Starting Up

Night. I’d almost forgotten with all that has passed in the last couple of days, but this is my first time looking up at the stars of this new world, they were so much clearer than in my old town, so much bright and the entire universe just looked so much more alive. I’d seen a picture of the night sky from some national park in America, but that had nothing on this. The stars were arranged almost like paintings, with a distant view of galaxies and supernovae, made to look so clear and so near that I could finally feel a distant hope, that somehow this was all a dream and that this proved it.

However, already knowing the result, I pinched myself to no effect, I remain trapped here in this horrid world of cute horses who hate me and a ruler I can’t reach. Yes! If I could just tell the Princess, maybe she can waive this debt hanging over my head like an executioner's axe. This thought was brought to a halt, when I started thinking about the price of paper, ink and postage. Does this place even have a postal service? Where the hell would I buy paper, let alone ink? Damn, I’d need to find a quill, too. Wait, maybe they have pens? No, I definitely saw quills in the library, the brief time that I spent there.

With that option securely out of my reach, I’ll have to travel to Canterlot to tell the Princess. To get to Canterlot, I’ll have to take a return trip by train, which brings me to my original reason to why I left the hospital, now I’m just standing here looking like an idiot outside the hospital, so I started off, heading down the path in front of me, hoping that it connects to the town. Then I can just trace back my steps, back to the train station and back to Canterlot.

Eventually, I saw a hint of village. I start to ponder why the hell they decided to put the hospital so far from town. Someone has probably died due to that distance, they didn’t have any ambulances that I could see which means that you’d have to carry them! And unless you had an overpowered Unicorn Master Race near you, that would take a lot of time and energy.

Now, while I saw a hint of village, the village obviously knows less about me than they think they do. This came from the, now more hostile, stares of the ponies who braved the cold night air to come out, for whatever reason. I even saw a parent hurry their kids inside, which seemed a tad cliche for my taste.

I had nearly made it to the library, when I saw a sight I instantly decided would be a good sight to get away from. That sight was Twilight Pimpin’ Sparkle with her posse of prostitutes, walking up the street. One of particular note being the high class escort Sharity, so named due to her habit of providing free gang-bangs. I took tactical cover behind a set of crates, handily nearby, until they passed.

This cover provided me the perfect opportunity to eavesdrop on them, listening to their top-secret client list. Unsurprisingly, the dangerous pimp and escort duo were spreading slander about me and damaging my trusty weapon of reputation. I would have to inform the Princess of this and have justice enacted, if I can remember.

That encounter over, I finished my journey to the library, not bothering to peek inside I began to retrace my steps back to the train station, a task that took much longer than one would think. I finally reached it though, checked the price board and found the Canterlot train ticket price...

10 Bits. 10 days of work, 9 now. 9 more days of that gruelling, dull and dreary job, for that bitch Redheart. This will take longer than I thought, but at least it’s not impossible.

I began the slow trudge back to hospital, the stares lessened now, only by the fact that there were less ponies out. While, they might hate me for what slander and rumour have put against my name, at least they hold no desire to lynch me yet. While I could begin to clear my name, if you factor in my leaving in a few days and that Sparkle and Rarity have already lived here for a while, I assume, combined with the reputation Rarity has, I really couldn’t be arsed to deal with all that. No, I’ll just lay low, earn the bits and then sneak out of town while Redheart sleeps.

I reach the doors of the hospital, still bright from who knows what source of light, I’m just going to assume magic. I start to feel the tiredness from the days work start to seep in, making me yawn as I head over to the Janitors Closet. I check my pocket for the single bit and open the door. Finding it empty at this time means that I should be able to sleep in here undisturbed. Laying down, I took the bit out, examining it, a gold coin with the Princess’s head on one side and a moon emblazoned on it on the other side. This coin represents one day of work and if I don’t get out of here, it’ll be representing the other Twenty-three thousand, two hundred and twenty-nine days to go.

When I say it think of it like that, it all suddenly hits me, how unfair this all is, I criticised a bloody building and ended up with a broken nose and a crippling debt. I even consider finding some method of suicide but I don’t bother, why do that when I could go try for a better life in Canterlot. Although if that doesn’t pan out then I probably would just end it. No real point to it if I go to two cities and fuck it up both times. Even now, I realise the childishness of that, but I do try and think of what I should do if Canterlot does go tits up.

I haven’t heard of any other towns so I’d probably just pick one of a train timetable at random. That’s all in the future though and for now, I just have to deal with…

Wait, it was ONE BITS A FUCKING HOUR! I was meant to get one bit per hour, that bitch fucked me. I got straight up and begun looking for that fucking Nurse.