He is looking at you.

by Bubblegum octopus

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life
Length: 1092

Cody is kind of a loner. His special talent makes him notice ponies hidden signals and behaviours, and this makes him a bit strange. mostly because he stays at home, thinking and philosophing. But once he is convinced to make friends, things change.

Cody is kind of a loner. His special talent makes him notice ponies hidden signals and behaviours, and this makes him a bit strange. mostly because he stays at home, thinking and philosophing. But once he is convinced to make friends, things change. But his instict to read ponies and their signals gets in the way of his search for friends, he struggle with himself until he has to make a desicion.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-04-26 21:50:02 UTC

Chapter 1: considering the possibilities.

chapter 1:  considering the possibilities.

He walked around inside his apartment, the floor was at the moment almost covered in different cardboard boxes.

The unicorn walked around and looked at the boxes before turning his head to a large pile of paper on the table next to him.

"Ponies." He thought to himself as he levitated the pile of papers over to the cardboard boxes, and separated them inte three smaller piles before dropping them into three of the boxes.

"Ponies are always put in 'boxes' depending on what they are, and even who they are. We're separated into three, for being either unicorns, earth ponies, or pegasi."

The papers levitated up from the boxes again and divided into even smaller piles.

" Then we're filed as male or female. But these are only the 'official' boxes we stick eachother in, there are thousands of other boxes."

In a rapid pace, paper slips started to fall into the different boxes littering the floor.

"Straight, gay, bi. Healthy, mentally ill, physically disabled." His thoughts continued as a sweatdrop that came from frustration and his brain working overtime came sliding down his forehead, slowly creeping down into his eyebrow.

" All these things we do, only to separate one another. We put ourselves and other is boxes we think are good or bad, depending on how we feel about ourselves. But there is only one truth, we are all in a big blend!"

An invisible power pushed all the boxes to a corner of the room, and the paper slips were now slowly falling onto the floor, landing on it like snowflakes would cover the ground on a winter day.

" We are all the same, thinking good of ourselves, because after all, WE are the ones that have to live with ourselves until we die. Spouses, friends and family, come and go. but we, we stay with ourselves and if we can't take living with ourselves... Well, there are ways to end our lives."

Suddenly, the door to the room opened behind him, making light shine in, revealing the dark coloured unicorn, his cutie mark, in the shape of an eye with a magnifying glass and his paper slips on the floor.

A sigh was heard from the door.

"Are you seriously playing with paper again, Cody?"

Cody chuckled at this. His friend, Marrow, never understood what he really was doing. Even though he explained it to him. But to be honest, he didn't really know that fully himself. As it was once said " If you can't explain it simple, you do not understand it well enough"

Cody turned around and looked at the lime green pegasus that stood in the doorway, looking at him with an annoyed glare.

"I've told you a thousand times Marrow. I am researching and philosophing about subconsious things that separate us, or rarther that we all LET separate us."

Marrow stepped in and flapped his wings to make the paper on the floor fly into the corner, but failed and created an even bigger mess. He groaned.

"Looks like you're always inside your house, playing with papers and boxes, writing down strange stuff about behaviours and other things about the subconsious."

" My special talent is reading ponies signals, so what's your point?"

Marrow walked to the window and pulled apart the curtains, at which Cody imitaded getting hurt, rolling arounf on the floow while whispering.

"I can not take it anymore! Morning light, vanquish me!"

"Oh shut up!"

Marrow turned around and gave him a half hearted kick with his hoof.

" My point is that, you hang out with me, and your notes far too much, go out and get some more friends, go to the bar. Go out to some of the local events, you have to do something atleast!"

Cody tilted his head a bit as he thought about it, and nodded a bit.

"I do see what you mean, a good social net is good for mental health."

The pegasus huffed.

"I didn't mean it in those term, but yes. I don't want you to end up as a wierd loner that only has one friend."

"But a good one friend."

"You need more than just one."

"We already established that."

"ARGH!"

Marrow headed for the door, his hooves stomping at the floor as he passed his friend on his way out.

"I'm serious Cody! You get some friends or else you won't end up healthy!"

He slammed the door behind him, leaving Cody alone in the room again.

Cody shrugged and used his magic to fill the cardboard boxes with all the paper before he closed them and piled them in one of the corners.

"I guess that there is a valid point to his argument."

He started thinking to himself as he stared out his window, looking out at ponyville.

"It can't be too difficult though, as he said just go to some event and mingle, will be very easy to start a conversation with someone atleast."

But where to go? There were frequent events in ponyville, but most of them involved some sort of work you had to do, and he felt like he wanted his meeting of new ponies to be under contolled, non labour situations.

The bar seems a bit cliche´, but he didn't really care about that. In any case, he felt like going out to have a drink might be a good choice either way.

He had always fancied a pint of cider. And that dragon fella that was a friend of princess Twilight used to hang at the local bar too. He had seen him enter and leave many times, or atleast the few times that he had passed the bar, and the times he had actually went inside for a drink.

The dragon, spike, he thought his name was, usually sat alone at one of the corner tables, drinking cider and eating gems. Sometimes he sat with a grey, blond pegasus mare. That derpy one.

One time she slipped on some spilled drink on the floor while she were taking a pint of cider over to their table, she never knew want went wrong.

He turned away from the window and levitated his favourite hat onto his head before walking towards the door. His first destination was the bar, and on the way there, he would try to associate with any interesting ponies on the way.

The quest for a friend or two was about to start.