What to write? An intro to the journal of a psychopath
Noteworthy was running back to his apartment. He'd spent all day trying in the park coping with a massive case of writers block. It was sunset and he'd gotten an idea finally. He kept a steady gallop all the way home ,not even stopping for a breath. He ran and he ran some more, narrowly missing Granny Smith and Big Mac. all the while trying to keep his idea in his head. Why did i pick the apartment farthest away from the park? He mentally kicked himself at the thought as he burst through the door of the lobby in his apartment and ran up the stairs. He noticed the receptionist wasn't there. He ran upstairs stumbling like a drunk. He burst through his door and wasn't surprised to find his roommate and said receptionist doing naughty things, he absolutely hated when they did this. Dew Spout was an average guy but he got lucky... a lot, Especially with mares.
"DAMN IT DEWY" noteworthy yelled he then immediately threw one of Dewy's "special" potted plants at them. Note then ran into his office and sat at his desk knocking off several rather nerdy items such as: a star trot communicator, a statuette of eponio auditore, and a model spacecraft. He quickly began to log on whilst trying to forget the scene he just witnessed. When Dewy suddenly appeared in note's room.
"Dude, like what was that?" he asked in his douchey tone he despised. Noteworthy had a special hatred of people like dewy but he was the only pony in town who'd help pay rent. Although Noteworthy now realized that was a total lie Dewy never payed rent
"Of all the people in this goddamn town I got stuck with you," he muttered finally logged in and double clicked the word document icon.
"What'd you say dude?" Dewy asked in the same tone. Note usually was able to keep calm in situations like this and ignore Dew Sprout and everything he did, but this time just this one time. Noteworthy snapped.
"I said: of all the people I got stuck with you, you and your blissfully oblivious fucking behavior. Do you know how hard it is to write when you and that Luna damned receptionist are banging like rabbits, Do you even know what my job is? He took a breath, and another regaining his composure and letting Dewy answer.
"Uh um you, you um." Dewy kept stalling over and over causing Note's sanity to break i little more.
"I'm a JOURNALIST you dense motherfucker. Do you know how hard it is to write a good story with two ponies FUCKING in the other room? If I dont finish a story by tomorrow i lose my job you stupid twit. He took several deep breaths all this yelling was making his throat hurt.
"So, now that I've drilled that into that shitsandwich you call a brain why don't you go outside and play hide-and-go-fuck-yourself?" he told Dewy. Dewy's face was one of horror. No one had ever seen Noteworthy mad before.
"Dude, like my bad i'll just go." he said, and once again Note started typing, then he remembered something dreadful that lady was his receptionist and she just heard him call her a whore. This was going to be very awkward. He absolutely had to move out now, no way he could face her again. He considered an apology but he thought that wouldn't do.
".... no, no, no, FUCK ME WITH THE MOON, NO." he yelled standing up quickly and slamming his hooves into the desk knocking off more things then flipping it.
He forgot again
Note's eye twitched. This was all Dewy's fault him, HIM it was definitely his fault he let Dewy into his life and the damned stoner ruined it all. He was going to be fired and live on the streets sell his saxophone. He heard the door to the apartment shut as Dewy and the receptionist left.
"Oh no i have a better idea," he grinned evilly,"i'm going to ruin Dew spout's life as he ruined mine!" he began to laugh manically he began pack his things he was going to live on the streets, but he was going to destroy everything Dewy loved then kill him.
"Oh that idea sound so pleasant, I'll write a journal and publish it in another town yeees that sounds excellent, make a fortune and move to Zebrica get a wife. I've always fancied a zebra to call my own, such an exotic race."
he began to rub his forehead as he thought of his future and the path he was about to take.
"I'll have to be creative though," he kept his monologue going,"I still need to investigate Dewy's life see what he does other than well, sex. I'll just take a visit to his room then!"
Noteworthy gently opened Dewy's room which stank of mildew and smoke.
"Aright now what does he do?"
Note opened his desk to find a journal, a filthy magazine, and surprisingly a griffon war pistol the kind you need claws to shoot unless of course you were a unicorn like Dewy.
"Well this is interesting...," Note further inspected the pistol, "Now why would a idiot have this? Self defense? Robbery? Rape? Quite intriguing probably connected to the journal of his but i'll save that for last."
He continued on in his search. He checked behind the empty bookshelf, nothing, in and under the nightstand,nothing ,until all that was left was Dewy's sweat stained and mildew rotten bed
