You decide the payoff will be worth it and begin your approach. You rear back on your hind legs and begin doing the robot! Or your best approximation anyway. You get about half way before losing your balance and rushing forward. Followed by falling and skidding across your chest.

You open your eyes at the sound of laughter. The pegesus evidently thought that was pretty funny! The unicorn still seems concerned about your mental stability.

Pushing yourself up and brushing yourself off you bid the two ponies, young mares about your age, hello and introduce yourself as a locksmith. You go on about a wrongly accused pony that needs to be freed, and the pegesus seems a little concerned. She goes as far as to offer her assistance in freeing the imaginary inmate before you tell her it was a lie and run off in a snaking, comical path, with an equally comical forced laugh.

From behind, you hear the pegesus snort a laugh or two before mentioning that she wished she’d brought food for the show you’ve been putting on. You turn back around in time to hear the unicorn drily recite a trite one-liner before turning around and heading back toward the building.

That’s not a fair comparison to make. I’ve only been with Boscov a few months.

Sensational.

Boscov is going to come over and he, I, Bon-Bon, Tootsie, Tootsie’s parents, Sweetie, and her parents are all going to celebrate together!

You do that.

You’re not only perverted and obnoxious, you’re also a liar. You didn’t look up jack.

A cupcake filled with dark magic! What a silly thought! Of course, you have no access to magic, but you do have a small pool of knowledge about potion-crafting. You can’t seem to think of a plant that contains something as vague as “dark” though.

Not that you’d do such a thing even if you had one. They haven’t done anything to you. In fact, they’re just standing there. Looks like they’re waiting for you to do something.

The lockpicking thoughts from earlier won’t leave your mind, so you begin shouting toward the two in a non-hostile voice about it. You ask if they have, or know anypony with lockpicking tools, and about how you want to try it out on the gate you opened, or anything with a lock really!

The two ponies glance between one another, still very much perplexed at the situation before them. They remain silent, but are probably questioning your state-of-mind. A nagging in your head reminds you that proper etiquette would be to introduce yourself, and probably apologize for the previous outbursts.

And yet…

Another side of you finds this pretty funny! You wonder how far you should go with this gag and whether or not they’ll hold it against you later.

Very inactive. I’ve just been playing Skyrim.

You’re sitting in front of a computer. Look it up, you slovenly git.

Completely disrespectful.

This is becoming familiar…

I forgive you.

If you look far enough back, you’ll see that I used to pronounce my own name wrong!

While probably not the best time to think about it, your mind can’t help but wander to lockpicking! Your master knows how, and you’ve brought it up before, but he seems hesitant to teach the subject. Which isn’t very nice. You’re responsible! Maybe a little too easily influenced, but on a whole you’re a good pony from an honest upbringing! You’d never abuse such an important skill!

What he would tell you, though, is that proper lockpicking requires a whole set of tools. Tools you don’t have.

Your nervous energy gets the better of you and you start to wave at the shadowed figures and babble about ghosts, which you totally don’t believe in. Two ponies emerge with perplexed expressions, a pegesus and a unicorn. You note that they also have saddlebags and seem a little disheveled, as though a little weary from traveling. The unicorn seems a little more tired than the pegesus.

You’re still shouting distance away from the pair, you’re just pretty good at noticing these types of things.

I… don’t?

You shuffle forward uncomfortably a little ways; ruins aren’t exactly known for being safe. Not that you’re worried about its structural integrity so much as the possibility of monsters or ghosts.

Not that you believe in ghosts! I mean, who does that really? Ah haha…

…

As you squint your eyes, you see that there does appear to be some things inside the building. You can clearly make out what appears to be a large table, complete with chairs. Also, possibly two or three living entities. You definitely see movement, but have no way of telling what’s causing it.

Past experience glancing outside during daylight from within dark enclosures suddenly smacks you with the realization that whatever is in there more than likely already sees you!

In case anypony feels like continuing that and keeping track of the posts for it.