Framed

The plain was silent as Polyester tuned the device back to his modest home.

"Where is he?" A guard scrambled around the mansion before s gone. Were to now?," Princess Celestia's voice blasted through the air out of the commander's communicator. "Where could he have gone, think about it! He might have fled into the Everfree!" The commander ordered his troops to move out into the forest. After some walking, he found a few weapons lying on the roof of the dwelling. He confiscated these items immediately.

Polyester switched off the device. There was no point in trying to hang onto a past long gone, as he could not regain his wealth any time soon. Polyester got up and glanced at his surroundings. There were not many sources of food, or water for that matter. He went into his helicopter after packing his things, the tank was empty. Grunting in frustration, he opened the door then stepped through it, slamming it behind him. The helicopter did shudders in retaliation. Polyester grabbed his weapons and left everything else behind; as he left his home in so much of a hurry he forgot to pack food and water. He noticed a forest on the horizon, which seemed the only logical place to start the search. After about a 6 hour walk Polyester was exhausted. Gazing at the night sky remembered him of Princess Luna. While thinking about how he was going to deal with them he drifted into his sleep.

Parks Brit was starving, like he has been for weeks on end. He has been eating berries off bushes, fruits off trees; he even tried to eat grass out of sheer desperation. Nothing managed to cure his hunger. But what was worse was his social state. Ever since he got lost from the crystal mines he worked from he has had absolutely no one to talk to. What were left of his memory now were short spans of time, all he could remember is that he was some sort of miner. He did not dare to go back to those mines. When he finally found home a week ago he was dismayed to find the mine over run by changelings. Before they could spot him he quickly dashed back into the forest. He suddenly heard a noise; it was the sound of hooves crushing grasses. Parks instinctively found a vantage point, a tree around 10 feet tall, and climbed up there branch by branch. He finally got a visual of the creature, a earth pony. The pony had several devices with them and was falling asleep. The pony appeared to be a yellowish stallion. Parks shimmied down the tree and tried to get a closer look. There was a crossbow with bolts, some of them having containers containing strange liquids. There was also some strange thing that seemed to him like a rectangle and a cylinder strapped on each other. Parks saw something in the stallions hoof; it appeared to be something black. As Parks inched closer he bumped his hoof into the stallion, starting him awake. The stallion awoke and had the black object near Parks throat.

"Who are you?" The Stallions voice was full of suspicion.  Parks swallowed down his fear.

"I'm Parks. Parks Brit. I have been lost out here for weeks! I have no weapons, I swear!," The stallion moved the blade away from his throat and let him go.

"Sorry about that, I'm just tense. I'm Polyester Homes.," there was a tone of fear in the stallion’s voice.

"Polyester Homes? Isn't that a fabric?,"

"I don't know why my parents named me that either. You look starving."

"I have been for weeks Homes."

"Do you know a source of water?"

"Yes, I do Homes."

"Good, you should get some rest; you look like you have been up for days."

Parks Brit lied down on the grass, a respectable distance from the weapons. He drifted into sleep.

As Parks drifted into his dream state, he could not help but feel suspicious. Why was this stallion in the middle of the woods? As he entered his dream, these thought's subsided. The dream consisted of him walking through a gallery of paintings, some colorful, some black and white. He came across a painting that looked more like a letter. The letter drifted onto the ground without him even touching it. The letter was completely unreadable, but for whatever reason he grabbed the paper regardless. Before long, he tried to make his way out only to be blocked off by security guards. The guards tried to subdue him to get the letter, but Parks would have none of this. Brandishing a knife, he stabbed the first guard and sped off, leaving a shocked crowd behind him.

As parks ran away from the crowd, he immediately started questioning himself. Why would he suddenly murder a pony like that? Was he insane, a ticking time bomb waiting to explode when least convenient? No! How could I possibly be insane? Within seconds he doubts his reasoning. After all, was the guard really after him, and if he was, would it not be a smart idea to just give him the letter? As Parks wrestles with this possibility, Parks discovered thinking about it seemed to make it worse. Eventually, he was done with it, he would finish the job tonight, some pony wanted the letter. Quite badly. Perhaps he could use this to gain money.