Unity, First Symphony : ‘’Dark Crescent Moon over Bloody Street Minor’’
Verse one : Grand Opening
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Pyanepsion - New Moon (First Day)

I woke up by the sound of the rain outside. The pearls of water hitting the bay window of my living room. When did i fall asleep?

I shifted around, several empty bottles falling to the carpeted ground with a soft thud. Headache.

I ran an hoof on my desk, in desperate search of something, anything, to ease the trobbing pain in my brain. Hey, that rhymed.

Shut up. That was horrible.

Gee, happy-go-lucky brain again. Thanks for your morale support.

My hoof stumbled across my tabacco box. I took an hooffull and shoved it in my pipe in a dextrous motion (more like a tired wave of the hoof), took out a box of matches from my tail. After two tries, the thick cloud of sweet smoke went in my lungs, welcomed by a joyfull grunt. Nicotine. Now, all that i needed was some coffee, and i’ll be ready for work.

But, first, shower. I fell asleep on my desk yesterday, and my coat showed it pretty well; its and bits of furr stroke at funny angles everywhere, a line of dried-off drool escaped from my mouth, and i couldn’t see my eyes through the darkened circles of fatigue. My mouth felt like paste, and my overall body felt like it was sore from running a marathon. I couldn’t remember even walking out of this appartment in the last weeks. Months? Anyways. Instinctively, i removed my clothes, with little difficulty. I could only think about outside. The sun. The wind. Mye ars flatteneed on my skull. All of it wasted in search for that formula. The dark atmosphere of my junked appartment. My smile faded when i thought about all that i missed outside.

Today was different. I had to go back to the lab. I found the one lead we were all looking for yesterday, and spent the night exploiting it. I had to show it to my collegues. I could finally get out of my self-infliged exile from the lab, Finally!

Anyways. I’ll be talking about it for hours today. I had to focus. FOCUS! Fuck you brain, let me think!

I made my way in the tub, closed the glass door, and twerked the knobs. Hot water fell on my face, so i closed my greyish aubergine eyes. They had lost their shine long ago, when my mother died. When all of my friends abandoned me. They said friendship is magic, but it was bullshit in the end. They all betrayed me.

I couldn’t get out those negative thoughts out of my head as my hooves, full of soap, ran over my pale grey coat, giving it an ironic shine. As if my shining furr would reflect my bright, happy mind.

My hooves were becoming similar to rust on an old chariot; plaques of hoofnails were all edgy and stuck the carpeted ground of the appartment, and kept on sticking to the trash everywhere.

My wings were pretty awfull, too. They turned out dusty and rusty, with all of those weeks without flying. I wasn’t really like your usual pegasus; my talent wasn’t in flying like them. It wasn’t anything special. We’ll come to it later. The feathers needed a long preening, but i’ll have to stop at some spa to make them do it; My unicorn father never really teached me, and i hated to do it by myself. Seemed like a waste of time. Working on weak, dirty wings wasn’t very appealing anyways. I washed them absent-mindedly, and turned towards my new problem; my head. My nuzzle was all stomped, since i slept on it. A quick soap and rinse helped it a lot. And my mane. My mane! It was long, too long, like my tail, and it’s old silver color had long ago lost it’s shine too. All in all, i was a grey pony in the background, always in the shadows, with little to no background. Father was the head of the NCR (New Canterlot Republic)’s police, and had to work in contract with Unity, that shady marketing company. Everyone could clearly see that it had it’s strings a bit everywhere in every industry, and the police was only a team of investigators; the rural police was assured by (guess who?) Unity itself, with it’s robotic patrols. They said that technology could save us from our lack of evolution, but Darwin was wrong about one thing. We were supposed to evolve in touch with the nature, not by enslaving it and killing it like we do today. About an hundred years ago, it was all about friendship and sticking together with the animals as friends. Nowadays, it’s all about profit and killing animals, destroying their habitats and enslaving the poor to the the rich’s hardwork.

The skies were dark, always so grey. Never, or rarely, could you see the real sun again. It was all holograms nowadays. And my appartment was pretty rudimentary; i had no IA, no electronics. My fridge was an Icebox! Could you beleive it? And i lived in Central Canterlot!

I shampooed my mane and rinced it, then went out of the shower. I smelled good, but didn’t look like anything. I tried to comb the long strands of hair out of my face, to no avail. I looked like a rebel DJ with longer hair, and a long beard. Like a mess.

A waste in a wasteland of profit.

I came back in the living room, still wet, and took my pipe again. At least, the sweet numbing sensation in my muscles from smoking hard tabacco made me feel something. I worked with dead things all the time; and i saw so many dead ponies in my life to say that Death was only an escape route in our daily grey routine life. Everyday was exactly the same for everypony.

Today, the only thing that mattered was the amount of money in your pockets or in your bank account. The riches like me had debit cards, and the elite had credit ones. The society would fill our wallets with their tears, and we would spend it all in front of them to show how much we appreciated it.

And weirdoes like me, full of money, would only live like the poor as an act of compassion for our fellow workers. All dead inside, we were only empty shells doing what the society, What the government told us to do.

Let me explain a bit; when you exited high school (more like obligatory prison for foals), you followed the exam. The Exam, that would define in what manner you’d be best to help society.

They told me, Science. I went to science. And then i followed high classes about science. Science, science, science. It was all for naught. The things we’d come with could only be afforded by the rich, but usefull to the poor. Society contribution, my rump.

My cutie mark had never shown up. That was why i was a weirdo. A scientist with no talent in science that doesn’t know what’s his forte. A pegasus that wasn’t made to fly.

I sighed, and took a swing from the half-empty bourbon, sitting idly on my desk. The bottle of Bronco was my only friend; it helped me work, and helped me sleep. Yeah, Drunk Science!

The pipe refilled, held in my teeth, and the tabacco pouch hidden in a saddlebag along with my documents, i went out for the first time in weeks.

At least, it would be a good day. It stopped raining.

Author's Note

Hello folks.

Here's the first chapter of many, introducing the Unityverse. I've been DMing a few games of MlP:RiM in this world, and wanted to share it somehow, for those who didn't like tabletop RPG's. So, here it is, in story.

Any comments, likes, unlikes, anything, are appreciated. Critiques too, if they're constructive. And sorry for the spelling, I'm Canadian French.