Nope, I borrowed it from Know Your Meme.Connor Lonske said:Oh yeah, RaN, forgot to ask you, did you draw that picture of the Glue Maker? It was pretty good.
I think it's funny actually. I'm used to being one of the major players of the main-story arc ever since my first team-up with Ren. I think I want to take a backseat for a little while and let you guys have some fun. The Sister and Equestria sub-plots are pretty much an excuse for me to keep writing. Speaking of which...I hope me and Tox jerking each other off hasn't made you not want to tell your story, I'm interested in it.
[HEADING=1]IN APPLELOOSA![/HEADING]
I kick down the front door of the house. The hallway is clear, but I hear the sound of a revolver being loaded in the kitchen. I cautiously approach and take cover near the entryway. Weighing my options, I decide to take a confrontational approach. I get a good grip on my weapon and move inside.
RaN: "Drop the gun. Put your hands where I can see them."
The trespasser unloads his firearm, drops it on the ground and raises his hands.
RaN: "Turn around. Let me get a look at you."
As the pony turns on his hind legs, I notice him wearing the badge of a sheriff's deputy.
RaN: "What's your name, kid?"
Deputy: "Braeburn. I accompanied the town Sheriff to investigate the area."
RaN: "Where is he?"
Deputy: "Downstairs, in the basement."
I contact Roach on the radio.
RaN: "Roach, you see anybody down there?"
Roach : Yeah. I had a run-in with the town Sheriff.
RaN: "Alright. Meet us up here."
Roach: Got it.
I turn my attention back to Braeburn.
RaN: "Sorry about that. We were assured we would be investigating the scene alone."
Braeburn: "Don't worry about it. Department of Truth types always have a tendency to drop the ball on intel."
Braeburn takes a good look at me.
Braeburn: "What are you supposed to be anyways? You ain't look like any creature I've ever laid eyes on."
Suddenly, Ghost barges in through the back door with his rifle in hand. Braeburn and I draw our weapons on instinct.
Ghost: "PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM! NOW!"
I squeeze the trigger, but catch myself before firing.
RaN: "Relax Ghost. He's not the perp."
Ghost takes a look at the deputy.
Ghost: "Oh. Jeezus, you guys scared the shit out of me."
RaN: "Don't worry about it. Let's just take a few deep brea-"
Having heard the shouting, Roach and the Sheriff bust through the basement door. The three of us draw and aim our weapons. Roach and the Sheriff respond in kind.
After ten grueling seconds, Roach breaks the tension by chuckling to himself. The rest of us lower our weapons and break out in laughter.
[HEADING=2]TEN MINUTES LATER![/HEADING]
After telling Braeburn and the Sheriff our background, the Sheriff lead us downstairs into a hidden room.
Sheriff: "This is where the sick freak does his dirty work."
Walking inside, I immediately gag. Despite having been cleaned up, the room wreaks of the smells of sulfur and rotting flesh.
Sheriff: "After tying up the victims and skinning them alive, the killer cooks their hides in water, creating the glue. But that's not even the worse part."
The Sheriff leads us to a rather large attache case sitting on a desk.
Sheriff: "Go ahead. Open it."
Ghost opens the box, revealing an array of neatly categorized unicorn horns, tails, and preserved skins from the flank detailing the cutie marks of each victim.
Ghost: "Oh, God."
Sheriff: "The killer is a trophy hunter. From this case, we've recorded at least seventeen ponies. And that's not counting the colts and fillies."
Not being able to stand the stench of the room any longer, Roach vomits in his mouth and runs outside.
RaN: "I think I've seen enough, Sheriff. Krastos is a psychopath, but there's nothing here that would give us any leads on his current location."
Sheriff: "I wish I could offer you more help, but like your friend, I'm afraid I can't stand staying here for much longer. Perhaps you should search upstairs for any personal belongings we may have missed."
RaN: "Much obliged, Sheriff. C'mon Ghost, we're burning daylight."
Ghost and I walk up the second story.
[HEADING=2]30 MINUTES LATER![/HEADING]
After investigating the entire floor, Ghost and I come up empty-handed.
Ghost: "This guy is really starting to piss me off."
Leaning on a wall in the bedroom's closet, I notice a small compartment on the wall. I reach my hand inside and pull a chord. A small hole opens in the wall, revealing a small case inside.
Ghost: "Guess it's our lucky day after all."
Opening the box, I discover a single note printed in blood red ink.
I flip over the picture.[HEADING=3]THINK YOU CAN SAVE HER IN TIME?[/HEADING]
RaN: "Oh shit."