Chapter 2: Interrogation, Part 2

Small Note: Words/Characters that are in parentheses and italics are thoughts.

{*Omniscient point of view, Ponyville Library*}

The human looked up from his helpless pose from the library floor. He struggled to get to his feet because his arms were magically tied behind his back, preventing him from balancing himself out properly. The thunderstorm continued to dominate Ponyville, the echoes of its thunder strikes ringing throughout the local area. Wild lightning bolts struck a few houses just for the rainwater to douse the flames a few seconds later. Fluttershy once again flew behind a green chair, cowering at the might of nature’s wrath.

The human was slightly disturbed by the un-natural weather, but rain was the least of his problems. His mind rushed to calculate the best possible action he had at hand.

(Grr, these stupid aliens got me tied up somehow! I can’t really do a thing until I find a way to get my hands free! How the heck did they manage to bind my wrists in the first place? I didn’t even see them get three feet near me, let alone get close enough to do anything to my arms! Furthermore, how did they do that floating bullshit a few seconds ago? I couldn’t move a muscle! Is it some kind of technology? I don’t see any machines nearby, and besides, they don’t even have hands to operate any kinds of machinery! Is it sorcery? I have no idea. All I can do now is play along with whatever they want to do with me, providing that they don’t want to do anything SICK with me, and hope for the best.)

Twilight watched the human with a steady eye as he hobbled to a couch in the ring of furniture she set up. He plopped himself down and lied down on his side, then quickly switching to sitting because he was uncomfortable lying down on his own arms. Fluttershy peeked out from her hiding spot. Twilight trotted over to a brown recliner and sat down while levitating a bunch of items needed for her next step: interrogation.

The human watched in shock as Twilight’s horn glowed a brilliant purple when a stack of papers, a quill and a pot of ink floated over to the coffee table in the centre of the furniture. She was straightening out the papers when she noticed the human’s expression displaying surprise.

(What? How? It’s that same thing that happened with the candle in the guest room I was in before! That alien’s horn glowed and the candle glowed and then it flew back to its original position! Now that I think about it, that thing’s horn glowed when I was floating too! I’m positive that all the floating and flying has to do something with that horn! Wait, it’s looking directly at me. I better reset my expression…)

The human turned away and cleared his throat, trying to look like he wasn’t looking in the purple unicorn’s direction at all. Twilight raised an eyebrow, wondering what exactly he was gawking at. Was it her magic? Didn’t it have magic in its world? All the questions she was asking herself, she would get to answer soon. In the corner of her eye, she saw Fluttershy meekly tip-hoof from behind the chair and sit back down on it. She kept her eyes hidden behind her long pink mane.

“First question.” Twilight announced, levitating a quill and dipping it into the ink pot. “What is the name of your species?”

In the back of Twilight’s mind, she knew that she could get all the answers she needed to know with a mind-probe, however, last time she did that she apparently died and went off to a strange white nothingness. Communicating with the creature was the only way to get some answers without trouble, assuming that the organism was co-operative with her questions.

Meanwhile, the human was also considering his answer carefully.

(Dang! Do I really have to answer questions? ‘Cause on one hand, if I answer the question honestly then it might use the knowledge against me later!... somehow. On the other hand, if I lie then I will have to remember that lie for the rest of the questions, and if I keep lying for the rest of the questions then I will have to remember multiple fake facts which I may or may not get mixed up later, thus blowing my cover and any remaining trust towards me! Or, I could go for the snappy comeback. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I’ma go for the snappy comeback.)

“What is this, twenty questions or something?” The human retaliated, making the best Scout impersonation he could manage.

“Answer the question!” Twilight snapped.

“Ok, ok! Jeez…” (Dang, that didn’t work out well at all. Guess I’m going to have to go with plan B!) “I’m a human, or more specifically, a Homo Sapiens.”

Twilight quickly wrote down the human’s answer.

“Question two. What is your given birth name, assuming that you ‘humans’ get one?”

The human gave a look of disgust on his face.

(What does it take me for? A non-sentient species? No! I’ve already proved that I can speak its language… somehow, but this is still a useless question! Well, actually, the alien probably knows nothing about humans, that’s why it’s asking me these questions. It probably doesn’t know what humans eat, what humans drink and what humans wear. Heck, it probably can’t tell if I’m male or female! I gotta give these questions a chance, and answer as truthfully as possible, so I have no regrets or lies later.)

“My name is Griffin Pearson.”

Twilight raised her eyebrow at the human’s words. She highly doubted that his name consisted of a species of her planet, especially since Griffins most likely don’t exist on the human’s home planet. Or do they? Twilight had no clue, so all she could do was shrug and add the information to her notes.

“Mmm, interesting. Question three. Are you male, or female, assuming your species has genders.”

(Yep, that confirms my theory.) “I am male” Griffin answered. He watched Twilight scribble down more notes. The only sounds in the room were the crackling of the fireplace, the scratching of Twilight’s quill and the rain hitting the windowpanes. Griffin Turned to look at Fluttershy. She was still hiding underneath her mane, but jumped and squealed when she saw Griffin’s eyes met hers. She shuffled in place to face the other direction.

(What’s up with it? Does it have some kind of problem with me?)

Griffin returned his gaze at Twilight. She was still writing down notes. He nervously fidgeted, then realized exactly how uncomfortable he was with his hands tied behind his back.

“Um, excuse me uh, miss. Could you please remove the bindings from my wrists? It’s starting to make my hands sore.”

Twilight looked up to address Griffin’s request. Would it be a good idea to release his arms? Who know what kind of chaos and destruction he could cause once he gets his hands free! He might just have some kind of devious trick up his sleeve! But then again, he seemed harmless so far and co-operated with her requests, so it’s not like he was going to attack her library or anything…

Twilight cast an un-binding spell, releasing a purple light from her horn that was directed at Griffin. He gasped then flinched, having no idea what the purple sorceress was doing. When he opened his eyes, he could feel the ties on his wrists.

“What the heck was that?” he inquired.

“What was what?”

“That thing you did that caused a bunch of light and then broke my hands free.”

“Oh, you mean my un-binding spell?”

“You’re WHAT???”

“My un-binding spell. It removed the binding spell that I had on your hands.”

Griffin looked dumbfounded. He could not even begin to believe that the alien in from of him was capable of ‘magic’ and used it on him more than once. He thought that magic doesn’t even exist. He thought that magic wasn’t support to exist. Not only did the unicorn’s ‘magic’ break several laws of physics, but made absolutely made no sense at all to the poor confused human.

“Why? *gasp* Does magic not exist in your world?” Twilight asked excitedly.

Before Griffin could conjure an answer, there was a loud slamming noise him, followed by a crackling thunderclap and a storm of squabbling voices.

“-Ah just can’ BELIEVE that ya’ll wouldn’ take two darn seconds out of yer life to NOT fret about that fru fru mane of e'urs!”

“*gasp* Applejack! There is no such thing as not fretting over a healthy, perfectly kept mane! Why, my mane is one of the main staples of my business! As a business mare, I have to keep my image in tip top shape! Out of all the ponies in Ponyville, I would thing that YOU would be the most understanding!”

The two ponies and the human sitting around the fire turned their heads to the source of the fighting.

“Oh dear…” Fluttershy peeped.

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