"Motherfucking computer!"
Those are the only real words you could make out from my big brother's room. There were some other general mumblings, but I couldn't make anything of it. I wanted to go to bed finally, but I was curious as to what he was yelling at THIS time.
This made me remember the time when Twilight Sparkle once came and paid us a visit. As we sat by a roaring firing in our house's library, she kept stressing about always keeping calm no matter the scenario. I took the advice to heart, but apparently my brother didn't get the message, always yelling and screaming at things for reasons most would deem unfit for such actions. However, he doesn't seem to give a general shit. Anyways, we had our conversation about calmness and she left due to "more pressing issues at hand". She promised to return at a later date when time would allow it.
Now, my brother was a mean-looking bastard; like a bat-out-of-hell. He was a buff pegasus that looked like he would rip your face off at any second. The cutie mark on his rear was a charge of TNT (probably due to his short temper) His body was a dusty white, that resemble the surface of the moon. His mane was an arctic white, it almost looked like a very pale blue, and contrasted with the color of his body so perfectly, that together they were like peanut butter and jelly. He had large red irises that you could see from a mile away. He was a pretty badass motherfucker, but he was big ass queer- I mean uh, nerd.
I, on the other hand, looked like the average, scrawny pegasus any mentally challenged filly could imagine up. My body was a deep blue that you could almost call a purple in some lights. The color of my mane and tail was a midnight black, which made a pretty sweet combination. My eyes were a shiny silver that constantly had a sparkle in them. You could almost say I was one of the most beautifully colored ponies around, but I assure you that my scrawny stature destroyed that. You could almost see right through me.
I heard some more intelligible, loud yelling coming from my brother's room and decided to make the gallivanting adventure down the hallway. My adventure took all of five seconds to complete, and I approached my brother's room and popped my head around the doorframe to see what was up.
At that point he caught me peaking and said, "I'm literally going to beat the shit out of you if you don't get out right now!"
"Smells like shit in here..." I said, as I couldn't help but notice the smell as soon as I walked in.
"Shut. Thefuckup. I bet yours does too dumbass, did you forget we're ponies? Everywhere is our bathroom!" He exclaimed with an expression that would suggest he was mentally disabled.
"Wow, you really know you're shit. Just kidding, you're fucking retarded. What are you screaming at your computer for?"
"Dude, the god damn internet shut off while I was in the middle of a dungeon in World of Warpony!"
"You're such a dork for still playing that game!"
"Shut the fuck up and just leave!"
"Okay... (at least I don't scream at my computer)."
I returned to my room and turned on my Xbox 360. I figured I would have a little fun today and play a little Call of Pony: Black Ops 2 for the remainder of my day.
I got through a few rounds of Search & Destroy, when I heard more telling coming from his room.
"GOD DAMN MOFHERFUCKING PIECE OF SH-" he was cut off there.
I heard a loud bang, kind of like one on a high power rifle, and I immediately went to his room to see if he hopefully screamed himself into a coma or killed himself, but to my disappointment as I peaked around the corner, he wasn't. Actually, he wasn't even there, period.
"Dell Star, you better not be foolin' with me right now," I said questionably.
I looked over to the screen of his computer, but for some reason it was off. After further inspection I realized the wires plug in under the square oak computer desk were all ripped out of the wall.
"I knew he was a dumbass flamer, but this is ridiculous," I thought to myself. "Why would he rip everything out? This makes no sense."
The only thing left untouched was the printer, which was furiously beeping as if being fiercely raped by a virus in the ink slot. Someone must've dropped the cartridge... Anyways, I noticed his closet door was off the hinges, which was rather unusual... I didn't even know he had a closet, but hell, his door was off the fucking wall! My second rate detective skills told me there was something fishy going on, and it wasn't the half eaten Fillet O' Fish from McPony's sitting on the desk. Celestia only knows how long that's been there.
I continued my examination of the seen in the closet, which looked like a tornado raged through. All of the shirts, mysteriously, were still on hangers, but they were all on the floor. Weird... even his nice suit jacket, which was supposed to be for when we went to church (and in case you can't tell, we haven't exactly become the ideal church family lately), was laying on the floor near some dirty underwear.
I looked back behind me in the to the direction of the computer desk, and happened to notice that his bed was even flipped over! His Lego Batman sheets (I told you he was a pussy) were just washed too... What a shame for those to be on the carpet, where I found the sketchy Filet O' Fish.
I didn't like this situation. My brother was still no where to be found, and the culprit could still be lurking nearby. Regardless, I had more pressing issues to attend to. My stomach, for example, hadn't eaten anything in over five minutes, and I haven't had caffeine since second lunch... "I'll come back and try to discover something later," I thought to myself, "because discovery is gay and I want some Mountain Dew." Little did I know that I was in as much danger as my brother so long as I was my house...
