Dreams

     Button Mash grinned as he completed that last level on his game console, feeling a sense of loneliness coming over him. Normally he’d have Sweetie Belle with him, sometimes cheering him on, or laughing at his eccentric behavior. However the filly wanted to spend some time with her CMC today, since they had an important meeting to do. Not that he was complaining over that. Really, he wasn’t.

    So, with over six hours of gaming on his belt, Button was officially bored. Yawning, he carefully placed the game on his shelf so he could get back to it later. The house was so quiet that Button couldn’t exactly tell what time it was. His curtains were drawn—something that’s become a habit of his—making it difficult to see outside. He didn’t have the energy to move them either, considering the state his mind was in.

     He yawned again, but this time more loudly than before. He begrudgingly got up on his own accord to see what his family was doing; he needed somepony to annoy to make his many wasted hours worthwhile.

   “Mom?” He called out once he reached the living room, and saw her on the couch. She was positioned on her back with a magazine on her head, snoring her life away. She was probably finished decorating the kitchen for his party; he was strictly told not to go in it until then, much to his disappointment. And he knew that if he wanted to keep his gaming system he wouldn’t dare wake her; a mother’s rage is worse than all the Hell down in Tartarus, and Button knew that too well.

     He slowly took a few steps away from her and galloped down the hallway, past the guest room and his parent’s room. The only room that was lit was his brothers, and a wicked grin spread across his face.

   Record Wire was the complete opposite of him; shy, reserved, and didn’t really appreciate social interaction. However, he loved mechanics, something that ran in the family, and that he got his cutie mark in. Whenever Button’s games were broken, he would be the one to fix it.

Okay… keep your eyes on the prize, He reminded himself, crouching low. Finding ways to freak out his older brother was a tough game. Sometimes he caught him, sometimes Button was too quick. Grinning, he put on a joker mask, one that his father gave him for the movie’s premier. From where the colt was, he could see that Record was trying to fix something, and had much difficulty doing it. It was up to him to figure out what, and distract him.

One… He lifted his right hoof. Two… he slowly made his way across the foyer. One two three GO!! “Incoming!”

     “Gah!” Record managed to gasp out, before being tumbled off of his chair. The mouse key fell with him. He glared up at his brother.

  Button however, didn’t notice for his curiosity had reached maximum level by now. He reached over to get a good look at the screen. His eyes darted back and forth in wonder at the new technology. “Ohh, cool can I play on it?”

   Record gasped and quickly shoved him away, blocking whatever he saw. He pointed a firm hoof. “No.”

Button moaned in despair. “But I’m boooored and I’ve played all my games twice already! Sweetie Belle is hanging out with her friends.”

   The eldest raised his muzzle to the heavens, cursing the fact that the adorable unicorn couldn’t save him this time. A light bulb seemed to go off in the little colt’s head and he looked back at the screen, then to his brother, and back to the screen.

   “I get it! You’re working on my birthday present! Now I really gotta see! Move, move, move!”

  Record glared down at his brother and shook his head, still continuing to point at the door. Unfortunately, he knew that this small act of rebellion wouldn’t help him one bit. He raised his hoof to his temples and sighed, shaking his head. “Alright, fine,” He muttered, “I’ll show you. But don’t tell mom, okay?”

   Button, grinning over his victory, nodded as he climbed onto Record’s lap. “See here?” He asked, picking up the mouse key and shifting it so that the area was zoomed in. On it displayed the usual Pokemon Y features, with its legendary in the centre. Below, there were two options.

Play as usual, or, Jump in?

“It’s one of dad’s creations. He sent it to me to help him; there’s a glitch, Button, and I’m trying to fix that before it’s safe to play.”

   Excitedly, Button pressed a hoof against where it asked the second option. “What’s that mean? It’s so cool I wanna try it out now! Please, please, please, please, pleeeeeaaaaseeeee?”

Record calmly pulled him away from the screen, settling him back on his lap. He gave him a firm look. “Do you want me to explain it to you before you go running around willy-nilly?”

   Button raised his hoof, “Technically running around willy-nilly is a plan. Of sorts.”

   For the second time that hour, the stallion rubbed his temples. He would’ve facehoofed, but he needed his brain cells in that moment. He cleared his throat. “Anyway, we got the idea from the original Pokemon-Amie, a mini game where you could interact with select Pokemon. Dad managed to create a separate system where not only you could do that, but have yourself put inside the game and interact with them all the time, even in trainer battles and gym battles. It’s a genius idea, but there are a few glitches that come along with it that I’ve mentioned earlier, and dad’s a little worried about sending it out to the public.”

   The gamer colt stared at his brother in shock, never had he heard him talk so much before. This must be an important thing to Record then, if that’s the case. He pointed another firm hoof in Button’s face. “You. Saw. Nothing.”

    Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Button smirked, and nodded rapidly. “Nope, nada, zilch. My lips are sealed, bro!” Hopping off of his lap, he was just standing by the doorway when he turned around. “Or are they?” He added with a maniac laugh, before running out with a skip in his step. Record slowly turned around after he left, staring blankly at the computer screen. He finally groaned and gave himself a good facehoof. He knew without a doubt that all sense of logic has exploded.

  "Record! What was that scream?!" His mother called from the living room, and he looked towards her with a deadpanned expression.