Flustered Town's Origin

Coomber searched for his job; the pony had to be in this town; that’s what location his specialized watch gave and it’s never wrong; he is the one to craft and improve it over the years. Coomber had nostalgia; this town reminds him much of his town: Flustered Town; well at least the view did. The ponies didn’t; they were kind and nice and he wouldn’t fit in very well with his town. He’s not malicious or wicked, he rather be alone, especially when working on a job even though they are easy. Coomber saw a colt stepped on a wooden plank, the board smacking up in his face.

(”Moron.”)

Coomber bluntly thought. The colt rubbed his face in pain, he didn’t scream. His nose was bleeding; the colt ran into the bar to grab a tissue. He knew he doesn’t need medical attention. Luckily that plank didn’t have any pointy components on it or he’ll be in the hospital or if the plank went a little higher, maybe even dead? Coomber turned his attention back to his job. He didn’t care what happened to that colt, in fact, he’s stupid for not paying attention to his surroundings; he’s definitely not a martial artist. Coomber spotted his victim, the colt had a blue mane and blue tail; the eyes were lift blue and his coat green with a rough texture, the same as the mane and the tail. He seriously looks like a Heart Warming Eve propaganda pony; that holiday sucks. Coomber kept a hoof on his knife, he was ready to end his job; he usually talks to them to find out why somepony would want them dead. It always good to know if it’s pettie. He will not show any compassion to his job. That'll shows weakness and will cause the job to be unsuccessful and you’ll be arrested for attempted murder; not like he’s worried about the authorities; he rather not have to injure or possibly kill any more ponies; he does that too much and often. The job already made his way inside his house; he must’ve carried groceries inside because he had 4 bags with him when he went inside. Coomber thought up a good strategy for this one; block out the volume from inside the house, appear in the house and assassinate him. Pretty basic. Coomber casted an invisible barrier around the house with magic. No more sound escape the interior of the house. Coomber teleported inside, in the living room of the job, who turned around in shocked; theirs no way that’s the assassin Coomber who failed not a single job. If it is, then that streak is over and he’ll put him in the hospital or hand him over to the authorities?

“By the view you’re giving me, I assuming you know who exactly I am? Are you ready?’

Coomber said with high confidence; he might not look like he would give trouble but this assassin ain’t fooled, he can see right through him.

(”He’s very cocky for a assassin; okay, most assassins possessed that trait, but he already speakers if I was dead”)

The colt searched for any items that’ll come in assist; he spotted a few and has planned how to use them. He knows he can’t flee, one because he will follow him and be inclined to end him quicker and two because he most likely put a spell up around the house that keeps him and nosie out of this town’s ponies’ ears.

“Why would somepony want you-!?”

The green coated Unicorn kicked over the table, pushing it towards the assassin, who decides to jump over it and catch himself on one hoof! While he performed those actions, the target have gotten the items he planned with; he even got a knife from the kitchen. He’ll have to kill him otherwise he wouldn’t stop hunting him down and attempting to kill him. Coomber grabbed his knife. He could kill him right know, but wants to know this colts plan; why would he grab those items in a periodic order? The colt threw 3 books at Coomber; the assassin ran out of the way with fast speed; the colt teleported with magic behind Coomber and punched him in the head; coomber grabbed his hoof and threw him to the ground, swinging his knife down to the job’s chest; the colt teleported away and landed o the table, crushing the weak wood material; he grabbed two legs of the table and threw one at Coomber; he ducked and charged the colt, who jumped up and tried to stab Coomber in the back with the table legs; the table legs was sharp like a stake. As the legs stuck into the floor, breaking two floor boards up. Coomber noticed the floor boards and thought of a fun perfect strategy to kill him. The colt used the legs to swing himself to the assassin; faking to attack him with a two hoof kicked. That assassin to turned his head to avoided it; the colt smirked, he had fell into the trap, which might be his end? The target teleported onto the wall and quickly jumped off, tackling the unprepared assassin; he quickly grabbed the knife he took from the kitchen and stabbed it at the assassin’s chest; Coomber stopped the knife with a hoof and kicked him in the face; he let go of the hoof which earned him a laceration in the chest. Only his fur was scathed. Coomber was annoyed now. The job will be finished no matter the price. Coomber grabbed his knife; the colt being alerted of this and tried to kill Coomber with a mighty roar, attempting to jab his knife from the kitchen into the intruder assassin, but was slapped in the left side of the face. He was then slapped in the right side of his face, following next was a kicked to the face. The colt flew and hit the wall. The target was bleeding from his mouth, he brushed off the pain; he knows there’s trouble, geez, don’t have to remind him pain. He lifted the two staked legs and blasted them at Coomber; the assassin stomped on the floor boards and knocked the stake out of trajectory and made it penetrate into the celine. Coomber quickly teleported to the unexpected colt and stabbed him in the left side of the neck. The knife lacerated his left major artery to the brain. Blood trailed down his neck and onto the floor as the wound gushed. Some of the dying colt's blood got on Coomber. The assassin didn’t care because he works around this oxygen rich blood all he time. Coomber ripped his knife out of his target's throat. The dying colt fell to his right. Coomber liked the fact he tried to dodge his fatal attack and he predicted it.

“You’ll... Pay... For your crimes... In Tart-! Tartarus!”

The dying colt proclaimed, spitting blood up in his sentence. He really hated that he lost this battle and that cocky assassin got his way with him; he wished for this assassin to pay, pay in blood someday. As he died leaned up against the now misplaced couch, more than half of his blood volume had leaked from his body. As his brain died from lack of oxygen... the colt’s eyes slowly blurred out of vision. The last thing he saw was that assassin's grimace face.

(”He was a fun job. I had to hold back a significant amount otherwise. Now let’s see if there’s another one?”)

Coomber was satisfied completing this job. he wasn’t worried he would die this target. Do you know how many jobs babel that much nonsense? He casted a spell to clean all evidence for he crime; it also cleaned himself: It was the clean spell. After he clicked on his watch, allowing probes to crawl out and around the house cleaning and destroying anytype of evidence left. After they finished and scanned the dead colt, pixelizing him into the watch, Coomber recalled them all with a single tap of his hoof. Coomber quickly teleported himself behind the dumpster and tapped his watch. The corpse repixel itself in the dumpster disposal container. That colt is the 10th one to tried to kill him with a knife in the past 2 days. Coomber turned on his watch again and viewed the screen, no new jobs was accounted for.

(”Guess I’ll see what Blade is up to?”)

Coomber guessed what his friend was doing, he was most likely meditating up that slope the left to the organization. Guess that where he starts the search. Coomber doesn’t think so. Coomber picture the organization, going up the slope on the left of the organization. Coomber used magic to teleport to his location. He had a feeling that was where Blade was.