Starting Up

Fuming. That word is not even close to what I feel right now. No, a closer descriptor would be sheer blinding rage, as I stormed around the hospital looking for Redheart, passing ward after ward. Eventually, I found gathering her things to leave in the staff room and I went straight to her, demanding the 10 bits of pay that she still owed me. I must be a lot scarier than I thought, as she threw the ten bits into my face and galloped out of the room. Not even bothering to work out how much debt I had left, I stormed to the janitors closet, lay down and tried to sleep while burning off the last vestige of rage.

When I was fully calm, I realised that I could go back to Canterlot. However, while I could have gone to the train station and caught the next train, I instead opted to have a nights sleep and get going when I’m fully rested. Well, that and I’d bigged up the janitors closet to myself as quite comfy and I had a desire to prove myself wrong. So, I slept, expecting it to be painful in the morning…

Waking up, I found out, the hard way, that I was right, my body ached all over and I had a strange craving to drink the bleach that was resting on the top shelf. Getting up, I started strolling down the corridor, to the lobby and through the hospital doors. I did have to hide from Redheart, as I was meant to start working in a few minutes. Cue mission impossible theme, I crouched behind a pillar as she passed, not noticing me due to the strategically placed bit on the floor in front of her. While this left me with only the money for the ticket and no more distractions, it did buy me enough time to make it out of the doors.

From there, it was a brisk walk to the train station, via the library, not caring about the stares and whispers of the morning ponies, they could think I was the devil himself for all I care, as soon as I get back to Canterlot, I didn’t have to give a flying fuck what they thought. Arriving at the train station, I bought the ticket and began waiting for the train, due to arrive in 10 minutes. This wait was made less than tasteful by the appearance of “Deep Cut” Sparkle and her cabal of elite assassins, including the swift, calculating hacker, Parity. Turns out they heard, from god knows whom, that I was here and they wanted to tell me goodbye.

Those goodbyes included a suspect amount of promises never to come back to Ponyville, ever. This was fine by me, considering that from near the moment I got here things got shitty. So, since this would be the last time I saw them, I told Rarity that her house was ugly, her designs were bad and her ego was massive. I got through that and then turned to Twilight, telling her that perhaps she should engage with anger management classes, or failing that a therapist to deal with her lifelong phobia of dishware.

They were all about to jump me and tear my flesh off like a bunch of sharks who just saw a clueless diver, when my train came in, stepping on, I ignored the shouts that were flung my way and found a cart and sat down…

This world is fucking screwing with me, as soon as I had got in the cart and settled down, then did those three ponies from the last buggering train journey come i to. I was tempted to walk straight out and find another carriage altogether, but in the end decided to stay put. This was mainly influenced by a hilarious spectacle outside the window. Turns out, news travels fast in this town and so I saw Redheart, face contorted with rage, running to the train. By now the train had started moving, the steam whistle blowing it’s final farewell.

While I laid back and relaxed, the others decided that they were interested in why they were each leaving. To begin, the clock-maker was leaving because he’d done his job and while he had tried to get a business going, there was already a talented watchmaker in Ponyville, so beginning a rival business would be futile. Poor guy seemed pretty beat up about that, must have only seen the lighter side of Ponyville.

The Noble’s story I didn’t even bother with, he just got a suit made and left, simple as.

Now, the last time I saw the Journalist was in a hospital bed, they must be quite quick healers. I decided to quickly ask how much it cost him and he looked at me strangely. I was then informed that Redheart was a terrible, absolute arsehole, who deserves to be sent to hell, burned to ashes and then remade before the whole cycle begins again. The health care is free, the health care was bloody free! There was no debt in the first place. I was free from that. I did have a quick good thought for Redheart though, as she gave me the means to buy the ticket that had me on this train.

Getting back to the Journalists story, apparently he decided to leave due to the pressure of Ponyville. after the Pinkie Pie story didn’t go anywhere but hospital, he tried to get a shot of the racer, Rainbow Dash, doing stretches, she caught him and dumped him in a lake. The more I hear about this guy, the more I get the feel for just what kind of newspaper he worked for. I actually suprised that they had that sort of thing here.

Different to last time, I didn’t give my reasons, despite the others looking quite eagerly at me, I just stared out the window watching for a large mountain and thinking of the sanctuary of Canterlot.