"Horace? Horace, you okay? You still there?"
Horace opened his eyes. There were Alissa and Ian, both looking rather worried.
"I'm fine, I'm all right." Horace said. "....Did you two by any chance have any odd dreams while you slept?"
"Involving Princesses?" Alissa said. "And shapeshifting bugs?" She nodded, as did Ian.
"....So." Horace said, looking at the both of them. "What should we do?"
"What can we do?" Ian said. "I have no intention of remaining a hostages for these loonies, and--well, taking direction from an alien moon horse is better than no plan at all."
"Agreed." Alissa said. "I--"
"We were wondering when you three would wake up." said the mare in the tattered jogging suit, an armload of junk food in her massive arms. "Here you go, then."
Dropping the mass of chips, candy bars, sodas, and beef jerky onto the ground, the mare waddled back to the other earth ponies, who were scanning the horizon.
As the three glumly ate, watching as their captors looked up and down the road for any sign of further hostages (or, Horace supposed, the fast food that they had demanded), Ian abruptly spoke up. "We need to make our move at nightfall. Ponies don't do so well in the darkness, form what I hear."
"Seems about right." Horace said. "Could you hotwire another car, Alissa?"
"I could, yeah." she said. "Of course, I'd have to find one that actually has gas in it."
"We don't need to get that far." Ian said. "Just far enough."
"All right, then."
.....
A number of hours later, and night fell again. As the three huddled together alongside a badly damaged SUV, the ponies congregated together by the edge of the road, muttering to themselves about just how badly they wanted a such and such hayburger or a such and such hayfries or a such and such milkshake with extra whatever. Although they had their own considerable pile of junk food to go through (which they did go through at a boggling speed), it was painfully clear that none of it actually was able to satisfy the ever-present cravings driving them on.
"I'm sick of this!" the yellow stallion suddenly said, shooting a death glare at the red stallion. "We've wasted too much time on this already! We just need to go out there and find Good N' Burger grub ourselves."
"Come on, then." the red stallion said. "Just be patient. The authorities know about those three, and will bring us everything we could hope for before we know it."
As the yellow stallion began to furiously lambaste the red stallion for his perceived carelessness regarding the lack of hayburgers, Horace and company slowly, oh so quietly, crept out of sight and towards one of the nearby cars, a fast looking hatchback with an open window.
As the three crept inside the car (and Alissa began to hotwire the car as best she could in the darkness), the earth ponies suddenly began to break out into a fight, the two sides composed of the red stallion and those still dedicated to his plan, and the yellow stallion and those who also wanted to head off in search of proper sustenance. As punches and kicks began to fly and the two sides began to lay into one another, the highway suddenly boomed with the sounds of broken metal and yelling ponies, making just enough racket to conceal the sound of the car's engine turning on.
Choice 1: The three coworkers are able to drive off and escape.
Choice 2: The three coworkers are seen and are recaptured before they can get away.
Horace opened his eyes. There were Alissa and Ian, both looking rather worried.
"I'm fine, I'm all right." Horace said. "....Did you two by any chance have any odd dreams while you slept?"
"Involving Princesses?" Alissa said. "And shapeshifting bugs?" She nodded, as did Ian.
"....So." Horace said, looking at the both of them. "What should we do?"
"What can we do?" Ian said. "I have no intention of remaining a hostages for these loonies, and--well, taking direction from an alien moon horse is better than no plan at all."
"Agreed." Alissa said. "I--"
"We were wondering when you three would wake up." said the mare in the tattered jogging suit, an armload of junk food in her massive arms. "Here you go, then."
Dropping the mass of chips, candy bars, sodas, and beef jerky onto the ground, the mare waddled back to the other earth ponies, who were scanning the horizon.
As the three glumly ate, watching as their captors looked up and down the road for any sign of further hostages (or, Horace supposed, the fast food that they had demanded), Ian abruptly spoke up. "We need to make our move at nightfall. Ponies don't do so well in the darkness, form what I hear."
"Seems about right." Horace said. "Could you hotwire another car, Alissa?"
"I could, yeah." she said. "Of course, I'd have to find one that actually has gas in it."
"We don't need to get that far." Ian said. "Just far enough."
"All right, then."
.....
A number of hours later, and night fell again. As the three huddled together alongside a badly damaged SUV, the ponies congregated together by the edge of the road, muttering to themselves about just how badly they wanted a such and such hayburger or a such and such hayfries or a such and such milkshake with extra whatever. Although they had their own considerable pile of junk food to go through (which they did go through at a boggling speed), it was painfully clear that none of it actually was able to satisfy the ever-present cravings driving them on.
"I'm sick of this!" the yellow stallion suddenly said, shooting a death glare at the red stallion. "We've wasted too much time on this already! We just need to go out there and find Good N' Burger grub ourselves."
"Come on, then." the red stallion said. "Just be patient. The authorities know about those three, and will bring us everything we could hope for before we know it."
As the yellow stallion began to furiously lambaste the red stallion for his perceived carelessness regarding the lack of hayburgers, Horace and company slowly, oh so quietly, crept out of sight and towards one of the nearby cars, a fast looking hatchback with an open window.
As the three crept inside the car (and Alissa began to hotwire the car as best she could in the darkness), the earth ponies suddenly began to break out into a fight, the two sides composed of the red stallion and those still dedicated to his plan, and the yellow stallion and those who also wanted to head off in search of proper sustenance. As punches and kicks began to fly and the two sides began to lay into one another, the highway suddenly boomed with the sounds of broken metal and yelling ponies, making just enough racket to conceal the sound of the car's engine turning on.
Choice 1: The three coworkers are able to drive off and escape.
Choice 2: The three coworkers are seen and are recaptured before they can get away.
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