You looked at the town ahead of you. Despite it's small size, it had quite a bit of activity. Creatures walked about, making purchases from one stand to the next, giving their small little gold coins to the other. When you walked into the thick of it though, most eyes landed onto you. You expected it. You were the alien of this world, and are carrying around a big weapon, which probably intimidated those around you. It didn't help either that you were seen with Twilight, one of the few important figures of this nation.

You were pretty much the talk of the town. Something that you were definitely not used to in the slightest. As much as you want to believe that you might just be the best damned hunter out there, save for probably Gehrman, you definitely lacked social skills. Life in Yharnam wasn't exactly a place meant for conversation, but instead the slaughtering of horrid beasts, and getting drunk on blood. It's not like you hadn't tried to make friends with anyone before, you certainly tried partnering up with a few hunters, but it usually ended up in the hunter dying by a beast, or by you.

Hunters were all really egotistical, and selfish, after all.

It was something you grew used to. Looking out for number one, that being yourself, was something that wasn't just instilled into you, but every hunter. Sure, some of them did partner up with eachother. Sure, some did help eachother out, but all of it was for selfish gains in the end. You only helped someone if you got something out of it. Perhaps it was more vials, a new weapon, or perhaps you just needed to get through an area and you couldn't do it by yourself. No one in Yharnam worked for the good of the community. They worked for themselves.

Those who aren't hunters always see hunters as the ones who work for them. That you and the others are in their debt, and in order to repay that debt you clean up the streets, but that isn't the case whatsoever. You might be helping Yharnam by slaughtering those nasty beasts, but you always do it for gains.

Did this make you a bad person? You questioned that millions of times, and not once did you ever find an answer.

It certainly seemed like this world knew the answer though. Twilight, and even her two precious mentors considering him to be 'too violent' and 'too childish.' What did they expect? For you to change your ways on a whim? Something that's been instilled into you for years on end, just gone at the push of a button?

You sighed.

You had more pressing things to worry about. It was already confirmed that beasts from your world are appearing in this one, and you've got to find out where they're originating from. Finding a good source of the bastards would get you some much needed vials, and also possibly a good fill-up on your cocktails. You've ran out already. Scanning the market-place, ignoring the eyes glued onto you, you search for anyone that might be of useful information.

There was a certain pony who was in control of what seemed to be a flower stand, and she was one of the few that didn't notice you. You began to make your way towards her, ponies moving out of your way without hesitation. The poor little thing was more than likely going to be terrified of your sudden presence, which was going to make for a slightly funny encounter.

"You have a good day too ma'am!" She told the customer that had just finished ordering flowers. She then turned to her flowers behind her, and set a new set of them onto the stand. She sighed, shook her head, and brought her eyes up, ready to greet the next customer before realizing it was you.

The wide-eyed, deer in headlights expression she gave you was priceless. "I-i-uh-"

You put both hands on the front of her stand, a move which caused her to shake slightly. "I was hoping that you'd be able to answer a few questions for me. Unless, you're too busy." You said, motioning to her flowers and her stand, to which she responded with a gulp. She seemed afraid that she would answer wrongly.

"N-Nope.. I-I-i'm all clo-closed up for the... the day."

"Good." You said, pulling out your journal. "What's your name?"

"I-uh-"

"Hm?"

She closed her eyes, slightly shaking still, and gave out a deep breath. "R-Roseluck."

You nodded. "Okay, Roseluck, I've got a couple of questions regarding some things in this town, or in that nearby forest. I'm going to show you a few pictures, and all you need to tell me is if you've seen them, or perhaps have heard rumors of them. Okay?"

She nodded.

You showed her the journal.

She stared at the drawn picture of the Mad One, and shook a little more than before. She then shook her head, looking up to you as if weighing if she answered wrongly, that you might get mad if she didn't know. You sighed, pulling the journal down. You flipped a couple pages. "This next one is a photograph. What about this?"

She squinted her eyes at the picture, trying to identify what it was, before shaking her head once again. You looked up to the sky, questioning whatever gods that were up there to atleast give you some sort of hand. Sure, you weren't exactly the most faithful, but damnit you deserved something atleast!

You set your journal away. "Alright. If you see any of those things, or hear about them, try to come find me. They're dangerous, and I'm trying to help with that. Hence why I carry around this big fucking thing-" You said, patting the hammer strapped to your back. Roseluck nodded slowly, as if now understanding you a little better.

"W-Well.. I'll try to be on a lookout. B-But, if I-I do happen to see one.. A-and no one's around, what do I do?"

You shrugged. "Go on the floor and play dead. It might not seem like it'll work, but it will."

She nodded. "A-Alright. Thank you."

You nodded, smiling under your mask despite giving her such an obvious lie. Of course playing dead would never work on a Mad One, or a Celestial. They'd tear you apart limb-to-limb, but they take more interest in playing with an enemy. One of those ways, is providing a goose-chase into a dead-end. It wasn't necessarily a lie to get her killed, but more of a lie to stop her from suffering such a helpless fate.

You swear it's actually a good thing.

"Now where to..." You questioned to yourself, looking around, about to take another step forward before feeling your foot hit against something. Something solid, and in your way. You looked down, eyeing the three considerably smaller ponies that were in your way. You stared at them, trying to remember where you might've seen them before.

The school, right?

"Can I help you?" You asked, a little annoyed about being blocked. Sure, you could just step over them, or around them, but you weren't going to submit to such bullies. You eye'd them still, as they seemed to teeter from side to side, almost excited.

"Well Mister, you seem a bit lost!" The small yellow one spoke up first, wearing a cute little bow. You also noticed that all three of them seemed to have a variation of the same butt tattoo, something that you hadn't seen in your recent stay in this world.

You shook your head lightly. "Not really lost, just don't know who to look for."

"Well, perhaps we could help?" The white one now spoke up.

"Sure. Know anyone who can help me find deadly monsters who want to eat or rip you all apart? If so, i'd be very grateful for you to point me in the direction of said person. If not, i'd be very thankful if you just moved out of the fucking way."

The three of them seemed to only hear a part of what you said, and ignored the rest.

"I'm Applebloom-" The yellow one said.

"Sweetie Belle-" The white one spoke after.

"Scootaloo!" The last, orange one yelled.

"Aaanndd~" Applebloom continued, "-we just might know who to talk to for that!"

You put your hands on your hips. Did three, presumably children or teenage ponies really know anyone who could help with such a thing? Sure, the surrounding adult populace would be the best bet to get any information, but banking on children giving you solid information?

You shrugged. What the hell else were you going to do?

"Alright then. Where?"

"Hope you're not too scared of the Everfree forest~! Luckily we've been in there a whole lot, so you won't have to worry about getting lost or nothin'!" The orange one boasted. She was definitely the egotistical type. The same exact type that you were. The type that you hated.

"Alright then. Lead the way, tiny people."

Author's Note

I'm not dead!