Sludge was on the computer, reading the information on it.

She hummed. “Hm, lucky for me, even if the only thing on here are the messages, there is some important information within them by whoever this computer is used by,” said the green mare.

In the messages from the owner of the computer, ‘Lock Switch’, to other ponies who seem to also live in the place, and vice-versa, it talks about the status of the facility.

Sludge crossed her hooves, looking serious. “Now I know exactly where I ended up thanks to that portal. I seemed to have been transported into some facility called ‘Stable 100’,” observed the green mare.

She started to feel frustrated at the information, but at least Sludge knew partly where she was.

The green mare groaned. “Fuck. This thing doesn’t let me know where this place is located,” said Sludge. “Besides, even if I get out of here, I wouldn’t know where the nearest town, city, or whatever is located.” She then looked up at the ceiling. “I’d need a trustworthy guide.”

“Then, how about I be your guide?” asked a male voice.

The green mare grabbed the revolver and pointed it at the pretty stallion that was on the floor, smiling while tied up with torn-up bed sheets. After checking the rooms, Sludge was able to find some worn out bed sheets, tore them up, and had used them to tie up his forelegs and hind legs separately, and then together, tightly, and even wrapped up the horn too in order to prevent him from using magic.

“You’re quite lucky I didn’t swing too hard or else I would have ended up dislocating your jaw,” she informed.

If she had made the effort, the green mare would’ve either literally broken, smashed part of, or disconnected the unicorn’s jaw completely. After all, she was pretty strong, which is why the green mare was able to hold back. The pretty stallion winced as he moved his jaw around a little. “Yeah, lucky me. All I have is a sore jaw, and I’ve been tied up by a beautiful mare,” said the unicorn, flirting.

The green mare looked at him with a straight face, unaffected. “Sorry, but I’m only interested in mares,” she said, in a blunt and serious tone.

The pretty stallion looked sad. “Aww. I thought my flirting would've worked on you,” he said, disappointed. The unicorn was only sad for a few seconds before he started smiling. “Anyway, my name is Funberry Zapplestream. What’s yours?”

The pretty stallion was only being friendly because seeing as how his flirting won’t work on Sludge, Funberry wanted to try and become friends with the green mare. She was silent as Sludge contemplated whether to tell her name to him. After a few seconds, the green mare decided on an answer.

“Sludge,” she said, simply.

The pretty stallion’s eyes had some curiosity in them. “No last name?” questioned Funberry, curious.

“Nope. Just Sludge,” said Sludge.

Seeing as how that was the only answer he was going to get from the green mare, Funberry gave off a friendly chuckle. “Well, it's nice to meet you, Sludge,” said the pretty stallion.

She was surprised. “He's either being sincere or an idiot…or both. Better keep an eye on him for now,” thought the green mare. Sludge decided to change the subject. “Let's backtrack to what you originally said before, about you being my guide. What did you mean by that?”

He winced from the pain in his jaw before continuing. “Well, after I woke up from being hit in the face with a table leg, I heard what you said about needing a guide. I was planning on leaving this place anyway after I looted it, but all I found before I met you was junk,” explained Funberry. “So I was wondering if you wanted a guide since we’ll both be leaving this place? I can teach you about some of the things that I know. After all, it wouldn't be good for anypony if you were to end up lost.”

The green mare thought about it, and knew that the pretty stallion was right. It was either trust him, and hoped Funberry will be useful to her, or travel through the land without a guide.

Sludge sighed loudly. “How do I know that I can trust you?” asked the green mare.

“Because I haven’t escaped yet? I mean, I could’ve just teleported out of these sheets, grabbed my stuff, and gotten away before you could even catch up to me,” the pretty stallion informed. “Unless you have a magic nullifier ring, I can still use my magic even while my horn is covered up. Well, except I can't use telekinesis, levitate things, do magic blasts, or even use certain spells.”

She looked at his face, seeing that Funberry was being completely honest. “Looks like he’s pretty honest, I guess, which pretty much works in my favor since I know that I can trust him,” thought Sludge. The green mare then sighed. “Fine, I'll trust you for now, but-” She then pointed the gun at the pretty stallion’s head. “-The moment you betray my trust, you're dead. Got that?”

Funberry nodded, still smiling.

“Then, you can teleport yourself out of that stuff I'd you can,” the green mare informed.

After hearing Sludge say that, his horn started to emit a light green-colored aura. Then, in a flash of light, the pretty stallion instantly teleported out of his bindings, leaving the torn-up bed sheets to fall onto the floor, and reappearing next to Funberry's hooves. After that, the pretty stallion started to stretch out his legs, trying to bring feeling back into them.

Once Funberry was done, he started to do weird motions with his hooves. “Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye. I Pinkie Promise that I won’t betray your trust,” said the pretty stallion.

She was confused once again when she saw him do that. “What was that?” asked Sludge.

Funberry started putting on his saddlebags. “That was a Pinkie Promise. My very long kind of Great Aunt Pinkie Pie created this special promise that she makes to her friends and other creatures, and it can be used by other ponies to make promises to their own friends too,” explained the pretty stallion. “If a Pinkie Promise is ever broken, then the pony who breaks it will lose their friend.”

Before the green mare could say anything, a voice that came out of thin air interrupted her.

“Forever~!” shouted a ghostly voice. It sounded female and was even coming from the same room where they were.

The voice coming out of thin air had shocked the both of them.

Sludge jumped out of the chair that she was sitting on, and started looking around, trying to see where the voice came from. “What was that?!” exclaimed the green mare, surprised.

As for Funberry, he got out of his shock. “I think somehow, my very Great Aunt Pinkie haunts me from the grave whenever I explain to someone about a Pinkie Promise,” explained the pretty stallion.

She went from shocked to confused. “How…?” asked Sludge.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I really have no idea, but I did hear from my mother that she was known to do impossible and crazy stuff back when she was alive. I guess contacting ponies from the afterlife does sound like something impossible that she can do after all,” said Funberry.

It was the only theory that the pretty stallion pretty much had. As for the green mare, she decided not to question it, seeing as it sounds headache-inducing enough.

“O-kay? I guess I’ll go with that theory,” said the green mare.

He decided to change the subject and ask Sludge about something that Funberry found curious. “By the way, you do know that that’s supposed to be held in your mouth in order to aim and shoot, right?” asked the pretty stallion.

She was silent. The green mare stared at him for a few seconds. “...What?” asked Sludge.

The pretty stallion nodded before pointing a hoof at the weapon in the green mare’s hoof. “Yeah. I don’t know where in Equestria you’re from where you shoot using your hooves, but in other places, we shoot using our mouths,” Funberry informed. “I don’t know if you’ll be able to hit anything if you shoot like that.”

She then stared at the weapon for a few seconds before staring back at him. “As soon as I find a sink, I am washing this thing and my hooves as well,” said the green mare. “Thanks for letting me know, but I think I’ll be fine if I shoot with my hooves instead of my mouth. Besides, you did have your mouth on this before me.”

The pretty stallion only shrugged a little while nodding. “I understand why you would feel that way,” said Funberry. “If you don’t want to use it, you can give it back to me, you know?”

Sludge put the gun into her saddlebags before throwing them onto her back.

“Yeah, I know, but I’ll be borrowing it temporarily. Just until I can get my hooves on another weapon so I can defend myself,” the green mare informed. She looked at him curiously. “Do you know any magic spells or something to defend yourself in case you’re in a fight?”

Funberry nodded. “I only know two spells, which are to create magic blasts, and the shield spell,” answered the pretty stallion. “I should’ve learned a few more attack and defense spells before I had left home. Then, I would’ve been ready for a fight.” He sighed. “Dad was right. I’m pretty much useless in a fight if I don’t know any other spell.”

The green mare gave off an impressed smile. “To be honest, those actually sound like pretty cool spells for you to know. Can’t wait to see you use them one day,” said Sludge. She then headed for the door.

The pretty stallion was surprised to hear that. He quickly trotted after the green mare.

“Hold on. You don’t think it’s dumb for me to not know any other spells for battle?” asked Funberry.

His question stopped her in the green mare’s tracks before Sludge could even trot into the hallway.

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, confused. “No. Why would I?” asked the green mare. “Besides, I have the feeling that you have some special skills other than knowing only a few magic spells.” Sludge then had a scowl on her face. “Anyone who thinks that it’s dumb for you to only know two battle spells or whatever should be ashamed of themselves.”

The pretty stallion was silent for a few seconds before smiling. “...Thanks,” he said.

The green mare smiled. “No problem,” she said. “Now, let’s get out of this place. Can you lead the way to the exit?”

Funberry nodded with a smile. “Sure,” he said.

The two started heading down the hallway, their futures unknown to the both of them.

Sludge:

• New Perks:

1. Uninterested Mare: +10% damage towards stallions, and charm from stallions has no effect.
2. Loyal Words: Saying and doing things that show loyalty towards your comrades and non-hostiles will increase friendship.

• Skill Note: Gained Traveling Companion (Funberry Zapplestrean)

Funberry Zapplestream:

• Perks:

1. Computer Odds: A random chance of successfully hacking a computer.
2. Mindful Compass: A mental compass that points one where they’re needed to go.
3. Heart of Laughter: Extra dialogue options obtained when meeting a friendly new face.
4. Flirtful Stallion: +10% damage towards the opposite sex and +15 Charisma when talking with mares.

• Skill Note: Gained Traveling Companion (Sludge).

Author's Note

What? I panicked when I was trying to think up a name for him. So, I mashed up four random words together and got his name.

Funberry Zapplestream is the descendant of one of Pinkie Pie's older sisters, Limestone Pie. Also, Pinkie Pie haunting from the grave whenever a Pinkie Promise is explained was added for laughs.

Funberry Zapplestream was drawn by ayveestars.

The Psychopath proofread this chapter.

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