A New World, Filled With Curiosity

After the announcement, he finally began to receive costumers. To his surprise, the first customer came in with a Pokémon partner (a brown, furry pig with darker brown stripes), but as soon as more customers came in, he could count only a couple ponies afterward with their own Pokémon. The amount of requests for his services started piling, and he was busier than ever. The list of repairing went on: broken furniture, shattered glass (with one he recalled the Quilava burning with a fireball), smashed clocks, ripped books, destroyed shelves, and even a random quill. Overall, business boomed a bit more than he could handle. Many ponies even shouted "fix it, Felix", a small quote from a certain video game that influenced his name.

Luckily, two Pokémon were on his side, helping out with their all. The Quilava was carefully working on attempting to gluing together a vase (after small guidance from the stallion and a visual of how it looked like). He had no trouble picking up how to use the glue, to the point where he looked like he was a true pro at fixing things. Felix reminded himself that he needed to give him a name one of these days.

Sadly, not everyone had the adaptability of the Quilava. While the Quilava was on the third repair job, William hadn't even gotten close to progressing with his first. He placed the wood together before attempting to glue it together, but the wood slipped from his talons and fell to the ground. He flew down, grabbed the planks, flew back up, and repeated the progress over and over. Felix felt a little guilty that he spent most of his time working with the Quilava instead of helping out William, but he thought that the Quilava would need more help than the wise owl.

Before Felix could wander over to the Noctowl, the bell tolled at the front, signalling another customer. He sighed before wearing his great smile to introduce the next customer.

It was really weird to do work. Yeah, doing work gave other ponies help. But he didn't know why ponies had weird things. But he worked. And it was... Fun? Mister William explained what fun was. But even though he was getting fun, Mister William wasn't getting fun. And that concerned him. Concerned was another word Mister William explained. It was one of those feelings when you get when watching a good Pokémon running away from a bad Pokémon. Words were fun! And words helped explain things he never knew, like happiness. Fun was just another happiness.

No, Mister William. Mister William wasn't getting fun. He wasn't doing repair thing right. But Mister William had... Focus? Focus was when someone didn't let something distract them. And distract was when someone or something would make them not focus. Mister William showed him what distraction was, and he wasn't distracted. He was focused. And it made him feel bad in another way... Fear? Yeah, fear. He had fear for distracting Mister William. Mister William was good Pokémon, and he didn't want to make him bad Pokémon.

He just worked on his weird thing and let William do his work.

The attempt and not the deed confounds us, he muttered in his mind, growing anxious with each dull thump of the wood striking the ground that slid off of the round structure of the broken wooden lamp. Nothing can come of nothing... How in feathers am I suppose to piece this together?

Patience was his watch-worth, but the owl found the trial pressuring his limit. No matter how he viewed the situation, he found no learning knowledge from his errors. No matter how he placed the wood, it would not hold before he gathered the glue in his talons. And he would not use the glue to hold it in a wrong position. He must handle this with precision. If he placed the wood to balance like so...

As he reached for the holding substance, he saw the wood sliding off once more and land to the ground with a loud thump. O, had I but followed the arts to understand the way to piece this together!

He flew down once more to gather the wood into his talons and observed yet another project completed by the Quilava. If I had the astounding adaptability as the young one, I would be farther amongst the gods to decide my will...

"Alright, Quilava! I got your next order here. Let's see if you can do it yourself without my help!" a jolly voice called from the other side of the room.

"Without help?" the Quilava asked, the nervousness apparent by his paws fiddling with his watch. "Can I do... Repair weird thing without help?"

Of course, the obvious cheery answer would come from a positively cheerful stallion. "Of course you can! You've done so many that I know you can do it without my help!"

The answer suited the Quilava as he worked enthusiastically after the small amount of praise. Such a confident, young one. Of course, the doubt worn by the stallion did not pass him either.

Lucky Streak strode up to him with eyes doused in concern. "William, are you still having trouble?" A concern that did not settle with him.

William forced his eyes to focus on the wood to veer the belief of the stallion. "There is no need to fret. I shall accommodate this accordingly. You shall instead worry of the other projects, shall you not?"

He continued carefully balancing the wood before placing it onto the right angle. Before he could reach for the glue once more, a hoof came onto the board. And, in a magical sense, he held a pen in his other hoof and marked the sides of the wood. After finishing, the stallion met his gaze with a compassionate... Nope, Pity. It was pity. "It's better if you cut the wood down first and get it into place."

The Noctowl pushed his embarrassment through the fiery aggravation blazing inside of him and gave a simple nod. "I see. I thank you for your advice."

He gave that same smile which William made out as a mocking sneer before he left him to his own project.

No, I mustn't think such naught of him, he criticized himself, ashamed he would even think of the hospitable stallion as such. Now, he gave information to myself that I should follow. Now... It's time for me to exceeds Pokémon's might that dwells with the gods above!

He faced the tools hanging from nails from the wall and, with a swift flap of his wings, he grabbed the saw with his talons. As he headed back, he didn't realize that a wing clipped onto one of those same tools and fell to the ground, gravity forcing them against their will. William heard the many tools fall near him with the sounds of metal against stone. He barely had time to spread his talons away from each other for the very saw he flung as he fell landed in between his legs, the teeth of the blade-side taunting him as they stared at him before falling away from his paralyzed body.

Sweet merciful Ho-oh! Never shall I forget the luck you shewed me today, lest I be impaled thrice more! his mind screamed out.

As he recollected his thoughts, he observed the Quilava's flames ablaze, primal shock swimming in his eyes. Lucky Streak broke into the room with a speed rivaling a Skiddo, skidding to a halt as he released his breath of relief when looking upon the scene.

"You startled me," the stallion sighed out, hanging his head down. Bringing his head back up quickly, he sincerely asked, "Are you alright, William?"

Overcoming the initial shock of coming close to meeting Yvetal's blade, he picked himself up and gave a bow. "I apologize for the scare. I was not anticipating my wing to become caught on a small nail of all things."

The stallion shook his head in disappoint before a small hum sounded. A tune rang out from nowhere, causing William to look around in question. As the song went on, he started kicked the items on the ground back onto the wall, each landing pinpoint onto each part of the wall. He gawked in awe as each tool settled onto their small holding nails with such precision. The wrenches, screwdrivers, hammers, and all other repairing item flew to their respective spots without a single-moment's hesitation. He looked over to the Quilava that now sat next to him, who also stared in disbelief and wonder. As he kicked up the last small wrench, the stallion clamped his jaw around the saw, the music reaching a climatic note, and held it out to him. William placed a talon on the saw, letting the handle slide into his claws. The stallion then skipped away, still humming the small tune.

After a few moments of stunned silence, the Quilava asked, "How did he do that, Mister William."

His mind could only allow him to state a small answer. "... I... Haven't the foggiest idea."

Mister William was still having trouble. Even though Mister Felix gave him... Advice? Yeah, the thing where giving small learning thing. Mister Felix gave Mister William advice, but Mister William was still bad. He was trying to use the move Cut, but he can't learn that. Mister William's been just putting cutting thing on the board, but he hasn't been using Cut. Maybe Mister William should use cutting move with wing. He saw bird Pokémon using their wings like Cut, but it wasn't really Cut, but it worked like Cut.

He wanted to help Mister William, but Mister William was focused again. He didn't want to distract him. Also, he don't think he can make good Cut with his claws. He knew Cut move, but he didn't know how to Cut things well. Maybe learning Cut later. Back to weird thing.

With one problem came another. The Noctowl gripped the smooth wooden handle of the saw in his talon, aligning the teeth to the line. Once connected, it slipped once pushing down, the flat side paralleling to the accursed rough wood. And the process repeated twice-over. He uttered a small sigh as he placed the saw onto the line once more.

Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast, he echoed into his mind, raising his talon to smack the head of the saw into the wood. The saw slid across the wood, creating more scratches upon its face. Taking a moment to breath, he looked towards the indent he had created over the past few minutes. Or indents, as he realized the saw landed upon many different spots on the wood except for the ink line across the face and, surprisingly, the desk he worked on.

"Erm... William?" a voice asked near him. William looked up to find Lucky Streak with yet another concerned face, with a small hint of... Exasperation. The Noctowl deflated a bit as he continued, "Are you certain you don't need any help?"

Realizing how pathetic he must look, he puffed his chest, attempting to put in a more confident demeanor. "I have no need of your assistance. I'm quite certain of my capabilities."

Another voice called from behind, this time, the Quilava. "I thought Noctowl can't learn Cut?"

The burning feeling of enjoyment rose up in his chest once more with the prospect of teaching the child once more, momentarily forgetting about Lucky Streak's plight. "Indeed, we do not learn that move, but what I am doing is an action with this saw, or cutting tool."

The Quilava once more had the curiosity head tilt and wonder eyes, as the Noctowl liked to call it. "What's action?"

"An action, young one, is when you do something. For example, running, eating, sleeping... They are all actions."

The Quilava blinked once. "Can we learn to do an actions?"

The Noctowl nodded in agreement. "Indeed, we can learn many certain actions, young one," he heartily answered. "Some can be easily taught, while others might be more difficult, but with dedication, we can learn to do most anything if given time."

The Quilava straightened his head. "Then why you not learning to use saw?"

"Pardon?" William felt his ego crumble underneath the weight of that question. "Erm... Well, in retrospect... It is... I mean, I... Ergo, it's..." he muttered, the heat of his embarrassment rising in his chest.

Lucky Streak filled in with his own explanation. "I would say that a certain Noctowl is trying to hide his pride a bit, wouldn't you say?" the stallion said, a smirk plastered on his face taunting the Noctowl.

"Th-that is not so!" William defended, but he realized that was the correct answer. Still, he wished he could come to the answer before Lucky Streak did. "The passage I take is my own! I only seek to find knowledge through self-teaching!"

Understandably, the stallion was rolling his eyes, and William could not blame him. After all, childish described this unpleasant scene. He released a long sigh, understanding the script needed reworking. "But... It may be more of interest if I... asked for assistance in my quest towards repairing this project." He gave a small bow towards the stallion. "Forgive my arrogance and allow me to repent of my pride."

"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" the stallion cheered, giving his infamous grin stretching to both ends. "Well then, let's start learning, William!"

Felix had a theory once that his luck rubbed off on others. But, after working with William, he realized that he was dead wrong. Somehow, William managed to break bench dogs while using tape to wrap around one of the Gloss-Enhancing Gems by tripping on the bow of the face, scratching up the figure with a flying gouge from the same wall William knocked all the tools from in the process. And that's only one of the several accidents he had just working on his project.

What's worse was that, while Felix was relatively unscratched compared to his workshop, William was covered in splinters, with cut-up feathers from his beak to his talons. And, somehow, he had a rake glued to his back. How William managed to cause such disaster upon his workshop and himself was beyond Felix's imagination.

He sighed as he consulted, "Alright, this will probably sting, William."

William, on the other hoof, was less than happy. "This is definitely not what I expe-EEEEE!" he shouted as the rake on his back was ripped off, along with a few feathers.

Felix threw the rake away, shaking his head. "You know, maybe you're probably not made to work in the workshop..."

The Noctowl sighed, poking at his back with his wing. "I sincerely apologize for my lack of skill. I am but a Pokémon of poetic words."

"Don't blame yourself for this," Felix comforted, staring at the ground with a small pang of guilt. "I believed you would be okay working with wood before you were ready." Deadpanning, he added, "Also, stop pecking at your back. It only makes the pain worse."

William froze as his beck laid on his back before raising his head again. He simply answered, "It's quite irritable."

Felix leaned back onto a stool, careful not to fall backward. "So... What now?" he asked, his mind trying to think. William appeared to do the same.

Quilava came up to them, a weak smile on his face. "Finished another project, Mister Felix!"

Felix gave a large smile towards the Quilava holding the fixed stool. "Well done! You've really have gotten good at this!"

Quilava gave a smile a child would only wish to rival. "Thank you, Mister Felix!"

Felix brought out his list. "Now, let's see here... Which project shall you do next... Argh, this darn list of mine... Ah, here we are!" He walked towards a broken vase. "Now, you've done this already. Think you can do it even quicker than the previous vase you fixed?"

Quilava nodded. "Of course, Mister Felix!" He scooped up the pieces of the vase into a dust pan and wandered over towards his table. He stopped midway and added, "Hey, Mister Felix?"

"Yes, is something wrong?" Felix asked, Quilava staring back with a puzzled expression.

"Well... If Mister William can't help do repair thing, can't Mister William do other thing? He's good advice and good book... Whatever book is."

Felix gave a nod. "We're trying to figure something out..." Felix blinked. Good book? A small smile came across his face. "And you just gave me an idea."

Quilava tilted his head. "I gave idea?"

He pulled out his list and called out, "William, I believe I've thought of something you would be able to do!"

William snapped from his stupor and flew over. "Have you found the direction towards the least destruction"

"Yes!" Felix exclaimed. "You will be my new secretary!"

Quilava tilted his head. "Secretary?"

The Noctowl flew over, his chest puffed out and his back straighter for every time the Quilava asked a question. "A secretary is a job quite similar to repairing. Secretaries help keep things organized, or makes things easier for other workers."

Quilava gave another weak smile. "That's good job for you, Mr. William."

William gave a smile and a nod in return. "Quite so, young one! I will be able to give you more projects for you to do well at, as well as give Lucky Streak a more efficient route." He turned towards Felix. "Isn't it not so?"

Felix gave a large smile. "Of course! I'll put my full trust in your abilities as an organizer!"

"Splendid!" he cheered. "How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a brilliant world! One blessing I shall not allow to burn!"

"Mister Felix!" he whined. "Mister William's poetrying again!" He pointed an accusing paw at the Noctowl.

Felix and William couldn't help but chuckle to each other. Quilava saw them laughing and gave a small huff of smoke before collecting the pieces once more. Once he started working once more, Felix pulled out his sheet. "So, my first job is for you to organize the projects I have and check off any that have been completed. Once that's finished, you'll take customer's orders... Well, tomorrow. Our little project together took up most of the day, so we'll just finish up what we got and call it a day, wouldn't you say?"

William looked over towards the Quilava, which Felix followed. Felix didn't realize that Quilava was starting to sway a bit while working. "I believe the best course of action is to halt all work and allow the young one to rest for the night. As you shall know, we Pokémon can be stubborn sometimes for our friends that we forget about our own well-being, instead caring for them more often than naught."

Felix looked towards the Quilava and gave a sheepish grin. "Heh, seems I may have been overexcited again. The poor Quilava need his rest. I guess I see you're both quite loyal. It's almost like you both are Elements of Loyalty."

For a moment, he could of sworn he heard a sneeze from a rainbow-maned pony from another city.

William shook his head. "Even so, I truly apologize though for my day's behavior once more. Because of my blind loyalty, I've wasted valuable time of your day. So, for tomorrow, I shall seek for someone to fill in my previous role."

Felix rubbed the Noctowl's head. "Now, now, no need for any of that! Besides, tomorrow's going to be a lucky day! A new worker will come in as well as my presents for both you two and I!"

William stared at him for a moment before letting out a long sigh. "I shall not question why you strongly believe someone shall come for employment here. As a matter of fact, I shall never comprehend you ponies nor your world. You'll see that somehow, I am currently miraculously fine after all the torments of the day."

He blinked as he observed the Noctowl. Sure enough, William's feathers filled in the previous place where his feathers were plucked from his body, and no splinters were in sight. Felix knew the one conclusion to draw from this.

The magic of slapstick comedy!