FO:E RP Season 2: "Electric Scootaloo"

Mincemeat scuttled quietly down the cracked and broken road, looking this way and that.

Clopclopclopclopclopclopclopclop.

"Shh," He hisses at the thing behind him, turning again to look down the road. It was a perfectly normal road, long, disrespected, and often trod on by ponies who thought that they were better then it. Mincemeat could relate.

Of course, the cracked and dusty road, that stretched into the horizon without a danger in sight, was clearly a deathtrap.

Mincemeat sighed as he stepped along. He knew it had to be a deathtrap because everywhere he went for the past month had been a death trap. Ever since he found--

Clopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclop.

-- that thing, trouble had followed him, literally, everywhere he went.

As if on cue, a section of the pavement exploded outward, revealing a great, crusty worm creature, covered in deadly poisonous spikes, letting out a shriek of fury as it 'looked' down at Mincemeat.

See? Without fail.

Mince turned to run, but the thing wrapped around his leg and pulled, sending him sprawling into the dirt. He covered his eyes, sure that this time he really wouldn't get out alive. The rush of air and heat around him as the thing moved to make a killing blow...

Clopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclop.

Mincemeat raised his eyebrow, waiting for his doom.

He heard a thunk.

He heard a confused shriek.

He heard a slurp.

Turning around, he stared straight at an empty hole, and sitting in front of it, minding it's own business, was The Luggage. The large, iron-bound wooden chest, standing on hundreds of little legs, stared back at him, with a trail of irradiated worm blood trailing from under it's lid. It's huge tongue stuck out, licking away the blood before retreating back into the horrifying depths within.

Mincemeat stared at The Luggage.

The Luggage stared at Mincemeat.

Slowly, Mincemeat got to his feet, "You know, the reason it attacked is probably because it heard the ungodly racked of your hooves."

The Luggage looked at him, a surprisingly strong look for something with no eyes. Then, it turned around, and continued walking down the road.

Clopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclop.

"I don't know what I'm more scared of..." Mincemeat muttered weakly, as he followed after it, "The trouble I've been running into since I found it..." He looked at where the worm was, before it had become lunch, "... Or it itself..."