'What the hell did i drink last night?' was the first thing that came to mind when Arthur came to. His vision still adjusting to the glare of the sun. He took up his hand to wipe his eyes in hope that it would improve his eyesight. But when he did so something felt wrong. Very, very wrong.

'I don't remember wearing fur gloves.' thought Arthur after feeling his face. Now that he could see properly, he looked down at his hand. And what he saw, was something he was not prepared for.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" screamed Arthur in shock. His hand was made out of fur, a tan fur. It felt just like horse fur. Trying not to panic, he took his hands to feel around his face. What he felt made him panic more.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MY FACE IS ALL WEIRD!! WHAT'S HAPPENING?!" screamed Arthur again, not knowing if the situation he was in was real or not. He scrambled to his feet to try and find something he could see his reflection in. He quickly found a nearby river he could take a look at himself with.

He walked over to the river and look at his reflection. And there, staring right back at him was a humanoid horse creature. It was tan in color, with a brown mane and was wearing a blue button up shirt, tan leather jacket and Arthur's signature hat. He also had a brown satchel bag around him. Staring back at Arthur, was himself in a new, horse like form.

"What in god's name happened to me?" asked Arthur himself "Is this hell?" He then took a look around him and saw that he was not in the mountains no more. He was in some kind of dark oak forrest. After looking around a bit, he saw his revolver in his holster on the ground. Right next to it, he saw his trusty reapeater with a sling.

He walked up to his items on the ground and picked them upp, putting on his holster, on his hip and his reapeter around his shoulder. After retreving his trusty weapons, he heard a rustling from a bush behind him. Acting on instinct, he took out his revolver and pointed it at the bush.

"Come out there, who ever you are." Arthur demanded.

"Arthur? Is that you?" asked a familiar voice to Arthur.

"Dutch, Is that you?" asked Arthur, holstering his revolver "Come out, let me see you."

Out of the bush, came out a stallion with a pure white coat and a black mane and styled facial hair. He wore a white undershirt, with a black vest on top with a gold pocket watch and chain. On top of this he had a long, black overcoat and a black homburg hat. This was with no question, Dutch.

"Dutch, by god your a sight for sore eyes" said Arthur, thankfully while chuckling slightly.

"I could say the same thing about you, son" said Dutch "It's good to see a familiar face around here. Or hear a familiar voice."

"Yeah, you could say that twice." said Arthur "You wouldn't happen to know where we are? or more what the hell we are?"

"I haven't got the slightest clue." said Dutch "But what i do know is we need to find the others."

"If they're even here that is." said Arthur.

"Let's hope." said Dutch.

"What's all that blabbering about?!" asked a new voice, in another accent.

"Is that you Sean?!" asked Arthur.

"Of course it's me, English." responded Sean "What other Irishmen do you know?"

"Shut up Sean and come out before i shot you." said Arthur.

Behind a tree, was a beige pegasus with a ginger orange mane. He was wearing a white undershirt with a flanel vest and a grey jacket. On top of this he had a pair of brown boots, blue jeans and a green bowler hat. This was Sean Macguire. An irish theif who comes from a long line of criminals. He joined the Van Der Linde gang after trying to rob Dutch out of a expensive pocket watch.

"Good to see you lads." said Sean "Was a wee bit scared when i woke up in a forest as a huminoid horse with wings."

"You have wings!?" asked Dutch, thinking Sean was joking.

"Yeah, look." said Sean as he spun around showing the other two his pair of new wings. As he said, there was indeed a pair of wings on Sean's back.

"Well, that is definitely... something." said Arthur.

"Trust me, i was as suprised as you two lads when i first woke up." said Sean.

"Well, it's good to see you survived Blackwater, Sean." said Arthur.

"Anyway Gentlemen, i think we should go and look for the others." said Dutch.

"Agreed." said Arthur.

"Aye Aye captain." said Sean.

"Good, then let's go." said Dutch, as they all went on their way.

After about 30 minutes of walking through the dense dark oak forest they were now in, Sean decided to ask some questions to Dutch and Arthur.

"So how did you boys end up here?" asked Sean, curiously.

"Me and Javier was out looking for John when we started feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Then i lost consciousness woke up here." aswered Arthur "What about you, Dutch?"

"I was looking at the plans we 'borrowed' from the O'Driscolls. It was a plan to rob a train beloning to Leviticus Cornwall." said Dutch "But it looks like those plans are in the dust now."

"Ok so, how did you get here Sean?" asked Arthur.

"I was still on the run after Blackwater, just trying to avoid the Pinkertons. Then out of no where one night, i just started blacking out. At first i thought that it was that homemade whiskey that i bought. But it looks like it was something else." said Sean.

"You boys have any idea why we ended up here?" asked Dutch.

"Maybe this is punishment for riding horses all of our lives." joked Arthur, causing the whole group to laugh.

The group then heard a voice call out not that far head of them.

"Jack! Abigail! Where are you?!" said the voice.

"That must be John." said Arthur "John! You there?!"

"Arthur!? Is that you?!" said John "Boy i'm glad to hear you."

"I'm not the only one here." said Arthur "I ran into Dutch and Sean."

"Sean's alive?!" asked John, surprised.

"Of course i'm alive you eejit!" said Sean "Now come out so we can take a look at ya."

"Ok, but you boys have promise not to shot me when i come out." said John

"Let me guess, you're a horse thing." said Arthur.

"How in the hell did you know!?" asked John.

"Because we're all that." said Dutch "Now come out so we can look for the others."

"Okay..." said John hesitantly.

John Marston walk out to the group. He was a stallion with an all grey coat and black mane. He had multiple scars on his face and wore a white undershirt, black denim jacket with the sleeves cut of, black pants and boots, and a black hat with a feather on it.

"See, there was nothing to worry about." said Arthur.

"Nothing to worry about!?" asked John slightly angry "What the hell is my wife and son gonna think?"

"Look at it this way, if you're a horse, they're probably horses too." retorted Arthur.

"Alright..." said John, calming slightly "But i still want to find my wife and son. We don't know what could be lurking in these woods."

"We will find your wife and son, John, i promise you that." said Dutch.

"Okay." said John, trusting his leader.

"Are you lads coming or what?" asked Sean.

"We're coming!" said John and Dutch in unison.

After a while of walking, the small group of outlaws had not found anyone. And to pass the time, Dutch was telling one of his signature stories.

"... let me tell you, his mouth was so full of blood, he couldn't tell me where the stash was hidden." said Dutch.

"What ever you say, Dutch." said Arthur, half listening.

Suddenly there was some rustling to the right of the group.

"Maybe that's someone from the gang." said Sean, hopefully. This was then denied when the group heard a wolf like growl from the same bush.

"Boys! Get your guns ready!" said Dutch, pulling out his trusty white revolver. The others did the same.

"Be prepared, it could be anything." said Arthur.

Out of the bush came something no one in the group expected. It was a large wolf, only it was completely made out of wood. Needless to say the group was surprised.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" shouted Arthur.

"DOESN'T MATTER, JUST SHOOT IT!" said Dutch.

The group unloaded their revolvers into the wooden wolf, the bullets ripping through its body, spilling its green, sap like blood on the grass. After a few seconds and many bullets, the creature was dead. A awkward silence induced.

"Well... that was unexpected." said Sean after a little bit of time.

"You don't gotta tell me twice." said Arthur.

"Anyway, should we get going?" said Dutch.

"Yeah sure, Dutch." said John.

After an 1 hour minutes of walking (and listening to Dutch's stories) the group still had not found anymore of their gang members, and the sun was going down.

"Uh, Dutch, we gotta set up camp if we don't find someone soon." said Arthur.

"I know Arthur." said Dutch "Just a couple more minutes of looking."

Then they heard some talking in distance. It sounded like multiple peo- err horses.

"I think i hear some blabbering not far from us lads." said Sean.

"Do you think it's the gang, Dutch?" asked Arthur.

"Probably, but be ready just in case." said Dutch "Hello, is anyone there?"

"Dutch, Are you there?" asked a very familiar voice.

"Hosea, is that you?" asked Dutch.

"Yes that's right." said Hosea "Now come over here so i can slap you for scaring me." The whole group laughed at Hoseas joke.

Out of some bushes came out a dark blue unicorn with a gray, slicked back mane. He had a white undershirt, brown vest, black pants, brown boots and a dark grey overcoat with fur on it. He also had a dark blue stetson hat on.

"By god it's good to see you." said Hosea, hugging his best friend.

"The same to you." said Dutch "We heard some talking, how many are with you?"

"Everyone, except for you boys and Micah." said Hosea.

"That's good to hear." said John, now knowing his wife and son would be there.

"Susan and Simon have set up a temporary camp on the account of the sun going down." said Hosea "They have also cooked some food for everyone."

"Thank Jesus for that." said Sean "I'm fucking starving."

"Then let's get everyone in." said Hosea "Everyone! Look who i found!"

Arthur smiled. Knowing the gang was back together. No matter how weird the place may be, they still had eachother. And to make things better, Micah was gone. Arthur ate, talked and laughed with his gang, a group of people he considered to be his family. After eating a good meal, he went to bed with the feeling that, even if they were all now in a weird place, good things were to come.