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Sevens /bug/

By Aftercase
Created: 21st October 2020 08:22:47 PM
Modified: 21st October 2020 07:35:57 PM

  1. >Be Drone 7777777
  2. >Be bug.
  3. >The last year has been Tartarus for you.
  4. >You found yourself washed up on the Equestrian shore after another Hive decided to attack the ponies capital.
  5. >After months of questioning and interrogation the Princess’s have decided to let you free.
  6. >Things were pretty fine after that, they set you up with a refuge scheme, so they gave you a little apartment within their capital, Canterlot.
  7.  
  8. >”I’m sorry to inform you Mr Sevens that your welfare has been delayed once more.” The welfare mare speaks up behind her desk.
  9. You slouch back into your chair with an aspirated sigh. “Of course it is.”
  10. >”I’ll book you another appointment within-”
  11. “Two weeks…” You finish her sentence.
  12. >Ever since you signed up for this damn welfare you payment has been on hold for one reason or another. It’s not like you’re trying to get back home either, but without these bits to supply yourself with the long journey you’re not going anywhere.
  13. “Alright, I’ll wait for the letter, that always seems to be late or mis-delivered.” You grumble as you slide off the chair and head towards the exit of the welfare office.
  14.  
  15. >Trotting along the cobbled streets stares bore into your very being, some of hatred, some of fear as you make your way through the crowds. Cursing under your breath you slip down an alleyway and head towards the lower quarters of the city.
  16. >After being questioned several times by the royal guards that were on patrol you finally make it to your apartment. You call it an apartment probably to make yourself feel better, but in reality its an old converted factory made into living quarters that are just above squalor.
  17. >Pushing through the door you pass several rooms and unlock your ‘front door’.
  18. >You push it open making a path through the letters, mostly unpaid bills and death threats.
  19. >Well you presume so, you can’t really read Equestrian. You just know enough to get around town.
  20. >Trotting along the hallway you enter the kitchen, a cold breeze brushes against your chitin.
  21. >You sigh as you see a pile of ‘meals on wings’ trays litter the floor under a smashed window.
  22. >At least they left you a few vails of distilled love this time. Normally the delivery pony just smashes them in front of your door.  
  23. >You grab a small vail in your magic and gulp down the liquid. It’s obviously watered down but it should sustain you for a few days.
  24. >Thumping knock pounds on your door causing you to fumble the vail in your magic.
  25. >Grumbling, you walk out of the kitchen and towards the pounding door.
  26. >”Mr Sevens open up!” A familiar voice calls out.
  27. >It’s the landlord...great.
  28. >You open the door to find the familiar face of a grey feathered gryphon.
  29. >”Mr Sevens,” He says as if it's a matter of fact before pushing a scroll into your face.
  30. “I told you before bird brain, I can’t read Equestrian.”
  31. >”It’s an eviction order.” Your landlord replies. “You have failed to pay rent in three months. I want you gone.”
  32. “Again, my welfare keeps getting postponed.” You reply, swiping the scroll away from your face.
  33. >”That isn’t my problem, you have two weeks to pack your things and go.”
  34. “Whatever, I’ll be gone once I get my Bits.”
  35. >”And you’ll be paying for the broken window in your kitchen.” The gryphon points down the hall with a talon.
  36. “What!? That wasn’t me! It was that damn delivery mare from meals on wings!” You exclaim your innocence to your landlord.
  37. >”Those meals are for you, they are your responsibility.”
  38. “You know what..fine, I’ll pay you once I get the Bits.” You grumble.
  39. >”Excellent. I’m glad I can reach an accord with a savage like you.”
  40. “Leave me be.” You reply flatly.
  41. >”I bid you good evening Mr Sevens.”
  42. >You didn’t wait for him to turn around before slamming the door.
  43. >Turning on your chitin hooves you head back toward the kitchen, only to stop to stare at the old clock nailed to the wall.
  44. >You couldn’t read the time, but you understood when the big pointy thing pointed to that symbol another meal would come crashing through your window.
  45. >You rush towards the kitchen and duck below the window.
  46. >You hear a certain pegasus beating her wings outside the window.
  47. >It’s her.
  48. >After everything that happened you just want some revenge on something or somepony.
  49. >”Eat up you stupid bug!” A voice calls from outside your broken window before your dinner tray comes crashing through the window and clatter upon the pile.
  50. >Hay and other vegetables spill across the floor. Followed by a vial bottle that smashes on the floor.
  51. >The shattering of glass reverberates in your mind.
  52. >Time almost slows to a crawl as you catch the featherbrain in your magic and lunch her over your head and into the kitchen.
  53. >She slides across your floor before crashing into your cabinets causing your only few plates to smash on top of her.
  54. “Will you stop throwing my food through my bucking window!” You bellow at the white mass on your floor. “You’ve already cost-” You pause as you notice a small pool of blood seeping from her forehead.
  55. >Oh Tartarus.
  56.  
  57. You slowly move towards the pegasus. “Uh miss?” You call out poking her with a hoof. “Miss!?”
  58. >You feel lead in your stomach.
  59. >Oh no.
  60. >You hover your cheek by her mouth, from what you can tell she’s not breathing.
  61. >That’s bad for ponies right? Who are you kidding, it is.
  62. >You nudge her again.
  63. >No movement.
  64. >Well shit Sevens, time to panic. You got sometime before any pony will notice she’s gone.
  65. >But that means you got to rid yourself of the body, and skip town.
  66. >You’re not stupid, they’ll blame you once her office goes through the records and notice your apartment was her last delivery.
  67. >If an angry mob won’t tear you apart, you bet the Princesses will.
  68. >You shake your head to snap back to the situation at hoof.
  69. >Right, you need to get you and the body outside of town.
  70. >Running to your bedroom you pull the sheets of your bed.
  71. >Back at the kitchen you roll the pegasus in the bedsheets and fasten them with a bit of torn cloth twisted into a makeshift rope.
  72. >Tugging at the cloth rope you secure the wrapped body to your back just above your saddle bags with a few vials of distilled love.
  73. >After shifting to make your wings somewhat comfortable, you trot out of the kitchen and pull open the front door.
  74. >You take a quick glance behind, you didn’t really own any possessions nor have many fond memories of your apartment. With a shrug you slam the door behind you.
  75. >You hoove clacks onto the cobblestone outside, you feel the cool summer breeze on your face as you scan for any guards.
  76. >Seems like the guards have moved into the inner city to patrol the drunks who were bound to haunt the streets in a few hours.
  77. >Quickly making your way down the mainstreet towards the city gates you feel your heart almost stop.    
  78. >Almost slapping your hoove against your face you curse yourself for not remembering the guards on the gates.
  79. >”Hey you! Changeling!” A white armored guard shouts from his post by the gate. His golden armor shimmers a dull orange in the setting sun.
  80. You gulp as you slowly walk towards him “Can I help you Sir?” You reply with the best manners you can muster.
  81. >”Sevens isn’t it? Where are you off to this evening? It’ll be dark soon.”
  82. “It is and I’m...leaving.”
  83. >”I see, as in permanently?” The guard asks.
  84. You nod, “Got my stuff” You wriggle the load on your back, “and I ain't coming back. It’s not like you ponies want me here anyway.”
  85. >”All I can say as a guard, it’s a mutual feeling among Canterlot residents.”
  86. “Well I’ll be on my way then.” You shrug with the heavy load on your back.
  87. >”You seem to be in a hurry to get back to Chrysalis.I can smell a changeling spy when I see one.”
  88.  Your face drops, “Take a look at my eyes, I’m from a different hive. I’ll be torn apart if I run into her hive.”
  89. >”You all look the same to me.”
  90. >You grumble about calling a kettle black under your breath.
  91. >”What was that?” The guard's ears flick towards you.
  92. “I said, can I get going now?”
  93. >The guard stares at you with suspicion before stepping aside to let you pass.
  94. >Without another word you slip past him and break into a quick trot out the city gates.
  95.  
  96. >A good while passed when you decided you are far enough from civilisation, to dispose of the body.
  97. >After all its dead weight.
  98. >Heh, dead…
  99. >You shake your head, feeling kind of guilty making a joke like that.
  100. >Nethertheless you slide the wrapped pegasus off your back and start quickly digging into the dirt between a few trees and shrubs.
  101. >A fair few hoof’s down you climb out the grave and shake off the dirt that got caught in the holes in your legs.
  102. >You take a few moments to catch your breath from the hurried digging, once ready you start to roll the body. The first shove causes the body to flinch as you stumble back in surprise. >Shrugging it off as a death rattle you cautiously step forward to try again.
  103. >Before you could, it once more it wriggles again with more life.
  104. >A white head pops from the sheet looking dazed as much as confused.
  105. >”Where am I?” The white pegasus asks.
  106. “Errr...woods outside Canterlot…heh” You trail off your sentence with a nervous chuckle. It’ll be only a matter of time she runs off screaming.
  107. >”...Oh...What am I doing here?” She asks another, with an expressionless face with a monotone voice to match.
  108. “I was...looking after you?” You curse quietly as your reply finishes more of a question than you wanted.
  109. >”...I see.”  She replies looking at the bed sheet, while you hope she doesn’t notice her grave. “Was I injured?”
  110. “In a way, yes.”
  111. >”And who am I?”
  112. “...” You open your mouth as words fail you. Well at least she’s not dead, so you don’t have to feel guilty for a few days. You take a few moments wondering if you could use this cover for your tracks. “You’re uh,” Crap your mind goes blank, you were never the one for infiltration or even lying for that matter. To be honest you're probably the most useless changeling to exist. “You’re a changeling like me!”
  113. >And you blew it.
  114. >”A changeling?” She asks looking at her hooves.
  115. “Yes! But your disguise is stuck due to your injuries. So you can't revert back to your normal form. Also we can’t go back to Canterlot as we are both wanted.” You encourage your lie with the best grin your can pull while deep down you pray to whoever for this to work.
  116. >If she can buy this lie, then this whole ordeal can blow over without getting your hooves dirty and hopefully keep those guards spears away from you for a while.
  117. >”Okay…So I’m a change-” The mare wobbles before her eyes roll back as her head hits the dirt.
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