Two, Unlikely New Roommates.

by Brony Brah

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Slice of Life, Human, Sad
Length: 368

Carson is a normal fry cook working in small town by name of Welden. To very un-likely kids show up, if you can them that. ((No, this isn't another My Little Dashie spinoff))

No, this isn't another My Little Dashie spinoff. This for a group that I joined called the Unexpected Pony Adoption Center and who gave me the idea Newbiedoodle a.k.a TheNewKidOnTheBlock

Carson is your average 19 year old. Plays video games and YouTubes. Working at local burger joint as a cook, he experiences some….life altering discoveries about himself and the people around him.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-15 16:26:47 UTC

Two new Species

The alarm went off, shocking me out of my deep sleep. Monday, god, I hate Monday. A real slap to the face if you ask me.

I arose, turning the alarm off and proceeded towards what I believed was the closet. Reaching out, I grabbed the shower curtain. I mentally slapped myself.

"Crap. Shouldn't have live streamed Krazy Rabb1t. Uh...he needs to stop that gay shit. Bronies, or what they call themselves."

Trudging up the stairs, I walked into my closet. I pulled out my collared shirt, paints and belt.

I work at a simple burger joint. Cook, never thought that I would get to being cook. Life is full of surprises sometimes. I flipped on the TV, changing the channel to news.

"LeBron has signed with the Claviers, some Basketball fa-."

"Shut up." I said towards the tele. I hate basketball, an overrated sport if you ask me. I pulled out the cereal, another day of dry Captain Crunch for me. My phone buzzed, again. Another text from Teto, I swear, I don't think he knows personal privacy sometimes.

What do you want?

                                                                                   Stream 2 night?

Sure

                          K. Me, you, Lagin and Shan. Die Riese. 8:30

Fine

Moving to the coach, I sat down and flipped on TV. The loud sound of the Teen Titans theme song blared through the house. I sat back against the coach, the

A large crash shock the small house. I reached for my pocket knife, holding it at the ready.

"Logan, is that you?" I managed to stutter out.

An eerie silences responded. "Come on Logan, this isn't funny."

Another silent response. I quietly arose from the chair,  slowly moving from room to room. I stopped at the entrance to the master bedroom. I could hear faint shuffling and the sound of.....wings flapping?

'Ok, you got this. Their just robber's....possibly with armed, with guns.' I froze, fear gripping me. 'Nope, nope, not happening,' my conscious screamed at me, 'stop being a bitch and get in there.'

I slowly turned the door, it creaked on the hinges. I heard the intruders whisper. I sparta kicked open that door, to be greeted by a sharp pain to the temple.