The Young man strode through the convention hall. Crowds parting before him, he stood 6"5' and bore a well muscled frame. His neat, well trimmed brown hair and beard, speckled with gray. Hazel Eyes twinkled behind heavy clear plastic work goggles, latching in the back to prevent their loss. He wore brown hiking boots, cargo paints and a long faded black duster. Upon his left breast was a name tag that read "Hello My Name Is An Innocent Bystander." An Army Day Pack was slung over his left shoulder, it and his pockets containing everything he owned. Clutched in his right hand was a Sport bag that swung as he made long strides toward his destination. Spotting his target, he sauntered up to the booth. Laid out was the most diverse collection of reproductions, there was Bob's Master Tool, Glitch, next to that was the Gambol Shroud, assorted other tools and weapons of Geek destruction cluttered the booth with seemingly no rhyme or reason. The proprietor glanced up, his eyes widened.

"What are you doing here?"

The Young man smiled, "You know who I am? To think the Merchant would recognize little old me. What an honor." the smile never left his face as he gave a mocking bow.

The Merchant frowned. "Of course, you bring nothing but trouble and you make what I do more difficult. Us Urban Legends have to keep track of each other. To many disappearances make athourities suspicious. How in the hell did a thing like you find me?"

The Young man chuckled. "It wasn't hard, I just payed attention to who disappeared where, then looked for common Booths. By the way you don't change yours nearly often enough. I mean you have used this particular color set at every convention you went to this year. Honestly, I know you're a spider, but try not to make yourself too noticeable, ruins the mystique, then none of us have a chance to get to Equestria."

"Why would you want to go to Equestria? For that matter why would I send you, I want to cause chaos not let you find out what ponies taste like."

The young man dropped his sports bag, placing a gloved right hand upon his chest in shock and indignation. "I'll have you know that I have no intention of harming any ponies, I happen to be a confirmed brony. I even write fanfiction and have a nice little OC. Just because I know the proper recipe for honeyed sweet meats, in no way indicates I would do so in Equestria, that sir is Cannibalistic Psychopathic Profiling, and Profiling is wrong."

"Didn't answer the question."

The smile left the young mans face, he looked tired, he looked old. The Merchant leaned forward, the first time feeling for another. "Merchant, I have done some bad things in my life. I reduced my hometown to a crater by converting the water in it's Aquifers into fire. I hunted down and ate my father, that abused my family for so long, after making sure he ate his new family. There is a list of broken people, both male and female that I have left in my wake. I have been a killer, a conman, a cleaner, a thief, and have committed crimes that they are still writing the laws on. Mostly because of my actions. But there are two things I have never been. I have never been an abuser or a rapist. Any woman that saw fit to be in my company was safe, often happy. It was only those that stood in my way that had anything to fear. But these last months my anger, so long my ally, has been giving me urges. Things I know if I indulge in I will be lost. I need to be away from the source of my anger, this world, while I still have the option. Before I never wish to go because I am having to much fun indulging." Then The Young Man Smiled, "Besides, It's not like you can deny me, if I am willing to buy."

The Merchant leaned back, he did not like that smile, "What are you talking about?"

"You, sir have rules that you have to obey, 1. You have to sell to anyone willing to buy, 2. You can only send them to a version of Equestria that they have the possibility of happiness, 3. You have to sell them something that is useful, beneficial, and they actually need for a fair price. I am sure being a horror from outside of time and space means that reality accepting your presence dictates these things. So, I am willing to buy, ergo, you have to sell."

The Merchant narrowed his eyes, "You take the joy out of it, what do you want?"

The young man smiled. "You pick the Equestria, so I see no reason why you shouldn't pick the product too. After all, by your own rules you will make the best decision within my price range."

"And that is?"

Opening the sports bag, the smiling man produced a roll of cash, a 100 dollar bill on the outside. "This entire bag is filled with these, check them if you want. They still have the security bands wrapping them. None have been broken."

The Merchant took in a breath, "How in the hell did you get that kind of money?"

"Misbehaving has always made more money then an honest wage. When I made this decision I liquidated all of my holdings, then emptied my accounts. This cash represents everything not in my bag or in my pockets. I will not need any of this when I get to Equestria."

Pursing his lips the Merchant looked at the man before him. Desperation had this Young Man rattled. "I just require one more thing of you." The Merchant said.

"Oh?"

"Yes, leave the Backpack and all that is in it. You have all the tools of your trade in your pockets, I have no interest in sending you to Equestria with the materials in that backpack as well."

The Man nodded, "Of Course, that is agreeable, might I retrieve one thing though?"

"Fine, what is it?"

"My Grandfather's Hatchet. It is one of the few things I have of his." The man chuckled, "I never met the man, no doubt he'd be ashamed of what I've become, but it means something to me."

The Merchant chuckled back, "Of course, never let it be said I'm unreasonable, I just have to ask my associate to get your item out of stock." Turning to a curtain towards the back of the both he shouted in a strange language, the sound grating to the ears, "L=5,/ 75$/ $85/ XL$85#/2L+/ "

A gloved hand produced a clear plastic tupperware container. Indecipherable script was scrawled on the top, as well as a price that, according to the red dash marks through previous prices, had been in free fall for a while.

The Merchant opened the box and presented the object to the young man. Securing the hatchet underneath his duster, the young man approached the Merchant, eyeing the being cautiously, looked at what the Merchant held.

The young man took in a deep breath, "That's a Mother Box!"

The Merchant smiled, "Do you not want it? We can cancel the deal."

They young man snatched it from the Merchant, "Absolutely not! It is a crime to have this languish in your back room."

The Merchant Smiled, "That it is. Problem is no one can afford them, so when I get them they sit on a shelf. But you two were made for each other. By the way say hi to Dainn for me. You really should've played the game and done the dance, not been a jerk."

The Cackling of the Merchant was the last thing the Young Man heard before everything faded.