Written Script had a very dull life. Get up, eat, write stories, eat again, write more stories, eat one more time, write even more stories, then sleep. It was a regular process, nothing out of the ordinary. His life was truly dull.
Written Script levitated a box of cereal out of his cupboard. Corn Flakes, guess I could eat those. He opened a different cupboard. Bowl, and now... He closed both cupboards, and opened a drawer, pulling out a spoon. He then moved towards his refrigerator. He stopped, however, when he thought he saw movement outside his window. He looked outside it. Nothing. Shrugging, he went back to his fridge to get his milk.
Now it was time to prepare his meal. Written Script placed the bowl on the counter, filled it with cereal, added milk, and stuck the spoon in. He sat down at his table to eat.
Looking out the window, Written Script couldn't help but feel pity. Such a beautiful day, and he couldn't enjoy it. You know what? No. I'm going to write outside today. It'll be good for inspiration, and that kind of stuff. He shoved a spoon full of cereal into his mouth. Pancakes tomorrow, definitely. I'm getting tired of cereal every single day.
There it was again. The movement outside his window. Every single time, nothing was there. It was starting to drive him insane. He probably seeing things, right? Why would things move outside his window? It was ridiculous. He was being ridiculous.
Written Script glanced at a photo on his wall. What a nice family it HAD been. There was his sister, Ditzy, with her daughters, Dinky and Sparkler. And her husband, The Doctor. He recognized his father, Sightseer, and his mother, Monochrome Sunset. There was his brother, Hugh Jelly. There was Written Script's sister in-law, smiling as always, in front of her extension of the family. Then, there was this part. He was smiling, with his beautiful wife and daughter. It hurt too much, he quickly looked away from the photo. He suddenly didn't want to go outside, but rather stay holed up inside again.
This was to much for him, Written Script needed to sit down. He was haunted by the memories. He could never face his family after the events that had occurred. They never knew-
A knock at the door. It was simple, but it had interrupted his thoughts. He slowly got up and opened the door. Wall-eyed stare, smile as always.
"Hello, big brother!" Ditzy said, "It's been a while, and we live in the same town!"
"Well, I've been meaning to visit, Ditzy." Written Script said, "But I've just been so busy with work and all, I've never been able to to make the time."
"I'm not stupid, Written Script." Ditzy was suddenly very serious, "I've been reading the signs. You miss them, and you can't talk to us because of that."
"Ditzy Doo! That's ridiculous!" he exclaimed.
"Stop lying to yourself, brother." Ditzy said, "Let me help."
"Everything is fine, Ditzy!" Written Script practically yelled, "You don't need to worry!"
"Then come take a walk with me." Ditzy said, "A lot has changed since we last saw you, and you haven't been answering your phone, or replying to our letters."
"Ditzy..." Written Script stepped out of his house, "Fine."
"Good." Ditzy said, "So, have you heard the news?"
"Which one?" Written Script asked.
"Well, The Doctor and I are expecting our first foal together." Ditzy smiled.
"Congratulations, Ditzy." Written Script said, "Maybe it'll be a boy this time."
"Don't tell the little thing about... you-know-who, alright?" Ditzy asked.
"Ditzy, I'm an author, I'm not going to be around much, so I can't tell him." Written Script said.
Late that night, Written Script was still awake, though it didn't look that way. He was deep in thought, but they were interrupted by a scream.
Who would be screaming at this hour? Written Script stood up, a bit sleepy, but waking up. Why were they screaming? It had sounded like a grown mare. He quickly checked his kitchen window, but didn't see what he expected. Instead of seeing the cool summer night, he saw blood. His window was stained with blood.
"Please don't hurt me!" he heard a filly scream, "Please, please, please don't hurt me!"
Written Script rushed out of his house. If somepony was in trouble, he wasn't going to stand by while they could possibly be killed. Especially if it was a filly. What he saw shocked him. A dead mare, and what could only be her foal crying, cowering away from some sort of monster.
"What the hell is that?!" Written Script exclaimed.
"Y-you can see it?" the filly stammered. She was an orange pegasus. Her mane was white, and her eyes were blue.
"Is that a problem?" Written Script asked, stepping in front of the filly, his horn illuminated.
"That's not going to work!" the filly exclaimed, "We have to get inside, it can't follow us there! Is that your house?" The filly leaped onto his back.
"Yes." Written Script said.
"Then go to it!" the filly said, "You can't possibly fight it now, you have no weapon, no protection!"
"I don't-" Written Script started to say, but looked at her scared eyes, "Alright." He bolted towards his door, just missing the monster's grasp.
"What's your name?" Written Script asked her once they were safely inside.
"I'm Sunny Daze..." she said, trying to sound happy. She wasn't.
"Was that your mother out there?" Written Script asked.
"Y-yes." Sunny Daze said, almost crying.
"Don't worry, kid. You're safe now." Written Script said.
"T-the prophecy." Sunny Daze managed to say.
"Prophecy?" Written Script asked.
"Yes, y-you are the prophecy." the filly said,
"What's this prophecy?" Written Script asked her.
"It's said the most powerful out of all of us will be a story teller, born to a non-gifted family." Sunny Daze said, "He will save us from doom, he must."
"How do you know I'm an author?" Written Script asked.
"That's easy." Sunny Daze said, "Volcano told me."
"Who?" Written Script asked.
"Oh, how do I explain this?" Sunny Daze asked, "I don't I can. But I know somepony who could."
"Who is it?" Written Script asked.
"Could I use your phone?" Sunny Daze asked.
"Sure." Written Script asked, he picked up the phone with his magic, handing it to the filly. She put in a number, and held it up to her ear, pleading that somepony pick up.
"Spike!" she said after a bit, "It's me, Sunny Daze. You need to put Twilight on right now!...Twilight! I found him! I found the stallion from the prophecy!...Yes, he's here... Alright." the filly handed Written Script the phone "She wants to speak with you."
"Hello?" Written Script asked.
"Hello, I'm Twilight Sparkle." a voice said.
"I'm Written Script." he said, "What's this about a prophecy?"
"I refuse to say it on the phone." Twilight said, "Come by the library tomorrow. I also wish for you to explain tonight's events. And as to why Sunny Daze's mother did not contact me, but Sunny Daze herself."
"Alright, I'll see you then." Written Script said.
"Goodbye."
There was the sound of a click, whoch meant Twilight had hung up. He did the same, and turned to the filly. "You can stay here tonight." he told her, "I have a room you could sleep in."
"Thank you!" Sunny Daze cheered.
