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Pitch’s Blackmail

“Th- Then what are we w- waiting for?” Randy asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. “W- We should call her now and b- book his ass. Why wait? Wh- What’s stopping u- us from picking u- up that phone and c- calling her?” The prospect of catching Candy sooner than later was getting him worked up.

".... It's not the prettiest path." he said flatly, "Remember Bluebelle...? Expand that to any ponies who may be suspected covering for him or helping Candy." He stared off, slowly getting up. "Bee's not happy he got away before. This time, she'll be more thorough."

Randy huffed, and looked towards the kitchen phone. “Wh- What does that matter? I- If she can g- get it done, then let’s get it done.” There was a trace of that cold, professionalism in his voice. The same register that he used when he addressed the janitor. His face grew cold, and his eyes wouldn’t break from the phone. “Wh- Whatever it takes…”

Spinel was silent for a time, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Well... Since we just saw him, maybe it wont be so difficult. But that depends on who's protecting him and what he's prepared for." He walked towards the phone, not sure why he himself was hesitating. He clenched his teeth, hoof shaking as he was reaching.

“N- Nothing can p- protect him from the shit st- storm coming his way…” he replied coldly. “M- Maybe I’ll give B- Buddy a c- call afterwards and s- see what he and h- his crew can do.” The thought of working with them again made him cringe, but he’d do anything… anything to catch Candy. While Buddy was a bastard, it would be worth the trouble to put a monster away. Randy got up and followed him to the kitchen, staring at the phone and waiting for him to pick it up.

Spinel smiled at Randy, it was odd, welcoming almost but slightly empty. "I'm honestly surprised you weren't in the underground a long time ago, you know?" But as he was about to pick up, the phone began ringing. He stared in shock, slowly looking at Randy before quickly yanking the phone off the reciever and listening quietly for about five seconds. "... Who the hell is this?" A pause. "Hello?" Pause. Hoof tapping, anger rising. "Say something, asshole!!"

The voice that came out was horrifying. Not because of the tone or pitch or the way they spoke. But because it came out of the phone as clearly as it would someone's mouth, and it left a big de ja vu for Randy. "You might want to tell your cute bundle of wool to check his overnight bag again."

“.. Holy sh- shit…” he whispered, rearing back slightly. He took a couple hesitant steps towards the overnight bag by the door, looked at it then back at the phone. “.. K- Keep him on the ph- phone if you can,” he said in a hushed, hurried voice and he nearly galloped full speed to his bag, tearing it open and searching through his clothes and miscellaneous hygiene items.

"I'm not on the phone, I'm in it." laughed the voice.

The phone rang again even though it wasn't on the hook, and Spinel actually shrieked like a girl in response and dropped it, scrambling back. "FUCK! Whatthefuckwhatthefuck...!!!?!"

"Oh don't be such a filly, a phone can't hurt you."

In the bottom of the bag was yet another black envelope, a bit bigger this time as it seemed to have some things in it.

Instead of fear, he scowled. And the anger he had felt for Candy was now raging towards the creature who had haunted him these past couple weeks. He grabbed the envelope and stormed towards the phone. “Th- The fuck do you want from me?” he snarled, holding up the envelope. “A- And these? Wh- Why the hell do you keep s- sticking me with these fucking things?”

The phone wobbled and swayed as it 'talked', "Oh, well originally I just wanted to teach a bad little pony a lesson for breaking the rules, but you didn't do a very good job with that. I should have gone with my gut and framed it from the start but we had a pretty nasty argument a few months ago and I'm sure you know how awkward a breakup can be."

Spinel quirked a brow, still on edge and looking between the phantom phone and Randy. "...What?"

"Basically, my little ponies, knowledge is power."

Randy looked over at Spinel, and mouthed, ‘I have no idea.’ He looked back at the phone and narrowed his eyes. “Wh- What has m- my break up h- have to-“ he huffed and shook his head. “S- So what’s this then?” he asked impatiently, holding up the envelope. “M- More black m- mail? H- Hilarious by th- the way,” he said as he shook the envelope, pointing out its color. “A- And you know wh- what? Instead of h- hiding in phones and scr- scratching at doors, wh- why don’t you face m- me like a stallion??”

"Oooo, is that an invitation? Well last I checked, this place isn't exactly the most inviting household, and if you don't own the place then no can do. Rules and regulations, I'm still a law abiding citizen."

"Since when the fuck was blackmail 'law abiding'?" Spinel spat, picking up the phone and holding it accusingly.

"Blackmail? I know the letters are black but can't we call it something else? Like motivational parcels! Or an exchange of special favors based on mutual agreement of interests!" There was a pause, and the phone turned black with blue stripes through it. Spinel wound up dropping it again and cursing.

Randy recoiled slightly, offset by the phone’s change in color, but still furious. He picked it up and glared into the speaker. “Y- You son of a bitch… Wh- Why are you doing this?” He held the bag up to the phone as if it had eyes. “This.. wh- whatever this is; what if I don’t o- open it? Wh- What if I don’t play your little game? Wh- What then you creepy little bastard?”

"Then I'll just tell you I know everything that you and your ex partner were ever involved in. He told me." The phone quaked as if it were laughing. "Everything in there, you already know. But now you know that I know too. And I think that changes quiiite a few details, doesn't it? So... Do you want to open? Can you face your demons?"

Spinel felt... Angry. But for different reasons than he would have thought he'd be. He snapped loudly, "Why Randy?! Why not me? I'm after Candy too, that's what this is about, isn't it!?"

"Oh please, you're not even ashamed of what you do, what good would that do?"

“… y- you bastard! ” He snarled and slammed the phone down on the receiver. He turned around and immediately began to tear open the envelope, his mind and heart racing. How? How did he know? And why did his ex tell him?? W- Was he working with this slimy bastard? O- Or was he being black-mailed, same as him? Once he tore it open, he spread the contents out on a nearby coffee table, his eyes wide open with panic and despair. It wasn’t possible… it just wasn’t possible.

The phone was quiet after that, and Spinel quickly moved next to Randy, angry and spooked over this whole ordeal. He'd just about had enough packages for the day.

The first thing to fall out of the package looked like a syringe needle, and a mess of white looking powder spilled out around it and made a bit of a mess. Then there were photos, all different ponies that had been 'bribed' by Randy for certain cases. And a big dramatic black pice of paper with red cut out letters, 'I sEe tHE bLood on youR HoovEs'

Randy stared at the syringe for the longest time. Judge Willow, Rhubarb, Curiae, Novo… so many ponies he had… His eyes grew wide as they came across a very familiar image… Sham and Thimble. His knees buckled and he fell forward, leaning over the picture of his friends… with a chalk outline, and yellow cards with black letters littered all around them. He felt like he was suddenly choking, and his eyes burned with the echoing of the black letter’s words in his mind. He tried to stand up and get away, but he felt too weak. He swept everything off the table and let out a horrible, shrieking cry before he laid down on the floor in front of the table, and curled up, crying and pulling at his mane. There was no way this could be happening. But the tears said otherwise. He trembled with anger and despair, and cried miserably; wailing as if he was seeing them all over again. It was his fault. It was all his fault.

Spinel could only watch helplessly, but after Randy threw everything off the table he tried to guess what he was supposed to do, thinking of how Randy handled similar. He pulled the Sheepony away from the table, forcing him to the couch where he quickly wrapped his hooves around him tight and rest his head on the ram's. He slowly pet his head and rubbed his back, taking the occassional scanning glance over the contents of the envelope, trying to understand the meanings. "... He... He can't really... Use that, can he...? Randy...?"

He sobbed and hugged Spinel back tightly, shaking his head. “H- He kn- knows.. h- he knows… h- he…” there was a sickening repetition in his voice, and he rocked himself as he kept repeating the words. All the ponies he had done ‘favors’ for. The deals he had made… and the ponies he had gotten off scot-free. And all those ponies who had gotten hurt because of him. Especially his best friends… “H- He kn- knows… I- It’s my f- fault…” His voice was shaking quite a bit, and he was almost incoherent. He buried his face into Spinel’s neck and sobbed still, his hooves not letting up for a moment. “I k- killed them. Th- They’re d- dead b- because of m- me… I- I’m s- sorry. I’m sorry. I- I’m sorry…”

Spinel's eyes narrowed as he listened, hugging a little tighter. Dammit, they were so close... Where did this asshole come from? This same asshole who had a photo of Jewel... But he knew killers. He knew plenty of them, and his general lack of care for others from the constant exposure to them made him cold to this notion. His hooves gripped either side of Randy's shoulders and he pulled away from him to tilt his head, squinting at him. "Did you want them dead?"

“N- No of course n- not!” Tears were streaming down from his eyes. “I- If I hadn’t- If Capper hadn’t b- been set fr- free… th- they’d still be alive. ” He sobbed, and tried to compose himself, but he couldn’t do it. His shoulders were heavy, and he looked down towards the ground, and not at Spinel. He was too ashamed to. His eyes grew wide open, and he choked suddenly. He felt like he was going to throw up. “… Th- Thimble’s s- son would be two y- years old n- now… if i- it hadn’t b- been for me.” He put his face in his hooves, his body shaking as he let out another series of sobs. He must’ve looked so pathetic to Spinel, and he was ashamed.

Spinel was oddly unreactive, at least not in a way a normal pony might react to hearing this sort of thing. He didn't exactly seem sympathetic, or shocked, or impressed, or any of that. No, instead he looked confused, and perhaps just a little unnerved. A hoof smacked Randy's cheek a few times, not hard but in swift pats to try and get him to focus. "Randy...? Does it really work like that...?" He bit his lip a moment, thinking, rising a little in his own discomfort because those words meant something entirely different to him. ".... Candy's still out there because I didn't catch him the first time. Is that my fault too..?"

The ram tried to catch his breath, but he couldn’t do it. He managed to say between retching sobs, “Y- You d- don’t.. u- understand. Th- They were… they were m- my best f- friends in th- the whole w- world.. th- they were my o- only fr- friends…” He fell back against Spinel and clung to him, a pathetic heap. “Th- They’re g- gone. Th- They’re u- unb- born ch- child… m- murdered b- because of m- me…” He squeezed him tightly. “A- And I didn’t e- even g- get to t- tell them… I- I was s- sorry. F- For e- everything… A- And now I n- never will!!” He moaned and shuddered, burying himself into Spinel and not wanting to let go. He just wanted to forget. He wanted to just drown himself in Spinel’s smell, and in his warmth, and forget that he ever had friends who looked out for him. Who loved him, and took care of him. And who never gave up on him, even when he had pushed them away. He didn’t want to remember their smiling faces when they announced Thimble’s pregnancy. He didn’t want to remember their trip to the islands. He just wanted to suffocate in Spinel’s comfort.

Randy was right. He didn't understand. He couldn't. He still only barely knew what friends even were and the closest things he had to them were all business related, save for Bella. But they weren't really that close, they just had tea and baked goods together sometimes and gave each other ideas. And he'd never lost anyone he cared about because up until now, the fact was, he simply didn't bother to care. He couldn't even feel anything for the prospect of an unborn child being killed because he didn't know how important foals were to their parents and families. He simply didn't know, and because of that, he began to feel useless and inadequate. There was nothing he could say, and he found he hated himself for that because the fact was, for once, he did care, and he didn't know how to. As he kept holding the ram, he tried to think of things in some kind of perspective. It took a lot of effort, but he finally managed to think of something and went for a shot in the dark, "... Is that what they'd think of you though?"

Randy sniffled, and mulled over those words for a long while. It took him a few moments for the sobs to calm down, enough for him to take a deep enough breath and to sigh softly. “Y- You know… I- I’ve asked myself that b- before. A- And… I don’t kn- know.” He nuzzled Spinel, his eyes running out of tears to shed. “I al- always.. w- wonder if th- they hold m- me responsible. I- If, the r- reason I’m still h- haunted by them i- is because they’re p- punishing m- me for robbing th- them of a l- life not y- yet fully lived.” He managed to barely comfort himself with Spinel’s scent, and closed his eyes as he took another deep breath. “I- If… If I hadn’t t- taken the c- case… If I had st- stuck to the v- values th- they taught me… w- wouldn’t th- they still be al- alive?” He sat back a bit so he could stare at Spinel, his eyes a watery, burning mess. “I m- mean, I know I wasn’t th- the one holding the kn- knife… b- but I might as well h- have been… r- right?”

"I don't know. If that's how shit works, I didn't get the memo." He sighed deeply. Friends, values, parents, he just couldn't understand it. "What things make a pony responsible for that kind of thing...? I know a lot of dead ponies."

Randy sighed and rubbed his temple. Oh goodness… he knew Spinel was probably new to all this, and it was unfair for him to expect too much. What terrified Randy the most about this was, he was going to have to try and figure this shit out on his own.. again. His therapist hadn’t been to helpful when he was first going through all the shit that came from this experience, and he had to rely on himself to try and cope. Hell, his whole life he had to rely on himself to cope with everything. So this shouldn’t have been any different.. right? He’d just have to fend for himself again. “I g- guess that m- makes the t- two of us.. kn- knowing lots of d- dead ponies I mean,” he replied grimly, his eyes looking towards the ground. “I- I don’t th- think that’s… h- how it works. A- At least.. I d- don’t know i- if that’s h- how it works.” He rubbed his temples and let out a frustrated groan. “I j- just… w- want to f- forget th- that… that they ever c- cared about m- me.” He looked up at Spinel out of the corner of his eye. “I w- want to f- forget th- that they c- cared about m- me like you d- do.” His eyes averted themselves again, and he whimpered softly.

Ahah, there it was, something he could latch on. And latch he did, his response was prompt and arrogant but it was something he was confident in, "Well if some asshole killed me I'd be pretty pissed off that I couldn't care about you any more."

Randy turned his head to look at him, sniffling as he wiped his tired, dry eyes. “.. I- I’d be.. I’d be pissed if th- they took you a- away from me… a- and I’d probably tr- track them down t- to th- the slum th- they lived in, w- wait for th- them to come home by counting each s- second and minute th- that passed, an- and wh- when they finally d- did show up, I’d put a bullet i- in their head a- as they opened their fr- front door…” there was a sudden darkness, a very ominous and threatening coldness in his eyes as he broke his gaze and stared at his own hooves. “… b- but what would that accomplish.”

Spinel stared with a bit of surprise. To be honest, he'd never considered a pony would be willing to do something like that for him unless he was paying them to do so, like the guards he had. It kind of excited him. Well, aside from the thought of himself being dead, that kind of killed the would have been boner. "Well." he laughed, "Let's do that before they kill me, I think I'd appreciate that a bit more."

Randy sighed. “W- Well, I u- unfortunately d- don’t have the b- balls to c- carry out s- something like th- that… f- fortunately, C- Capper’s brother-in-law w- was happy e- enough to d- do that for me. B- But I st- still like to i- imagine i- it was m- me that shot th- that miserable l- little shit to death…” He clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth. “… I- I’m sorry… I kn- know th- that’s… a v- very unhealthy way o- of thinking.” He looked over at Spinel, his hooves pressing tightly against one another. “.. B- But… I would n- never l- let any pony h- hurt you. A- And n- no pony w- would e- even get cl- close to h- hurting you e- ever. I w- won’t loose another p- pony I c- care about…” He looked over at the pile of black mail and glowered with determination. “.. N- Never again.”

Spinel quirked a brow at 'unhealthy way of thinking', considering he thought about doing things like that to ponies all the time. Hell, maaaaybe even once or twice with Randy back when he was a whiny little shit who had mood swings about as frequently as he tripped over himself and everything else. "If it's unhealthy then why's it make me feel a hell of a lot better?" He rolled his eyes and shook his head. His eyes wandered to the scattered contents and he spoke quieter, "So what are we going to do about this guy...? Because I'm starting to get those sort of thoughts about him even though I have no clue who the fuck he is."

“I-.. w- well, it’s just… n- not.” He rubbed the back of his head and sniffled again, feeling just a little bit better than before, now that he and Spinel had talked things out. “.. I- It’s just, b- bad to th- think about m- murder so… c- casually. I- It’s what l- landed Capper in custody a- after all. A- And we’re b- better th- than some s- stab crazy j- junkie, r- right?” His hind hoof softly sifted through the many, many pictures on the floor. He hoped Spinel never figured out what the implication of this many photos was. There was a picture of Buddy Bronze, and an individual picture of each of his eight crew members. There were at least twenty, maybe even thirty photos of ponies. “.. I d- don’t know wh- what to do a- about these… b- but it obviously m- means we c- can’t call y- your friend. That… ‘th- thing’ will r- reveal wh- who we ar- are… a- and the things we’ve done if we do.” He kicked at the pile and let out a huff. “Th- This is bullshit."

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Candy’s Gift Boxes

Spinel got up and stretched, sighing and savoring the refreshing feeling in its likely last moments. He was tempted to make tea or mix some crystal wine first, and even glanced at the shelf he kept it a moment before giving a heavy groan and pulling the ear piece from the suit he'd removed earlier. He held it out to Randy, then levitated the box over, the same one that was connected to the dogs as well. He flicked the switch, and to his horror it seemed they were already in range because Candy's voice came through loud and clear as he was rambling quickly.

"--so yeah basically really excited over this, big big big, but I mean it's really big, bigger than I thought so if you could pretty pretty please? The sooner the better, and with you helping it'll be done in no time and we can spend the rest of the day having fun!"

Sugar's voice came next, more timid, "Well yeah, that makes sense, that really is a lot you have there, wow... So just this area...?"

"Yeeeep, I messed up a bit, silly me, and wound up having things cleeeear on the other side of Canterlot and there's just no way I can deliver it all at once. Sorry...! Hehe..."

“S- Sounds like they’re talking about an- another delivery. A- And a pretty b- big one at that.” Randy frowned as he heard Candy’s voice. Poor Sugar… even though he had told them Candy didn’t talk about business when they were together, there that bastard was asking him for a favor. He looked over at Spinel and swallowed nervously. What could be so big that it would take multiple trips to deliver?

Spinel's eyes were locked forward, and he was breathing a little heavier with a slight hiss in his breaths, ears alert.

Sugar's voice again, the shifting of what sounded like different types of packages with different objects, "Okay sooo... Well it's not so bad for this area... Yeah, yeah I should have it done in no time! The boxes are really cute this time, special occasion?"

"Presents!" Candy exclaimed cheerfully, "Mementos mostly, for old time's sake. Ah ah, right, since it's pretty different this time, just leave them on the doorsteps. Should be fine, wont they be surprised!" he squealed, hooves clacking. "Okay so no more time wasting, I better bounce, theeeen meet back here in an hour? Hour sounds good."

"I can do an hour, sure." Sugar anxiously replied.

"An hour it is! See you then, Sugs! Smile!" Hooves clacking away and fading out, and then a long sigh from Sugar, packages shifting.

"Okay let's see... mmm this one's just a block away, I'll start there then..."

Spinel's ears were flat by now, and he was definitely grinding his teeth.

Randy cocked his head to one side. “I- If Sugar’s close.. m- maybe we can tail him and find out wh- where he’s going?” he got up and went over to Spinel’s suite window. Obviously he wouldn’t be able to see anything super well from this high up. But, he found himself staring down at the streets below anyways. “Pr- Presents.. f- for who I w- wonder."

"Hopefully for the ones that are gonna rat him out when I punch their teeth in." Spinel spat angrily, following Randy.

He may not have been able to see things too well, but the two specks of pink in the distance just a few blocks down were hard to miss. One was bounding away quickly, and the other seemed to be walking the other direction, coming their way with a cart full of wrapped gift boxes.

Spinel backed up and cursed loudly.

Randy had also spied the pink dots in the distance, narrowing his eyes to get a better look. These new glasses were amazing. He could just barely make out the tiny curls in Sugar’s mane. When he saw the direction he was walking, he looked over at Spinel, panic slowly building up inside him. “Y- You don’t th- think… Sugar’s not coming-” He looked back out and at the cart. “O- Oh Celestia on high…”

Spinel was pacing, looking angrier and angrier as he did. "That fucking BASTARD knows where I am, what the HELL is he trying to pull now?!" He wasn't just angry, he was scared, and there was sweat starting to form on his forehead. And if he wasn't already on edge enough, when a knock came on the door he jumped a few feet in the air and shrieked, then stood still as a deer in the headlights as he hyperventilated at stared at the door pensively. There was no way Sugar could get up there that fast, in fact he was still walking from what could be seen out the window.

He was about to go over to Spinel and try to get him to calm down when he heart the knock at the door. He froze as still as a statue and stared at the door in panic. There was no way in hell that Sugar had gotten here that fast.. he was afraid to find out who that was behind the door. But, inside him a small boost of courage came, and he looked over at Spinel. “I- I’ll get it,” he said as calmly as he could, and went over to the door cautiously. He reached for the door handle, hesitated a moment, then unlocked it and opened it up slowly.

Spinel whined softly. Actually whined. And tried to reach a hoof after Randy a moment before retreating, waiting, and then cautiously slinking behind him so he could get a view.

When the door opened just a little, it was suddenly pushed open harder. "CHIEF!" came a winded, panicked voice, Whistle's face squeezing through the door frantically as his wings flapped and flopped around. "Lemme in, lemme in...!"

Spinel jumped again when the door was suddenly pushed like that, but seeing Whistle his frightened demeanor dropped to something more serious and alert. "Whistle...?"

Randy closed the door behind Whistle and he locked it quickly. He leaned his back against the door, as if he was trying to keep the fear out, and stared at Whistle. “Wh- What are you d- doing here b- bud?” He looked through the door’s peephole, still listening to the young pegasus.

It was just Jade out there, along with the usual guard. The guard however looked a little more alert and cautious now, keeping a close eye on the elevator.

Whistle paced a bit, "I was- I was comin- I w--" he breathed heavily, picking up his whistle and blowing a few times, then dropped it and tugged Spinel's leg, "I-I--I-I saw him- I saw-- I ran here as fast as I could- I--I don't think he saw bb-b-b-u--"

One of Spinel's hooves lifted up to pop Whistle's mouth shut under the chin, and then he shoved the whistle back in his mouth. "Yeah. I saw too."

Whistle stared in fear, but nodded, seeming at least comforted that he wasn't going out of his mind. He blew the whistle softly a few times in a row.

Randy sighed with relief and came over to the two of them, nervously tapping his hind hoof. “O- Okay, w- we’re in the cl- clear for now…” He looked at Spinel in confusion. “D- Do.. do you think my ex broke a- and told Candy where w- we are?”

Spinel was about to talk, looking angry and alarmed at this notion, but Whistle spat out the whistle and quickly piped in.

"No, because he already knows, how else would he have sent that filly here to set up that slipping scandal? You- you didn't think of that--?"

Spinel's lip curled, and he looked more anxious, brows furrowing."..Slipped my mind for a bit..."

“S- Same here…” Randy pinched the bridge of his nose. “R- Right so… th- then our r- real concern is… wh- what’s the present?” He looked at Whistle and Spinel. “Y- You two kn- know him m- more than I do.. an- any ideas? Sh- Should we expect l- like a bomb or something?” His hoof tapped a bit faster and he rubbed the back of his head.

Whistle blinked, "Present...?" He looked at Spinel in confusion.

Spinel scowled and nodded, "He has a brother. A fucking idiot, but he's heading here right now with a cart-load of 'presents' that Candy's having delivered all over Canterlot. Saying it's 'big' and to 'leave them as a surprise'."

At first, Whistle was horrified to hear about Candy having a brother, but his ears went alert as more information was given. He quickly processed it, eyes darting around as he did so. "Can't be a bomb, wouldn't put his brother with a bomb, even if he doesn't care about him it would be too risky especially if he's known to be absent minded. And the relation too, much too suspicious right? But it can't be drugs either because nopony just leaves drugs on a doorstep. That would be stupid."

“Th- This ‘present…’ it m- might be something th- that has the p- purpose of sending some k- kind of message.” He rubbed his templed and began to pace. “B- But, wh- why now? Wh- Why send us s- something now? I- Is it because w- we’re getting too cl- close? No no, w- we still don’t r- really know too much.. Why i- is he doing this?”

"For fun." Whistle said plainly, staring off with a vacant expression. "'Cuz he wants to see how much he can get away with. Nuthin' else matters. Guess he got bored hiding out." Whistle paused, then slowly his eyes widened, "But if he's bringing one here, then... Who's getting the rest of 'em...?"

Spinel narrowed his eyes, at first thinking that was a dumb question. "More of his 'friends' probabl---" he stopped talking. No. That didn't make sense at all. Spinel wasn't a 'friend' and yet it looked like he was heading this direction. His expression became confused.

“N- No no.. i- if he’s sending you a present th- then maybe his en- enemies? Th- The ponies he…” He shook his head. “N- No, he pr- probably doesn’t have v- very many e- enemies. S- Sugar did s- say ponies l- liked him. So then wh- what’s the conec-..” His voice trailed off and his eyes grew wide open. “… Sp- Spinel? D- Do any of the other O- Osiris foals l- live here in C- Canterlot?”

Whistle held his hoof up, looking scared, "Well I do..."

The color in Spinel's face drained a bit. "...Canterlot was the first section of Osiris to be taken out... There were three other locations but Canterlot was the biggest..."

Whistle hesitantly spoke, "There are at least 10 foals if not more still here living with Canterlot families, and some of 'em never really... recovered... so they're in special care homes..."

“Shit,” Randy said as he paced over towards the window and stared out at the street, panicking as soon as he didn’t see the pink dot in the distance any more. “Th- That fucking b- bastard…” He looked back at Whistle and Spinel. “I- It looks like we’re first on th- the list of deliveries. S- So once we g- get your ‘presents,’ we should g- go check in on the other Osiris f- foals and see what they r- received.”

".. I'm scared..." Whistle admitted, shaking with his ears flat. He moved closer to Spinel, pressed close to his side.

Spinel didn't move much at fist, but steadied himself with a deep breath. "We're in this together. Like last time."

Whistle bit his lip, then closed his eyes and nodded anxiously.

There was some silence, other than the distant humming of Sugar coming from the box. The cart wheels stopped. Hoof steps. The creek of the mail slot. "Theeere's one!" he praised, and the humming continued as the cart joined.

The sweetness of his voice gave Randy a stomach cramp. As he heard the mail slot creak, his hoof stopped tapping, and he stared over at it for a moment, his breath held. After Sugar had delivered the present, he looked over at the two of them and took a deep breath. “… I- I’ll get it,” he said grimly. He made his way towards the door, anxiety feeling him to the brim. As he opened the door and made his way down the hall, he nodded at Jade and the security guard.

Jade stood up a moment in concern, "Is everything alright?" She started to follow him, giving the guard a nod as well before keeping to Randy's side now. "This is seeming pretty serious."

“I- It’s… It’s Candy. He’s got his br- brother delivering s- some kind of present t- to all the Osiris k- kids.” He called the elevator and waited for the doors to open. “C- Can you sh- show me wh- where the m- mail room is? I n- need to pick up th- their presents…” he stepped in when the doors opened, stared at the carpeted floor of the elevator, staring in concentration.

Jade's expression looked more serious, and she nodded, pushing the button to go to the first floor. "If it gets any worse, we could be looking at relocating... Oh but he'd never want to do that." She chewed her lip, "... I have numbers... But only if Mr. Spinel approves. Please consider it and think about it." She stepped from the elevator after that, not waiting for a response as she began to walk to the back of the store.

Randy followed her and stayed by her side. “.. O- Once we figure o- out what’s in these th- things, w- we should contact the other kids right a- away. Th- This could be bad…” He looked around the back of the store, not having really explored it at all. Come to think of it, he had never really looked around the store… ever. It was strange some of the things that came to mind before something horrible was about to happen.

The crystal pony lead him past the stock shelves and janitorial area, stopping at a big bin that was placed in front of a large mail slot. In the bin were a few typical delivery packages, but on the top was a present that was about the size of a cereal box. It was wrapped up in purple with a gold ribbon and a blue to and from tag, but there were no names, just a doodle of Spinel's cutie mark with a glittery gel pen and a few hearts.

“… how can s- something so i- innocent looking strike s- so much fear into y- your heart…” he said bleakly. He almost didn’t want to touch it, and it showed when his hooves retracted when he reached for it. It took him a couple more tries before picking it up and holding out in front of him like it was made of a disgusting wet ball of garbage. He made his way back to the elevator, grimacing at how beautifully wrapped the package was.

Jade examined it carefully as he was picking it up, and she followed in concern. "Looking like a birthday present makes it creepier. What would a pony like that be sending...?" She shook her head and brought him back up to the 4th floor.

The box was light, and definitely seemed to have tiny bits of... Something in it moving around easily whenever it was moved. Something that felt familiar in fact.

“I d- don’t know.. b- but that s- sick bastard s- sent Spinel a l- lot of l- little somethings…” he shook it softly, than shivered as he stepped back into the apartment with Whistle and Spinel. He placed the present down on a nearby coffee table and sat in a nearby arm chair. “… Wh- Whistle’s is p- probably being d- delivered t- to his parent’s house…” Oh his poor parents. The fact that this horrible, shitty thing from the past was coming back to haunt their son… He rubbed his temple and stared at the box.

Jade gave a small "Good luck." of concern before shutting the door and sitting back down in the office to think.

Whistle's ears went flat as he stared at the box, gulping and then giving an awkward little winning smile, "I'm sure they'll be fine, and if it's somethin' bad I can get back to 'em asap. So. Let's get it over with."

Spinel was sickened by this box that bore his colors and reminded him that he never had a name in the past, and he pulled the two of them away from the box as he backed up. His horn lit up, and slowly, the ribbon came undone, followed by the wrapping paper. It was a box of maple and brown sugar oatmeal with a cute card attatched to it with an illistration of an adorable puppy and words in big bold black, "I'm so proud of you."

Both ponies couldn't move, just staring in horror. Spinel couldn't read bigger words, but he could read those alright, and he was in too much shock to react.

Silence. Uncomfortable, unnerving, unrelenting silence. Randy stared in disbelief at the box, and furrowed his brow. After a few more moments of the long silence, Randy got up and came over to Spinel and Whistle, and stared at the box, whispering, “…. I g- guess I kn- know now wh- why you don’t l- like oatm- meal…” He looked at the words on the card, and he felt his jaw slack open slightly. What the fuck did he mean by that? He didn’t look at Spinel or Whistle… he continued to stare at the box.

It was Whistle who finally stepped forward, snatching the card and shoving the box over in disgust before he opened it. It made a loud 'POP' noise. He yelped and jumped back, dropping it with his wings puffed up, and Spinel was about to rush forward to get him away from the letter, but stopped in place to see what it was.

There was glitter, confetti, and party strings strewn about, apparently a small party popper was placed inside and with that same glittery gel pen was loopy, fancy hoofwriting.

'Keep up the good work!

Kisses and hugs!

-Uncle'

Next to 'Uncle' was a a piece of candy taped down.

Spinel couldn't stand to look at it any more. His breathing grew heavier until it became grunting growls, and then an angry shout as he started stomping and scraping the letter to pieces.

Whistle slowly retreated away, a solemn and lost expression on his face, wings limp and ears low.

Randy jumped at the burst, and nervously watched as Spinel tore the letter to bits. He looked over at Whistle and whispered softly, “Y- You might want to h- head on home… b- be with your folks. I’ll t- take it from h- here sport….” his eyes darted towards the door and then back to him. “.. I- I’ll call you l- later. G- Go on now.” He gave Whistle a strange look, not sure if he would leave or not, then very slowly approached Spinel from the front, his eyes trying to meet his. When he got within reaching distance, he waited for him to calm down so they could talk about what to do next.

Whistle gulped and nodded, slowly backing out of the suite and turning only when his butt hit the door. He left quietly, but once he was out, he was running as fast as his legs could carry him.

Spinel just kept tearing and tearing until the paper was nothing but tiny little bits, and then he stamped the candy over and over. He grabbed the oatmeal box, giving Randy a glare for one moment when their eyes did meet. He didn't stamp it or throw it, instead storming out to the patio where he placed it on the ground, backed up, and lit it on fire with a small pack of matches. He stared at the flames coldly in silence.

Randy watched him leave, and stared at him through the glass. He was tempted to follow him outside, but he knew that Spinel probably wanted to be alone. Quietly, Randy went to the kitchen and picked up the land line, where he called a Chinese place and asked for delivery. He didn’t know why he was doing this… but he felt like he should be doing something instead of just sitting around. He felt weird about ordering it, he honestly did. But, the circumstances were already bizarre. Once the order had been placed, he got himself a glass of water and sat at kitchen counter, sipping it nervously.

As the fire was finally dying down, Spinel rubbed his eyes and his face. He let out a long, deep sigh, and tiredly walked back inside, looking at Randy with an expression that honestly looked dead and broken.

Randy set the water down on the counter, and got off his stool. He came over to Spinel, and stood in front of him, staring back with concern. He reached out and touched his shoulder. “… y- you gonna b- be okay?” he asked softly, not breaking his gaze.

Spinel looked sickened by the touch, not by Randy but by himself, and he tensed himself away just slightly. "I never hated myself more before in my life."

Randy’s hoof followed him none-the-less, and he stepped a step closer. “.. Wh- Why’s that?” he asked, his brow furrowed slightly. “I- Is it b- because… h- he’s trying to m- make you feel like y- you’re becoming m- more and more like him?"

"I--I don't know! I don't know how to take it I just--" he choked up, losing that cold apathy and moving on to lost desperation as he stumbled to sit down. "All at once I just-- I felt-- Ashamed, and then a moment I felt my heart stop and I felt fucking excited and h-happy and then even more disgusted with myself and I don't know what it means!!!"

Randy rushed to his side and helped him sit down on a nearby couch, sitting beside him, his hooves together in his lap. He stared in silent confusion, and listened intently. He didn’t want to interrupt his chain of thought, so he let Spinel talk. And as he did, he kept feeling more and more angry towards Candy; wanting nothing more than to rip each bone from that sick bastard’s body out through his skin one by one.

He clung to Randy, speaking in panic and pain and sounding so much more vulnerable than he usually let on. "M-my whole life I just didn't want to disappoint him and then I got out and I - I made something of myself and it's like I've been waiting to hear that just o-one more time j--just-- but it feels DISGUSTING!!" He started scratching and rubbing himself where he could, then buried himself more to Randy's body as he shook. "I don't want him to be proud of me!!!"

Randy held him and rocked him, his eyes wide open in horror. He stared ahead, that anger now fuming and boiling, and it took every ounce of his strength to keep it manageable. He gently stroked Spinel’s mane, and nodded. “I kn- know…” he whispered, unable to think of anything else to say. This was heart breaking… but there was nothing he could do except hold him and comfort him. And it made him upset because he wished there was something- well no… actually there was something he could do. And that was catch this filthy, disgusting, bastard. He pressed his lips to the top of Spinel’s head, and stared into his mane.

The unicorn kept himself close, shaking, quiet, letting thoughts settle and sort themselves out since they ere a conflicting whirlwind at the moment. And when he didn't know what else to do, when he felt too ashamed to cry and too hurt to scream, he did the only thing he knew how to do when confronted with an unfamiliar and frightening situation. He started laughing. Clinging tighter, laughing harder but with a strain in his throat. "All this time... hahah, imagining him angry, ahahahaha! For sure, for sure he'd be mad...!"

Confused by the laughter, Randy furrowed his brow but didn’t say anything. He only rocked him softly, and gently rubbed his back. And suddenly, the gravity of just how terrifying this whole situation was hit him like a falling safe. This guy wasn’t.. malicious. He wasn’t cruel, or abusive. He gave gifts, taught the kids songs, encouraged them to be positive. A stallion capable of so much damage… and so much confusion; and yet he was these kids only comfort. Their protector and their role-model. And that just made Randy feel that much more sick and angry.

Spinel's laughter took some time to die down, and by the time he was done he looked just about as exhausted as someone who spent the whole night wailing and sobbing. After some silence, his head nuzzling where it could on Randy, he broke that silence with a deep sigh and then spoke. "If this gets any bigger... I'm going to have to get The Queen Bee involved again…"

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Randy and Spinel becomes official (Also Spinel is Demisexual as fuck)

Spinel nodded and took a breath, his body slowly slouching and losing a lot of confidence in doing so. "... I never really... Enjoyed sex." He looked up slowly, "Except... You."

Randy was both flattered and crushed. All the years Spinel was.. well sexually active… and he didn’t enjoy it? Ever? That made it sound like Spinel forced himself to do things he… he wouldn’t have if the circumstances were different. “I don’t kn-.. I’m not s- sure wh- what to say,” he had a wide eyed surprised look in his eyes. “I- It’s not s- silly to s- say at all m- my love, i- it just… it caught m off g- guard.” He poked his hooves together and stared at the floor. “Y- You.. really never e- enjoyed it b- before?”

He looked guilty a moment, even angry as he shook his head and looked away. "I always did what I had to do to be my best. Even... With you, at first..." He smiled absently, "And you have to admit I was fucking amazing right? The best you had. Right?" He bit his lip and shook his head. "Everything my body does is what it's supposed to, but mostly in my head I'm doing my best to make it be over with as fast as possible. Even with... With your ex, before, except no matter how much I did it wouldn't end. It just wouldn't end. He was too good at it." he choked up and buried his face in his hooves.

Randy suddenly felt.. guilty. Guilty that he had given into his own temptations.. and he felt like he had taken advantage of Spinel all.. all those times he had felt ‘forced.’ When he mentioned his ex.. he felt his heart sank, and old fury began to boil deep down inside him. But, it was shadowed out by feelings of sympathy and affection. He scooted over to Spinel and wrapped his forelegs around him, nuzzling the top of his head and shooshing him gently. “I- It’s going t- to be okay… N- No more pressured th- thoughts. No m- more.. being forced t- to do things y- you don’t want to… You’re s- safe…” he continued to gently whisper ‘you’re safe’ rocking him softly and kissing the back of his ear.

He nuzzled to Randy, still with that little smile peeking in the corners of his lips. He spoke quietly, "There was one thing I liked though. Thinking about how much they want me. That they'll never find a better fuck than me. I can get off on thinking about that, that's how I do it, I just think about what it would be like fucking me from their perspective and holy shit does it ever work as a turn on. I stop giving a fuck who it is, just that it's me they want."

Randy continued to rock him and listened quietly. He was going to listen, and listen only. It was good to talk things out and have some pony listen to you. That was something his therapist had never taught him.. but something he had learned from experience. He pressed his lips to his forehead, and continued to listen thoughtfully.

"I'm not sure what happened... I get turned on sure but more from thinking about myself." He huffed, mumbling now, "I think ponies just turn me off in general when I think about them. I don't know. A beautiful pony will always be just that." His face started to heat up, "But then you uh, after you helped me or something, I don't fucking know, you... Yoou're... kind of.. hot...? I-- ghfh, I never..." He was fidgeting like a school filly at this point, hooves clacking softly until he occupied them with the chains on his collar.

Randy’s cheeks burned up, and he softly rubbed Spinel’s back with one hoof, the other sitting on his own thigh idly. H- Him? Hot? He had certainly been called a lot of things in his life thus far, but ‘hot’ was not one of them. He giggled, and leaned a bit closer to him, smiling a goofy, smitten grin. “Y- You never what?” he asked, flattered and feeling even a little flustered.

He slowly had to cover his face, feeling stupid and embarrassed suddenly as he muffled out quickly, "Neverthoughtanotherponywasactuallysexybefore." And then silence, keeping his face covered, waiting to feel even more stupid any moment, heart beating faster and faster.

“.. s- sexy?” Randy asked, now blushing from ear tip to ear tip, face as red as a beet. His hoof stopped massaging, frozen in place. “I- Humm…” He started giggling and covered his mouth with both hooves. Spinel would probably recognize it, and Randy suddenly felt like he wanted to hide. It was weird.. no pony had really said that and meant it before. His ex was like a compliment vending machine, and he just pumped those out whenever he wanted some action, so those times didn’t count. But.. but hearing it from a pony he was… he was crazy for… He hugged Spinel, his tail wagging happily as he continued to giggle like a little filly, flattered, flustered, and feeling.. just wonderful.

Spinel blinked, and then the unicorn suddenly had a big triumphant grin on his face even though he was blushing as well. So that's what did it. Now he had ammo too so it was an even playing field, and when he saw the tail wagging he couldn't help but reach back to pet and caress it. "Mmmwho knows, maybe I just rubbed off on you one too many times~"

“Wh- What? Y- Yeah right! I- I’ve always b- been hot, baby~” he said, almost mimicking Spinel’s confidence and postured before collapsing back into a giggling mess. He nuzzled him affectionately, and after his giggling fit finally settled down, he rested his chin on Spinel’s shoulder, and stared at him from the side. “Y- You beautiful j- jerk you."

"Tell me it never stops being like this because I'm going to be pissed if it ever ends." He grabbed hold on Randy's chin, then kissed him and pinned him against the couch slightly as he did so, tilting his head and breathing deeply before deepening the kiss.

He muffled a moan of surprise before falling victim to the kisses depth, relaxing and returning the kiss. He reached back and held the back of the couch to steady himself, his free hoof placing itself on Spinel’s lower back and rubbing softly. After holding the kiss for a few moments, he broke it, sticking his tongue out and giggling. “Y- You keep k- kissing me like that, a- and I promise it won’t end~”

He snickered and stuck his tongue out as well, "I hope you realize this means I have to spoil you more than I already have. Mmm nothing less than the best for my special jewel." He felt good like this, maybe Randy had a different idea of how this worked but this right here made a lot more sense than before when he wasn't sure if they were friends or colleagues or what. Maybe this was something only he himself could understand, but he knew he could at least work with it.

Randy leaned forward and stuck their tongues together, still giggling. “Nnnnn den boil meh wotten~” he said with his tongue still touching Spinel’s, having a good laugh from how silly he was being. He leaned back and pulled his hind legs up on the couch, hugging his thighs to himself and still feeling wonderful. “S- So.. do you l- like b- being um.. you know a.. a ‘couple?’” he asked with a blush and gazing at Spinel with a playful shyness.

"I ah..." he blinked in surprise. "Oh." And theeeen he felt like a fool, it didn't make him angry though, just very embarrassed. "Is that-- this- Is that it? I mean it's just going with it and that's all it takes?" He laughed awkwardly, "Isn't there... I don't know, a ritual or something?"

“I- I don’t.. know really.” He chuckled, and rubbed the back of his head. “I.. I suppose if you feel l- like we sh- should make things official or s- something… w- we could do wh- what colts and f- fillies do.” He chuckled and took Spinel’s hooves in his. “So um.. Sp- Spinel? W- Will you.. will you be my special s- some pony?” he blushed, feeling ridiculous and childish, but it was still fun.

His heart was beating heavily, and he moved a little closer when his hooves were grabbed. Even if he didn't know what it meant to be a couple, it meant something special. That he was special. More than any other pony to Randy, that's what it meant. He smiled, it looked longing and relieved, "As long as it means I can be your special everything..."

Randy chuckled and leaned forward, their lips about to touch. “I wouldn’t h- have it any other w- way!” There had been a lot of kissing today. But.. he could care less. He closed his eyes, and gently turned his head to subtly deepen the kiss. His hooves gently squeezed Spinel’s, and he muffled a giggle. His tail wagged happily, and Randy was feeling better than he had ever felt in his life. He softly broke it after a moment, but kept their lips inches apart in case they decided to kiss again. He grinned and gently rung Spinel’s bell. “Y- You can be an- anything you w- want my love, as l- long as you are mine~”

Spinel was deep crimson and positively glowing, the bell only amplifying this as he pushed his face to hide in Randy's neck. "This is starting to sound like a contract, I'm usually not on the signing over end of those you know." He breathily laughed against his neck fur, "And you're my exclusive jewel, no pony else's... Is that right...?"

He chuckled and gently nipped his ear. “N- No pony else. Just you a- and me~” he softly kissed the top of his head and sighed. “I’ll b- be loyal and f- faithful; st- strong and h- have courage; a- as long as you are here in my embrace.” He softly nuzzled him and smiled confidently.

"I don't care as long as you always want me..." he said wistfully, giving a dreamy sigh as a hoof traced around Randy's chest. "And nopony else will ever be a gem as perfect for me as you..." He paused, and then giggled, closing his eyes and hiding a little more. It felt silly to talk like this but it felt sort of powerful and submissive all at the same time.

He buried his cheek into Spinel’s mane and chuckled. “Y- You’re right.. th- this better not end o- or I’ll be pissed too.” He sat quietly and cuddled with his new colt-friend, taking in the sweet scent of his mane. Even with his heart a flutter, and the warmth in his chest radiating steadily, he felt so at peace. He let out a small hum, and let out a long sigh. “… y- you smell nice,” he said softly, his hooves squeezing Spinel’s again.

"So do you." he said with a smirk, "I noticed that a bit earlier too, I love how you smell..." He took an over exaggerated sniff of Randy's cheek and neck, and chuffed in to his neck after, giving it some tickles with his lips.

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