Undyne

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..."

@@Feather Gem ((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.

@ 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?"

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.

@ That was one thing about this place that Percussive did not know anything about... Where could he obtain food? He never even got any in HIS apartment, more or less there was anything for Dusk in his... "That's one thing that I can draw a blank on, Dusk.. I have no absolute idea."

@ Sadly, Percussive wished he could figure out some way to relate from this. But, he didn't, since he used to be so sociable when he was young. And he still was today. "Well, at least you're improving. Right?", he asked, then mentally face-hoofing himself for not coming up with something more helpful.

@ "I'm sure, you don't have to get me anything. I'm perfectly fine. Just a bit bruised.", Percussive complied, looking around the complex. "I could see why. At least you're not like that one extremely shy stallion from earlier. Man, he looked like he would pass out from a simple conversation..."

@ Percussive was moving his neck a bit, feeling a bit tense form the landing. "Nah, there's no need. Just glad to help somepony out. Besides, if you need anything, my place is the highest building here. I have no idea why, I just love going to high places sometimes..."

@ "Oh. Well, if you want... I can get into the room for you. Just a hop... skip... and JUMP!" Although Percussive had said it, he never performed most of it. He jumped into the window, managing to get himself stuck a bit, but slipped in with a THUD! and a bit of a grunt from impact. "I'm somehow in!", he called out, and after a few seconds, the door to Dusk's apartment was unlocked.

@ "Nice to meet you, Dusk.", Percussive said as he looked over towards the window that Dusk was trying to get into. Then he looked to the rock, and back to the window. "Well, that's quite the predicament. Bet you would need some help." He started to trot over to the window, and positioned himself in a odd fashion. "Climb up on my back. The rock isn't high enough for you, so just get up on my back. And don't worry about me."

@ Yep. He was almost like that shy pony from before. But at least he can speak out and talk unlike him. "There's no need for an apology. I was just simply wondering why you were laying on the rock, that's all. Oh, and I should probably introduce myself. My name is Percussive Force.", Percussive replied, extending a hoof for him to shake.

@ "That's it... I'm going to tell him, and that is that.", Percussive mumbled to himself, as he had exited his apartment and started to walk down towards Mel's, ready to commit his feelings. He felt extremely confident with this that he almost walked past a stallion who was curled up on a rock next to him. That's when he stopped... Why was that stallion on the rock? And why did he look so sad? Time for Percussive to figure this out. "Excuse me...", he said, walking back over to him. "Are you all right? You look sad... And why are you laying on a rock?"

Somber didn't want to say anything to him or Mystical at all. He still seemed too upset from the recent ordeal that Lionheart had bequeathed to them... Mainly him... Somber just shook his head, both to Lionheart and to Mystical, just slowly trotting back to his seat, that was away from everyone else. He sat back down, returning to his toast nibbling...

Somber was just close to start crying, until he felt a familiar hoof across his shoulder. He turned around, seeing Mystical right behind him. His eyes, as if on cue, were beginning to dry up, but he still kept the same expression on his face. Then after hearing Lionheart rant about his predictament, Somber looked down. At least he can remember parents... Nevertheless, Somber nodded to Mystical.

It went up as a video. This was really good, but I have a question. Did you record the entire video? Because I could definitely hear the background noise, along with the occasional mic bump...

@@Descant Trevor and Shuppet both fell to the ground, with Shuppet mainly dazed from the Zubats' accidental ramming. Trevor groaned out a little. Kirlia turned to see her partner and master nearly close to knocked out, and with the Makuhita becoming scared, this was something that she needed to think about... She closed her eyes, and suddenly, a few flashes came from her head. Trevor, Shuppet, Kirlia, and somehow Makuhita were no longer in the cave! It was like they teleported out of the cave...

Somber may be 6 during this time. He had no idea what most of those words meant, but he could tell that they were hurtful to him. Sure, he might have been a kid at that time, and that anything mean would probably make him argue against it. But this was Somber that the situation had... He started looking teary-eyed, almost as if he was going to cry at any moment... "Y-y-y-you're a... A... B-big meanie..."