Linkin Pony - Recharge: Revamped

Chapter 23

HyperBlitz and CharmingRhythm made their way through the streets of Los Pegasus. The two of them stepped up to the door. Rhythm raised his leg to knock, only to realize he had no hoof to make a sound.

HyperBlitz leaned in and said "I can knock," and proceeded to do so. He gave Rhythm a teasing stare the entire time.

Slate opened the door to the two younger stallions. He glanced down to Rhythm's stub, and looked up again. "Where is your leg?" He asked with an unimpressed glare.

"It got crushed by a rock," Rhythm smirked casually.

Slate only blinked at him a few times. He backed up to let Rhythm and Hyper inside. Twisting his head back, Slate called out, "Sapphire, we have company."

A few moments later, Rhythm's mother appeared out of the hallway. The blue mare too saw the scene and questioned, "What did you do?"

"My leg got crushed by a rock," Rhythm reiterated.

"Rhythm!" Slate exclaimed. "You've had this leg for only two years and you already broke it?"

"Hey, don't you get your leg replaced too?" Rhythm countered, still amused.

"I've only ever had my leg replaced because of an upgrade in technology. Not because I broke it."

"Okay, sorry," Rhythm stated while stifling a laugh.

"You find this funny?" Slate pressed.

"Yeah, a little bit," Rhythm said, still grinning.

"I think it's more than just a little bit," Hyper added.

Slate rubbed his forehead. He muttered something that sounded like nonsense to the other ponies.

"What did he say?" Hyper whispered to Rhythm, who only hummed to the tune of 'I don't know.'

"Hey, I go on missions," Rhythm defended. "This kind of stuff is bound to happen."

"You should have been more careful," Slate addressed.

"Aren't you glad it wasn't my other leg that got crushed?" Rhythm shot back. He then stood still, realizing what he just said.

"Yes," Slate retorted as he tilted his head closer to Rhythm. "I don't want you to know what a crushed leg feels like."

"Sorry, Dad," Rhythm murmured with ears pushed back.

Slate sighed and recomposed himself. "Do you have the leg with you?"

Rhythm twisted his neck to open his saddlebag. Levitating the broken leg out of his saddlebag, it floated over to his father. "I highly doubt you can fix it. Not sure if you can salvage any parts or not," Rhythm said.

Slate just took the prosthetic in his own magic. He began walking towards the kitchen area, where he set the leg down on the table. Both he and Rhythm took seats.

"Well, we can make a new one," Slate began. "Do you want me to create a new design, or are you alright with the original design?"

"I wouldn't want you to go through the trouble of designing a completely new leg," Rhythm spoke considerately.

"You know I would for you," Slate told him with warmth in his voice.

"That's very kind," Rhythm replied appreciatively. "But if the old design works, then I see no reason to change it. Besides, I kinda want to get back to my mission ASAP."

"Alright." Slate nodded. After a moment, the grey stallion stood up and vanished into the hallway.

Sapphire stepped up to the table to speak to Rhythm. "So how has your mission been going? Besides this of course," she asked and pointed to the leg with her muzzle.