My Little Pony: Friendship is a Bizarre Adventure

Part 2: Battle Festivity

Chapters Lost In Time: New York Stories

Smokey Brown was a rather unlucky boy. Sure, he had a roof over his head now, with hot clean tasty food, and even good health. But at a cost of not only living in a place that looked down on his skin, there was the matter, of the ones who got under it.

"OI!~ Smokey!~ We're headed out to the comic store! You want in?"

Joseph Joestar. An English giant of a man, yet a immature kid at heart, all around a good guy as long as one stayed on his good side. Everyone simply called him, JoJo.

"C'mon, Smokey! We haven't gone out in like, two days, that's forever for me! Get up, get pumping, get us some comics so we can get to reading!~"

Then there was Pinkamena Diane Pie, or simply, Pinkie. Now, Smokey enjoyed their craziness, but as the mature one he often found himself being yelled and lectured at for their mischief. New For was a large city, but these two were nearly notorious for their mayhem. Smokey sighed as he saw the two plead with their begging eyes.

"O-Okay! Okay! I'll come with, not much going on today..."

"Wait just a moment."

That voice that everyone loved but feared. Erina "Pendleton" Joestar. JoJo's grandmother, and as of a few days ago, the adoptive mother of Smokey. Pinkie had no records, she simply, existed. Erina however, welcomed her warmly, though not without her stern rules. She was the hope of New York City, the one thing that stopped JoJo and Pinkie's madness. She adjusted her glasses and held out a wallet with Smokey's name written in the leather.

"Knowing those two, fifty dollars won't do, and I've been meaning to hand you a birthday gift."

Smokey waved his hands.

"I-I couldn't take that! That looks like it's worth more than me!"

"Smokey Brown! You are worth about every other humans life, and that life is priceless."

"Y... Y-Yes ma'am. Thanks, c'mon you loons."

JoJo and Pinkie cried out in victory, then silenced themselves under Erina's harsh gaze. Smokey would one day ask, and learn her secret, but not trio walked down the street, or rather JoJo and Smokey did as Pinkie sat on JoJo's shoulder, they received odd looks and even a few glares. Smokey noticed most the glares and condescending gazes were on him. Even if they didn't hate him, they didn't see him as equal. He looked back at his friends, their honest bubbily smiles washed away his negativity, he smiled back and bumped into someone without looking.

"Oh! S-Sorry, guy."

"Watch where you're going, monkey!"

"...!"

The negativity returned as the man rushed off, then Smokey noticed the sudden lightness in his pocket, and turned to see the man run with his wallet.

"H-Hey! That's my wallet! My mom got me that wallet!"

Smokey ran after him into a crowd. The man was dressed like a businessman, but a successful one, he had just barely stood out from the crowd. Smokey chased the man into an alley and tackled him into an alley.

"Hey! Didn't think I'd catch you, huh?! I don't want any trouble!"

The man shoved him back and whistled loudly.

"You idiot! You should a just let it happen, but we're gonna teach you a lesson!"

Two boys with guns came out from the alley. Smokey took a step back, but then tilted his head.

"J-Jam? Whitey? Is that you?!"

The two widened their eyes and tucked their guns away.

"Ey!~ Smokey, it's been a minuet, boy!"

"Smokey Brown!~ What's with them threads, kid? You flying high now?"

The young man ran behind Jam and Whitey.

"What the hell are you two clowns doing?! Get him! This is his wallet here! I'll split it with you, even among us three!"

Jam and Whitey glared at the man, Jam backhanded him into a wall.

"You think we stupid, glue for scales!?"

"Heh, scales, fitting for a slimy fucking devil like you."

"Right, Whitey? Thinks he can pay us to rob our own? Fuck outta here!"

"Hey... Ain't his dad rich?"

"Yeah, Jam!~"

Whitey looked over to Smokey.

"Hey man. We're about to be digging in it! We'll set you up good! Catch!"

Smokey caught his wallet as Whitey tossed it to him. Jam pulled out a switchblade.

"Alright... Let's get this- Huh?"

Smokey stood between the man and his old friends.

"G-Guys! Hold up. This ain't the way to go about it..."

Jam spat on the ground.

"Huh...? This the same Smokey, Whitey? When'd you start growing a conscious?"

Whitey spat on Smokey's shoe.

"Better yet, when'd he start asking to be unconscious? Smokey, at least walk away, this shit heel ain't do nothing for nobody. He won't even remember our own names. Just, let it happen."

Smokey thought about it. Whitey was right. This man wouldn't remember him, and these two had guns, he should walk away.

"I can't let you do this guys..."

Smokey mentally cursed himself. What was he doing?! But, just as his old friends glared at him, JoJo's voice called out from the end of the alley.

"Yo!~ Smokey! What's up here?"

Pinkie shouted as JoJo ran in.

"Oh No! Don't worry Smokey, we're here to save you!"

Jam snickered and pulled his gun out. Whitey shouted at him.

"Hey! Cool it! We don't need the heat making anymore noises!"

"Don't worry. I'm gonna dunk these losers in their graves so fas-"

JoJo began to glow as Pinkie flew off of him. His Hamon had propelled her off of him, nearly turning her into a missile, a missile that drop kicked Jam before he could fire. Whitey turned to see JoJo charge at him like a speeding car, and tackled him into the end of the alley. Smokey blinked, then released a held breath.

"Holy crap, I thought you two lost me back there!"

Pinkie held up a string and giggled.

"We did! But that hat you're wearing is made of wool! Hand knitted, so I just unraveled it before we left home to keep an eye on you!"

JoJo scoffed.

"You mean, I, unraveled it and you just started playing with it."

"I knew what it was for!"

"You didn't even know how to walk a week ago!"

"And you still don't know how to get a girlfriend!"

"Ooh!~ That's a low blow, Pinkie."

"Heh! Low Blow Pinkie sounds about right. Speaking of blow... What about him?"

She pointed to the young man who sat against the wall. He clasped his hands together.

"H-Hey! My dad works with the Speedwagon Foundation! Heard of them?! They're rich! I'm serious! J-Just let me go and I'll set you up!"

JoJo raised a brow.

"Uncle Speedwagon? Huh, no thanks. He already gives us enough."

"Wh-What?! Y-Yo-You're directly related to the Founder?!"

"Ehm, not by blood, but may as well be. But uh, speaking of blood... I think I'll spill a bit, for stealing from my frien-"

Smokey held a hand up.

"No, JoJo."

Smokey, helped the young man up.

"Go... Go to the police, and tell them everything. Turn yourself in, and get better."

"Ah... Uh... O-Okay...!"

The young man ran away. Pinkie hugged Smokey with a chuckle and gave him nuggey.

"That was so grown up of you! I thought we were just gonna take his shoes and sell them at the pawn shop!"

"W-Well... It was just, the right thing to do."

JoJo smiled and as he pulled his friends away.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever! Let's get to that comic store already!"

Smokey laughed as he ran with his friends. He didn't have many, and usually considered himself a loner, not anymore. Smokey Brown was a rather lucky young man.