Chapter 2:

There's a line, of and which I will not cross. Most of the time, I've stuck within the limitation of it, and have been able to get away from certain scenarios. This line, is called the "Fuck Up" line.

The "Fuck Up" line is a very gracious line, as it does have a very broad spectrum of how you can fuck up. Like for example, I almost came close with a taxi driver's Colt .45 the other day.

Like a good cereal commercial, I took a step back from the soon to be fuck up, and realized my mistake.

Another example, would be approaching a woman, or any other gender appropriately. If you cross the up,

You get fucked.

In all of my trivial honesty, I came up with that rule about seven years ago after high school.

I may or may not have had social relations with one of my teachers.

...she was pretty smokin'.

This moment, that I am in, being halfway from ripped apart by some guy I do not know, cannot be averted in any way possible.

Said man had just barged into his home and was most likely going to find me lapping up kudo points with his soon to be wed.

Totally not my fault by the way.

For one, if I move, I risk the verge of total blackout. This is because I do not feel well. Why?

The hangover.

Case in point, one step over fuck up.

Another point is that Solar had lost all composure as soon as her fiancé walked in and so she shoved me head over heels onto the floor.

As in, throwing me over to make sure I wasn't going to be seen.

My face planted the floor in a humorous wet smack, scarlet immediately flowing from opened wounds. It was liking biting a bullet, and the bullet breaks your teeth. I held my tongue and rolled over to try and hide better.

Although it was only a few meter fall, does not mean it hurt any less.

I was bleeding! Come on! FEEL SORRY FOR ME YOU BASTARDS.

The drink concoction hadn't kicked in yet, thus the world started fading in and out of focus as sharp stabs of pain shot up my spine.

My head whipped up when Solar cleared her throat. She was waving me away as Rook entered, "Rook, what a pleasant surprise!"

The sound of heavy footsteps coalesced my fears into a new reality, "Yes, apologies, I had to come home fairly early. Apparently there is some trouble in our kingdom."

I could actually hear Solar's eyebrow raise, "Our kingdom?"

I scrambled away silently, backing myself into the kitchen as Rook started to circle the couch,

"Yes." He said with a smile, "Not just mine, but ours to share." He and Solar shared a brief kiss.

What the hell are they talking about Kingdom?

They broke away, Solar giving the tall fucker a frown, "It seems that you must be re-educated, darling, because as I told you before, I do not like it when you refer us like that."

"Honey, please, we talked about this."

Solar countered rather quickly, "Quite obviously, we did not talk enough."

I peeked out from the corner of the kitchen's island, trying to see just who this Rook fellow was.

Hoo-Boy, I am paddling down shit's creek without an oar…

Rook towered over Solar by three heads. Meaning he was about the same height as the guy who brawled me into a stupor the other day. Meaning if he so much as breathes on me, I was dead.

And no I am not exaggerating.

He had dark long black hair which went down to his shoulders. He held Solar's blue gaze with, icy green eyes. They shone as though they were emeralds. His skin was a lightly tanned, almost caramel.

Definitely above my level… asshole…

Ripple walked past me, eyeing me as she went. Obviously, she was very cautious about Rook finding me too..

"Ah, Ripple. What news do you bear for us today." Said Rook suddenly, trying to change the topic.

"Sir, Madam, I have received word that you both are needed at this present time." It was Ripple who handed a letter, no… a parchment to them, in which Solar snatched away.

Rook watched with barely contained snide as she read aloud, her voice slowly dying away,

"Dear Solaris, I apologize for the inconvenience, but due to faulty explanations and timeframes that have been shortened, you and Prince Rook…"

I chuckled quietly, "Prince?"

"...are hereby recalled to Equestria. Post haste."

Solar sighed, "Rook, he added a smiley face."

Rook shrugged pointlessly, "Some scribes can be humorous Solar."

Solar groaned, "Aw… but why does it have to be that…"

It was apparent somebody didn't like a little, 'get better' emote.

Rook laughed, "Because, it is important. Otherwise there wouldn't be a smiley face on it."

I agree. Adding a smiley face normally signals that it is important. But what… where on earth was Equestria?

Rook turned and made his way into the kitchen.

I took fucking action,

He stopped to consider some options, "Solaris, you realize this is for the betterment of our species right?"

I could hear Solar give a sigh, "Yes, I do realize that."

"Then what is with the hesitancy?"

I peeked out from behind the counter and raised a brow at her. She responded with a short chortle,

"I like it here." She added whimsically, "There's this certain… 'aura' that we don't get back home."

Rook frowned, but he too shared what seemed to be the same feeling, "Yes. I know what you mean. However - we have been called back."

He shook his finger, "The note sounded important, and I might have an idea as to what is happening."

"Besides, it said post h-" Rook stopped mid-sentence once he saw me huddled in the fetal position with one of his spoons at the ready.

For a while, he and I stared at one another. There wasn't much to say, as I one, was an intruder, and two - he was the alpha fucking male.

His eye twitched angrily, so I coughed,

"Would you believe me if I told you that I was your plumber."

Not exactly a good shot at lying. But hell, I might be able to-

He responded, "That is a bold claim."

I smiled, "But it's the truth." My voice cracked at the end, making all of us wince.

Rook grunted, "Honey, I think we may have a human problem again. Fetch me Bloody Mary."

My bowels were filling with fear and a whole lot of shit again as I tried guessing what that mysterious named item was. Being something called, Bloody Mary was obviously a weapon...

Solar gasped from somewhere behind him, "Why on this plain would you ever do such a thing?!"

Okay, now I'm thinking it's a bomb.

Rook gestured to me with a burly hand, "IT IS CODDLING OUR SILVERWARE DARLING. WHAT SHOULD I DO?!"

I chuckled, "I could leave?"

Rook pointed ferociously, "You aren't in this." He turned to continue speaking with Solar, but paused, you could practically hear the dial-up tone being thrown around the freakishly large head of his. Rook then took my spoon.

Bastard.

Solar cut him off, "You will not harm him."

Rook's eyes raised about two stories, "Him? Oh so you know it?"

Solar appeared in the kitchen, face stern, but hesitant to answer, "Yes. His name is Devin, and he indeed is our… plumber."

I unclenched my ass slightly, Rook eyeing the both of us with a male territorial intent,

"Let us say, for just the moment, I believe you. Which I don't." He then pointed at my face, "Answer me why he is bruised and bleeding."

Solar paled a little bit, but I grunted out, "I was fixing a pipe, and it busted me upside the head a smidge."

I smiled awkwardly, "No biggie."

"This," He said shaking my spoon, "Is a biggie. You overheard a royal decree, and under the law over you trespassing…"

His face grew grim, "You must be punished."

I blinked, "What're you going to do, hit me with the spoon?"

Solar and Ripple both sucked in breaths.

Rook brandished a sword out of nowhere. Like, out of absolutely nowhere. The thing was a good two arm spans, technically a longsword, it was gold, and he wielded it at head level as though it weighed nothing. He cocked his head back as though he were a vampire,

"Submit dearest Devin, or you shall die."

He made me stand. Albeit my complaints, I gulped awkwardly as I grew cross eyed, seeing the blade touch my nose in a defined manner,

"I-I-I submit. My uh, a-actions have caused me to fo-forfeit, now uh…"

I lifted my hand and slowly pushed the sword away, "If I c-could be escorted off the premises, I shall n-never speak a word of this."

Rook chortled almost defiantly, putting that golden sword into his imaginary sheathe, to which poofed from existence.

"I will escort you, plumber..." He clasped my shoulder, making me wince as be spoke the next few words,

"But not off the premises…"

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Goddammit.

Rook held true to his promise. I am just glad that he didn't resort to more severe measures. Like chopping my dick, head and or limbs off.

Uncomfortably, I add, he shoved me from his house, into his car, of and where Solar followed. She kept an eye on Rook, telling him from time to time that I had feelings too.

Mostly I kept my mouth shut tight.

Ripple stayed behind, but gave me some of the mixture for that drink in case anything happened.

After about 2 hours on the road, I began to get restless. Between all of us not saying anything, to what was going to happen made me panic even more so.

God... it was like getting into trouble with my parents again. The silence killed me. I wanted to argue with the fucker, seeing as how he had basically kidnapped me, but, and here is where my wrench comes into play -

He fucking poofed a sword on my nose.

Who in the hell does that? I mean, a sword? Couldn't it have been a… gun or something? Why a sword? Was he a magician? Was that magic? I love magic… magic is cool- WHERE DID IT GO?!

Those thoughts were what were running my head as Rook drove me and Solar somewhere from the rich neighborhood. I was pale most of the trip. The reason, was because the only other male in the car had turned his rearview to look at me - the entire time.

He never let his eyes go from me. I don't even think he was paying attention to the road…

Solar spoke up somewhere along the drive, "Rook, is this really necessary? Seems like he might be telling the truth."

"Yeah could I leave maybe?"

Rook shifted into third gear, speeding the car even faster, "Alright. He can leave. But I ain't stopping."

I gulped and looked at the road, the tarmac glaring in the evening sun, "I'm uh… I'm okay."

Another set of questions that keep coming up are the words, Prince, Equestria, and Solaris. Who, or what did those entail with these two? Exactly who am I dealing with here…

Could it be that Rook is royalty? Seems highly unlikely. We are in a certain area that despises a single person ruling over everyone else.

But why did the letter say Prince?

"Hey -" I said suddenly, catching Rook and Solar off guard, "If you'll allow me to ask… where are we going?"

I asked because Rook took an off road trail, leading us into a pair of woods. The driver responded gruffly, "You will see all in due time."

Finally Rook took his eyes off me, which allowed Solar to turn. She had this look of sorrow, maybe anxiousness. But she clasped my hand and smiled, mouthing the word, "Sorry" as we approached a construction site.

I blinked, wiping my lip so that the excess dried blood wouldn't offend these poor sods. They all were walking to and from what looked like to be a tall building with multiple intersections.

A new mall maybe? I glanced around the exterior, to try and see what was being built. Only thing I could tell from the base was that these workers had been at it for a while.

Anyway, construction workers meant restrooms… and restrooms gave me an idea…

Rook put the gear back all the way, parking somewhere in front of the frame of the building,

His finger hovered just below the headrest, "Devin, you will not say anything, do anything, touch anything, breathe anything, for if you do I-"

"Can I use the restroom?" I said raising my finger.

Rook looked at me, lowering his brows so that he seemed serious. I met his gaze and said lowly,

"I need to take the Browns to the Superbowl compadré. I would rather do it in a Porta-John than onto your lap."

He opened the car door, forcefully, hoping out to let out a growling sigh. Rook opened my side and grabbed me by the collar, "Use your, Porta-John."

He threw me so that I stumbled. But I might as well have fallen,

"Thank's… I might've broken a butt bone, but I'm okay."

Rook and his muscular ass probably didn't care. He gave me an uninterested sniff and turned to converse with Solar.

Scratching my head I grumbled to myself, trying to spot that familiar blue square.

Funny… I couldn't find one. All I could see were people and wood. Lots of wood. In truth, I didn't actually need to use the restroom. It was just an excuse to dip from Rook and Solar altogether.

It's not Solar's fault -

…

Okay maybe it is, but I'm not sticking around with a psychopath and his hostage. The hostage being (Solar).

So since I couldn't find a good spot to shit, I took a grown up decision, and walked ahead to stop one of the workers.

"Excuse me?"

This one guy carrying some sheet metal on his shoulder turned haphazardly making me have to strain myself to duck. It only caused a bigger headache.

"Yeah?" The man said in a southern drawl. I grunted out,

"I was looking for a restroom. Know where one is?"

He laughed, "Eeyup, there's one inside. I could show y-" He said stepping closer. Not that I didn't want to talk to him, it's just that the metal he was carrying bonked me on the side of the head as he came close. I could practically hear Rook snort…

"No-no… that's fine. I'll find it myself."

I made sure to step back as he turned around to do his job. I looked back to Rook seeing how he had started walking over,

"Restroom is inside."

Rook smiled, Solar stepping out from behind him obviously annoyed, "Well Howdy-Doody! That's where we are going."

He slapped my back and grasped it tightly, "Come on. I change my mind on your restroom privilege. You can use it later."

There was no argument there as Rook practically dragged me away.

Well that plan is fubberknucked…

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He led me inside, making sure I was in front. I was so glad that I didn't have a headache, or feel much of that hangover anymore. Whatever Ripple had given me sure as hell did its job.

It felt like I was supposed to be freaking the hell out right now, but I was more calm than stressed. Plus, like said before, it helped me with my aches and pains.

Without it, I wouldn't be so cooperative right now.

"Okay fuck this." I said turning to my captors as we walked through several dark and shady areas,

"Where the hell are you taking me."

Solar frowned at Rook when he didn't answer, sending a sharp elbow into his rib when the silence continued.

"You are going to at least tell him right? Ingrams beard, he is going to be freaking out here pretty soon."

That uh… doesn't help me any.

Rook grumbles something to himself, but shrugs. He grabs me and takes a sharp left through a doorway into a room by the likes of which I have never seen before.

First, the door was already in frame. That was weird because normally workers begin remodeling the inside after they finish the exterior and add in insulation. It was large, being a double door, Rook had to set me aside as he took both handles and pulled, opening them with a strain.

The floor was already built up with stone furnished with marks of circles and sharp triangles. This was not your average flooring either.

It was surrounded by literal moss and rocks all garnished with several mementos of some… culture. Whatever culture it may have been, they seemed to be represented by the main forethought in the room.

This weird circle, standing above Rook by at least two heads, stretched from at least an arm span, which could allow someone to squeeze through.

Blinking, I began to sweat at the sudden possible outcomes of this scenario.

What if I were a sacrifice…

For what though…

I was placed in front of the circle while Solar and Rook went to separate ends of the room.

Rook started after he stood opposite to me, "To answer your question, Devin, we are taking you back with us. Although I would prefer knocking you out and leaving you propped against a trashcan-"

I raised a finger, "Please don't."

Rook continued, "I could feel that it has already happened." He smiled deviously, "You aren't even a fucking plumber, am I right?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but Solar interrupted, "Fine. He's not a plumber. Personally I am surprised that you believed it for as long as you did."

That shut him up.

"I didn't. It was absolutely a lie."

"But you have to let this slide. Who exactly can he tell Rook?"

Rook looked at me sternly for a good while before he answered, "Plenty of these Earth-Dwellers, I imagine." He turned to look at his faincé, "He suaved his way into our abode. If he can twist you, he can twist anyone."

Since my plumber cover was blown, (Which was what… half a page?), I groaned, "Look, she helped me. That's it. My fault for being in this mess. Just… get on with whatever the hell you are going to do okay?"

I ranted for a bit to get the stress off my chest, "You are seriously the weirdest people I have ever met, and personally, the craziest too. Kidnapping, forced hostage, and now what?"

Both Rook and Solar looked at me with shocked looks. I laughed, "And… oh yeah! Hearing you two bitch makes me want to gouge my eyes out with spoons. So-" I said inhaling,

"Do your worst."

I think Rook actually LIKED that.

Funny fact, he actually did the worst. Here's how.

See, since obviously this room isn't and was not built by the obese and rather dimwitted fuckers called the construction workers, I wondered who had actually made the room itself. Rather why was it being put inside a building all the way outside of the city?

The symbols and different etches around these stone covered walls made no sense in my mind. It was look they were from another world.

Ironic I should say that. Well, Rook slapped his hands together and we all paused. The silence that foretold absolutely nothing reverberated around the moist room. It was only when something clicked, from the middle of the crestpiece, did I realize what was going to happen.

A small light, almost completely transparent zapped itself in the middle of the circle. I actually couldn't believe it at first, but as seconds went by, it grew in size and colour. It was only when it had gathered a bright real glow, and had the radius of a beach ball, did Rook speak,

"Devin we aren't from this place. Plain and simple as that."

I eyed the now what I assumed to be portal with a fear most foul, "Are you guys… aliens or some shit?"

Solar shook her head and leaned against the wall as Rook circled the room, "No. And yes. To you, we might seem that way, but imagine our perspective." He pointed to the glowing and swirling pool of unknown,

"When we first came out of there, it was hell. But we adapted." He smiled, "It's been like this for over two hundred years Devin."

He made me back up slowly,

"And you single handedly messed all that work up in three hours."

I nodded nonchalantly, "I'm guessing that's a record."

In response, he planted his boot firmly on my chest and applied pressure - sending me hurtling into god knows what.

Now guess where I am.

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A/N: Just wanna add a little thank for all of those who responded positively! Hope you guys are enjoying this little story!