Redbeat’s life Stories: Criticism hurts
It was another day in Trot Run, Redbeat waking up and getting his morning cup of coffee. Went to his computer for the latest news, and keeping in mind to move his tail before he sat down. Then heads off to his sister’s shop to assist in daily affairs.
However, Redbeat knowing his sister, Sir Floogle Horn. That any day in the Mustache Shop is going to be anything but ordinary. Redbeat gasp a breath of fresh air and tossed out the cold coffee, and made his way out the door to his sister’s shop. On his way there, he waved and said hello to his neighbors and merchants as he usually does. The sun shined brightly through the overcast skies as rays of light made the streets glow like gold.
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The shop itself is situated between two jewelry stores out of all places. Not a place where stallions like me will want to go, but my sister made herself a good reputation around town by making a mustache perfect for any occasion and for anypony. I walk through the door and gave my clerk, Honest Merchant, a high hoof and said hello to the mares Ruby and Sapphire. Honestly, I don’t know how I manage to hire mares that sound like they’re from a video game of some sorts, but oh well. Their badass merchandisers the two of them. They can sell any product with little difficulty, and hand the pony to my sister for the surgery or a makeover. I turn my attention to the fact that today is one of those slow days, and my sister is nowhere to be found.
“Hey, Honest Merchant, have you seen Sir Floogle Horn?” I asked.
He looked at me with his left hoof on his cheek while leaning on the counter. “She’s in her office, but I don’t really want to know what she’s doing at the moment,” Honest Merchant replied.
The two mares are giggling in the background and apparently tuning into our conversation. “What are you two giggling at?” I shouted out in confusion.
“Oh, nothing Mr. Redbeat,” Ruby answered.
I looked back at Honest Merchant and we both came to the same conclusion on what my sister is actually doing. YUCK!
Few hours have passed and not a single customer. “It must be one of those days’ guys,” I moaned in agony. “What conversations we can get away with today without the government coming after us?”
“We can talk about Cronos, THE MOST SINESTER RULER EVER!” Sapphire hollered out right next to me.
My ears quenched and nodded a disagreement to that idea. Then the manager’s office door squeaked open and got everyponies attention.
“Umm-” Sir Floogle Horn stared aimlessly at us. “What are you guys staring at?”
“Were you masturbating in your office?” Honest Merchant hollered out.
Sir Floogle Horn’s face flushed, and manage to pull a naughty grin. “No, not entirely, but I need to speak to my brother about
something.”
“Umm, sure?” I question at the thought. What does she want now?
I walked to the manager’s office and heard some punching behind me. I’m guessing Ruby and Sapphire are beating up Honest Merchant for what he said to my sister. His lost not mine. I walked in and the door slammed behind me. I turned around to see my sister with the most worried face. “Oh, this is not going to be good I presumed,” as I took my seat behind her desk.
“Trust me brother, I didn’t masturbate, but I want to show you something I found on a journalist site,” said Sir Floogle Horn. She walked up and clicked on the tab called “The Retarded Pegasus of The Unicorn District”. My heart sunk on who and why, would post something like that. The page had almost 400,000 followers with many likes and only a hoof full of dislikes. I sat there and wondered who wrote this blog, journal, or whatever they call it these days. The words the pony wrote were outmost hateful, but I also wondered if the pony that wrote this blog is only trying to work me up. Who knows? I’m going to go about my day as if this never happened on a slow day.
“Sis, I’m going to get me some lunch. Care to join?”
“NO Thank you, but please don’t get your head all wrapped up in what they said,” she looks down at a family portrait. “It was kinda lonely the last time you got yourself wrapped up in something like this.”
“Hey!” my voice bellowed. “I can’t help it if I’m the only damn Pegasus in the family. It’s worse that they send me to school with a bunch of earth ponies and those damn Unicorns.
“Imagine if you were in my hooves getting picked on for having wing boners in middle of class, or even crashing in the middle of the hallway or up a stairwell. There was no other Pegasai to back me up or any friends to talk to. The only person I can honestly talk to-” I looked at my sister, my eyes widen in sadness. “Was you.”
“But you didn’t have to run away, Redbeat!” She screamed back me with tears in her eyes. “Seven years have passed since I saw you again. Only Dad and I understand why you runaway. Mom-” She stopped to wipe her tears with a tissue. “Pretty much died trying to find you. YOU SOME OF A BITCH!”
“WHAT!?” shocked in what my sister said. “Mom is… dead?”
“Yes My Brother, yes!” She came running to me and held me up to that shocking statement. She put her hooves around me as tight as she can. “Only if you knew what hell Dad and I went through after that. I was too young to go out on my own, and he had to quit his job to raise me up.”
My own emotions were raging all around my head. “Sis-“
“What is it, Redbeat?”
“Why did you wait three years to tell me this?” As I turned to anger.
Her ears flopped, and her head bowed down in shame as she walked away. “Because-“
“Cause WHAT?” as rage filled my lungs. I didn’t want to wait for the answer. I stormed out of the store to a furious storm brewing outside.
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I walked a good three blocks before I heard my sister’s agonizing voice. I didn’t want to listen to what she has to say. Lighting and thunder striking and bellowing all over town.
“REDBEAT, PLEASE LET ME EXPLAIN!” I stopped and turned around to see my sister’s worried look while trying to catch her breath. “When I first saw you in over seven years. I didn’t even know how to react. I was so emotionally overwhelmed. That I totally forgot to tell you what happen, besides that would ruin that one moment, the moment that we would at least come back together as a family. I didn’t want to lose you again brother!”
“Angie-“my sister’s proper name before she changed it. “I got no reason to run this time. I’ve grown up since I was a little colt running around chasing my tale in the field. Trust me on one account, I love my family with all my heart and soul. When I ran away ten years ago. I was lost as fuck, doing odd jobs and making friends along the way. What I learn on the trail is there no reason to run from family or even your enemies strangely.
“What makes me mad right now, is that you waited till now to tell me our mother is dead. In all truth, is father still alive?”
She shook her head, “I don’t even know!”
“When I came back from college, I’ve noticed the door was blasted open. I looked around the house and there was no blood, no damage or looting of the property. Just a note sitting on the table, but when I tried to read it. It wasn’t even in our language, Redbeat.”
“Angie, do you still have that note? My PipBoy can probably read it.” As I looked down at the old thing on my left arm. Most of the software is now corrupted, but at least it still works. However, Sir Floogle Horn’s face started to brighten up when I mentioned this dumb thing. Maybe, because my Dad gave it to me the night before I ran away.
“I’ll bring the note to your place Redbeat, enjoy your lunch!” as Sir Floogle Horn turned around to head back to her store.
“Actually Sis, I don’t mind some awesome company at the pub!” as I pull my arm back to scratch my head.
She stopped and jumped forty feet in the air almost screaming “YES!”
“DON’T GET HIT BY LIGHTINING NOW!” as a bolt flew right by her horn and hit a light pole behind her. However this didn’t detour her excitement and ran up to me and gave me a hug.
“Let’s get out of this storm. The pub is just around the corner,” as I let go of my sister and led the way to some good food.
Author's Note
The story hasn't been edited yet. Trying to get somebody to help me edit the story. Most of my crew is at school and their off days are on the days I'm not.
Also this time, I didn't let my friend in west Texas upload these stories anymore.
