Comber was walking home in a town. That town was called Flustered Town. He was with his best friend Nome. They had worked a very long shift. Normal colts would be tired but Comber wasn’t, it only felt like he ran more than he did assassinating ponies. Nome was tired but relief the day was finally almost over. He definitely glad his shift was done.

“What a long day, don’t you think so Comber?”

“By long you mean boring day Nome?”

Nome laughed. Remembering what they changed his job to.

“Yeah it was boring, especially my job. I have no freaking clue why they change my position from harvester to janitor, so stupid!”

Comber didn’t like that place. The workers there if you would call them that and not just simply killers that are so miserable to be around. They act has they are all high and mighty because of their job but they aren’t, all workers have a rank there and nearly all of them ain’t as high as they think.

“I’m leaving that filthy pathetic place when I’m finished my martial arts training with my masters.”

Nome was shocked. He said he was leaving this place, but no pony ever leaves this place and survives. What is Comber thinking about!? Even with mastery of martial arts there’s no way he can take on 350 workers.

“No Comber, you know you can’t leave that place. Don’t you know how many kil-I mean workers are there!? It’s...

Nome started to whisper, gulping before he does so.

"It's suicide if you do."

Nome almost exposed their jobs, he didn’t want other ponies who don’t work at his job know what he and Comber do. Comber closed his eyes and looked down, smirking.

“You’re right Nome. It takes a lot of planning and trust me I been doing a lot of that. Simply there is too many workers however... You would have to wait for the moment arrives. Let’s change the topic Nome.”

Nome was worried Comber was going to be rash as well as stupid and get himself killed. Comber was right. They need to change the subject. Nome had an idea what to.

“Could you possibly train me Comber? Train me to be better, as a fighter and employee?”

Comber was shocked a pony would ask him for lessons. He smirked. Sure why not?

“I’ll teach you, but that would be tomorrow, and it won’t be a cake walk. If you’re hungry, I’ll treat you to the restaurant in this town.”

Nome wanted to laugh but didn’t. Comber said it ain’t going to be a cake walk yet he asks him if he wants to go to a restaurant to treat him.

“*laighter* Well... I thought you normally don’t eat Comber?”

Comber kept his smirked. Nome was right, most food are unhealthy for your body to digest so he has spells for that.

“I don’t. That’s why I said if (you) are hungry Nome.”

Nome smiled. He was famished, but Comber doesn’t have to spend his bits on him. He’ll pay it himself.

“I am hungry, didn’t eat the lunch service today. I’ll pay for it, not you Comber, don’t waste your bits on me.”

“What are you talking about, I have too many for my rank and the two jobs I normally work.”

Nome reluctantly accepted Comber’s offer.

“Fine, if you insist.”

Comber and Nome turned east, where they met the restaurant. They both walked up the stone stairs and through the glass doors. When they walked in they saw a lot of colts munching on burgers and sandwiches. Those poor cows Nome thought. Comber saw a lot of colts in black leather uniforms with metal spikes on them, some had black shades on. He noticed some of the workers there from his job. They sat down to the left at a table that was rectangle shape and blue. The seats was red and made of natural brown wood. Nome sat across from Comber, taking a looked at the menus and knew what he’ll order.

“I’ll guess I’ll have the daisy sandwich.”

Nome looked up with no shocked to see Comber’s magic around himself and a spell cast, some ponies saw him do that, why is he using magic at a restaurant? Restaurants are made for chatter and eating not spells.

“You performed a nutrition spell didn’t you?”

“Likewise.”

“Howdy, what would you like to order?”

A white mare with a teal mane color asked. Her mane had two ponytails that was hanging down on both sides of her head. She was wearing white straps and black apron.

“I not here to order, but he is.”

Comber pointed a hoof at Nome.

“Alrighty then, what would you like to order sir?”

Comber thought she thought he was a young teen, he wasn’t, he was normal size as a colt, but his facial expressions must-have thrown her off. She probably thinks Nome’s Comber’s father. That’s funny but so wrong.

“I’ll take a daisy sandwich and some water.”

“Alrighty, that would be-!?”

Comber grabbed 20 bits and put it on the table for her. It was only 8 bits, what the buck?

“Keep the extra bits.”

The mare took the bits, and thanked Comber before walking off, she didn’t have to pull her notepad out and pencil. It was only a daisy sandwich and water.

“You know you are too far generous to work at that place you know Comber?”

Comber kept his normal expression.

“I do it not for ponies’ to owe me, I do it because I feel like that’s what they deserve. She probably was a waitress her whole life.”

“Wait so I’m deserving.”

“Well you not like the rest of the workers and you been my friend since fillyhood and grew up with a similar curse.”

Nome smirked. What curse is he talking about because if he’s talking about working at the wicked place, then he’s not wrong.

“What curse are you talking about Comber?”

“Both of them. The slow aging which I was just born with and your Cruse from our job.”

“Oh you mean the youth curse.”

Comber shook his head slowly up and down. The waitress came back with a tan tray with the water and daisy sandwich on it, pushing the tray slowly and with a smile and close eyes.

“Enjoy your meal!.”

“Sure do.”

Nome thanked the mare before picking up the sandwich ready to eat it. Nome took a bite, it was as good as always. Comber leaned back on his chair and watched Nome eat.

“How’s the sandwich Nome?”

Nome finished chewing his food in his mouth.

“Pretty darn good as usual.”

Nome ate the rest of the sandwich and took a drink of his water with 3 ice cubes in it. He left a spit of water in the medium size glass cup.

“Glad to hear it, you’re finished?”

“Yes, thank you very much Comber for your kindness. You definitely don’t get that from your father.”

Nome smirked. Comber didn’t like ponies talking about his father; because normally they don’t because his name instilled fear into them. Nome knew Comber’s father, he met him a couple of times and he didn’t seem that scary as ponies make him out to be.

“You’re right Nome.”

Comber chuckled. Comber remember what Coomber did to a colt’s jaw, that was brutal. Didn’t Nome say he was famished

“You ready to go or are you still hungry as you told me?”

Comber sarcastically asked Nome. Nome smiled with gratitude.

“Yes, I was exaggerating. Whenever you’re ready?”

“I could sense that.”

Comber chuckle a little. Nome got up and walked towards the door, Comber fallowed him. It was time to go home, and enjoy the rest of their day. A colt walked in front of the door, blocking Nome. What was he doing? Being spiteful?

“Excuse me sir, I think you’re in my way?”

Nome asked politely. Attempting to go around the other side. The colt blocked him again. Comber knew that was a worker at his job. This is exactly why he can’t stand them. Two more colts joined along side with the other colt, all three gray, with smirks. Each one of their manes was blue, 1 lighter blue, one darker blue. 2 had green eyes and one had yellow eyes. They looked so stupid.

“No, how about bits first?”

The restaurant attention turned to the front doors. What was going on now? Another fight or robbery? Nome smirked.

“Yeah, right, you ain’t getting my bits by just trying to intimate me-!”

Comber pulled Nome behind him. He had an annoyed expression. One of the colts realized who that was, no, not that colt!

“I suggest you there move.”

The middle colt laughed.

“Or what?”

Putting his face in Comber’s face. A colt tapped the middle colt on the back, making him turn around and look at him.

“What!?”

“Not that colt, trust me not him.”

The colt whispered to the middle colt, who turned his attention back on Comber with the same confident expression, oh he remembers now who that is, payback time for being favored.

“I remember you Comber, the leader’s pet, well... I let you go outside with your pathetic waste cleaner friend, but I’m going to buck you up.”

The colt said moving aside and indication with a hoof to go outside.

“Come on Nome!”

Comber walked past the colt, a little irritated by him. The colt attempted to hit Comber, who walked down a stair and avoided the attack, Nome fallowed him down the stairs, then the the three colts. The middle one ran directly at Comber, Comber turned around, dodging the punch. The colt attempted to punch Comber again, Comber grabbed his hoof and at the joint slamming it down, spraining it. The colt grunted and elbowed Comber in the face, Comber with quick reaction time punched him in the face, grabbing the colt’s face and kneeing it; not letting go of the head he lifted him up by the head and flipped him behind him. The colt hit the ground hard, spitting blood up; he attempted to get up but a hoof stomped on his hoof. The colt yelled in pain. Comber bent down and looked in the leader colt’s face.

“Block the doorway ever again and I promise you, you won’t be standing anymore.”

Comber threatened the leader colt who was in shock and fear. Nome smiled, the smile turned to fear and anxiety when Comber sinisterly looked at the colt, he ran over there fast.

“Comber don’t!”

“Hey, idiots, kill that... Bastard!”

The leader colt told his two hench colts. Who was scared but gulped their spit down and decided to run at Comber. The part time assassin shook his head.

“Are all you drunks stupid?”

Comber asked with annoyance, his eyes turning on the colts running at him from behind. Comber turned around quickly and dodged the colts, the colts stopped and turned around slow and with a ton of force attempted to punch Comber, Comber smirked, he ducked then teleported under them and uppercut the colts in the stomachs. A colt used his horn to pick up Comber.

“Celestial cancel!”

“What!?”

Comber spun three times in the air and landed back on all four hoofs, looking down then up with a serious expression at the two colts still using a hoof to hold their stomachs in pain.

“Guess it’s time to end this?”

Comber sinister smirk. The part time assassin ran at them, they put their guard up;

(”They’re fools, that not even a stance!”)

Comber thought to himself before punching them both in the face, doing a 360° turn and elbowing them both in the face.

“Buck you!!”

The middle colt jumped behind Comber, who tried to react in time but was stabbed in the back. Comber couldn’t help but let out a groan in pain, first time in decade since he felt a pain like that. Nome was ran to help Comber.

“Stay out of this Nome!”

Nome stopped, he never heard Comber yell at him like that. Comber used his magic to grab the hoof colt before squatting down until the knife slipped out; after turning around to see the middle colt.

“Oh now you’ve done it...”

Comber said with calm anger before sprinting at the colt, who try to stab him in the face, Comber dodge and grab the hoof with the knife, disabling him of the knife. Comber punched him in the face, then grabbed him by the neck and headbutted him, fallowing the headbutted with a quick kick the left side of the colt’s temple, before the colt fell, with such good reaction time Comber grabbed the colt by the face squeezing it, blood started to come out of the colts eyes that was bloodshot. Comber lifted the colt up by the face and turned to his colt friends.

“All three of you, are all pathetic!”

Comber said with rage, using his magic to heal his back wound. Comber squeezed hard, causing the colt to muffle in pain. Comber slammed the colt down by the back of the head, before stomping on his chest, break the ribs, 2 of the ribs stuck out from the chest. The part time assassin let go of the leader colt. He walked towards the other two colts, using a hoof to crack his neck.

“Now, who wants a similar treatment?”

The colts, was afraid of Comber; every step he took they back away.

“Are you scared? Look at you both, so terrified. Pathetic.”

“Buck you!”

The colts said together before charging at Comber, Comber sighed. They always charge in together, what morons, their necks are in length of both of his hoofs too. Comber grabbed them both by the neck before they could land their punch on his face. He lifted them by their necks.

“Ready to join your leader?”

Comber sinister asked with wicked intentions. The colts attempted to bite him, nearly biting Comber. Comber who was annoyed by their style of combat started bashing their heads together, side by side then front by front.

“Hahahaha. You both are reminding me of toys.”

Comber bashed their heads together one last time with full force, knocking them out, blood leaking down their heads. Comber tossed both of them towards the leader, one laying on his stomach and the other laying on his side. Comber turned to them and spit on the leader’s head. He walked towards Nome.

“Pathetic robber workers.”

Nome worried Comber killed them, he’s not allowed, he hoped that he didn’t kill them.

“Are they still breathing Comber?”

Comber sighed, hoof palming.

“Yes, although if it was my choice I wouldn’t let them.”

Comber told his friends. He spotted four by standers watching him, he turned his face to them with a sinister glare.

“They attempted to rob my friend, so I simply defended him. Now none of you try going to the police because of this, because you know who I am, and you know what would happen if you do?”

The bystanders face went blue shaking their heads before running into their homes. Comber turned his head back to Nome.

“Let’s go Nome.”

“Ye-yes.”

Nome and Comber walked away from the restaurant. Comber calming his annoyance and anger and Nome still startled from what he watched. He seen him beat bullies in school badly, so this wasn’t much of a shock but although still starling to watch and here his anger. Nome knew Comber can get more angry than that but glad he didn’t.

“Thanks for sticking up for me in the restaurant. Here.”

Nome reached into his bag and grabbed a small bag of bits, he went to hoof it to Comber.

“Nome, I don’t want your bits, friend. Keep them.”

“O-okay!”

“Have a great night Nome.”

“See you tomorrow Comber!”

Comber smirked before Nome started running to the right and down to his home. He wanted to get home before but after what Comber did, he desperately wanted to get home. Comber turned his head to his watch, turning it on and seeing a notification.

(”Who’s Tony?”)

Comber saw the address, a devious smirk appeared on his face, it’s sad earthpony assassins have to run there, while he can teleport and leave no hoof steps, especially in the snow. Comber teleported out of his town and to his victim’s location.

Author's Note

This is the history of the legendary assassin Comber! Hopes you like the first chapter of the story!