(Mod: While things have been hectic and hardly getting easier, I’ve decided to post pieces of the main story crossover with Freddy as best I can to keep things progressing. There are more asks saved that will be factored in as well as a chance for some others. I’m actually further along than what you see here but that doesn’t mean I’m set in stone. So be wary…I’ve got a story to tell and as I’ve proven before, I can be dogged in telling it.
As for the message from ask-doctor-dimension, that is from Abby, the first form of that Doctor. The crossover with that character takes place after this story and I will be placing it as appropriate. I will collect posts as best I can soon for clearer reading and placement. Current timeline for this blog and Snow’s is dealing with Freddy
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The setting sun matched the ponies beneath it. Both were slogging their way to the end of the day. Each eager in their exhaustion to find the end of yet another day. At the same time, the lazy light seemed to want to linger to keep some of the edges of night at bay. In the end it was as defeated as the souls filtering their way into their homes. Tired eyes and hung heads would have avoided the tall pony if they had managed to look up enough to see him.
Pendleton walked along the sidewalk, sticking to what shadows and cover there was. Head bent to let his hat cover much of his face and his long coat to conceal his scars and weapons would limit just how much a danger a random pony might view him as. The scarred stallion knew his size and presence alone could alarm ponies that didn’t know him. Trying to hunker down just make him look silly so he just trying to keep to his own business while appearing like he knew where he was going. Most ponies wouldn’t question another that seemed to have a sense of purpose.
None of them seemed to care. In a way, each pony seemed a little lost in themselves. They weren’t daydreaming. They were definitely aware of their surroundings. If anything it looked like they had a couple of beers after a lack of sleep. Not giggly or faded. Simply lacking in coordination and vaguely out of it. This didn’t seem like Freddy’s style. There would fear on many faces if that was true. This wasn’t fear so much as an exhaustion that seemed to blanket the town itself.
Pen had been skirting the corners of this form of Ponyville for a while now. It was mostly quiet except for the suicide of a local teacher. In a small town that should have made bigger news. Not a pony seemed to question it. Not even in speculation. Ponies were natural gossips. How could there not be speculation of how she died? This and many other questions were building up in the muscular equine. Passive surveillance was getting him nowhere. It make him feel like the burnt demon was laughing at him for being so gentle with his investigation.
Laughing at him all the time, really. Every single time Pendleton had slipped and fell asleep, Freddy, Franny, or both, were waiting for him. Poking him. Prodding him. Laughing at him. Reminding him of how little he’d actually done to the demon. He little he could do to protect Snow and his foal. It was almost like Harpoon all over again. The very thought made the fire within him want to manifest…but he promised Snow that he wouldn’t burn his lives away like that. Especially since he was running low. Helping out Abby had upset his wife and lessened what was left to protect his own soul.
It was hard to play a hero when there was somepony waiting for you to get back home.
Freddy knew that too. He reminded Pen every time he closed his eyes for too long that Snow was vulnerable. But what was the earthy pony supposed to do? Freddy himself was the threat. The only way to stop him was to go to his home territory and try to rip him out at the root. Unfortunately, it also made it that much easier for the dream demon to invade Pen’s mind. Even now, the clock was ticking against The Chosen One and he needed to get what information he could as quickly as possible. It was so tempting to just start busting heads.
However, it wasn’t like he could just start grabbing ponies and shake them down for information. Pen had to know the right ones to corner for that to even be an option. Doing such would only provoke a police response which would make his job harder to do. Like that was anything unusual. There wasn’t much choice. He would have to get a little more hooves on if he was going to get any real answers from this burned-out burg.