Undyne

There's no trying to stop seeing R34 of MLP on the Internet. You either suck it up, or just get off the Internet basically. Now, I have no problem with it. Really, I actually peek at some, but I never "clop" to it. 

"Well, I thought the cuffs actually looked good on you, what, considering your attitude. But, I suppose, since you HAVE done that amazing plan.", she joked yet again as Lite went every single key (25 in fact), and finally unlocked both of the cuffs from Arctic Frost's hooves. Slowly, she started to look out of the cell, observing who was there and seeing if the entire perimeter was surrounded. Luckily, since it was just breakfast, and very early in the morning, not all of the guards were inside, An easy chance for escape was perfect for this moment. 

"All right...", she told Arctic in a hushed voice. "Listen. It's about... 5 AM. Guards are going to be on duty at about 5:25. And I almost have no clue how to navigate this place... So, 25 minutes to guesstimate, got it?"

She then started to slink out, keeping her back to the wall inside the shadows of the building.

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((Yeah, you didn't see Makuhita in there also? ))

Trevor was just about to head inside the Pokemon Center to heal up Shuppet from her bad experience with the Zubats when he had heard some odd sound... He turned around, seeing that the Makuhita, who was also transported with them, went to charging at them. Trevor went to block Shuppet, but Kirlia didn't seem to like it otherwise... She stepped out in front of the two, closing her eyes and holding out her stubby arms. They both were surrounded in a green aura, hoping to block its attack, and possibly to calm the Makuhita's mind.

((Would this be possible? Because I recall seeing one episode where Calm Mind was used to relax a Pokemon before in the anime... If it doesn't, then the Makuhita would go ahead and ram Kirlia if not possible.))

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Trevor was acting a bit dizzy, not really used to being teleported by Kirlia at all... Shuppet was slowly hovering back up to the air, groaning a little... Kirlia, since she was the one that casted the move was still completely fine, calm, cool, and collected... But what about the Makuhita that was also transported with them?

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Somber looked up a bit over at Chamois whenever she had laid a hoof right on his shoulder. And he then looked over to Lionheart, as he spoke about him not being evil and villains and such. But what Somber was really confused on was a word that Lionheart had said: incarnation. He was also trying to sound it out too, since it felt like he had never used the word before.

"I... In... car... In..."

Lite Shade had watched it all play out from her bunk, looking right onto her cellmate. He seemed to be making a motion to the spoon and then to his mouth. Was he really going to...?

Wow. I would have never thought of that. And usually, I'm the reckless one. Good work for you, Arctic Frost. A bit of respect for you. Now for my drama to ensue. At that moment, Lite grimaced, holding a hoof to her muzzle as if she were to throw up. "Oh goodness, that's disgusting!", she cried out, trying to act as if he was sick.

Trotson backed a little when Arctic Frost coughed out blood. "Aw, for Celestia's sake... Ya swallowed the damn spoon? Ya're an idiot, ya know... All right.", he said, walking over to Arctic Frost. He bent down and forced his mouth open to see where he was cut at. "Yep... The cut's bad. Ya goin' to th--"

SNAP!

At that moment, Trotson fell down to the concrete floor, his head hitting hard against it. Lite appeared behind him, grinning and swinging a set of keys around her hoof. "Well, that went better than expected. You ready to break out?"

"How? With the cereal or the spoon?", Lite asked jokingly, carefully getting her cereal down without being stupid like Arctic Frost and cutting her mouth's roof. Three days in a row, she was able to eat without tasting her own vital liquid into other liquids. Of course, she was used to gaining scrap food from before. Even though she was a shadow pony, she still needed to feed off regular pony food. However, she usually just ate off of scraps that were from garbage cans...

Once they both were done, Lite had picked up their bowls and placed them outside the cell, hiding her spoon within her jacket. She laid back onto her cot, looking up at the ceiling.

A few moments later, Trotson went to receive the bowls, already seeing that the spoons were gone. He was beginning to become outraged.

"ALL RIGHT! Where da hell are ya spoons?!", he cried out, right at none other than Arctic Frost.

"Well, what else do you have in mind?", Lite scornfully said, forgetting that she was trying to get him on his good side. That was the entire key of trying to escape for this plan to work: They had to cooperate at all times, even if it was simple small talk. "My apologies... It's just that we don't necessarily have the right tools. Besides, the spoons we receive are usually guaranteed to cut through something... Like the roofs of mouths. And sometimes, pure concrete..."

She looked back to the window before the familiar gruff voice of Officer Trotson came ringing into their cells. He seemed to be holding two bowls of something in his wings. ((Forgot to mention that he is a pegasus. And a buff one at that.))

"Breakfast's served, ya roaches.", he snarled, pushing the bowls through the bars and returning back to his station. What was inside the bowl looked to be small dried up pieces of cardboard, swimming around in a sea of slightly chunky white liquid. "Well, it's corn flakes again. Remember. Save your spoon, and try not to cry when eating.", Lite reminded, picking up a bowl and already taking a spoonful into her mouth.

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"Y-You're... welcome... Vine...", Somber softly spoke out, sliding the plate of blueberries onto the table and right next to Chamois. He looked up at her, his bid, piercing red eyes staring at her, before hearing Lionheart speak out. He seemed to cringe a bit from just hearing his voice again.


"I... I just... wanted to... be nice.... and help...", he whispered out towards Lionheart. 

@@Feather Gem

Somber had only eaten a few berries before realizing he wasn't really hungry anymore... He looked over to one of the other ponies aways from him, who was scarfing down her food and juice. It was obvious that she didn't like it...

Somber took his plate of berries, and trotted over to her, poking her once in the side. "Do you... want these? I'm not... really hungry...", he croaked out, the plate balancing on his head.

Hi there! I hope you don't mind, but I would like to add on to your requests. I would like one vector of my OC, Rockshire, please!

This is her! If you could make her, then that would be great!

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As Somber watched Mystical walk off from him, he was continuing on eating his blueberries, until he was able to see his breath.... Was the heater down? Though, Somber really didn't seem to mind it... Whenever it came to the cold, Somber never gave two feathers about it.

"Well, first, we need to survey our area first." Lite got up and looked around the typical cell, noting some details around her and grinning a bit.

"We have a barred door to our left, surrounded by guards that would possibly kill me on the spot if I dare escape..." Next, she turned to a small window, showing that it was near dawn.

"A small barred window that neither of us could fit through... And that is it. Most likely, our breakfast should be arriving soon, and that is when we might get spoons. If we do, keep yours. This will be a well thought-out tool. We shall use this to dig out through a wall or the floor here. Yes, this shall be perfect. We shall also have to be swift for this as well."

That's when Lite's ears her perked up. Did he just say... he wants to get out of here?!

Well, Litey, this is your chance. You're in a jail cell with a no longer drunk stallion that also shares the same ambition: wanting to get out of this hellhole as well! It might not be such a bad idea to announce a partnership with this one after all! Oh... But his feelings are crushed now, apparently... He must not be able to take such a joke. Why does no one ever seem to get any of my jokes? *sigh* Oh well. Jailbreak first, humor later.

"Frostbutt-- I mean, Arctic Frost... You said that you were wanting to leave? Let me make a proposition for you. I'll forgive everything that I have said to you, and will actually consider you an acquaintance, IF... you help me break out of here."

"I've got much to say, if you've got the time. Oh, but wait! You DO have all the time in the world!", Lite shouted out, already beginning to cackle out. Her laughing seemed to be obnoxious from her other types of laughing: chuckling, giggling, and the occasional snicker. Her cruel and not so very comical jokes were also getting to be back with her again.

"However, I'll just say this. I cannot communicate to him without using my horn. And as you can plainly see--", she pointed up to the top of her head, showing the plastic egg white shell that had encased her horn. "--I'm not capable of that. And with some other magic... I can't do that either because of--", she had now pointed out the orange jumpsuit that she was forced to wear in this place. "--this, which has special fabrics to prevent my body from performing said magic."

She scoffed a bit whenever Arctic Frost had nearly said a certain ten letter word... "Yeah... No. I would never sell myself out to low, low ponies like... er... some." She would definitely love to call him out and just say that it was him, but... With the compliments that she had earned in the past from him, it would probably just crush his feelings... Plus, she just loved messing with him. It was cute to her.

"Well, where should I start? The crimes that I've committed? The bounty that I've acquired in such the short amount of time? That cafe? I destroyed it when you left. I've robbed banks, set homes on fire, destroyed thousands of bits in property... and yet, the horrible law here had placed me in here and not killing me on the spot! What fools... Just like someponies...", Lite emphasized, shooting a quick glance to Arctic Frost and then looking away.

Lite was half asleep as well, only her eyes showing that she was acting as if she were asleep. The other half of her was responsive, not in a happy tone, yet not in the saddest one also. She was, just like that day... emotionless.

"Well, you finally remembered... Drinking yourself crazy, getting thrown in the pokey, and one hangover later, your little gray butt finally remembers me. Cute." Lite had slowly began to awake, moving her body to where she was sitting up on the edge of her messed up mattress. "Now, to continue. Yes, this HAS been a good while since we've been acquainted again, hasn't it? And I predict you would have never thought that I would be placed in this smelly, aged prison, correct?"

"Well, this is usually the part where I would riddle any pony that ants to find out about who I am. However, you've already met me. And instead of riddles, it would just be ridicule, darling. But seeing you more immensely drunk just gives me that small feeling that you call "pity". Hmm..."

Lite Shade definitely wanted to play around with this pony. A lot, to be honest. However, she did feel kind of sorry. And well, she DID need one pony in particular for a plan later on, but we'll save that for later.

"Ok. One month ago. Canterlot. In the café. You met two ponies there. One of them with darkest hue of obsidian, the other a dark faded blue. One was a stallion. The other, a mare. The stallion being an earth pony, and the mare a unicorn..." She had jumped off her uncomfortable bed, slowly walking over to him.

"You abandoned the duo later for your friend... The stallion was a bit disappointed, but the mare... Emotionless. And that mare, who shall be deemed as moì, is..." At that moment, she slowly walked up to him, whispering two words right into his ear.

"Lite Shade."

((I'm gonna be gone for most of today, and I would have told you over Skype, but I'm on my phone right now.))

My nose just went on its period. Like, big time. I'm following this thread, because you sir, are a sexy artist. Can't wait to see some more of these! Heh, makes me want to have Rockshire begging to be drawn for this thread.

"Well, for one thing, I'm looking at a grey pegasus that can't handle getting drunk off his own flank. Other than that, I could see gray walls, the shadows of the bars on my-- excuse me, OUR cell, a small dimly-lit light off in the hallway... Oh wait! You meant this in a aggressive fashion! Terribly sorry, darling!"

Lite loved to mess around with words like what Arctic Frost had spoke. It was one of her more mischievous antics that she loved to perform on the dim-witted ponies. And ponies like Arctic Frost were right at the top of the list for her. She gave off a little grin, just shaking her head right at the newly-reunited pony. 

"Arctic Frost. Well, I would have never thought of seeing you here at all, darling. From what I've heard from "Trotsdumb", disturbing the peace AND trotting while intoxicated?", she asked innocently, obviously mocking his decisions.

The next thing that Arctic Frost would hear was a loud slam ringing in his ears. Let's explain what had happened in the previous hour.

Arctic Frost, along with this other colt had went through with their drinking game, with Frost becoming the victor. Eventually, they both had exited the nightclub with hammered expressions that matched their trotting styles. Due to their impaired minds, they both were yelling out into the night sky profanity and multiple crude remarks. Soon enough, three cops had shown up in respective cop carriages, spotting the duo. Two of them had went after the colt who was found to be relieving himself on the town statue. The colt had sprinted off, causing the cops to chase after him.

The last cop had already apprehended Arctic Frost, going to put him in a carriage and sending him down to the Manehattan police station. Already, he was going under the charges of disturbing the peace and for an unusual charge of TWI (trotting while intoxicated.)

A few minutes later, the two arrived at the station, with Arctic Frost in hoofcuffs on the fore and back hooves. They seemed to be heading to a cell all the way in the back of the building. The pony officer, who shall be named Trotson, spoke with a gruff voice to Arctic Frost, leading him into the cell...

"Listen, ya drunk. We're puttin' ya in here since we don't got no more room in the other cells. Play nice with Shadey."

And back to reality. Frost had heard the slamming of the iron door behind him, supposing to give him a ringing throughout his ears. The cell was decorated in nothing but gray. There were two beds, one on each side of the cell. However, one seemed to be occupied by a dark figure...

She wore some sort of jacket on her body, a small plastic case encasing her horn. Her mane had blocked most of her face, decorated in yellow and black. Her coat was a full cobalt with silver streaks marking her through her chest and legs. She shook her head, mane flying back to the back of her neck. Her eyes, which were closed had shot opened, irises piercing the darkness with a silver lining. When she spoke, it came out sinister, yet feminine at the same time.

"So... You must be my new cellmate, drunkard..."

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((Fiera went off towards the showers to brush her teeth.))

Somber didn't expect for there to be some blueberries for him right at his plate. He turned around, seeing Mystical right behind him. His eyes gave off a somber feeling of sorrow towards her, of course not on purpose. When he tried to speak, his throat seemed to be constraining any noise that would come out of him, coming out close to being inaudible.

"Thank you... Miss Tickle....", he croaked out, grabbing one of the blueberries and beginning to nibble on one of them, bring greeted by the sweet taste of its juice.

Somber looked back to everyone else, seeing that "Miss Tickle" had brought back different treats for everypony else. Usually, he wouldn't ask for one single treat. In fact, he had NEVER asked for a treat from her at all. He never wanted to bother other ponies, and that's how he wouldn't be bothered at all. That was actually the first time in a while that he had gone up to talk with a pony, the incident with Lionheart and all. 

Somber continued to bite down on his toast, which was extremely burnt to no avail. But he didn't mind it... It was what he had been eating ever since coming to the orphanage. He doesn't even remember how he even got here... Or what he was doing before coming here. He doesn't remember his home, his parents... Or how he was sent to the orphanage. He rarely spoke, always wanted to be the outcast in the building. And that was just how his life turned out to be at this moment, as he sipped his rancid orange juice.

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That was when he looked a bit panicked. Percussive was so busy trying to get Dusk back into his apartment, that he had totally forgotten to go find Mel! 

"Ah, buck! That's right! I was trying to find my friend a second ago before I saw you... But, I've been in my apartment for a while, so I would have no straight clue. Do you know Mel by any chance?"

Okay Rocky :3, I am now done with your request. And maybe the word you were looking for was along the lines of "class"?

Anyway, hopefully I was able to closely capture that request, and I hope you're pleased with the results. I do, though, have two slightly different versions available for you, doesn't matter which one you choose.

 

 

 

 

If you want something changed or added, feel free to note it down and I'll see what I can do

The second one is mainly what caught my eye. This is extremely awesome, with the bright tint and all. I love it, Lugia! Thanks again! And Lugia is better than Ho-oh.