Chapter 7: oh shit...

Hey guys and girls, in this chapter we get to the post-nightmareinacloset scene and we move into a transition of where we see a likely formation of OOC and non-canon plot lines. But don't be expecting me to follow the canon story line all of the time. And guest. Please be nicer. I knew that last chapter was a clusterfuck and that it bored many people to read it. But for my sake (and sanity) please be nicer. Thanks

It had been three days since nightmare moon had entered Simons head. And things were

motoring on as usual. Although he and nightmare held a chat fest during Simons sleep. He

didn't learn much about her and she had already gathered information from just being in

his head. It had been a nice and uneventful day. The sun was out and he had followed the princess

everywhere, although, he couldn't walk into the mares restroom so that was a point wen

he was alone for a few minutes. So naturally he twiddled his thumbs and thought to

himself. Not much could be done except to sneak a peak in the mares room. But he

wouldn't. He wasn't a peeping Tom.

After five minutes of alone time, the princess came back out of the bathroom and as such.

He followed her to the throne room. During the walk there idle chit chat was engaged.

"So, Simon, how are you as of late? I have not heard much of anything since the incident."

Celestia spoke, voice laden with worry for the human. "I've been fine, celestia. Nothing

aside from the small pains in my chest and a slight headache from time to time, but

everything is a-ok." He said, addressing her worry's with less prominate dealings.

Truthfully, he had an evil version of Princess Luna in his head, resting until she felt better.

Not only that, but he had a nasty scar still showing on his chest. And lately, since

nightmare moon had jumped into his mind it had been acting up, burning for only a minute

or so at a time. But it really. Burned and surged with slight stinging whenever he was

around nobles or the rich idiots. "Are you sure? I don't want you pushing yourself too

much." Again, her voice full of worry. "Honestly celestia. I'm fine." He said, patting his

chest. After a moment of looking at him, she nodded and continued on, only now a bit of

silence followed suit.

Twenty four minutes. They had been sitting in the throne room for twenty four minutes.

Celestia was sitting, no, laying on her throne, writing with a fountain pen that she had

received from the president of the United States of America after signing a land-lese act

that allowed humans to colonate areas that had been signed off by the princess, allowing

humanity to live on the planet so long as they didn't commit any crimes to ponykind

Anyways we just stood around for a few more minutes before some thumps came from

the doorway to the right of the throne. I looked that way and there stood a hood figure. My

hight, but this pony pulled a sniper rifle out of nowhere, a red dot following where the

scope connected to the barrel and the tower of the scope. The red line was pointed at

"oh for fucks sake!" Simon ran at the sniper, and everything seemed to be in slow motion

as he ran at the assailant, who's sniper had been leveled and was taking aim. The red dot

slowly climbing from Celestia's flanks to her head. It was midway there by the time Simon

had jumped at the pony. He impacted the pony's body, knocking the sniper up at just the

last second, the bang and the yelp of pain was heard.

Simon had just nailed the pony, only the pony used the stock of the sniper to bash his

face, braking his nose, causing blood to spew forth as Simons head was knocked back.

Several guard rushed in and split up. One went to look after the princess while the other

sped to Simon and the assailant, only to end up shot through his left foreleg and hindleg,

effectively taking him out of the battle. Only for the sniper to be smacked out of the hands

of the assailant . . . wait, hands? "The fuck?" Simons distraction gave the assailant

enough time to break Simons jaw before shoving him off and running. A loud smash was

heard as a window, along the corridor the assailant went down, was smashed and broken.

After that, several guards ran and surrounded the princess. Simon climbed to his feet and

walked to the princess. As he passed the guards he pointed from one of them to the

sniper on the floor. Nodding, the guard moved over to the rifle with a stick of chalk in his

magical grasp. As he outlined the rifle with the chalk and designated it as a piece of

evidence. As Simon passed through the group he saw the small blood puddle and the

even smaller gash on the back of her neck. The wound was an intermediate level of

destruction to the skin and anything below the surface.

Simon kneeled down and pulled some of her matted Crimson fur away from the wound,

receiving a small hiss of pain as part of Celestia's hair was pulled out of the wound. There

was dead tissue and at the deepest point, you were met with the muscles that made up

the back of her neck. Simon was infuriated with the being responsible for this. However,

very few beings held the ability of having digits. Specifically fingers and opposable

thumbs. Simons mind was traveling a mile a minute. His adrenalin was wearing off and he

blunt pain of his nose and jaw began to surface. But even though he was still mad at the

pony's unrelenting murder and genocidal acts against humanity, taking his sister and his

mother and father in the process, his friends, his grandparents, his great-grandparents, his best friend, even his first girlfriend. He had lost so much, and all at the hooves of this mare

before him. Yet he felt nothing more than sorrow. A deep saddens that means he cared for

her, as if she was family. From the time he was "under her service" to the point when she

went missing, he felt nothing more than hatred for the mare. Now, after getting her back,

he realized that she was like a second mother. Not just to him, but to everypony. To

everyone on this planet. Even the animals, who were previously thought to be mindless,

she was surrounded by at almost all times. And left when asked. And came when called.

Almost as if they loved her as a mother. And now she was in pain. In a world of hurt. And

Simon felt helpless. Yet he knew better. If it weren't for him, she'd be dead, a nice little

bullet wound in her skull would prove to everypony that at heir once beloved leader was

now asleep, never to awaken again. Only he had knocked the gun away at the last

second. And he felt terrible he hadn't noticed the figure earlier.

He tapped the shoulder of a guard and pointed to the one bleeding from the knees on the

floor a ways away. The guard rushed to the wounded guards side, checking him for vitals.

When the guard looked at Simon before running out of the halls yelling for a medic, Simon

knew that the pony was in deep shit. Not only from the desperate yells for a medic, but

because of the size of the blood that had pooled under the injured pony.

[POV Change: simon]

I'd never really seen so much pain in my life. The princess, of course had experienced

pain, of that she told me about. But this was a new one. One that if memory serves means

she'll have a large scar. One that not even magic can heal. I picked up the princess after

checking her vitals one more time. As I picked her up, the guards formed a ranking column

around both me and another guard who had picked up the body of the other guard. His

body being pale white, like his fur, gave an inkling that either he was dead or he was going

into shock. Either way, I ordered him to rush the guard to the medical wing. He gave me a

bemused look, before nodding, giving a short salute, before running off, three guards in

chase to maximize protection. Even when they knew the killer would have ran for all his or

her worth after shooting a princess, he wouldn't stick around to kill off more pony's even if

he had solid gold covered diamond balls, he still wouldn't even be dumb enough to stick

around, gunning down any pony he sees. Still, they hadn't experienced anything like this

at all and they were being cautious. When we made it to the medical wing, several doctors

were there. And when the doors opened they were utterly pleased that is had brought the

princess. No they were caught off guard by my appearance. Apparently my face had so

much blood on it that it looked as if I mauled the princess and started eating her neck.

And the blood on my face had already started to clot.

The doctors took the princess into the emergency room while I went into a small sterile

room. I remembered staying in here while I was recovering from nightmare night. It was

both a good and bad memory. There was two nurses in there, although one fainted when

she saw my face. When the doctor brought a mirror out, I knew instantly why everypony

was fainting at my face. There were several large gashes on my face. All of them looked I

had been mauled by a wolf or a Timberwolf. The scratches looked like claw marks. And

that wasn't it. I had several pieces of bone sticking out of my nose. And it was at a ninety

degree angle. Not just that, but my jaw was hanging limply at the left side of my face. Ad

gobs of saliva and blood were just spilling forth. Overflowing my mouth with the rich

sensation of a rusty iron taste. And my own blood tasted vile. Even to my own stomach

and my own tongue I was repulsed at it. Yet the taste of it was so inviting that I swallowed

it over and over. Before long I had several doctors in the room putting my jaw into place,

quite painfully, might I add. And after that, they began disinfecting my cuts and broken

nose. And it was with magic. . .no? Damn. It was hydrogen peroxide they poured on my

face. The shit stung like a horse giving a swift buck to the balls. Not only because of the

cuts, but also because I wasn't prepped for it. Yet they knew what they were doing so I

merely asked for a belt to gnaw on while the disinfectant stung. To which I received a large

band of cloth, rolled up from tip to tip. Like a marihuana cigaret. A dube as its called. Or a

blunt, whichever you prefer. I swear up and down though that I chewed through that cloth

like it was nothing but a cloud. Let's just say, I have sharp teeth. Anyway, after they forced

my nose into place, which involved a lot of unnecessary cussing. Some that even pony's

don't and should never know. After that, they just looked at the cuts before they nodded

and stitched up four cuts that were deep. Afterwards I was put to sleep by an anesthetic.

I fell into a deep and unwelcome, but very much needed sleep.

Hey bros and bronys alike. I'm here to make a little challenge for you all. If you can

answer these three questions then I'll put your OC in the story. Who knows what he'll

be. That's between the winner and me. But before that, let me just say my new

routine has been effective, in more ways then one. I've been less stressed to write

my story's because now I have a full month to work on either one of them. And

before you begin asking, yes I'll continue on The Sins Of Our Lives. Just not at tis

moment. I'm needing to either revise some stuff for TSOOL or scrap what I have and

keep very minimal stuff from the original. And not only that. I'm seeing where i can

go in the whole face to face non-combat situations. You know, like socializing. I'm a

warrior, not a peaceful butterfly. I write war situations. Anyway. Before moonlight

sonata ends and I have to change songs again, let's post these questions, shall we?

1). In halo, what is Chiefs staple weapon(I.E. his starting load out)

2). The [blank] of my [blank] is my [blank]

3). In fallout Equestria. What stable is little pip born in, and who was the overmare?

(Hint: she's related to one of little pip's group members, a song bird maybe?)

Remember, if you win, your OC will get hammered out between you and me in PMsbut if your a guest. ... We'll see what we can work out. But that's all for now, see you all in the next chapter. Bu-bye!