The picture of the creamy unicorn and the scarred pony in the picture haunted Pen as he walked into Rockafilly’s. The gear felt heavy when normally it would have been weightless to him. After what had happened with Harpoon the stallion simply hadn’t felt the same. Perhaps it was too much to ask. Peace had always eluded him so why should now be any different?
With how Snow had been towards him lately…Pen couldn’t help but feel that being away was best. There was nothing he could say to her to make things okay again and it seemed pretty clear she wasn’t interested in doing so. How was a pony supposed to talk to a pony that didn’t want to talk to them? It wasn’t that he didn’t love Snow…he…just simply didn’t know how to reach her anymore. He set her on fire and caused her to awaken to one of the worst kinds of pain. He failed to protect her and the foal. On what world did he have any right to tell her anything?
And so…he drank more. The pills were to help him get through the things drinking failed to. He just wanted to numb the pain since the terrible night Harpoon and he fought each other tooth and gun. That was why he was here. To drown away the haunted feeling with alcoholic spirits.
Then there was the other reason. Mimie worked here. Maddy was swamped with her own problems and Dee was very involved with Nayomi. The fledgling Queen had some axe to grind with the tall earth pony so he didn’t feel comforting involving either Maddy or Dee for fear of putting them in the middle of their conflict. Sunshine Dove was busy with her restaurant and didn’t need a drunk there. Sera simply shouldn’t see him in such a state. This left Mimie as the only one he could talk to.
She was also the mare he’d been lying to since the beginning of their friendship.
Pen told her that he was a paranormal investigator. That was about as close as any profession could be to what he did. He didn’t feel comfortable lying to her for such a long time…but her world didn’t seem to know of the kind of threats he dealt it and it felt better that way. If anything it was a respite for the muscular pony from the madness he lived in day in and day out. It was an anthro world so he wear the appropriate form. Sadly, it wasn’t to blend in so much as to not be bothered by others. His throat already felt parched in the anticipation of the liquid comfort to come.
He settled himself down at the bar with his long coat covering his guns and knives. Not hard to do with a Colt .45 on one side and the sawn off shotgun on the other. When he saw the beautiful unicorn approach he did his best to hide his sorrows with a smile.
“Hey, Mimie. How’s business on a night this busy?”
She smiled back with a knowing grin. “Hey, darlin’. So you told me you hunt ghosts and stuff right? You must get real busy around Halloween!”
He chuckled softly. Already he was slipping into his mask. “A whole lot of ‘em, actually. It’s a rough business. Lotta old places with loose nails and such.”
“Sure,” She said noncommittally as she poured him a mixed drink. “But I thought you guys used night vision or something so you wouldn’t run into those.”
His smiled weakened. “Well…the shows afford that stuff better than lone operators like me.”
The cream-colored mare set the drink in front of him. “I hope you got some good medical or something.”
“I wish I did, but I’m a bit too much of a wreck for it. Pre-existing conditions and such.” He gazed down at his drink. This didn’t feel right at all anymore.
Mimie folded her arms. “You got hurt again, I can tell by the way you limped in here. Like most of the times you walked in here, Pen. I’ve seen those ghost hunting shows. Not one of them was as scarred up as you are.”
His head hang a little lower. “…I…didn’t lie completely. I do deal with ghosts. They…just aren’t all I deal with. I’m usually the one that deals with more tangible things. Things that should be dead but aren’t.” His deep blue eyes looked up at her. “I…uh…I’m…”
“Order up, Mimie!” A mare’s voice carried through the crowd.
The unicorn rolled her eyes. “Keep that thought, Pen. I’m going to take care of something but I’ll be right back.
“…Sure thing, I’ll be here.” He waved softly at her. Like Tar he’d be here. He’d down this drink and get the buck out before she got back. The stallion was losing his nerve yet he couldn’t get up from his seat. Part of him wanted to finally be honest about what he did. At best she’d just laugh at it and not believe a word. At worst, she might tell him he was no longer welcome here. That didn’t sound like Mimie, and no pony that knew her would believe for a moment she’d really do that…he just feared she would anyway. The spiteful look in Snow’s eyes burned behind the lids of his own.
It was too late by the time she returned. “Okay, that’s done. So what were you trying to tell me?”
The stallion couldn’t tell if she was that knowing because that was her work expression or if because she’d let him have his lies this whole time. “I’m…uh…I’m in need of another drink?”
The mare raised an eyebrow then looked at his full glass. “Sure, if that’s what you want, hon…”
He bit his lip. “No…that…that was me trying weasel out…” He finally took a sip. “You won’t believe me. Many don’t so it’s okay but, well…I’m a hunter. Of dead things. Living dead things.”
She folded her arms, tilted her hips and just gave him a look. She wasn’t mad. Mimie looked skeptical more than anything. “Like…vampires ‘n stuff?”
“…usually supernaturally possessed corpses. Sometimes objects. A toilet almost drowned me onc….never mind…I’m…well…this will make me sound like a mad pony…but I’m the Chosen One of a demonic book called the Necronomicon ex Equus…and my family’s been the ones charged with holding, fighting, and trying to defeat it. It has these demons called Deadites…and they are the reason for many of these scars…”
And so, without really meaning to…Pendleton began to relate to Mimie the truth about what he did and who he was. All the while he half prayed that she would think he was nuts and ask him to leave. But the thought never seemed to cross her eyes…
(Mod: A little holiday fun in response to an ask by Mimie! The story is almost ready to be posted but it’s still looking like it will be Saturday. In the meantime, enjoy a little IC posting (no spoilers contained, sorry folks). Hope you like it, Mimie!
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hfSDJFKA I always LOVE reading your work hun! Thank you so much for putting all this effort into your reply, I know it was a busy time for you but you’ve done a superb job as always. I’ll definitely have to come up with something to respond with when I get better! <3 <3