“How is he holding up, Rosary?” a black unicorn with a messy brown mane and tail asked the doctor on the other side of the room. Looking down at the burnt mark on his chest of his comrade, the stallion couldn’t help but cringe at the sight. He had hoped the damage wasn’t to severe, but the odds weren’t working in his favor.

The blood red coated doctor did not meet eye contact as she shifted through the pages. “His condition is stable, though we aren’t sure when he will wake up.” she informed, checking the patient’s IV and heart rate on the monitor. “If he wakes up,” she added monotonously, emphasizing on the low probability.

“Do you have an estimate?” Silver asked as he took a seat besides his fallen comrade, gazing at his scorched chest. He cringed and gagged at the stench of smoking meat that followed.

“Given the resources we have, it might take weeks before he comes back. Months if you count rehabilitation,” the doctor placed the board down on the bed, turning to the comatosed Caballeron. “The mysterious colt did quite the number on him. It’s a miracle he doesn’t have any serious or permanent damage.”

“Yeah… a miracle.” he spouted bitterly. “I’ll give that bastard a piece of my mind when I find him...”

Rosary then turned to the other stallion, feeling pity in the deepest pits of her heart, but kept the same stern expression. “Silver, you should go tell Ahuizotl about this, tell him to hire another one to replace Caballeron until he gets better,”

Silver Secret frowned deeply. “He doesn’t care for him anymore,” he somberly informed her. “He would’ve been dead if Song and I didn’t carry him here.”

The doctor tore her eyes from the unicorn to the unconscious body of her mentor, sighing sadly. “I’m not surprised. It was doomed to happen,” she muttered loudly, going back to check her machines. “You’re welcome to stay if you wish. Not everypony around here stays to watch over,”

“Makes me feel like, sometimes, I’m the only one who cares…” he trailed off, leaving the doctor to go back to her own duties as he sulked in his somber mood. He couldn’t blame her nonchalance; he knew she was one of the ponies in the guild that had seen more unspeakable acts than the others. He knew she cared, but she thought it as useless at this point. If he had anypony to blame, it would be himself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… you know…”

“Don’t be. We need at least one pony here to help of us all to get out. If not you, then who?” Rosary stated with the slightest hint of hope in her step, not taking her eyes off her equipment.

He nodded in agreement, sinking back to his friend’s lap. Why didn’t I stop him? he thought, gazing at the gaping face of Caballeron. A large blue tube filled his mouth, a bulge on his throat indicating its passage to his lungs, inflating and deflating every now and again. Beeps were the only sound breaking the sickening silence of the room, other than Rosary excusing herself to attend to another patient and the door shutting behind her.

Silver sat there, chin resting on the edge of the poor excuse for a hospital mattress, contemplating on the unwelcoming events that brought them to where they were. He remembered it like it was yesterday, which made him feel more ashamed than he had been. All he could do was pray to Celestia and Luna for his friend.

His moment was short-lived as the doors opened again, revealing a slightly dark green unicorn, with a messy and dirty white mane and short tail, a shining microphone on her flanks, scanning the area. When her eyes laid upon Silver, her eyes turned to distress as she trotted slowly to him. “Silver,” she called out from behind him.

The stallion in question looked at who it was. “Oh, hey Song,” he deadpanned a greeting, gazing back at Caballeron, as did her.

“Ahuizotl called for you,” she sadly stated. It took all of her willpower not to sulk in beside Silver. “You better get there quickly, he’s been losing his mind more ever since he still hasn’t received his human,”

“Tell him I’ll be with him in a moment,”

“But he told me to call you right away-”

“Well how about you go back and tell him to stop being such a whinny little asshole!” he bellowed unexpectedly in absolute fury, echoing throughout the room, teeth barred to restrain the build up of anger from the emotions and memories.

Song stayed there in stunned silence, fighting back the tears from the sudden outburst. Although she agreed wholeheartedly with Silver, she still couldn’t stand anymore of the wailing of everypony. “S-S-Silver, y-you know I c-can’t do that…” she stammered nervously, taking a deep breath to calm down. “Please… Ahuizotl’s already b-broke half of the r-room when I got there… I don’t know what else to do.” she pleaded, as the tears flowed freely.

Silver sighed, slumping his form as he hated when he yelled at the victims of tragedies he was apart of. He grasped Caballeron’s almost lifeless hoof, holding it tightly as he closed his eyes. ‘Caballeron… Song…’ he thought in reassurance. ‘I made a promise to you two, that you would live to see the light of day again. I promised to your families you two would get home safely, and by the love of the Princesses I will keep that promise.’

Silver stood up from his chair, glancing back at the mare as guilt took over. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell,”

“It’s okay, you’re trying to keep it together, but you’re doing better than everypony else,”

“Trying isn’t enough here. It’s either succeed or fail, and I don’t plan on doing the latter,” Silver interrupted, trotting past Song as he made his way out of the emergency room, addressing the mare who followed closely behind him. “Where’s that damn ape?”

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The hard sand provided no comfort whatsoever as I awoke from my slumber, my eyes parting to see the usual blurs of the morning. Blinking them away, I made out the dark rock piles that composed a former well surrounding me, protecting me from the infamous heat of the outside desert. It was about the only good thing keeping me from dying and I found it out of pure luck.

Or maybe not. I’m pretty sure I passed this well, like, four or five times before, though some of them might have been mirages.

I sat up in the uncomfortably tight crawl space, hitting my head on the board closing the well, picking up the now yellow, dry sweat-stained shirt I called a makeshift pillow and my hoodie-blanket as I pushed up the board. The incoming sunlight was to be expected, and I squinted my eyes from the sudden change of contrast and temperature. You’d think the sand would take longer to absorb the heat after such a cold night, but fuck me right?

Throwing the board off the well, I placed my hands on either side of the walls, boosting me up to a stand as my legs hadn’t recovered enough from last night. I stretched my back, taking a deep breath as I felt something was missing. The sand invaded my mouth, causing me to cough violently and to remember what I forgot.

Reaching back down, I grabbed the muzzle I removed to help me sleep. It was quite possibly the only time I saw this; it had a very… ‘wild’ design, so to speak. Leather pelts sewn in together in different shapes beige with black rope tying them together. On either side, three holes protruded in stripe form, allowing its wearer to breathe. They looked like cat whiskers. Honestly, kind of adorable.

Funny how in the most dangerous situations I’m still able to think about cats, I thought, making sure the muzzle wouldn’t fall off before I vaulted over the well, the hard sand doing a number on my still slightly numb feet. I mentally groaned as I looked around, trying to spot the way I came in from with one hand covering the light, and another holding what’s left of my clothes on my shoulder.

I couldn’t find a single clue as to where I was, if I was closer to civilization, which way I came from or how I was gonna get out of here. At least fate took pity on me as I spotted train tracks near me. Curiosity got the best of me when I walked to it, checking to see if the desert was playing with me again.

Thankfully, as I placed my hand on the track, my hand didn’t faze through it, instead meeting cold steel. I ran my hands by it a couple of times, finding it still being there, but as I did, the steel began to tremble as the sand around it parted ways. I think I knew what it meant, but I didn’t hear anything.

I cocked a brow at this as a noise in the distance was brought to my attention, the silence breaking with every passing second. Standing back up, I gazed into one of the ends of the tracks just as a train of the darkest of blacks sped down my way, honking its horn, smoke rising off its pipe.

I yelped, instinct kicking in as I jumped back, falling hard on my back, narrowly missing the train zooming off to its destination. I couldn’t help but smile, gazing at the locomotive with glee when the perfect opportunity was right in front of me. It rumbled loudly as it was supported by many carts behind it, in case I failed at jumping on one of them.

Picking myself up, I ignored my aching spine as I sprinted to the side of the train, wrapping my hoodie around my waist. It was significantly faster than I ever could be, so I found it to be hard keeping up with it as the each chance was lost. Looking down, I saw the wheels of the train, as well as the bars holding them in place, spinning them in order.

Taking a deep breath, I leaped on it, with one foot on the bar ready to leap again to an open window on the cart. The bar spun quickly, causing to lose my balance, but I caught my footing with my second leg. In that moment of success, I felt the sandy wind rush to my face, making me blink away the nuisance. Glancing up at the opening, I bent my legs downward, bouncing onto the only entrance to the cart, gripping the wooden window with my feet maintaining my position.

YES, finally! I thought in triumph, mentally bringing a fist to the heavens. Now, all I have to do is get in and-

A blood curling scream interrupted my thoughts as they echoed throughout the cart and my head, causing me to lose my hearing and footing, inevitably collapsing off the train to the hard ground yet again, rolling ungraciously several times before coming to a full stop. This time, the adrenaline wore off, me groaning as I felt the pain from the two falls come back.

I sat up, breathing heavily from the shock, rubbing the possible wound on my back, staring at the train that was slowly lost in my line of sight. I rose to my feet, cringing as I did so, dusting off the dirt glued to my hoodie. I threw the piece of clothing back on my shoulder.

Returning my gaze to where the train once was, I sighed. Damn it… Tearing my eyes away, I took notice of the tracks, the first normal idea of the day popping up in my mind. Follow the yellow brick road, I guess. I thought, climbing up the tracks, putting my hands in my pocket. I always found that simple action to be very relaxing somehow.

Though for some reason, my hands decided to run themselves on my testicles as I felt… relieved? That can’t be right. Why am I so glad I still have my balls?

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A rock flew over a grey pegasus stallion with a short, sickly green and blue mohawk and tail, sporting a teal buttoned shirt with small, black vertical stripes, who ducked under the incoming projectile that ended up crashing on the wall. “Okay, Mr. Zotl, I must ask you to calm yourself or you’ll bring this whole place down with you,” he said in a matter-of-factly, as Ahuizotl brought his fist down on his already broken down throne armrest, not focusing on him. “Or continue doing whatever it is you’re accomplishing here. It’s your stuff, not mine,”

“That lying, thieving scum of the earth!” he bellowed, throwing the broken pieces of the throne onto opposite sides of the room. “If he thinks he can take my precious bits and run off on our agreement unscathed, I will hunt him down to the ends of the world and show him the limits of my abilities,”

”Poetic,” the grey stallion admitted. ”Of course, you’re free to do so, though you’d have to find him first,” he added, shaking his head.

Ahuizotl screamed at the top of his lungs, turning suddenly to the grey stallion in spite. Pouncing inches from him, Ahuizotl grabbed him and lifted him off the ground. “Aralis, I swear to the gods I do not need your snarky commentary.”

“I am merely speaking the truth, my good man,” he said, unfazed by his assailant.

“Need I remind of the last pony that was ‘merely speaking the truth’ in my lair?” Ahuizotl threatened as his grip tightened.

Aralis coughed, yet persisted. “Oh yes, I do remember. You sent one of your lackeys to do your dirty work. Gotta say, smart choice. Really, it was, ‘cause if it was you that guy would’ve knocked you out of your flank like you were nothing. Then your other prisoners - Oh, I’m sorry, minions - would take the opportunity and run for the hills, leaving you to die without even a second thought to it,”

Ahuizotl seethed. “What makes you think I won’t kill you right here?”

Aralis chuckled, the tightness intensifying. “You know I’m the only competent pony here,”

Ahuizotl growled, glaring daggers that could pierce the souls of whoever got caught in them. He knew he could easily crush this puny pony in his hands like a bug. To watch his inside slowly crawl out of his mouth while the regretful pegasus wailed and begged for the torture to end, only to come out as flooded gurgles would be music to his ears. He chose not to, refraining from the strangulation, as it was an arduous task to find someone worthy of serving him without having to worry about him escaping. All he could do was glare and snarl.

Aralis, however, maintained his victorious smirk plastered upon his lips, despite the protest from his body telling him to stop angering the monkey-cat abomination. Ahuizotl’s hold loosened enough for the pain to subside, confirming the pegasus’ suspicion. It did not take much to convince Ahuizotl when it came down to business.

Mumbled conversations interrupted their civil conversation, causing the two to turn to the entrance, wherein Silver Secret and Charming Song stood, talking among themselves. When Ahuizotl’s eyes fell on the stallion across the room, Silver quickly saluted his superior as Song caught up with him.

“Ah, Silver, so good of you to come,” Ahuizotl said less-than-enthusiastically, putting down Aralis before walking up to the duo, leaving the pegasus to his own, popping his spine back in place.

“You called me here,” Silver deadpanned, staring intently as Ahuizotl toppled over him in height. He could sense Song shivering in fear behind him. “Is this about the human merchant?”

“Yes…” he hissed venomously. “It seems it was wrong of me to hire him. The fool managed to run off with a sizable portion of our income,”

“Sizable?” Silver’s ears perked up. “No bag that small can contain something ‘sizable’.”

Ahuizotl glanced over his shoulder at Silver. “You’d be mistaken, my dear spy,” he snapped his fingers at Aralis, who reached into one of his pockets, throwing a bit onto Ahuizotl’s palm. “You see, the payment that you tend to use is the ‘bit’, which can be made of either gold or fool’s gold, or foal’s gold as you call it. However, there is something above this.” he brought his hand near the unicorn’s line of sight, as he noted the silver shine on the coin, yet there was something else to it, something he couldn’t put his hoof.

Ahuizotl’s hand retracted, letting himself admire the eternal beauty of the mineral. “Platinum,” he announced proudly. “This little thing is much, much more valuable than your petty gold, for it is impossible to find this kind of mineral anywhere. It can only be crafted by the most expert of scientists, unicorns and blacksmiths. Even then, the process is long and strenuous. So much so, it’s one of the main causes of death in laboratories. “ he chuckled at the end of his tirade.

“Hey, I know this,” Song pointed out, as she appeared beside Silver. “They say whoever has at least one piece of platinum can feed an entire nation for a whole lifetime!” she explained as Ahuizotl glared at her, causing her to shrink back behind Silver.

“You are… correct,” he stated bitterly, throwing the coin back at Aralis, who caught it with a wing. “And the fool took enough of those to conquer whichever location he pleases,”

Song gasped in shock, taken aback by the predicament, while Silver held a bemused look. He would’ve sorry for the mutant ape, if he actually was.

Aralis nodded, trotting up to Ahuizotl. “Exactly, I cannot stretch how screwed up we all are. And we wouldn’t be, if this man wasn’t blinded from his masculinity being challenged by a bum in drags,”

Ahuizotl growled, his anger practically pervading on the air. He snapped his fingers as a pale yellow mare emerged from the dark, scurrying to Ahuizotl’s side, bags pronounced beneath her eyes screaming out exhaustion. The ape whispered a command to her ear, to which she nodded understandingly, mouthing a quick ‘Yes, sir’, trotting back to the darkness. “Anyways, I’m pleased you two came over so quickly. I was growing impatient,”

“Understatement of the year...” Aralis muttered out of earshot, following the yellow mare with his gaze until only hooves tapping on rock was heard. He turned to Ahuizotl as she disappeared. “May I ask what that was for?”

“No,” Ahuizotl said dryly. “Song, has anypony found anything on the whereabouts of that stallion?”

“Uh… um, n-no s-sir,” Song half-whispered, shaking nervously as the big ape glared down at her, frown deepening, demanding her to continue. “B-b-but we were able to determine his approximate location based on the, um… black p-powder he left behind…” she trailed off, no longer meeting his gaze. Silver placed a foreleg on her back in assurance, but she ignored it out of fear.

“And…?”

“There were…” she stopped for a moment, drawing in a deep breath before continuing. “A lot of substances that told us we should be careful about him,”

“How come?” Aralis inquired.

“The ingredients for it involved something you’d find… inside animals… mostly humans… and ponies.... ” she nearly choked in disgust as the bile built up in her throat, shaking her head back to the matter at hoof. “Besides that, we used a simple tracking spell on the powder, and we found a house where he might be living in. We can’t be sure though, but it’s our best bet,”

“Is that so?” Ahuizotl said, cocking an eyebrow as the yellow mare came back, struggling to carry a scimitar the size of a full grown pony on her back, panting heavily all the way, sweat dripping from every inch of her body. “Interesting… seems like our little friend is not one to be taken lightly,” he took the sword off her back, admiring the fine craftsmanship of the blade and its curvature as she sighed in relief.

She rose slightly with shaky hooves, but a tail-hand cut her off, locking her in place. Taken by surprise, she whimpered helplessly. “Aralis, Silver, Song, I need you and Rosary to pay the fool a visit to his abode and deliver a message from King Ahuizotl. Also, see if you can find the human along the way, it’s bound to be with him. I’m sure you know what to do afterwards, Aralis,”

“My job, got it.”

Aralis grinned and began trotting to the entrance, but a hand stopped him in his tracks. “One more thing,” the grey pegasus peered up at a scowling Ahuizotl. “I just want you to be aware of what happens when you infuriate me,” in one swift motion, the blade came down.

Song gasped loudly, shaking furiously, hiding her face in Silver’s coat, who gazed at the mare as he suddenly felt mortified for his life. Aralis simply frowned, hoping he hadn’t gotten any blood on his shirt.

The mare never saw it coming, mouth agaped as the life drained from hazel pupils, the ghostly white lapsing her vision until there was nothing left. Her head fell of her neck, falling unceremoniously on the ground. The blood shot freely from her decapitated neck, creating a massive pool of blood. Ahuizotl, lower body covered in the crimson liquid, let go of her lifeless body as it twitched madly for a short time before settling.

Ahuizotl then dragged the mare’s head to Aralis’ feet, the flesh coming in contact with his coat, though he paid it no mind. “If the human is not returned to me, or you fail your mission in any way, this--” he poked the mare’s head. “--will be you,” he then walked over and sat on his throne, resting his head on one hand. “Now go.”

Swallowing thickly, Silver turned to the exit, with Song on his foreleg, who was tearing up at the sight. Aralis stayed behind until the duo left Ahuizotl and him alone. “You’re being serious, huh?” Ahuizotl did not respond. “In that case, permission to bring… her along with us?”

Ahuizotl snapped his eyes to him. “Her?” he asked in confusion.

“Yes, her,” he repeated more clearly. “I’m aware you’ve been using her to impose discipline and plant fear on your subjects, but we might need her to do as much damage as we can if the stallion refuses to cooperate. So why don’t you let me take her off your shoulders?” he smirked darkly.

Ahuizotl rubbed a hand to his chin in thought, weighing in on his options. At least, he tried. All he could think about was how much he wanted to see the stallion beaten, bruised, chopped up and bleeding on the ground. If anything had the power to do that, it would be her. On the plus side, if she couldn’t do that, then he could order her to attack the grey nuisance in front of him. To him, it was a win-win situation. “Permission granted,” he stated.

“Good,” Aralis smirked, trotting over to the less darkened part of the room, wherein two large gate doors stood. He brought his hoof to the door, tapping multiple times in a rhythmic pattern, stopping and stepping after feeling the rocks trembling.

The doors opened to yet another, more enclosed environment, a medium sized, bolted cage in the middle with a couple of holes on it, looking like it had had better days. Aralis couldn’t see the thing that was in it, but as he approached the cage, he noted it was glaring at him with golden pupils like slits, its chaffed ears perked up. When he was inches from the cage, the thing pounced, trying to claws at the grey pegasus without mercy, growling and snarling wrathfully as it tilted the cage with its strength and anger.

Aralis chuckled as the claws came close to cutting him with every strike. “Perfect…”

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I’m so fucking thirsty, I thought, wiping the sweat on my forehead with an arm, cupping a hand over my head to glimpse at the town ahead, as well as a train station, possibly for the one I tried to get into earlier. The sight caused me to sigh in relief as there was a brand new bounce to my step, urging me to hurry onto said town. For the first time in a while, I smiled.

As I entered the remote town, I looked upon all of its inhabitants; horses. This time, they were much shorter than the ones back at the desert village. The desert horses were able to reach my chestal area in height, a couple of the guards even surpassing my own, but these barely made it past my waist. Much like their anatomy, their muzzles were also fairly smaller than the previous, though I could tell their genders from that; stallions had square and pointy muzzles while the mares had softer ones, for a lack of better term. Not to mention they dressed differently too.

Perhaps too differently.

None of these horses have pants on, I grimaced at the unwanted observation. Never in my life would I ever hear myself utter these words… or rather, think them. Shaking my head at the possible awkwardness, I proceeded forward through the town, scanning the many establishments and buildings around me.

I have to say, for a western place - I assumed, if the leather jackets, cowboy hats and moustaches told me anything - it doesn’t look half bad. Vibrant colors, not too flashy, inviting environment. I was almost afraid this whole town would break out into a Wild ‘West Side Story’ kind of musical hoedown and I’d be caught in the middle. Definitely better than being in the crossfire of three angry, dirty, ugly, pistol wielding gentlemen.

And the horses seemed nice too… that came out wrong, but I’d still socialize with them if given the chance. Their cheerfulness certainly was contagious.

A bump on my leg followed by a couple of sniffs interrupted my expedition, turning my head to see an overweight man, sniffing along my shoes to my pant legs. I kept my gaze on him, questionable this guy’s mental stability before he began moving up to my ass. I yelped loudly, jumping away from the naked man - surprise surprise -, glaring at him with a mixture of disgust and shock while covering my butthole.

The man peered up at me with an innocent expression, shocked from my sudden motion. I removed a hand away from the cheek, slapping the man hard across the face. You fucking bastard! Have you no shame?!

Right then, a dark brown mare with a white mane and tail galloped between the two of us, smacking the man lightly upside the head. “No, bad Mustard, bad!” the angry words, if you could call it that, got a puppy dog pout and whine out of the human as he cupped to arms to his chest. It really creeped me out. God damn it, Mustard. What the hell is the matter with you, sniffing assholes and acting like nothing happened?

The mare then turned to me with an apologetic look. “Hey, you okay there… big… fella…?” she fell silence as her gaze drifted slowly towards my body, mouth parting in an ’O’’.

Um… what’s going on? she kept staring at me with half-lidded eyes, eating me up with her eyes as she bit her lip. My eyes, on the hand, widened, struck with realization when the woman licked her lips. I backed away from her, denying any fulfillment of her perverted fantasies. I was lead to believe the humans here were treated like dogs, why is she so horn- oh god, does bestiality run afoul here too? I cringed, having walked quite the distance from her as I turned to the road.

The mare saw my escape attempt as her head perked up. “Aww, where ya goin’, handsome?” she called out to me in her texan manner of speech, disappointment and lust strickening her tone.

Oh, so I’m a stud now good to know gottagobye! I rounded a corner, increasing my pace to jogging speed, leaving that extremely perverted woman to her own devices. I dared not to look back, just hoped that crazy bitch wasn’t giving chace. If she was, then I hoped the legal or justice system in this town was against human abuse and attempted bestiality. I can’t even imagine a world where that’s okay.

In a way, I couldn’t help but feel sort of bad for Mustard as I did kind of understand his pain. After all, I did get called ‘Whiskey’ one time, and at least I didn’t have to tolerate that mare. However, fuck that bastard. Perhaps these were more than good reasons to throw away the ‘socialize with the horses’ idea. Or anyone, really. The humans have proven to be dumb animals and the horses to be the equivalent of slave owners. Which meant I was alone in this place, which then meant I was alone on the matter of returning to my planet, which meant I was screwed.

I slowed down, the exhaustion overtaking me as I checked around to see if there anyone had followed me. When I saw neither horse nor human, I looked for any source of liquids to quench my thirst. The answer came in the form of a bar, with an aptly titled ‘Handle’s Bar’ sign above, stationed nearby. I chuckled dryly at the pun, approaching the establishment’s swinging doors and coming inside.

It looked like any other kind of bar,but the inside of the bar was devoid of customers, with empty and dusty wooden chairs and tables adorning the center. A bar stood in the far end of the room, stretching to each side of the building, many dusty beverages and liquors stacked on the shelves behind it along with a mirror, as barstools occupied the front of the bar. Dart boards, pictures of a grey horse with a handlebar moustache shaking the hooves of other horses in suits hung on the walls, possibly from the owner of this place. A little outdated, whenever I am, but with a little clean up here and there, this place could attract some customers. Thank goodness it’s not; I have have it up to here with horses for a long time.

I pulled up a chair and sat down with the hoodie on my back, detaching the muzzle from my mouth as I slumped back, my aching legs satisfied with the shifting of the weight. I placed my muzzle on the table, albeit a bit too brash as the dust flew off the table, crossing my arms across the wood to let my head rest after the eventful day. I closed my eyes to help compose my thousands of thoughts in my head.

I wish I was wrong, but what I said earlier was the truest statement I ever thought; I am alone in this world. I am alone in this world. I can’t talk, I’m almost naked, thirsty and starving and there are so many things out there that could kill me I can’t even keep count. That kidnapping son of a bitch is still out there too, and I don’t know where he is, just left me stranded in the middle of desert to die. Honestly, who does that?

Though, it leads me to wonder… what about my life back on Earth? It’s been a day since I came here so there must be a missing persons report on me if I was gone for that long. Or do they file it after two days? Whichever it is, my mother must’ve heard the news by now and is worried sick about my whereabouts, contacting all the police stations and family over me. I grimaced even more at the fact that, since I’m in another world and there’s no one to help me, means I’m either gonna die here or not coming home anytime soon.

No, I slammed a fist the table causing it to shake. I mustn’t think like this. I won’t let what happened to my father happen to me. I will come back home no matter how long it takes me or whatever comes in my way. I smiled at my determination, though hesitantly thought. But… where do I start?

Shrugging my shoulders, I shifted to a more comfortable position as sleep seemed to take me once more with a final question in my mind. Who the fuck names someone Mustard?

Author's Note

Sorry about the infernal wait, I was watching porn.