MULTIPLE DISCLAIMERS: I DO NOT own MLP or any of their characters. I do own my own OCs but that's within the MLP world, so...credit where it's due. Secondly, I have never served in the military nor do I have any hands-on experience with guns. I am too lazy to search things up, so some things might be inaccurate. Along with that, there will be mature scenes of violence, language, and sex in the future, probably not this episode. You know, mature stuff. Just letting you know.
Hunter stood high up. On top of Twilight's castle.
"Shit. How do I get back down?"
His friends, six ponies of different coloration, stood on the ground. They looked up at Hunter, unsure of what to do. Hunter regretted his decisions. He made the mistake of doing magic unsupervised and now was stuck on the roof of the castle. He had attempted to teleport before but no attempt was as crazy and erratic as his last. His horn had begun to glow dark green instead of his normal green, and now he was scared of using it.
So Hunter now stood up high. His friends had been talking amongst themselves, hopefully about how to get him down. However, he began to shit himself, not actually, when he saw them disperse and leave.
"Hello? Anyone down there? Uh, could use some help! Hello?" Hunter sat his sorry ass onto the roof. Actually, it was more of the big ass star that covered most of Twilight's castle's upper half. Hunter was between a crevice of said star. He looked up at his horn. It was not to be trusted in the near future. And so Hunter began to brainstorm ways of getting down. His friends would pay later for leaving him. Pranks will befall the poor victims. But as of right now, Hunter carried out scenarios of how to get down.
He first looked at the nearest platform. It was the balcony of the castle. The fall looked to be around twenty to twenty-five yards. That would be his last choice.
He looked around the star. Nothing seemed to resemble rope or anything that would lower him. He looked at the towers of the castle. At an angle, the towers could give him enough space to land. However, the fall was still at around fifteen yards. Pain and most likely death. He needed a way to fall no more than six yards or to slow his descent. He remembers the one thing he always carried on his body, pony or not. His knife. Sorry Twilight, but the castle could use some scratches. Hunter took his knife out from its place, his own pocket dimension.
Discord had revealed to him the extent of the power he was gifted which included a convenient pocket dimension that could hold small items. Discord taught him, begrudgingly. That was a couple of weeks ago. Hunter remembered the day he had arrived in Equestria and how he ripped his only ticket and way home. He was not regretting it, just reminiscing. Actually, only slightly regretting it. Twilight was pissed with him for daring to destroy a book. But that story is for another day.
Right now, Hunter now held a knife in his hoof. Weeks of basic movement were taught to Hunter by Twilight and Applejack. They had him do exercises to get used to his pony form. Holding items, grabbing items, controlling his walking and running, a couple of magic exercises, such as telekinesis and a few elemental spells.
Twilight admitted one thing to Hunter; she didn't know the full extent of the cloak Hunter had. Hunter was about to find out.
He held himself in a crouched position, knife in hoof. He looked at the balcony and to the castle peak. He would have to jump with momentum and stab his knife into the castle. That was the hard part. He needed all of his strength. Truthfully, Hunter didn't know if his knife would penetrate the castle wall. He could just hope it would.
He readied himself. Crouch. Jump.
Hunter flew downwards toward the castle at a quick speed. Hunter drew his knife back and plunged it into the castle wall. The force of his jab began to trace a line onto the castle, and Hunter was slowing. He was at about fifteen yards away from the balcony when his knife betrayed him. The knife blade broke in half, leaving one half in the castle. Hunter's eyes grew large as he could now see the balcony approach him at a fast speed. He closed his eyes. Thud! The air in his lungs left him. He felt the air around him snap, and he felt himself worm and writhe. He opened his eyes. He touched his body for injuries. He.. wasn't a pony anymore. The cloak broke, also breaking the fall and avoiding injury. Almost like a second skin or body shield. "Fuck yeah! I'm not dead!"
John, as his name changed depending on his form, collapsed onto the ground and immediately began to snore.
"Alright girls! We have the trampoline, helmet, and pillows. Now let's set- Wait. Where's Hunter?" The girls had gone off to find items to help Hunter down. Applejack was tied to a wagon that held a trampoline, helmet, and about a dozen pillows. They looked around the star before realizing Hunter had jumped.
"Oh no! Poor Hunter. He. He. Owes me ten bits! Hunter, where are ya?" Applejack began to shout.
The girls shook their heads in amusement and began to search the castle.
John stood from his nap. He stretched and scratched his ass. He stood up and began to walk aimlessly through the castle. He was still quite asleep.
After Pinkie Pie raided the cabinets, she bounded off upstairs and ran head first into John. John collapsed backward, the impact waking him completely.
"Oh cripes! What gives?" John rubbed his chin and looked down at the floor. Pinkie Pie was sprawled out in a heap of pink. She had a smile on her face.
"Found ya! Hey, how come you're not a pony?" Pinkie Pie began to jump around Hunter. She made her fifth orbit around John before he suddenly stood up. He brushed himself off and looked down at Pinkie Pie, a smile growing on his face.
"Alright, you found me. Let's go look for the rest. Lead the way!"
"Okie Dokie!"
As the two made their way down the stairs, a mischievous grin grew on John's face. As Pinkie Pie reached the bottom step, she turned to comment to John about the jump when she realized John had disappeared. She shrugged before shrieking and disappearing into a large brown sack. John tied the sack. His plans were now in motion: Operation Counter-Prank.
The girls heard a shriek and quickly came back into the main entrance room. They looked at each other, worried.
"Oh dear. That was Pinkie Pie. Do you think it was Hunter?" Rarity proposed.
"Hunter made Pinkie Pie shriek? But why?" asked Fluttershy.
"Hunter.. and she shrieked.. hmm.." Twilight tried but failed to stop the blush that was appearing. Since the first day of Hunter's stay, Twilight had been ignoring the weird feelings she had been feeling. She had never felt this way before in her life, evidently so, due to "not having enough time." But that was her excuse when she had been studying at Celestia's school. She had her "alicorn duties," which never fooled anyone. She had been angry at Hunter for destroying such a priceless artifact, but when he had begun to explain himself, she could only sigh. It was true; that book was the only way back for him to Earth. He could not use the way she had used to go to Canterlot High. She had read about temporal cracks in time and space, and it didn't sound fun. He was truly glued to Equestria and the world around it. And she was with him as well.
"Uh, Twilight! Yo, Twilight! Are you daydreaming again?" Rainbow Dash's voice interrupted her thinking. "We're still trying to figure out what to do next. Care to join?"
"Oh! Uh, sorry. I'm just thinking: do you think Hunter likes to live here?"
Everypony turned to Twilight. "Whatever do you mean, dear?" Rarity asked with arched eyebrows. "He's been happy ever since that book was destroyed."
Twilight winced at hearing book and destroyed in the same sentence. "Yeah, I know. It's just, he was put in Equestria without a choice. I don't know if he really understands what happened, not even I, for that matter. Do you ever wonder if.. he might be unhappy?"
There was a moment of silence and unease. The serious atmosphere was broken by laughter that seemed to be fading.
"Come on! Let's not let them get far." Rainbow Dash said as she began to zoom through the halls. Everypony else followed.
"What are you going to do to me? No, get that away from me! No!" Pinkie Pie cried out as a large silhouette loomed over her, its limbs extending down toward her. The limbs began to assault her with a weapon of mass tickle, and the large shape came into view. John was smirking as his first victim writhed and begged for mercy. But no one would get any.
The weapon in his hand was his trusty feather, which was purple and belonged to Twilight. Definitely not weird.
He stopped his tickle attack and let Pinkie Pie sober up before resuming his assault.
"St- Stop! Wait! Ahaha! Wait!"
"Only if you help me get my revenge"
"I will! I beg, no more tickles!"
"Alright, only if you Pinkie promise"
"I Pinkie promise!"
John grinned at his success. He now had a recruit for his cause. It was time for plans to start moving.