Mr. Friendly in Equestria - Chapter 3 (Wuten x Chron Collab)

Mr. Friendly in Equestria – Chapter 3.
By Wuten and Chronicler.

>You are Anonymous.
>And once again, you managed to get away from… IT…
>This time, you decided to head east, to the port town of Fillydelphia.
>You felt that if you couldn’t make it as a bartender, maybe you’d make it as a dock worker?
>You spent your days carrying boxes of various supplies from the countries across the seas into supply depots, where they were processed and shipped to markets across Equestria.
>You’ve made quite a living here.
>One day, you’re carrying a larger load than usual; it’s from the zebra countries.
>Probably some kind of herbal ingredients… you never really cared, as long as the pay was good.
>”Anonymous, we’re gonna head on ova’ ta Mack’s house afta’ we get dis one put up, wanna head on ova’ wit’ us?” one of your co-workers asks as you walk out of the storage building.
>He wasn’t always sharp in the wits, but he could carry almost anything you needed help with.
“Nah, I’ve got plans tonight already, thanks though!”
>You turn to look at the stock inside the building.
>”Awh, c’mon man, we need ya!” he exclaims, stamping his hooves on the ground.
>Your eyes immediately shrink to the size of pinpricks; it’s a good thing he didn’t see your face, otherwise you might have freaked him out a bit.
“Eh, sorry dude, got a girl waiting for me tonight, I can’t screw this one up.”
>It was a lie, and you felt a little bad, but you didn’t particularly enjoy hanging around them that much; they would always end up getting hammered, then that would bring up old memories of Appleloosa, and eventually it would all just spiral out of control in your head…
>Still, he bought it. “Ahaha! Alright, I’ll let’cha off tha’ hook this one time, but you should really c’mon over if ya get the chance.”
>You smile and nod.
“Sure. Will do.”
>He smiles and you wait until he walks off around the corner before wiping your forehead and letting out a sigh of relief. Too close…

>Home at long last.
>You step up to your apartment door, twelve locks running up the side, top, and bottom of the frame.
>Most, you unlock.
>A few you leave unlocked, as they are trap locks, meant to lock the moment anything tries to open them.
>You don't bother unlocking your door knob though.
>You never lock the door knob.
>That'd just be weird.
>You enter your apartment, and close the door behind you.
>Locking it back, you hang your coat up and make your way up the stairs into your second-level apartment.
>It's not the most spacious, and rather Spartan, but it gets by.
>Most of your funds for this new home went into a soft bed, a buffer for rent, and that bitchin' PacMare machine.
>Cost a lot more than you would have liked, but it was good for when you had no more books to read and didn't have anything else to do.
>The porn here was no good anyways...
>Crotch boobs still freaked you out.
>Heading to your fridge, you grab a brew and crack the cap on the corner.
>It wasn't as good as some of that German stuff you had back home, but it was certainly better than god-damn Old Millwaukee.
>And just as cheap!
>You set your bottle down on a coffee table and go behind the PacMare machine
>Flipping the switch, it powers on with a few boops.
>This shit is on like Donkey Kong.
>As the familiar "Wop wop wop" begins, you hear something behind you.
>You cast a quick glance back, and see nothing.
>You return to your game.
>There it is again!
>You look back for a few moments longer, only returning to the machine when you hear the sequence announcing you died.
"Ah Cheese!"
>Growling in annoyance, you get your game face on.
>"Wop wop need wop wop wop me wop-"
>Wait.
>You slowly rise, afraid to look behind you.
>Slowly, you turn around.
>Something is in the shadows of your kitchen.
"H... Hello?"
>You begin to move towards the window.
>"You..."
>No…
>"Neeeeeed"
>No!
>"Me!"
>Abandon Home!
>You spin, and dive the fuck out your window.
>Landing in a pool of water on the hard road, you groan in pain.
>No time now, gotta go fast.
>You move your ass because hell is on your heels!

>Don’t look back, Anon.
>Don’t.
>Look.
>Back.
>”You neeeeed me!” you hear the synchronous voice once again as you haul ass down the road.
>DON’T YOU DO IT, ANON. DON’T YOU FUCKING LOOK BACK.
>You turn your head quickly to glance at it as you run.
>Damn it, Anon. You shouldn’t have done that.
>It’s heads were hovering about, over its flappy, sausage-shaped body as it waddled behind you, all of the heads’ empty stares on you.
>SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT RUN ANON, RUN!!
>You turn around, to see something in your path.
>A small, light brown filly with bright green eyes and a red bandana around her neck was walking across the street, when her gaze fixed onto you.
>…And that THING waddling behind you.
>Her expression was only that of sheer terror.
>…
>You pick up the filly, and immediately begin sprinting again, the damn thing starting to catch up to you due to the extra weight in your arms…
>…
>FODDER FOR THE GOOD OF HUMANKIND
>You toss the filly up into the air, and sprint off, leaving the filly to deal with that… creature.
>”This way, Gor-“ you hear, before it cuts off.
>You turn your head as you run, and just as you do you see the strangest thing you’ve ever seen since arriving in Equestria.
>That filly…
>…Was that saliva you saw flying through the air?
>…
>That filly just spit into its mouth.
>You watch as it twitches a few times, before it explodes outward, the entire street engulfed in dark green smoke and flames.
>You slow to a halt, and turn, peering into the smoke.
"Whew, I lost it."
>You sigh heavily, panting as you lean on your knees for support as you catch your breath.
>"YOU..."
>No…
>"NEEEEEEEED..."
>No no no no no no no no…
>You watch in horror as forty heads arch high into the air, all looking down at you.
>"ME!"
>Oh, why, why you?
>This thing was taking the piss.
>Well, you knew better than to throw fillies at evil demon-beasts.
>Yep.
>Never going to do that again.
>Oh, wait, weren't you supposed to be running?
>Right, running.
>You haul ass as hard as you can away from this creature.
>It effortlessly picks its way through the streets of Fillydelphia, pursuing you, that omnipresent drone always above and behind you.
>Ponies are running from their homes, screaming in the middle of the night and raising a general panic.
>Wonderbolts’ strafing runs cause it to rear back, screaming out "NEEEED" in indignation at the gnats.
>You run for what safety you can, fleeing as fast as your legs can take you.
>Admittedly, after all of this running, you were getting pretty fast, but those damn ponies just galloped right past you.
>This thing was right behind you; you needed to equalize this somehow.
>As you round a corner, the massive thing stomping its way towards you, you get an idea.
>It's as good as any right about now...
>You put everything you have into this final stretch, and dive like Michael Phelps into the sea.
>You swim hard, and you don't look back.
>You just needed to get away, before this thing caught you.
>Finally, the sun is rising.
>Had you been running that long?
>Exhausted, you spin around and look back to the coast.
>You had swam a good ways, Fillydelphia is a blot in the distance compared to the towering cityscape you normally saw.
>Catching your breath, you begin to head back, before you notice something.
>Bubbles begin to break on the surface, slowly at first, but picking up frequency.
>As you look down into the brine, you recognize a sound, one that, while distorted, you can make out with each burst of a bubble.
>"This way, Gordon…" it says, as a massive head rises from the dark abyss beneath you.

>End Chapter 3