Working With The Enemy

Chapter 1 - Pony's POV

Notes About This Chapter:

Hello! TheZebraZizzy wrote this chapter. And Working With The Enemy is a part of a collaboration with PietroPony. The original idea was by TheZebraZizzy, which started as a short story, but we are now working together on this and other projects. We wanted to write our own alternative stories, situations, and scenarios using the characters from the Roblox game called Piggy. We would appreciate any feedback! In this story, it is a mixture between Pony x Zizzy and Willow x Zizzy, a sort of complicated love triangle as Zizzy tries to navigate herself through the TSP and keep Pony alive. It also touches on some heavy topics like death, mental health, hallucinations, and guilt. In each chapter, we will specify who wrote which and whose point of view the chapter takes place in. This is a team effort and we both hope that you'll enjoy our story~!!! We have no affiliation with DaRealMiniToon or the creation of Piggy, just fans of the game.

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Pony's POV
Pony blinks hard, his head foggy — fingers clenched at the soft padding of a bed beneath him as he tries to remember what happened. He was staring blankly at the ceiling, racking his brain on how he'd gotten here. The last thing he remembers was confronting Willow. The silver wolf had turned around just mocking him, laying out how easily he'd fallen into her trap — how easily she'd been able to manipulate him and how he'd unintentionally aided in the attack she'd launched on The Safe Place.

His teeth had gritted at the memory — he couldn't hold back his rage at that moment. Pony hadn't been thinking clearly for some time, his mind just shrouded in darkness. Willow had used the horse time and time again, even after he'd left their little group and when he'd gone after Zizzy he should have listened to Renjamond... But he couldn't spare a single second — he couldn't wait for the others. The only thing that mattered was bringing Zizzy back, and they had very little time. Willow had taken the zebra from him and she had to pay. They'd arrived a little too late, and he'd failed her, but this time he wouldn't fail.

He'd lunged forward, this time armed with something a little more dangerous than his wooden sword. The horse had been there to kill the wolf — an attempt to erase all the guilt he held buried deep inside... Even if it killed him... Losing his life would be worth avenging Zizzy... Avenging the place, he'd called home... With her gone, it would be one of the many wrongs that he would fix... But something made him stop — something pulled the horse from his thoughts, mere inches away from ending Willow's life with a smug look on her face.

A familiar voice — he'd turned to look, and at that moment they shot him. Willow had known he was coming and had prepared. They ambushed him. Then after that, it was just a blur. He moves to sit up but can't suppress the gasp of pain that escapes his throat — a hushed curse under his breath. Agony is the only way he can think to describe the feeling in his gut. And he was burning up, but shivering. There was no way he'd be able to leave this bed. This place it wasn't familiar, and if he'd been here before, he couldn't remember.

The door to the room he's in bursts open. The sound startles him but unable to respond appropriately to the sight before him. Zizzy's there, standing breathless before him. The pain wouldn't allow him to move, instead, it was causing his mind to go hazy. This couldn't be real... It had to be a dream? The zebra he'd once known was long gone, infected by Willow leaving him behind, along with her two sisters — Zee and Zuzy. His guilt was eating him up inside, he messed up — this failure was going to haunt him along with his many others. There was no way she was here, and he must've truly gone mad.