all think they have a tragic backstory or some shit that led them here or they are just greedy assholes that joined a book club with other greedy assholes which just pushed all of my buttons. They're going to need a lot of pity points if things keep going the way they are. Then there was a thought I hoped was right. Maybe this was the wrong bar and they just stopped by for a drink. That thought lasted until the boss came over and sat next to me. This guy was basically a walking sketch pad with the amount of tattoos he had.

Based off his muscles and the horns he was a Minotaur and after analyzing each other we talked. What we had wasn't a discussion. It was more of him bragging and going on and on about himself. The only time he talked about something besides himself was when he mentioned his disgraceful brother. His name was Iron Quill or something similar.

But the important thing here is that the underground activity sucks fucking big time. My vote is to tear everything in this city down and show them what true sorrow is and what fear for one's life is really like. It's important to note that when I left everyone was looking at me like I was an insect. Because of that we both know they cannot be left alone. Unknowingly or not they signed their own death warrant.

Never again, we were just used up, humiliated and just the butt of some sick joke. There's no way we're going to let that part of history repeat itself so we must give them all a warning. When we were at the hospital the doctors alway said to face what bothers you instead of avoiding it and for once I agree. Writing all of this from an alleyway a few blocks away. Don't know exactly where.

Right now I'm still pissed so I can't call him so someone else is going to have to.
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Oh hey! Others had this idea too! That's good. Didn't know how else to contact myself. Well the dragon training is rough but we're slowly getting there. But there's something else you need to know. Once you enter the briefcase it becomes a world that you control every aspect of. It gets pretty fun when you get used to it. There are many things we cannot control though, but I believe that's because you and the briefcase are linked since they change into memories. When we discussed the reasons why that could be happening we realized that you are not projecting anything to the briefcase or have any idea of what it could look like and it's just filling in the blanks with your memories. Some of the others are doing some tests on this place and we already discovered that thing's we create here cannot be brought out. Which means that you and only you can get the items from the briefcase. But if an object is returned here, we can tamper with it or even refund the object. You probably noticed the carts being refunded. There has yet to be a test on bringing the tampered items back out. The biggest breakthrough we've had so far was when we accidentally sped up time for the dragon egg. Looking on the web all we know is that she's less then two years old. Which is good for training reasons

While I'm in here I seem to be able to manipulate myself which is pretty good considering how often she shreds me. That is another one of our discoveries we made. While here any injury can simply be undone or able to numb the pain that would normally be brought on by any injury's that are inflicted on us. But it can also have the opposite effect as well. Were are able to cause pain, discomfort or wounds without moving a muscle. This briefcase is so much stronger than any of us first anticipated. Honestly it's giving me goosebumps just thinking about the unknown power that lurks within here. But I'm getting off track from my main reason of contact. Even though the training is not going that well the dragon sees us as her parents. Since she was older we had to give her a name. I hope you don't mind but her name is Brawd. It's an abbreviation for Bewitching, Rampaging, Armored, Whispering, death. I know that's not the best name but you weren't here to raise her so deal with it. Twice has already attempted to duplicate her but she won't stay still long enough for him to get the measurements. But that's not to say we can't do it. On a future note we'll just have to find something more efficient.

There's a few more things that needs to be discussed but I don't think they're worth mentioning here. Just make sure you attempt to gain contact with me whenever you have time. But you have to make sure you come to me because you have to experience what it's like to be in the briefcase since you are now the owner.

Wait a minute who do I call? Oh that doesn't matter! I'll send out a mass text since this is a pretty efficient way of communicating. Although this chat box thing seems to be a little different than the others.

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Finally it's my turn! Do you know how hard it is to look mysterious while sitting at a colorful booth. Top notch donuts though. Place called Pony Joe's and it's honestly the best donuts I've ever had. THEY EVEN HAVE BROWNIE FILLING!! There is no way I'm leaving and if you make me I'll go kicking and screaming.

Before that though I had a little fun around the city. First I went up to some sort of store that was closed. Just staring straight ahead at the janitor mopping the floor glancing back at me. After a while he got so freaked out he ran and locked himself in somewhere. I wish I recorded that because he screamed in such a high pitch I thought the glass would break. Plus based off the wet streak he left behind he peed his pants. LOL :^) .

That was basically what I did for a few more shops. The best part is when they left all I had to do was pick the lock and grab the keys that they left behind. Now we have access to a lot of stores that just so happen to be having buy none get one sale. You're welcome. There was only six stores I did this to since one mare escaped and got the guards. That was honestly my fault. I should have stuck with the stores that were closed. Nothing I can do about it now. Besides that whole stick was starting to get boring.

Do you want to hear a fun fact? Most locks on these door knobs are so big that they can easily be broken. All you need is a brick to get started then two pliers which the janitor happened to have. Wait a minute would that make him a custodian or maybe he was a worker? Eh, who cares. He still peed himself.

Then I was struck by INSPIRATION!! We need a mark or some sort of flag. Maybe even a sign because without one we just seem like some hooligans. Finding someone that was spray painting at this time of night was surprisingly easy. But in this concrete jungle I didn't even attempt to hide the body. Besides what if I run out of red what would I do then, huh?

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Sorry hehe using the transfigure thingy. Honestly it's nice to talk about this stuff out loud and of course when the donut making Joe himself is not around. For some reason I think the suit is scaring him off. I know it's fancy but my mask should show him that wealth doesn't matter.

Anywho, what were we talking about again? Oh yeah, the whole being by myself thing . . . . okay, I'll just read back my conversation with myself. Of course the fun part..... yes that's where I was. Yes, freaking out some people was nice and all but I am a model Alex putting in the effort needed unlike the rest of those slackers. Besides they won't admit it but I'm the handsome one. Plus there is a rumor that one of them is gay
Honestly I hope it's the first one cause he's pretty cute. Whenever I want to examine them closer they tell me to "fuck off" or "just look in a mirror for God's sake we're the same person!", And the old "GET OUT OF THE FUCKING SHOWER!!" Those souls that can't appreciate beauty must be mourned.

Since this is most likely going to be posted might as well give yet another fun fact. Each time we come from the briefcase we're not completely the same. There's always something different, like patience or other eternal stuff like that. BbBbBuUuUuUuTtTt on the outside we are identical or so I'm told to say. Still waiting for my lawyer to get back to me on that one. Well anyway, I wanted to leave the design with the boss himself because he started it all and deserves the honors.

I can practically hear everyone's disappointment from all that suspense just building up and the anticipation. Honestly, I wish I could have seen all your faces. LOL . But what I ended up doing was spray painting smiley faces with blood coming from the eyes. When all the blood was spent or dried up I still had a few bottles of spray paint. I painted eyes on all the windows I could find with a lot of detail to them. I mean they looked pretty fucking real and I'm not going to lie, they freaked me out so I know I did a good job. There is only a little bit left. I was going to use it on this store but the temptation of sweets was too grand.

Catch you later ⁽⁽◝( •௰• )◜⁾⁾

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Why hello everyone. It has been awhile since we talked. We have time, so I'll catch you all up on what had been happening since they left me in the narcissistic town named "Ponyville". There was of course panic since my suit was similar to the ones causing chaos. But I managed to lie my way out of it saying I just bought this outfit and I needed the warmth. But luckily beforehand I made horns for myself to look like I was a young Minotaur. They didn't trust me, but apparently it's in their nature to give second chances or was the phrase "giving benefit to the doubt"?

While I've been in this town they've gotten used to me. Not a single one of them trusts me yet but they do tolerate my presence. During the day I do all my shopping and other normal day stuff so I can gain more trust with the locals. But by night or any chance that shows itself I get as much info as I can get my greedy hands on. That being said I have to be extremely cautious because I would be the first one blamed. Not only am I new, I've been living in that abandoned tree in the forest so I'm sketchy as hell. So far I've gotten my hands on a map of Equestria and of Equus from the train station. When I went to city hall I got some pictures of future projects. Nothing to important though. Lastly there was that carousel looking place where I got some sketches for some dresses and few gems.

Besides all of that, my life has been pretty uneventful. Right now l'm just trying to learn potions from all of the books and writings that were lying around. It's going okay. I'm not the best potion maker but I'm not the worst either.

Whenever I get a chance I check out some books about this world or other real stuff. Fiction is when I can take the time out of my day for it and right now there is work to be done.

There are six mares you should be aware of because they are very important. One has been kidnapped. There are missing people posters hanging everywhere. When I saw the poster I realized that you unintentionally captured one of the most important ponies here and took away their greatest defense at the same time. That deserves a round of applause sarcastically and unsarcastically so congrats I guess. There is so much attention you didn't want focused on you but you took away the weapon they would use to defeat you. Before I was aware of this, I knew we had a little luck on are side but if I knew we were this lucky I would have bought a lottery ticket. Because let's be honest with ourselves here, that was nothing but dumb luck. Well anyways, got to go. There's more studying to do. Yes I know my life is boring, but I get my excitement from burglarizing everyone I see whenever I get the chance to. Anyways, let me know if you need anything but please contact me discreetly because I need your help with something.

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Howdy partners. While y'all are squabbling I've been ready and rarin' to go. Though the fear I've collected is more then you can shake a stick at, there's a problem. Surr'nuff the brews been given them folks a good whup and this shindig has been fun and all but I can't help but fuss over something.

That hoot you kneed in the groin has started to cause a ruckus and I reckon there fuxin' up some trouble. The folks have been rather hush about this but I reckon I should get cause the clobhopper hollered to his kin. This shindig had to end and it would just be a piddle to have a conniption over.

This was going to happen eventually so let's not be uppity about this. But believe me I'm madder then a wet hen about all this. Just when I was fixin' to see if I could get more fear out of those folks. Braeburn might seem like he's all hat and no cattle but that gamble ain't worth taken. This loss is something, but we can wait till the cows come home or wonder onward. Trust me there's nuttin we could do about this.

Bless your heart.

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