Chapter 7 – Making Up for the Past

Chrysalis was getting impatient. That red, mumbling monster seemed to be actively targeting changelings, as the royal guards were strangely unaffected by whatever

rainbow concoction its weapon was spewing out.

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Spy was simply not having a good day. After going through an interdimensional portal to meet a land of bright, talking ponies, he was now stuck wondering what

would be the correct moment of attack. He presumed Pyro was heading straight for them, as it/he was making a beeline for the castle. Pyro… Spy disliked Pyro. Sure,

the fire-loving maniac wasn't responsible for his actions, but Pyro seemed to go out of his way to target Spy, somehow knowing where he was and seeing through his

disguise. Perhaps it was practice, perhaps intuition. Either way, Spy was consistently losing his many, many duels with Pyro over the course of their occupancy of Mann

Co. jobs, and he hated losing.

Reflecting on this, Spy noticed something: the changelings were, in fact, changelings. This didn't really come as a surprise to Spy, but it was interesting to watch how

they fought. They disguised as regular ponies, and behaved much like he did. Pyro didn't seem to notice or care, mowing down everything in his path. even when

changelings disguised in front of him. Speaking of which, Spy noticed something odd about Pyro's flamethrower. He couldn't quite make it out from this high up, but it

looked oddly shinier. And, for the oddest reason, familiar. He resolved to take a closer look…

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Back in the main chamber, everyone heard a distinctly French scream a few doors down. "What in the Hive?!" Chrysalis exclaimed. "Go figure out what that was," she

ordered her two guards. She didn't want any surprises to get in the way of her soon-to-be feast on the love of all these trapped ponies.

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Pyro just couldn't find an entrance to the castle that wasn't locked. It seemed the cute little bug-things wanted him to find another place to play. Well, his golden toy

disagreed, but the door was solid stone. Pyro didn't do stone, he preferred melting metal, and giving people rainbows to play with. Well…

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"Little insect! I will squash you like bug!" Heavy roared, fed up with being chained to a wall. Chrysalis smiled and gestured. "Have at me, then. Oh wait, you can't –

you're a bit tied up at the moment!" She laughed at her joke, and the rest of the changelings joined in. Chrysalis paced, suddenly frowning and thoughtful. "Why can't

you just leave us alone?" Twilight cried. Chrysalis turned to face her, furious. "Do you really think I came here for power? No! I came here because my changelings are

starving to death! If we just got a little love to feed the young, we'd be fine! But no. Any love we need, we must take by force." Twilight wanted to come up with a

counterargument, but found nothing. And in addition, she began to feel oddly sorry for the changelings.

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Trotsky was quite possibly having the worst day of his life. He was being chased by a mumbling pyromaniac through the halls of the castle, had been robbed earlier,

and reprimanded by Shining Armor for the same theft on top of that. This one fire-eater had caused him so much trouble, and he could do nothing about it. He began to

notice something different, however. Every time the thing's golden weapon touched his flesh, he felt better. No burn marks or anything. But, if he stopped running, it

might pull out a not-as-friendly weapon. Trotsky wisely decided to keep running.

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Tag! Pyro loved tag. He loved being it, he loved running, he loved everything about it. He continued to chase the pony he'd met earlier, map still in one of his pockets.

Didn't it want its map back, anyway? Maybe he had to catch it first? It seemed to be running up a lot of stairs, and Pyro was getting kind of tired.

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Spy was nearly panicking. Pyro somehow got his hands on the actual weapon he had in Meet the Pyro. How did he even do that? Assuming it was a he in the first

place! He couldn't decide where to hide, and thought the safest place might be just behind the doors. When Pyro came in, rainbows blazing, it probably wouldn't think

to turn around. Call me a coward, Spy thought, but I don't want to face the wrath of that maniac.

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Finally, Pyro came across a big set of doors that were glued shut by some sort of sticky green substance. Well, this wasn't even a problem. His toy took care of

everything, including green glowy glue. Pyro giggled – so many "g"'s! He kicked open the door, and burst inside, noting that Spy was disguised and apparently

cowering in fear just behind the doors. Coward. He wasn't that scary… was he? But wait! There was the thing he freed from earlier, and it was speaking to him!

"Hello, friend!" Chrysalis said brightly, while surreptitiously zipping the mouths of RED Team and everyone else shut with her magic. "I was just about to free your

friend from the clutches of these evil ponies, but I need the help of your golden weapon to subdue these fiends!" Pyro was now momentarily confused. Judging by

appearances, the ponies should be good and the bug-things evil. But the ponies imprisoned him and the bug-thing treated him with respect, and without fear.

Meanwhile, Engie was furiously shouting something like "Pie!" over and over again, frantically gesturing with his chained hands at the bug-thing he freed.

Pie?

…Spie?

Spy.

Pyro understood. He understood everything. These bug-things transformed into friendly faces and tricked you, just like Spy. He assumed he'd been hallucinating… but

it was the same with his first time fighting Spy. He raised his weapon, and for the first time in his life, everyone in the room seemed to understand him.

"That person is a Spy!"

Pyro had never felt angrier in his life. He was so angry, he charged straight for Chrysalis, who seemed confident that her spell could deflect his toy. Pyro's plan was

stupid, so incredibly stupid. But it would work. It would work, and no one would ever be afraid of him anymore.

Pyro airblasted Chrysalis straight out the window, and without waiting for her to use her wings, jumped out himself, forcing her to embrace the ever-present gravity of

being six stories up, on top of a mountain. Her screams could be heard the whole way down.

A/N: At this rate, I could totally work for VALVe. It's been 4.5 months since the last chapter was posted... 4.5 months of nothing but procrastination. Review so I

can get off my lazy butt to do more of this.