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Narrowleaf compressed into a small ball. "Get it away...!" He cried.
"What do you want us to do, Master..?" He asked, hopping off Regina's back.
Narrowleaf sighed with relief. "I thought it'd something scary! It's just a ball..."
Narrowleaf's flesh turned to ink. "I'll be ready if something happens." He said, getting used to the sludge that replaced his hooves.
"Is there anything I can do?" He responded. "To help, I mean..."
Narrowleaf groaned faintly, still knocked out. The chains attached to his legs clinked together.
"What's inside?" Narrowleaf asked. "Is it... dangerous?"
'K. You're in.
(Only 1:00 over here...) Narrowleaf sighed. "What happened?"
Narrowleaf hugged Brisk tightly, almost tackling her. "You're okay! I.. Please don't do that again!"
"Please, Brisk... Be strong." Narrowleaf said, wiping a tear from his eye.
Narrowleaf's body went limp, hooves dragging in the dirt.
"I'm right here, Brisk... It'll be okay..." He said, putting her hoof in between his.
"I'd rather be useless then a snobby unicorn who thinks they're better than everypony else."
"Brisk! Are you okay?!" Narrowleaf called, inching over.
"Maybe you shouldn't of picked me, then." Narrowleaf replied.
"Bolt... You idiot. How are you supposed to get out." Narrowleaf asked. "I'm sorry. But think for five seconds... Please."
