Chapters Arc 1: Start of a new Adventure
Arc 1: Start of a new Adventure
“Alright Scootaloo! Just remember what I said! Flap flap flap,” Rainbow Dash shouts.
“Got it!” Scootaloo exclaims in reply.
Taking the leap of faith off the high and dangerous cliff, Scootaloo effortlessly failed and hit the ground in the face. She didn’t flap hard enough. Rainbow Dash suppresses a laughing fit. “Don’t worry squirt. When I first learned how to fly, I kept landing face-flat too.”
Rainbow Dash left out the fact that it never happened on a ditch jump, and never at all the first place. Scootaloo sighs.
"Rainbow Dash! We have been trying for about a few weeks now. When am I going to learn!” She whines.
“Later Scootaloo I got weather duty tomorrow. I will see you tomorrow,” Rainbow Dash tells Scootaloo. “Oh, and don’t you have somewhere to go?”
“Yes!” Scootaloo remembers. “My friends are having a sleepover at the clubhouse! See you later Rainbow Dash, I got to go.” She retrieves her backpack with a different mooc. “I’ll be sure to be there tomorrow” Scootaloo then launches like a rocket on her scooter.
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After taking swift turns and stunts, Scootaloo then starts passing the apple trees of Sweet Apple Acres. She then makes it to the clubhouse. Scootaloo then walks into the clubhouse.
“SCOOTALOO! YOU'RE LATE!”
“Come on Apple Bloom, I was taking flight lessons from Rainbow Dash,” Scootaloo says.
“Well we’ll miss the shower,” Apple Bloom says dropping a book she borrowed from Twilight. “And one will occur tonight!”
Scootaloo looks at the book. “Ok, but why can’t we ask Twilight to watch us and teach us about the stars and this meteor shower?”
“‘Cause we don’t want a boring lecture from Twilight!” Apple Bloom complains. “We need to earn our cutie marks ourselves.”
“But does that usually involve us getting covered in tree sap?”
“Well... Hey I think I see the shower starting!”
Scootaloo heads to the food table. Popcorn, fruit punch, and apples (not surprisingly) are sorted neatly on the table. Taking an apple, Scootaloo then walks to the watch tower to watch the star show. Getting the sleeping bag she owns out of her bag.
The night sky then streaked with white lines. “It’s beautiful...” Sweetie Belle comments before the group looks at their flanks.
“Aww. Can we ever earn our cutie marks!” Sweetie Belle whines.
“Don’t whine like your sister, we’ll get it sometime,” Apple Bloom says. “How ‘bout we identify them star constellations.”
“Great idea!” Scootaloo agrees.
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“Well, we didn’t get our marks, but now we know our constellations!” Scootaloo says tiredly to brighten the dreary feeling off her friends.
“Let’s just go to bed,” Sweetie Belle tiredly replies. “Right now I think I am seeing a Ursa Major flying in the sky.” She then walks back into the main clubhouse where the sleeping bags are, with Apple Bloom. She gave up a while ago.
“Alright.” Scootaloo keeps looking at the window.
“Whatever.” Sweetie then gets into her sleeping bag haphazardly. Still glancing at the window, Scootaloo sees a lone star falling from the sky.
“I wish I can fly, and I also wish-” Scootaloo then stops when she notices that the meteor is now falling into the apple farm. Scootaloo hides in her sleeping bag, thinking that would save her. Scootaloo waited for the meteor to hit the ground. Waited longer. Thinking it’s safe, she gets out from the covers and checks.
As soon as Scootaloo looks outside, an electrical roar echoes through in her ears.
“Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom. Wake up!”
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On another planet, a Q-man (as the locals call him) is running through a dark rainforest. His lungs burning with flame, so the man slows down to catch his breath before the wood from a nearby tree explodes next to his face. The splinters cut his face, but he shouts, “Fatuus! You missed!” before running again.
Bark explodes left and right after the the first shots rang out. Soon a log came in front of the man. For the situation he is in, slowing down is fatal, but the risk is worth it. As the Q-man gets on the ground, the log blows off the tree. The humanoid screamed in pain, and he feels his organs crush. As soon as the shots stop, the humanoid takes a good, hard stare at a group of five, leathery-skinned, bipedal reptiles.
“So... What to we have here? A q-men?” The leader questions.
“Hu. Man. How hard is it to pronounce it anyways?” The human says with sass.
“Very hard in our tongue, and soon it will not matter anyways.” The leader of the group reloads his rifle, which now contains explosive rounds, and lights a cigarette. The leader has finally tracked him down, and he aims his rifle at his head. His comrade will be avenged, and now he pul-
“Hey Greenie,” says the mercenary next to him. “I know you have personal reasons against him, but if you blow his head open he’ll have no worth.”
“Alright,” The leader hesitates for moment. “Let’s go for our bounty!” The leader draws his hacksaw. “Aren’t you even intimated?”
“Please,” The human replies. “I had worse experiences.”
“Yeah but I’m not cold blooded,” replies the human, in intense pain.
“Not literally,” the reptile states coldly. .The leader then gets to the work. And out of all the noises, the human didn’t make a peep.
The leader collects his head and open fires at the body. To the leader, it isn’t the same, but he doesn’t care. As soon as the group leaves, an apparition forms of the recently deceased human.
Well, I screwed up. The ghost thoughts. Note to self; make sure when protecting someone that he is not an escaped convict.
Now a wanted criminal in the entire planet, that human flies off the ground. Going into space, the human choses a star. I pick , The being thought with consideration. This one!
The being starts to rocket to the location. With no possible resistance at all (being made of pure energy he calls “Life Power”), the being easily breaks through the two barriers of speed without making a sound.
After an hour of traveling over ten times the speed of light, the being finally reaches his destination. With a watchful eye, the being observes if there is any planets that can handle him. The being totally recalls when he attempted to reincarnate himself in a barren planet.
It seems this planet is green. Now a good planet to reincarnate, he prepares to land. Noli oblivisci quid sis notandum. He reminds himself in Latin, the only language that makes him feel like he is home. Taking a look, he takes a burst of faith on a nearby area of land that he can see.
As the being gets closer, he notices trees planted in a farm-like fashion. But before observing, he hits the ground hard, splattering his energy everywhere. Resembling himself, the being gets to his reincarnation business. Soon tiny sparks ejects out from his energy body, and quickly escalates into a power surge. After he materializes, his bald, pale, new body forms.
Using his new body, he stands up. Taking a good look in the environment he is in before falling face-flat to rest because of the strain of making his body.
*****
“Scootaloo, this ‘magic blast’ better do something to earn our cutie marks,” Sweetie Belle complains as she walks out.
“I am sure of it! this will be the easiest way to earn them for sure!” Scootaloo says confidently.
“Whatever. I just want my cutie mark,” Apple Bloom says grumpily. “It’s also cold out here too.” Soon they see a crater of dirt. With the full moon out, they see a cream-colored rock in the center. The three fillies stop dead when they glance at the rock.
“What is it?” Sweetie Belle says in awe.
“I don’t know,” Apple Boom replies.
“Let’s take a closer look,” Scootaloo says eagerly.
The group then surrounds the rock, and start to see it is not a rock, but an alien. Scootaloo compares the alien’s body to a minotaur’s. But unlike the minotaur, he has no fur and is not very muscular. “Is it living?” Sweetie Belle wonders quietly in front of her friends.
“I don’t know,” Scootaloo whispers, and pokes the creature.
The creature opens his eyes. The trio stops in shock and looks at it. The creature then raises his hand and smiles. The creature then stands up before them, revealing how big he is.
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle scream in unison and towards the clubhouse. Hoping the creature isn’t chasing after them, they look back to see nothing. Seeing the clubhouse in front of them, Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom race towards the door. Opening, shutting, and locking it as swiftly as they can.
“Phew, I think we lost him right Apple Bloom.” Sweetie Belle says in a nervous tone.
“Right. You got that Scootaloo. We were lucky that we escaped and-” Apple Bloom pauses in mid speech, noticing somepony is missing. Looking around, Apple Bloom notices a lack of orange color in the room. Apple Bloom then looks outside, with no orange color to be seen.
“Do you remember seeing Scootaloo?” Apple Bloom asks fearfully.
“No,” Sweetie replies in fear.
Apple Bloom, looking outside, drops a stare at the window. “Oh. Sweet. Celestia.”
*****
Haec est mala. The creature thought as he chases a little orange pony through the apple fields. Just what I need, a chase to communicate to a pony that I need. Catching up, the creature would have a chance to communicate to the pony, but he didn’t expect one thing. The fence post that lines the entire farm. The creature then slams into and flips over the peg of the fence. Mea inguine....
The creature then looks at the little pony, running away from him. Using all his will, the creature gets up and runs, but not as fast as before. This is going to be a long night. Lustus quis ego necessarius.
*****
Scootaloo gallops as fast as her limbs could take her. I’ll be safe at Fluttershy’s! I am almost there! Then Scootaloo looks back to see the creature getting closer. No, it will eat me by the time it reaches the door! Scootaloo felt a drowning feeling in her as she thought about what the creature might do. Scootaloo then catches a glance of a path to the Everfree forest. Thoughtlessly, she charges into the forest.
*****
Dabo adsequi ad vos... The human thought confidently. I won’t let you get away from me. In pursuit of the orange pony, he turns into a forest. Soon the human lost sight of her.
So close , he thought critically.
Using almost all of his focus, the human starts sensing creatures with life power. Where are you my little friend... He senses around and sees a lone moving form of energy- Found you! ...getting silently pursued by multiple disturbances. Not good....
*****
Scootaloo slows down to catch her breath. I think I am far enough...
She walks around the forest, hoping to go back to the clubhouse and- Wait. I’M LOST! Scootaloo starts to shake. I will be here forever. I am going to get eaten by a parsperite. I am going to see a cockerice in the eyes. I am going to get eaten by-
*Snap*
-a timberwolf. She turns around to see a bunch of amber eyes looking straight at her.
“HELP ME!” Scootaloo shouted. “SOMEONE! HELP!”
“GGGAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!”
*****
The human then covers his mouth after tripping over a rock. That blows my cover.... The biggest wolf, which seems to be the alpha male, comes closer. “Cerebrum est nucis.” The human punches his snout and runs. Ouch... The human rubs his fist. That face felt like a fully-grown tree.
Seeing the filly run off, the human follows along with the wolves. He looks back. It was a great idea at the moment... I WISH I HAD THOUGHT OF WHAT WOULD HAPPEN NEXT!
*****
Out of all the things Scootaloo wanted to do, geting chased by a monster wasn’t one of them. Hopefully, the monster gets attacked by the wolves. But then, who will the wolves go after after him?
In a sudden burst of energy, Scootaloo just runs in hope of escaping. All for it to end with the failure to see a ledge. Falling face-first, she put her hooves in front of her face. The ground wasn’t soft, and the amount of pain in her left ankle was unbearable. The cry Scootaloo made caught the attention of all the nearby animals.
Soon the hailing of paws followed. She tried to escape, but the pain was unbearable.
*****
The human slides down the ledge, hoping to lose the wolves, but they just jump over him. Great. Now what. He looks down at the ground to see an orange ball with purple tuffs on the ground surrounded by wolves. This is not good... I am not interested in getting my knowledge-farm turn into plant fertilizer.
Alright. Step one. In one swift action, the human picks up the pony. Great, next step. He then leaps over the group. Final step. The human then runs as fast as his energy could support. With all that is happening at once, the wolves just stood in their place.
Getting out of the confusion, the wolves chased after the human. Soon their pace surpasses the human’s.
Mirabilis! The human thought sarcastically. They are getting faster than me. The human thought rapidly. Leaving the filly behind for a distraction will lose his only piece of knowledge of the planet he is living in, but it seems like a good option right now. Just as he attempts to drop her, something came into his mind. I GOT IT!
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The alpha male of the pack sniffs for any new scent of the human along with the rest of the pack. One of the wolf barked hastily and the entire group followed him. Then the human came out of a nearby cave. Phew, glad that’s over. Looking back, the human sees the pony he picked up asleep. Convenient, it won’t struggle when I copy it’s knowledge.
After enduring the run, the pounding on his back while she was being carried, the human was about to perform his ritual and-
*RRRROOOOOOOOAAAARRRRR*
The human stood silently with a face of anger before turning around.
Author's Note
After fighting this man called Captain Procrastination, I finally got this done.
Whoopee.
Arc 1: The Forest of Everfree
It was not a good night for the human. His legs were throbbing in exhaustion, and his head pounds repeatedly. For all the human cares that headache could be from the exhaustion from the creation of his body to running away from wolves. The human feels enraged for some unknown idea in the back of his head and forms a tense aura around him. "Vos mos sentio dolorem! "
The human lunges at the manticore before it could blink, sending him into the clearing in front of the cave. The human jumps on the fallen manticore's chest. The aura around his fist gets thicker and sharper. But the manticore flips over onto its feet and launches the human into a tree. The tree's thick bark cracked in half from the impact, but the human slides down the bark without an injury. The manticore comes closer to the human.
But the human just lays there, unmoving. So the manicore stomps toward the now deceased human. The human still lies there. The manticore then opens it's mouth hungrily, about to eat his kill and bites the tree. The manticore then looks around trying to find the human.
The human, happy that the manticore fell for his trick, forms a sharp aura around his hand and cuts the manticore's chest. The manticore stands and roars as it collapses. The human, covered in blood, checks on the manticore. Vita manet in eo? The human chuckles Not anymore.
The human then makes sure that it has fallen by cutting the manticore's chest further and removing its heart. The human then lays it down carefully on the ground and waits. It still doesn't move, but the human isn't taking any chances. He then remembers the time he removed the heart of another creature, he found that the creature developed a way to transfer blood in a different way. It was an expensive lesson for him to learn.
The human feels the weakening of the aura around him and breaks off a manticore's claw before collapsing. I got to stop using that every time , The human stumbles while trying to get up. Remember it will wear yourself out me.
The human starts to cut off the deceased manticore's skin despite him being weak. It's leather is thick and tough. Just what I need. The human keeps tearing at the leather, ignoring the waves of tiredness that flows through his body. The blood slowly covers his body as he is cutting, but he doesn't care. It's survival for him, but an orange pony, who woke because of a drop of water landed on her, watches him cut before she faints at the sight.
*****
"Hey, wake up," said a mysterious voice.
"Not now Apple Bloom, I want to sleep...." Scootaloo then dozes off. Wait. Apple Bloom doesn't sound like that. Scootaloo snaps open her eyes seeing the alien for the first time in daylight clearly. The alien looks like a slim Minotaur, despite his strength in launching it away from the clearing. It's snake-like gaze with it's green eyes look unique, and the look of the eyes made her feel uncomfortable. Then it stood up, with manticore hide pants, to see that the alien is four times about the size of the filly. He's huge... Scootaloo then starts to shiver.
"Are you go-ing to move?" The alien said choppily.
"H-h-how do you know how to speak-" Scootaloo couldn't finish her question.
"I have a (uhh) magical ability that involves copying your knowledge. And how old are you?" Scootaloo stays in a silent shock.
"Ah, so you are little pony. No, that's not- filly! Sorry, I may copy knowledge. But practice makes me perfect." The human calmly chuckles, trying and failing to relax Scootaloo.
"Along with having the ability to c-copy knowledge, I can also- copy memories." Scootaloo turns stiff. "And also I- Why are you looking at me like that?"
"How much do you know about my life?" Scootaloo says carefully and fearfully.
"I only know your age, whether you are a b-boy or girl, and sometimes memories that mention these things. I don't dig that deep unless I need to." Scootaloo then sighs in relief at how trustworthy his voice sounds.
"So do you know the way back?"
Scootaloo stands for a moment. I cannot get out of this forest even with a map and a compass. What do I do!? "Yes I do know how to get out!" She tries to confidently say. Unfortunately it doesn't convince the alien, but the alien just shrugs.
*****
Mihi fortuna terribilem! If she didn't have anyone who would miss her, I would have left her. The human thought with annoyance, lying earlier about how he didn't copy her memory. A pony with a broken ankle and vocabulary of a third-grade student is a wrench in a machine! AUGH! She cannot take care of herself either. The human sighs. You need a new life, make this worth it. The human then picks up tools he made with the manticore carcass he spent all night making (along with a bag to store them in) before walking out of the clearing.
"HEY! What about me?!" The pony shouts.
The human then wakes mentally up and walks back to pick up the pony. It is going to be a long day.
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"For the last time. I do not have a name," the human repeats for the sixty-third time. To keep the pony (known as Scootaloo) from paying attention from the pain from her ankle, the human had to decide between listening to her complaining and moan or the child talk he will have to take. The preferred choice for him is to be in an iron maiden. Unfortunately it would take a lot of life energy to make an iron maiden in thin air, so he has to chose the last one. And the human needed practice with the new language anyways.
"Come on, alien. I mean you must have a name."
"I do not have one. Well I used to, but I forgot about it."
"How can you forget your name?!" Scootaloo shockingly shouts in his ear, like it was impossible.
"After getting called 'Test subject X' or someone else's identity," The human says checking is he can still hear. "You eventually forget your name."
"Well how about you get a name!"
"Sure, let me go into the name store and buy myself a name," the human rolls his restless eyes. The human was tired physically from staying up all night making the tools.
"You do not have to buy a name."
"Well I do not have a name, and that is how it will end. I like to have no name or a name that I can be an actor with."
"Alright Mr. Alien."
"On second thought," not liking the name alien, the human reconsiders his choice. "How about we think of a name."
"Uhh..."
"Not easy as it seems, is it?"
"I saw you fight a manticore!" She saw me do that? "How about fighty?"
"That's a stupid, terrible sounding name," the human says brutally.
"Then what about Fasty."
"That's worse."
"Jumpy?"
"Ugh. You cannot think of anything worse!" Unfortunately, unknowing to the human, Crusaders' Law proves him wrong. Reddy, Teddy, Beddy (Oh the rhyming was making his brain feeling heavy), Baldly (the human then accelerates his cell's growth rate to create hair to make that not an option), Killer, Driller, Miller, Buffalo-speaker (for some odd reason), and (his favorite) Green-eyes. This cannot get any worse.
"Well since you are a walking Mr. Alien," GAH! Infernum in omni vita mea... "Walker!'
"I can accept that," Thank you Lady Luck. "But no more 'Mr. Alien'. I hate being called alien."
"But you are an alien." Walker then drops her before picking her back up again.
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"I think we are lost," Scootaloo says with a yawn. No way! I never noticed the trail of footprints that were made by me! Then Walker takes a tree and climbs up it, and sees the sky that can peek through the leaves turn red. Walker then puts his work as a survivalist to make a shelter.
Just as the night is coming into the planet, Walker already set up a survival shelter at the top of the trees complete with a small fire. "Can you fix my hoof so it can stop hurting?" Scootaloo asks him kindly in fear.
"Let me see it." Walker then grabs the hoof without care.
"OWOWOWOWOW!"
"You have a sprain. Hold still for a moment, I will fix it." Walker then holds the injured leg, having his life energy flow through it. Scootaloo starts grimacing in pain but doesn't feel like she is in it at the same time. Soon the swelling that was on the ankle disappears. After a few minutes, Walker feels no misalignment and touches to make sure. "Now walk." Walker releases her ankle, severing the life energy line. Taking his words, Scootaloo walks slowly. Then she puts all her weight on the sprained hoof. And walks forwards. "You. Fixed it?"
"Yep."
"How?" Scootaloo gasps in fascination.
"In my testing days, I was used to-," Walker hesitates with his words. "-be a subject. One of my lessons was about First Aid with magic."
"But we don't use magic in first aid."
"Well this society had different knowledge about magic than this society."
"Really?"
"Yes," Walker then puts his hand on her. "But I will tell another day."
"But..." Scootaloo yawns and falls immediately to sleep and Walker removes his hand. Walker sighs. The society taught him all he needs to know about healing various body parts of any living organism. Unfortunately, Walker also remembers that that planet was using him as a weapon to win their current war. As a weapon, it was a failure. If I had the guts... Walker then remembers the time how he saved that enemy soldier before the crossfire hit him multiple times.
Death is almost nothing for him now but intense physical pain, and that was about 850 years ago. Heh, I wondered what happen to that guy. Bullets must have made his head into vapor during the crossfire. While thinking about the fate of that soldier he saved from death, he falls into a deep, dreamless sleep.
*****
Earlier in the day.
"I SWEAR THIS IS TRUE TWILIGHT!" Apple Bloom shouts at the librarian.
"Girls, there is nothing to be afraid about. I think it was nothing but your imaginations."
"I swear Twilight, Scootaloo has gone missing since last night," Apple Bloom took a breath, silently surprising Twilight. "And we swore never to leave each other until we get our cutie marks!"
"Alright," Twilight Sparkle, although not convinced that a pink alien was on the planet, decides to follow them in investigating the occurrence. She needs some lesson to write to the princess about. "Since you insist." The two crusaders squee in delight. "Spike, can you watch the library?"
"Not a problem Twilight!" The loyal purple dragon dashes next to her.
"Good," Twilight then exits the library with the two crusaders. When they finally got there, all but Twilight was exhausted. It must have been a miracle that they had enough breath to even make it to my door. Apparently missing the transportation of a group wears down the energy of the group. Mentally, Twilight took note of this for a report to Princess Celestia demonstrating how a group relies on other members. "Sweetie, can you show me where this pink alien came from?"
Sweetie Belle, too exhausted to talk while sweating bullets, points towards an eerie dirt patch. Twilight then sees a tree that was unfortunate enough to be within the dirt mound. She didn't have to even touch the tree before it fell down and turn into a huge dust storm. After the dust settles, Twilight disappears mysteriously from the two Crusaders.
This is a huge problem. Whatever that the crusaders have seen, it could hurt ponies. This was to important for her to write a lesson to the princess. "SPIKE! Where's the paper! I have an important message for the Princesses!"
*****
Princess Celestia sits patiently on her throne. She is waiting for a letter that arrives around this time. By that time, she could read the adventures and lessons, successes and failures, or the reports that her favorite subject sends her. Then something off happens.
Instead of the letter appearing to her at exactly on time, the letter appeared two hours later. With a gold seal, red ribbon, and a folder too.
This is not good.
Although not the first time, Celestia looks anxiously at the documents that she pulled out from the folder. Pictures of a dirt patch, a pile of dust (through a caption, she now knows it was a tree), and an interview of two fillies about a missing Ponyville resident. As if it couldn't get better, the children involved claims it was an alien minotaur-like pink creature with claws, sharp teeth, and snake eyes.
The princess, already concerned by the time she looked at the documents, read what is in the letter that was sent to her. It's a request to send royal guards to watch the streets of Ponyville to prevent the alien from kidnapping more citizens. Celestia almost declines because Ponyville has a tendency to overreact to small events, but she changes her mind when she realizes the magnitude of the event that has happened.
So Celestia sends her reply and flies towards the guard barracks, hoping it isn't too late that another pony of her care is going to get taken by the alien and is going to do who-knows-what to it.
*****
Present time
Walker is starving. Even after eating multiple leaves (Scootaloo looks at him weird at first), bugs (which results in a nasty reaction from Scootaloo), and a nest of bird eggs (Scootaloo almost turned green after watching that one), he couldn't put a stop to his hunger. I must have burned too much life energy up. Then birds start to chirp. Tons of birds. The sound tortured him. All that wonderful food, all going to waste because he doesn't have the strength to climb a tree. Walker wishes he ate the meat from the manticore while he had the fire to tan his leather.
Then one bird falls to the lowest branch of a tall tree. A fatal mistake. Because Walker immediately throws his manticore blade with deadly accuracy through the bird's stomach. The bird fell down to the ground, and Walker picks it up, removes the knife and eats it raw. He isn't worried about disease. He was immune to viruses anyways.
The thought of not turning Scootaloo away has a bad impact on him. Because she lost whatever she ate after that. "Whoops," Walker says with a smile, with small little feather stuck to his teeth.
Scootaloo then gags.
"Sorry for my manners," Walker says with pure caring (even though he didn't). If he wants to succeed in getting into whatever society she lives in, he has to have a good representative that is not him.
"But. It's-" Scootaloo gags.
"The bird was asking for it!" Walker whined.
"But doesn't mean that you should-" Scootaloo then gags. "-eat it."
"Hey I am starving," Walker then maliciously smiles. "And we are alone in this woods. No one will ever know what happened to the little pony that wandered into the Everfree Forest and-"
Scootaloo runs with fear and shock in her face. "HEY WAIT! I WAS KIDDING!" Walker then feels truly sorry and chases her.
Author's Note
[In an interview room]
Walker: So why do I exist in your head?
Arc 1: Almost out of Here
Arc 1: Almost out of Here
Scootaloo opens her eyes as the birds sing outside (And also the sleep rant from Walker is having. The words that are coming out of his mouth don't make any sense). She gets out from the temporary shelter and sits near the fire pit that Walker made. After a week traveling the woods with him, she learned interesting stuff from wherever he came from. Last night while setting up the fire pit, Walker told about magic from different worlds. He told about the aliens that use magic to heal wounds like the ankle that was sprained and also breathe fire like a dragon.
Scootaloo asked if Walker could breathe fire jokingly after hearing aliens doing it. He took it seriously and light the campfire like a dragon. Walker also said afterwards that he doesn't like to use "outside magic" because it exhausts him greatly before he fell asleep on the ground.
Scootaloo looks Walker. Despite his shifty attitude and behavior around everything, Scootaloo feels comfortable around Walker, though he can be cold at times. Despite this, he still is friendly to her and protects her. Plus the stories are really interesting and sound like fantasy or science-fiction. Although his stories feel like he left something out, he-
"Boo."
"AHHH!" Scootaloo jumps and lands into a mud puddle.
"Am I still that scary?" Walker gets out of the shelter with a vest made of a hungry bear that tried to eat Scootaloo. Scootaloo stands up, all covered in mud, with Walker now sitting nearby on a log.
"Stop doing that!" Scootaloo shouts at Walker, but Walker just smiles and throws a knife right next to Scootaloo's head. It hits his next meal instantly. Scootaloo then kicks him in the face.
After eating, Walker gets up and takes his stuff. Scootaloo then takes a bag that Walker made for her with some spare leather that he had and walks along with him. Scootaloo has high hopes that Walker has found the exit after a week, and she might finally see her friends.
*****
"BUT YOU CANNOT STOP! YOU GOT TO FIND HER!"
"I am sorry Sweetie Belle, but I cannot send more ponies out deeper into the woods."
"BUT SHE COULD BE OUT THERE! SHE COULD BE STILL COLD AND SCARED!"
Twilight sighs. She cannot tell Sweetie Belle that Scootaloo will never come back. Twilight is smart enough to know that a filly like Scootaloo, despite how boyish she might act, cannot survive in the Everfree forest for a week. Also the investigation of the strange phenomenon is no longer producing anything. After deep consideration, Twilight decided that she will send a group. Those puppy eyes are just to hard to say "no" to anyways.
"Only one day to search," Twilight said defeated.
"Woo-Hoo!" Twilight sighs at the victory dance of Sweetie Belle, hoping that listening to Sweetie Belle's reasoning was not a mistake. If it weren't for those puppy eyes...
*****
"Scootaloo?"
"Yes?"
"When you think of me, how would you describe me?"
"Well you are tall-"
"I meant character wise."
"Uhh..."
"How would you describe me as a character."
"Hmm... You are random."
"Ok."
"Creative."
"Alright."
"Smart."
Walker smiles "I heard that."
"But can act stupid."
Walker trips Scootaloo with a smile.
"Ow. Also you can be mean."
Walker then changes his personality to the Scootaloo made, hoping that he can blend in without trouble (other than being an alien). "Anyways Walker, why are you asking this?"
"Oh I was curious," Walker lies. Then Walker feels a presence of a group. Might be timber wolves. Walker ducks down into some bushes nearby and whispers to Scootaloo to stay put. He then crawls to the group, taking cover in closer bushes as he goes. As Walker gets closer, the thought about how it is a pack of timber wolves diminished when he starts to hear what seems like a conversation.
Walker then crawls closer to the group and starts to understand the voices.
"-and that's why we are in the forest," a white pegasus in gold armor said.
"To save some filly who's probably dead?" Asked another white pegasus in also gold armor.
"Yep."
"Why did the princess send us in anyways?"
"Rumor has it that a child had puppy-dog eyes while begging her to find her friend, and it convinced her."
"Wow, that's rough. How long did she last? I couldn't last for a second before I have to agree."
"Oh you have to be kidding," Walker said out loud, alerting all five guards. "Uh-oh." The group faced Walker like a stand-off. Ok... Act natural. They are probably finding Scootaloo. "Umm. I have a filly that-"
"WE FOUND AN ABDUCTOR! TAKE THAT, uhh, THING INTO CUSTODY!"
"Ad me maledicti videretur ," Walker sighs. As the guards charge into him, Walker forms a hard aura.
"FEAR US, FOR WE ARE WELL TRAINED IN COMBATING SCUM LIKE YOU!"
*****
Scootaloo silently sits on the ground, playing with the sticks on the ground. "Hey Scootaloo!" Walker shouts as he walks through the bushes. "I have some good news!"
"Did you find any way out of here?" Scootaloo asks happily.
"Well. Yes."
"Alright then let's go!" Scootaloo follows Walker to a path. She was eager to see her friends and eat real food. For a week she was eating anything that Walker found edible (besides whatever animal that he ate living or dead) or the leaves on the trees. She could eat anything right about now. Even Sweetie Belle's cooking.
When they hit the path, she sees the royal guards. The armor that some blacksmith probably took great care in making was bent or dented beyond repair. The guards do not look to good either. They were lying in funny positions, but still alive, sleeping, for some reason. She did not see any blood, but it made her worry about what could be in the forest again. Scootaloo just stood where she was.
"Let's keep walking Scootaloo."
"Shouldn't we help them?"
"Nah, they are close enough to the exit, they can crawl back or get found." Walker then nudges Scootaloo away before she could actually see what left the guards in a mess.
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After a week of finding a way out, Scootaloo finally reached the exit of the forest. Dancing on the non-forest ground. Traveling with Walker was fun, but-
"S-stop r-r-right there!" Scootaloo turned around to find a royal guard. She then noticed how badly mangled the guard was, dented armor and bruises so black she could see it pass the fur.
"What for?" Walker asks, confused and shocked.
"F-f-for abducting a f-f-filly!" The unicorn then magically lifts Walker with an aura to arrest him, but Walker is unaffected even though the aura surrounds him completely.
"If you want to lift me with magic. You cannot. It's almost impossible." Walker says confidently.
"Everything is affected by magic!" The guard shouts in disbelief.
"Well guess what. I can take your magic and make it part of me," Walker calmly says before using a force (Magic? Nah, there wasn't any magic she could see in this) to fling the guard into town. Scootaloo cannot tell to be scared or impressed about what Walker did. But she chose neither when Walker collapses for a moment and breathing heavily. "Used too much," Walker said with a stupid-looking grin.
*****
Twilight sat at her desk in the library doing paperwork and planning for the departure of the guards, for there was nothing new popping up about "The Alien from Sweet Apple Acres" for a few days. All they could find is footprints that, confirmed by multiple zoologists, do not match any living animal that was discovered (although the prints look similar to primates). And also the soil after chemists was-
SNAP! CRACK! CRASH! SLAM!
Twilight jumps from her desk and onto the floor, ruining her chain of thoughts. "SPIKE!"
"Twilight? Are you alright?" Spike calls down in worry, running down the stairs like a madman.
"I am fine Spike," Twilight stands up. "Can you check if Rainbow Dash needs to go to the hospital? Because I think she entered through my roof, and not the window."
"Not a problem Twilight!" The dragon went loyally down there. Before running back up a few seconds later. "TWILIGHT! THERE'S A ROYAL GUARD IN OUR HOUSE!"
"Come on Spike, a royal guard would knock first. Not break through my roof like her."
"See for yourself Twilight, because I am calling a doctor," Spike ran out the door faster than if Celestia was dropping the sun on him. Twilight sighs (for the 456th time this week? She lost count the amount of chaos and "impractical" ideas out there) and goes downstairs where the library is and sees why Spike ran to get a doctor.
She also wonders how he recognized him as a royal guard too. Normally the armor the guards wore were damage resistant because of many charms placed by skilled blacksmiths, but the armor he wore was torn nearly to pieces, revealing his cutie mark which is normally hidden by the insignia of the royal guards.
The guard coughs. Twilight was worried that he was done for. "Pr-r-rincess Twilight. We found the alien."
Twilight gasps. "Is he still alive, did you harm him?"
"H-he did this to us. After h-he. T-t-told us that he has a-a-a filly. We t-tired to reason with him, but h-h-he attacked us unprovoked." Twilight pauses. So Scootaloo is still alive.
"Anything else?" Twilight hastily asks, hoping for more information.
"O-our group. Was attacked nearby the entrance. He has different magic than us. Stuff we thought were only found in comic books." The soldier put his hoofs on his chests, probably broken a rib. "Be careful Princess. I do not think he's friendly. Plus he is resistant to magic." The doctors came in just in time to pick up the guard. Twilight thinks for a moment, and goes back to her desk to throw away the departure letters and takes new sheets of paper.
"Spike! Get me a few gold seals." Spike ran to a nearby drawer to find some.
Dear Princess Celestia,
I send a request for more guards in Ponyville for the following reasons.
1. The alien that kidnapped the missing filly assaulted a group of guards sent out to find said filly. Guards received a monstrous attack claimed a surviving royal guard.
2. The magic that the alien was using is entirely different from ours. Soil analysis from our chemists have found that all organic compounds that were in the soil or any organisms that lived nearby have disappeared for some mysterious reason. Witnesses claim to have heard from the missing filly that a huge blinding flash was present before the said filly disappeared, probably causing the absence the compounds.
3. A unicorn guard entered my home to tell me that the alien is coming to Ponyville. And when I mean entered my home, he was launched by the creature using a unknown force (probably magic) and crashed through the roof and landing comfortably on the hard wooden floors.
I would also prefer that these guard are well trained in hoof-combat. The guard who busted through my roof claims that magic is ineffective against him. I have a bad feeling that he was sent by an alien race to destroy us all like those science fiction novels.
With great concern,
Twilight Sparkle
*****
"Aren't you going with me?"
"Nah Scootaloo. I'm sure that with my current clothes, I will give a bad name to myself. I do not want people to judge me based on my clothes," Walker smiled happily. Scootaloo hesitates for a moment. Walker hopes that she believes it.
"Ok. Will I see you tomorrow?"
"Sure. Probably without this hide. Tell your friends about me." Walker watches as she goes off into the village. The sunset's rays start to hit Walker's eyes as he watches. Just two more hours before darkness. Walker then relaxes his happy-go-lucky act. It didn't feel like himself to him anyways.
Walker strolls into the forest and climbs a tree nearby. He takes out a spare piece of leather and some charcoal ink he made awhile ago for camouflage purposes. Redrawing the map from Scootaloo's memories, he makes his plan to get supplies.
Author's Note
[In Ignotum's office] Ignotum: (Working on Laptop)Walker: Ignotum?Ignoutum: Huh? (Still working on Laptop)Walker: If your dialogue says you are working on your computer, why is TF2, Youtube, Reddit, Manga Eden, and Por-Ignotum: (Working SUPER SERIOUSLY ON LAPTOP!)Walker: ...
SLAPIgnotum: (Drops laptop in shock) AHH! I am working!Walker: That's bull. (lifts laptop) See now the audience can see your-(SMASH!) Ignotum: (Hits palm with an Aluminum Bat) Show that and I will erase a limb off of you.Walker: (In pain) I am not going to show that. I was showing off the skill of TF2Ignotum: Thank you. (Smiles)Walker: That you wish you had.Ignotum: (Hits Walker with a frying pan)Walker: Oww! Where in hell did you get a frying pan?Ignotum: You forgot that you are in my head right? So I can materialize anything. Anyways thanks for reading my minute group of followers, and have a nice day! (Smiles)Walker: (Looking at the laptop) You seem to have a weird taste in- GAH! My heart! GacK!
