601 Corn Neck Road

Time: 4:52 PM EDT (Eastern Daylight Time)
Date: January 4, 2024
Location: 921 Bear Hill Road, Dover-Foxcroft, Maine, USA
POV: Carl Votomopa

As we finished watching the 2nd Independence Day, a thought occurred to me. I should demonstrate guns to Twilight. I know she obviously saw them in the movies, but those aren't always accurate.

"Hey, Twi?"

"Yeah?"

"Wanna see guns?"

"Well, yes, but I already saw them in the movies. Also, I'm amazed that your species has the ability to project such a big thing into such a small, by comparison, thing! And did the alien invasion actually happen?"

"First of all, no, it did not happen. Second of all, guns depicted in movies aren't always accurate."

"Oh. Well then, sure, I can see a demonstration!"

"Ok good. Mark?"

*snort*"Huh? wha? whadda you want?" Mark says sleepily. He fell asleep in the first half of the political part, while me and Twilight were talking about politics. Apparently politics is a very boring thing to him.

"Where do you keep your guns?"

"Oh, in the shed outside, it's unlocked. Now, *yawn* I'm tired, so goodnight."

"Goodnight." Me and Twi spoke at the same time. As we walk out to the shed, I grab some more goldfish, and offer some for Twilight. When she takes some and eats it, her face lights up in joy and immediately asks for more. I tell her no because it's the only box of goldfish Mark has. When we get to the shed, I grab a .22 rifle, for the quiet noise it makes and the minimal recoil.

"So, Carl. How do guns work?"

"Well, basically, you put a bullet in the mag," I take out a bullet for the .22, as well as the mag for it, and put it in the mag," like this. Then you load it with the bullet tip facing the direction of the barrel, the long black thing, chamber the round," I push the mag inside the rifle and chamber the round, "And pull the trigger," when we get to the shooting range Mike has, I aim the gun at the nearest target, "Now, Twilight. Look at that target over there, and measure the time it takes for the loud sound the gun makes and a hole to appear in the target, ok?"

"Ok, I'm ready."

"Good." I flip the safety off, and pull the trigger and hit a perfect bullseye from 50 feet away. Twilight jumps a little at the noise, but that's nothing to be ashamed of. I also jumped a bit the first time. Then a look of shock blooms on her face as she looks from the gun to the target.

"Tha- that was less than a second! Not even the most powerful arrow shooter we have can beat that! How?!"

"It's simple, when you pull the trigger, it releases a pin inside the firing mechanism, striking a cool little piece of engineering called a primer, that sends sparks down into the bullet casing, that houses the gunpowder, and the powder ignites so fast and in such a small area that it creates a mini explosion inside and pushes a very small piece of metal, about the size of my pinkie nail, or smaller, at very high speeds. I assume you know what MACH means?"

"Yes, it's the unit of measurement stating at what speed an object is at relative to the speed of sound, why?

"Well, guns can shoot those tiny metal pieces at MACH 4."

Time: 11:03 AM PDT
Date: January 4, 2024
Location: 3365 Descanso Drive, APT 2, Los Angeles, California
POV: Calvin McKinley

"What's going on man?"

"Well, I was just patrolling the Hollywood sign when me and Jeff encountered them. They just stepped out of a bush and asked for a ride, so I promised him McDonalds for a month, and brought them here.

"I know, I know, but why?

"They seemed like nice people."

"...Eh, reasonable. I would do the same thing."

"Ok, so, are we done?"

"Yeah, yeah I guess so. Let's introduce ourselves." When we walked out of my room, we found them in various places in the apartment. The energetic one was inspecting the cooking equipment, marveling at the automatic sink, waving her hand under it repeatedly and getting it soaked every other wave giggling. The quiet one was looking at the pictures of animals we have on the wall that Josh took pictures of while hiking. The one that held herself with importance was rooting through the coat closet, trying them on and then taking them off all the while muttering to herself. The tomboyish one was on the couch, staring at the tv with curiosity. The one that looked like she had been living on a farm her whole life was also on the couch, looking like she's trying to make sense of how it works. And finally, the one that looks like their mother was on the balcony, looking out into the sun with a concerned look on her face, no idea why, its just the sun.

"Soo, uh. Hey everyone," Josh said, they all looked over at him with the motherly one walking into the building, "I'm Josh Henderson, and this is Calvin McKinley. I think we are gonna be housing you for a bit, so 2 of you can take the guest room, while the rest can find comfortable places around the apartment, except for my and Calvin's room. Those are off limits. Guest room is down the hall over there as well as the bathroom. But we are kinda tight on money right now so you better get something to make money soon, ok?" A chorus of "Ok"'s echoed through the living room,

"Before you go, we need your names so we know who you are ok?"

"Alright! My name is Pinkie Pie!" The energetic one said 'huh, weird name, wonder if they're all gonna have weird names.' I thought

"I'm Applejack."

"I'm Rarity."

"I-I'm Fluttershy"

"I'm Rainbow Dash!"

"And I'm Celestia Dawn, nice to meet you." 'Goddamn it brain, you jinxed it!'

"Nice to meet you too," I said," Now, I think I'll go on a small walk now, see ya soon!"

Time: 10:22 AM
Date: January 4, 2024
Location: 601 Corn Neck Road, Block Island, Rhode Island, USA
POV: Special Agent Jackson Fairfield, CIA

'Why did it take an entire day since the storm to send some men over to investigate? God, I fucking hate bureaucracy.' I thought as I knocked on the front door of the house, with agents from the CIA and FBI standing behind me, ready to sweep the house. We shut down the airspace of this place at 8:30 AM so no flights went in or out except for 2 flights, A Piper-PA-32-300 that makes tourist flights daily, and a Cessna 172 flight, under the callsigns EJ100 and Cessna-4235 respectfully. No way to get them out of the air really, I don't have the authority.

"Alright, since no one's answering the door, we are going to break in without damaging anything! Copy?"

"Copy!"

"Alright, good. I want 5 men on each side, prepared to infiltrate through the windows. MOVE OUT!"