Joshua and Jophiel find themselves at the wreckage of the pne.
It's… well… wrecked, if you can believe it.
But the hull looks mostly intact, damaged, but not badly. Chipped white paint with red lines running along it, looking like some kind of show pne.
The wings are… somewhere in that direction.
“...I wonder who made this…” Joshua mumbles to himself.
He flinches at a metallic screech that cuts through the silence.
Jophiel shoots an apologetic gnce over her withers, she's pulling open the hull door with her magic, pastel pink energy coating around the rusted handle.
The door screeches as if in pain, making an uncomfortable amount of sound in the normally dead silent ndscape.
Joshua looks down at his cross.
No reaction.
That's good.
“Pony…” Jophiel huffs, annoyed at the stubborn hull door that is becoming increasingly difficult to open.
“Girl I can just dismantle it, should be worth a good bit of metal, actually”
Maybe he can get some iron off of this? Now that's an exciting thought.
“Pony” Jophiel's huffs as her aura leaves the door handle. She steps to the side a bit.
Now, if Jophiel were a normal horse, she would understand the situation and step away for now. She would understand that there is an easier solution that wouldn't take so much effort, and none of the noise.
“Alright, let me jus-”
Unfortunately, this horse is white.
CLANG!
Jophiel's shovel sms into the open crack of the door, lodging itself inside.
With a scowl, Jophiel trots over and faces away from the shovel. She raises her hind legs and-
BANG!
Bucks the shovel handle.
Instantly, the hull doors are flung open as the makeshift crowbar breaks any resistance it may have had.
Jophiel hovers the shovel back to herself with a satisfied smirk pstered on her face.
Joshua just stares bnkly at her.
Then at the pne.
Then down at his cross again, still no reaction.
“Well damn”
Another chapter is added to his thesis about white ponies.
They check out the pne.
Inside is… surprisingly okay, looks like most of the damage was focused on the outside, everything inside is still jumbled up though.
There's a chest in the backseat, and the front seat has some sort of terminal- wait…
“A chest?”
A Minecraft chest, like the ones he can make.
“Someone was here!”
It could just be “loot”, he remembers that in certain structures of the game there were chests that had loot, but he's hoping it's something more than that.
The pne looks long abandoned, so it should be fine to take a look.
Opening it, the interface showing the chests contents pops up.
Metal scrap, iron, a couple of green motherboard looking things simply called “electronics”, and… one… scroll…
They aren't neatly organized… just spread across the interface haphazardly.
Like… a loot table…
“...”
Joshua feels his smile drop.
Jophiel, who's been poking around in the front, suddenly perks up as she feels Joshua's mind shift and instantly snaps her head to him.
“Pony?”
“It's not real”
“...pony?”
“It's…”
Joshua let out a resigned sigh.
“It's just another structure, girl…”
He unceremoniously brings the loot into his inventory and equips his axe to also pick up the chest.
Momentarily, he gnces at the scroll.
[RECIPE: Workshop]
“...what is this…”
Whatever.
His mood has plummeted, but he still has work to do.
Jophiel watches him with worried eyes as Joshua moves to the front of the pne, pausing briefly at the dashboard of dials and switches he can't begin to understand.
Hovering his aura around the dashboard, he can check its name and materials he can get from dismantling it.
[DISMANTLE: Metal scrap (10), Electronics (25), Pstic (15), Iron Ingots (5)]
…he isn't sure how useful most of these will be, but he'll take it anyway.
The dashboard disappears and the materials enter his inventory.
Then, switching between his pickaxe and axe, he begins dismantling the pne from the inside. It offers a lot of metal scrap and electronics, surprisingly he gains a decent amount of leather and cloth as he dismantles the seats. Iron seems to be the least amount of resource he's getting, but with the sheer amount of pne there is, it still grants him a respectable amount.
He pns on taking apart this whole pne, why not? Free iron.
But as he brings his aura to another part of the dashboard, it snaps to something else, normally that means that it registers something as a separate object.
His eyes widen when he sees it.
A radio.
There's no power to it so the lights are off, but it's unmistakably a radio.
He immediately goes over to it.
Flipping a few switches, and messing with the dials, the radio doesn't respond.
Okay, new smaller pn, find a way to get power into the radio.
He brings it into his inventory for now, making sure not to dismantle it.
“Maybe redstone would work?... If you were an electric type we could jus-”
Something screams.
It screams cuts through the air, drowning out every single sound around it.
A wail of a dying animal, overid with the roar of a beast. It shakes his bones as a deep unsettling ice cold chill washes over them.
Jophiel stiffens.
He feels a vibration against his chest.
He hears footsteps.
But they're different…
They're loud and heavy.
This is a new monster.
[ Something is approaching ]
.
.
.
…
“Hello mister! Do you know where m-”
Cwed hands puncture the hazard suit, instantly making the parasite hiss in pain as a purple gas pours out of the hole.
It floods the area like a thick fog, the flesh of the parasite begins falling apart, necrotizing and turning into a pile of melted organic matter and dust.
SCRRREEEECCCHHH!!!
It doesn't take long for it to fall. The bck tendril rip out of the thin flesh and fil around in a futile attempt to preserve itself, but it merely exposes itself to more of the gas.
Less than a minute ter leaves it motionless as a pile of necrotic mass.
The abomination is all thats left, who pouts and kicks at the dirt with its hoof as the suit repairs itself, and the gas is sucked back inside.
“...am I saying something wrong?”
Behind it, lies an undetermined amount of simir looking piles.
