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I've gone crazy. Things like this just don't happen! Not even to us!

Brainstorm, I swear if you had anything to do with this, I'm going to throw you out the nearest airlock. I'm not in the mood for any of your weirdness.

[The only reason why he isn't FREAKING OUT is because he found the data slug with him when he woke up. That's his only comfort in the world, and he's glad to still have it. He can handle being turned into a unicorn as long as it's with him.]

Does anyone have a computer I can use?

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But we're not on the Lost Light, we're on a horseland in fact.

And I'm a dragon and you're a horse. They're organics with bad locomotion, yours especially.

...

You're serious.

Aren't you.

As serious as I can in this kind of situation.

You know, multicolor horse situations.

Then why aren't you a multicolour horse? What makes you so special?

Do you really have to ask what makes me special?

...

Fine. Okay.

You being you, do you have a way to play a data slug here?

Not at the moment, not unless I can modify Swerve's gun AGAIN.

[You know how many times he had to toy with ONE blaster?]

...Oh.

[His head dips low and his entire body seems to sag.]

Can you come up with something? Please?

You know I always do.

Why, what's the deal with this dataslug?

[A look of hurt and outrage crosses his face and he lashes out before he can stop himself.]

What's the deal?

You gave it to me! You should know what the deal is!

Or has this horsey wonderland made you forget about it?

Really? You know about that? Didn't we just get done blowing up Overlord?

Well I mean you but still!

Rewind's dead, Brainstorm.

[The words are so hard and heavy that he can barely get them out. He doesn't like saying it. It makes his reality seem even more bleak and meaningless.]

This data slug has his last words to me.

You told me the pain will change. It hasn't. It won't ever.

Frag it, where are you? I'm not doing this over this thing.

Yeah I just didn't think you'd get--

[Nevermind, not important.]

There's a out in the forests from Ponyville. I'm there.

You'll have to be more specific than that.

I just got here.

Ok this is gonna be tricky, but do you see the tall green things by the buildings?

Go through those till you get to an opening in a rock formation. That's a cave. I'll be in there.

[Jackass mode go.]

Right, right. I'll be there as soon as I figure out how to walk.

[Which, as it turns out, takes way longer than Chromedome expects. Sure his alt-mode is a car, and wandering around on all fours shouldn't be that difficult, but he's unsure where he's supposed to put his long, lanky legs. He figures it out eventually, and is able to work his way out of the obnoxiously coloured little town.

As he approaches the cave, he wonders why he didn't find it weird that Brainstorm was living in one.]

Hey. You'd better be here.

[He calls out, knocking a hoof against the stony ground. His mood is in the pits, and he has no patience for Brainstorm's usual Brainstormness.]

[Brainstorm isn't fond of it himself, which is why he likes hanging in this creepy drab cave, littered with gems and notes and broken up party canons.]

I am!

[Currently he was busy hammering away at Swerve's blaster.]

So you got a dataslug problem--well, a lot of problems.

[He ignores it all. There's only one thing that's really important right now.]

I need you to find a way for me to play it. I don't really care about all of this, I just need to hear his voice.

Can you do that?

[Solemn nod. Chromedome needed to hear it, that much he knew.]

You know I can, somehow.

Like if I generated some form of kinetic energy or thermal energy, I could make a very rudimentary computer with this.

[Kicks Swerve's gun.]

I remember him. Every moment.

But I need to hear him say that he loves me.

[Chromedome has a hard time following the conversation. His mind skips over things Brainstorm says and he can't stay focused. It was so much easier to talk to strangers. At least he could pretend to be okay with them.]

You're a lifesaver.

[Sighs.]

I'll do it, but you know it won't make you happy.

I didn't ask for your opinion.

Alright, just tell me it'll make you happy.

I'm giving you it anyway, what's the loss in telling me you're happy or not?

I honestly can't tell one way or another.

But I need it. It hurts less to have it.

You make him sound like your surgery habits.

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