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Who: Conan and YOU
What: Nightmare
When: Now
Where: Inside Conan's mind

Conan gasps desperately for air as he skids around a corner, nearly falling into a puddle as he does so. He is barefoot and dressed in a hugely oversized pullover and jeans, the clothing obviously intended to be worn by someone twice his height. Blood is smeared halfway across his face, probably coming from a deep cut on his head.

His surroundings seem to be what you might expect from any alley on such a dark and rainy night. Dismal, dark and slick with rain. But there is something wrong about the perspective. Everything stretches high up into the sky, further than the eye can see in the darkness.

Carefully pulling up the trailing edges of his jeans, he presses himself up against the wall and listens for any sounds of pursuit.

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"I'm already involved. No one else has to be." He doesn't answer the question.

"I- "

And he breaks off as he hears the familiar sound of a helicopter approaching. Conan freezes in horror for a moment as he realizes exactly what that could mean, in this place.

"You have to get out of here. Right now!"

Spike freezes, looking up at the sky. He hasn't actually SEEN a real helicopter before. Only the ones that appear in his ever increasing collection of video games.

"Conan, seriously, what's going on?"

"There's no time to explain. You have to leave! Right now!"

Conan is hastily looking around the observation deck as he calculates angles and material durability with the speed of raw panic.

"That closet!" He starts shoving Spike toward a door in the rear of the space. "Get in there! And whatever you do don't let anyone know that you're there!"

"Are you insane?" asks the dragon. "If something dangerous is coming, you've gotta hide too!"

"I know what I'm doing!" the detective snaps. "But I can't pull it off if I have to worry about someone else out here."

"What is it with you and jumping into danger all the time, seesh!"

Spike looks at the closet.

"What'll happen to you if whatever it is that's after you catches you?"

"If I'm lucky I'll be dead." He rattles this off almost absently. "But if I do this right I can keep this from getting any worse."

Conan deliberately ignores the first question. He'd never had an answer that would satisfy it, anyway.

"WHAT?!"

He's not moving now, Conan. Friends don't leave friends to die. That's not how it's done in Equestria.

"I can't leave you NOW!"

There was no time. Conan makes one last effort at shoving Spike into a safe area, then abruptly turns and dives toward the pedestal at the center of the room as his mental countdown reached the end. He just had to hope his efforts had moved Spike far enough out of the line of fire.

Just as Conan reaches the pedestal the room is suddenly strafed by machine gun rounds from the helicopter just outside. Every piece of glass shatters at once as Conan curls into a ball to protect himself.

Spike lets out a frightened yelp, dropping quickly to the ground, covering his head. Who the heck even shot at kids? What kind of crazy person DID THAT?

Conan is still silently crouched under the nearly inadequate shelter of the pedestal as he counts down the seconds of the helicopter's pass. The second it is out of reach he is up and running for the nearby door to the outdoor walkway. On his way he scoops up a large broken light.

Then he's pulling his suspenders off and securing them to the railing. With a final tug he grabs onto the buckle and jumps off the tower.

Spike peeks out to see Conan vanish and lets out a squeak, jumping out of his hiding place and running to peer over the edge of the tower.

"DUDE ARE YOU FREAKING INSANE?!!!!"

Edited 2012-10-13 19:10 (UTC)

[He holds on to the suspenders as he falls down hundreds of feet, using his weight and momentum to stretch out the elastic as far as possible. Finally he begins to slow down as he reaches the full extension of the suspenders. Conan fits the broken light into the loop of his suspenders, then releases as falls to the ground. He watches as the improvised slingshot hurls the ball of metal directly at the helicopter and makes a direct hit.]

[...Conan you really ARE insane. Spike runs back to his hiding hole, to try and avoid any landing shrapnel.

Seriously what is even going on right now?]

A a few minutes later Conan reappears as he climbs back over the railing. It had taken him a little bit to reset the suspenders to retract and pull him back up.