Kootra's POV (Kootra)
Tear Drops.
Under Constructuon
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Facing a woman's wraith is never easy, Jordan stood there, taking the verbal abuse until his eyes meeting the angry pools of his wife's eyes. Obviously Jordon did something wrong to bring on Monica's wraith, and he didn't say anything, remembering when he argues, reason, or just simply open his mouth gets him a lecture on how Monica married him to be close, and that he married her because of love. Jordon thought of that day when he paid slightly more attention to work.
"Oh man~!" He cried as his character fell to his doom, "That thing killed me! Stupid jerk." James kept laughing even slamming his fist on his desk. Jordan's headphones leaked Nova's laughter, he took the headphones off and he could still hear his annoying* voice. He rubbed his temples and took off his hat for a brief second before sliding it back on his head. Nova's laughter is dying down with a hearty sigh, as if this couldn't make Jordan feel worse about plummeting to his death.
"Yeah, yeah... laugh it up," Jordan whispered, as he decided to end the recording session. He went to end the Skype call.
"I'm going to take a break, you're starting to give me a headache," Kootra ended the call and clicked his Monitor into Sleep Mode. He then heard a filled suitcase thunk down the stairs, Jordan turned to the object to see Monica throwing his luggage downstairs. He stood up, fearing the worst.
"Monica?" He asked as she went back upstairs, "What are you doing?"
"Moving some stuff," She nonchalantly replied, Monica took his laptop and stuffed it in its case.
"Why?" Jordan's suspicion was rising,
"You're moving out," She said simply,
"Wha- che?!" Jordan stopped in horror, "You're kidding... right?"
"Not exactly, you've ignored me; so you move out," She refused to meet his brown eyes.
"Monica!" He raised his voice, grabbing her wrist. Monica struggled to get out of his grip, "Let go of me!" She demanded,
"I'll let you go as soon as you stop squirming, then maybe you'll tell me why I'm being kicked out." Jordan deadpanned, once he felt her stop twisting and resisting, he released her. Gotcha, Jordan thought, "Why am I being kicked out?"
"You never spend time with me! All you do is just play around on your ridiculous games." Monica huffed,
"Princess, that’s it?" Jordan asked, "You want me to spend more time with you?"
She shook her head vigorously, which had gotten Jordan to smirk. With half-ridden eyes he lean acrossed her and whispered something in her ear, which made her cheeks leave a light pink, He picked her up with a surprised
"Eep!"And carried her into the bedroom.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?! I want you to top paying so much attention to 'YouTube' and 'Video Games' and actually interact with me! I feel like a lost toy! At least Oscar didn't leave me alone like this!" She then realized what she just said and covered her mouth in horror.
"What?" Jordan asked, "Did you say... Oscar?"
"N-no!" she tried to back-pedal, which didn't work.
"Who's Oscar?" Jordan pressed,
"No one! At least no one important..." Monica stepped back,
"Then why did you bring him up? Monica don’t lie to me!"
"I-I'm not lying!"
"Monica, unless you want to see no ring on your finger again. I suggest you tell me..."
"No one! He's no one Jordan! Please!" Monica's tears came like waterfall.
Jordan felt hot tears stream down his face, his suspicions were confirmed. Monica was having an affair with Oscar. This was something receptively new to Jordan because he hasn't had an affair with his wife since they first met, even then he still cheated on his past girlfriends.
It seems like Monica has seen and had sexual intercourse with Oscar for three weeks now. And Jordan thought “enough was enough”.
Jordan had his suitcase packed, he had his laptop case slung over his shoulder, He didn't even look at Monica. He did once to remove the ring on his finger to through it onto the ground. His anguish made him do something drastic… He stepped and rubbed the ring into the carpet. He had enough of Monica's lies. So he decided to stay over at the Creature House.
"Goodbye," He said to the kittens, for which he did not have custody for. "G'Bye... Baily." He rubbed the head of the dog, who seemed to whine and whimpered. He dared not look at Monica, who was pleading him to stay. He didn't listen, she committed Adultery. She's dead to him, and Jordan prepared for divorce paper next Sunday. He opened the door to his car and stepped inside, he didn't finish packing everything but he planned for a moving company to do that for him.
He started the engine and pulled out of the driveway and drove away from the house. He frowned as he pulled up on the freeway and saw little traffic, usually there was at least a rush-hour trying to get to work. He turned on his radio.
]We advise all cars off the freeway of a drunk driver endangering people's liv-
Jordan flipped it to another station, his inner adult scolding him for it but the other half didn't care. All he wanted to do now was get to the house and plan about the divorce that would come shortly after. Jordan stopped at a red light. He leaned back as he texted Sly, to get the house ready.
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Jordan hummed along with the lyrics. He didn't know why but it seems to click to him, like Sly (Eddie) with the song Sail.
Jordan liked the little things, it seem to make a big difference, with a song called Little Talks He remembered the lyrics with passion. He looked at the lights again to see they are on green. He started to accelerate and looked to his left for some reason.
Whatever he saw stunned him, like a deer in headlights. Stunned would be the perfect word for it because he couldn't move... and in fact he didn't even remember what happened. He didn't even know what happened. He just fell asleep...
He didn't wake up.
“Hello? Can you hear me? Can you see me?"
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
At least Jordan wasn't dead; he expected to be in heaven looking God straight in the face as he was judged by his not too many sins.
However, he was in some hospital bed. He couldn't open his left eye, but he pried open his right one. Where the brown am I? Jordan thought, His vision was clearing up. He saw two horses by a side, he smiled as one of them was dressed as a doctor, and the other one dressed like a nurse.
"Hi..." Jordan mustered out. "Why are you in here?" He asked, wondering where the owner of these horses is...
"Don't Strain yourself...." The nurse reached over and stroked his hoof as if a mother would do to a child....
....
WHY ARE THERE HORSES HERE?! WHY CAN THEY TALK?! WHY IS SHE ABLE TO DO THAT?!
Jordan's right eye flung open as his panic alarm was triggered, "Y-you can't talk.... That's impossible," Jordan shook his head in denial, "Am... I... a horse?" he thought out loud.
"No, dear. You are a handsome gentlecolt, A unicorn may I add, who gotten in the way of a drunk taxi driver," She added venom to the word drunk
"I'm very sorry... but where are my manners? My name is Doctor Surgeon, you've suffered from broken ribs, major concussion, apparently amnesia, fractured hind legs, and you may be permanently blind...hmm… what is your name son." Doctor Surgeon stated, somberly.
"My name.... (What IS my name....?) Kootra, Koots for short," He reached out his front leg to be met with a brief shake, "You may be staying here for weeks on end, do you have anyone important to talk to?"
Kootra (Jordon) thought for a minute, His accent sounds like those of my... vet? Wait... I can't remember the da- dang word... hm.... Second, No. I don't know anypony here.
"Sadly, no... I don't even have the amount of money for this..." Kootra hung his head as the Nurse and Doctor Surgeon looked at each other confused,
"Sir, Yo-"
"No disrespect, but I like to be called Kootra or Koots..." Kootra replied,
"Kootra, you have the insurance, not to intention that you have a bit of bits." Doctor Surgeon used a play on words.
"Remind me of what 'Bits' are?" Kootra asked, blushing deeper red then his coat was.
"Dear me..."
Author's Note
*Nova's voice could get annoying when it runs through the headphones.
Enjoy!
A few Days later
Kootra's POV
Finished.
Jordan sat in bed restless, He was told that he would stay with a mare named Rarity since everyone else was busy. Kootra never met another mare except Nurse (whom he found out name was Nurse Redheart.). His left eye was still bandaged covering his head and the eye socket, Makes me look like a pirate... heh...
Kootra arched his back and extended his upper body until he heard a surprising, oddly, blissful popping sounds in his back. He smiled and slowly rolled out of the bed. He had to make this quick; he was able to limp, but the doctors insisted he either uses a cane, a wheelchair, or somepony to assist him. He opened the door to the bathroom slowly, and shut it behind him. He looked into the mirror and cringed when he gotten a good look at himself.
He wasn't skinny, but he looked underweight. He had a cast on his left hind leg; his eye was covered of course. He was pale red, (Pale meaning he's sick of what he's looking at) He nearly vomited, which would've had the Nurse's attention. Speaking of Attention...Kootra looked back into the mirror he placed his hoof at the bandage.
Kootra, being the curious cat, he lifted the bandage and literally cried when he looked at his injured eye. Kootra's left eye was burned, and when he opened (more like pried) his eye. He had a sense of self-conscious; his eye was pinkish and bloodshot. He was pretty sure his cornea was scratched, his vision with the injured eye was tunneled, but he can still see with it. It's able to be treated, either emergency surgery to fix it, or get a glass eye.
Kootra slipped the bandage back over the injured eye socket. He's going to have to ask Doctor Surgeon if there was a chance he could fix his eye. Before Rarity visi-
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
"Son of a hay-firing-gun!" Koots casually laid back in bed and attached the IV back into the funnel of his wrist. Once the door opened, he was greeted by Doctor Surgeon and followed by a snow-white pony with a flipped, curvy mane.
"Hello I’m Rarity, you are....?"
"Kootra, Koots for short," He took it she was a classy mare, so he did that any gentlecolt would've done; he kissed the top of her front hoof.
"Quite a charming fellow, aren't you?" She asked,
"I want to leave an impression on those who are going to let an injured pony like me, into your home," Kootra said honestly, For some reason, it burns with both anguish and hatred when he thought of the word 'Love' He felt ice bite his throat when he saw that the mare was staring at him funny.
"Is there something on my face?" He lifted to touch his snout but Rarity stopped him,
"Y-you're skinny..."
"I was in a Coma for three weeks..." Koots rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm not really hungry anyways!" His stomach growled and rumbled in defiance. He blushed as he rubbed his rebellion friend of his. You always to seem to growl whenever I say hungry you jerk...
"I believe your stomach differs..." Rarity said with concern, why was she concern for a stranger like me?
"Yeh... I'm only in here for another few days..."
"Three days, Two minutes, and three seconds to be in fact...” Interjected a mare coming through the door, she had a lavender coat with purple hair color with pink highlights, on her back rode a not-so-pleased baby dragon. I was stunned by the Dragon, but not so much because I felt as if I've known some... somehow...
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"A friend of my friend is a friend to me!" Twilight and I exchange small nod of a head, while Spike was practically fuming, was there something I did?
"Uh... is it normal for a dragon to have steam out of their ears?" Kootra asked,
"He gets to stay with Rarity..." Spike grumbled,
"Taken a liking for a certain pony?" Kootra inquired, to Spike's despair, he flushed vigorously but stayed quiet.
They all gave a small chuckle as Kootra soon learn that Rarity, no doubt, was the Element of Generosity while Twilight was the student of Princess Celestia. Which gotten Koots confused,
"Why is there Princesses but no Queen or King in sight?" which resulted to a sharp slap from Twilight, "Ow~!" Koots seethed as he rubbed his stinging cheek. Fortunately it wasn't the left side.
"Monarchy is illegal in Equestria, but ponies didn't like the idea of democracy... so we took the both of both worlds,"
Twilight lifted her muzzle, as if he just insulted her.
"You didn't have to slap me..." he whined,
"I didn't have to," Twilight gave a surpisingly creepy, warm smile. "It was to put some sense into a madpony.:"
"What's going on with your horn?" a strange glow was begining to form on both the mare's horns,
"Its a spell I used on myself, that I'd be able to see the magical strength and weaknesses in everypony," Twilight answered,
"Like a scouter?!" Kootra's eyes twinkled, in hopes that someone gets the refrence. Only to sigh with irratation when Rarity answered,
"Have you hit your head before we came?" Rarity put a hoof to his forehead, (Spike started to loathed Kootra at the sudden contact..) "You don't seen to have a fevor..."
"I'm alright, Rarity. Twilight, could you tell us, er me what is the point of a Magical 'Scouter'?"
"So I can tell if you are bragging or telling the truth, because quite frankly we don't really take kindly to braggarts... bad things happend!" Twilight answered the pale rosey Stallion.
"What kind of things?" Kootra pressed on, "I'm all ears." He gave his pale rose ears a flap, which he was rewarded in a brief giggle from Rarity and Twilight. He looked at now fist shaking dragon. Maybe he best leave the comedic personality for later.
"A certain mare Whoes Name-May-Not-Be-Said, said to take down a Ursa Major-" Twilight began,
"A Ursa Major? Whats an Ursa?" So many questions that may not be answered, but were depleated after a stern look from the lavender mare.
"She showed her true colors when a Ursa Minor arrived, and she left in a self-exile," Twilight sighed, "She was somewhat crazy and believed her own lies."
That sounds like... Eh... Sly made fun of her name!!!.... Trixie? Kootra decided to not press forward.
"Okay, back to topic. You can obvously know everything ranging from magical skill to physical range?" Kootra asked, unamused.
"Yep, it says you are great with the Unreal Engine art?" Twilight raised a eyebrow, "Whats that?"
"The least you know about that, the least complicated I have to put into words." Kootra dreaded having to do another art of that unless he has a computer... Wait... whats a computer? Is he losing more human basic knowledge of technology? ARGH! This is nuts, get your head back into reality, Jordan. You are having a logical conversation for peats sake!
"Welp... I guess you know my skills so no need for me to explan," Koots gave a mental sigh of relieve.
"Actually I want to know how you got this skill, of archery I mean. Its a rather great skill." Rarity piped up.
"Wait, how did you know...?"
"Unicorns share a magical link to friends and sposes. Which could be denied and acessed by only the host."
"Like a whitelist server!" Kootra's rosey forelegs met his forhead after what he just said, "Twilight... would you mind slapping me again?"
*SMACK!*
