The clone chuckles nervously, “Well… it may have kinda sorta been,” a long awkward pause, “An Illusion.”
He needs a moment to get it through “An illusion… Like the one standing in front of me?”
“Well less elaborate… but… yes…” he lowers his head, “Sorry… I’m not good at the whole jokes among friends thing still it seems…”
“Mythic… Come with me..” Pewny turns around and goes downstairs, deep down into the basement.
(13 minutes till new asks available)
The clone chuckles nervously, “Well… it may have kinda sorta been,” a long awkward pause, “An Illusion.”
He needs a moment to get it through “An illusion… Like the one standing in front of me?”
“What…” The pegasus falls silent for a bit, getting up slowly “What do you mean, not real”
After about half a minute the stallion shifts, trying to look at the other pony through his hooves “S-so it is… Where’s the g-g-griffon?”
“… …” His ears must be deceiving him, he can hear himself? Either he is going crazy, or… “M…mythic? T-that really you…?”
The pony still doesn’t move an inch, not trusting if this Mythic is really Mythic.
The pegasus tenses up, the shivering stopping. He doesn’t seem to recognise Mythic’s voice, trying to appear uninteresting to the ‘enemy’
(Had to XD)
There the clone can see a black mass laying on the stairs in the darkness. Longer observation allows to notice certain details, like shivering, ears perked up trying to catch every single sound possible and that it is in fact Pewny.
There is no Pewny, there is only ZUUL silence.
The workshop is silent. Completely. Maybe the wheels of the fallen chair do some noise, but other than that, nothing. The pseudo-unicorn can notice that the basement door are closed shut, with no sound coming from the other side either.
He blinks slightly, taking what was just said and looks behind, noticing the big Griff “…” His eyes go wide open, pupils shrinking “… OH MY DISCORD!” He yells, after which he quickly gets up from the chair, trying to kick it at the griffon in the process, then running towards his basement, tripping on the way there twice, but in an adrenaline rush managing to get up surprisingly quickly. After only a couple of seconds one could hear at least 3 locks being locked from inside the basement.
(Mythic’s an asshole sometimes XD)
AnonymousThe stallion sighs “Yeah yeah, because a big and heavy griffon managed not only to sneak into my workshop, but to make no noise on the wooden floor or from flapping wings.”
It’s probably because:
- Tumblr ate it
- I don’t know how to respond
- Tumblr ate it
- I am rolling around in happiness because holy shit someone thinks I’m ask worthy
- Tumblr ate it
It will NEVER be because:
- I hate you
