Well, that was dumb

by TheSilentVampony666

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Comedy, Adventure, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Sad
Length: 454

Five colts are about to have the strangest month of their lives...

What does a red-haired prince from the moon, a two-headed pony with a serious case of sibling rivalry, a black-magic unicorn from Discord’s home-country and a depressed Wonderbolt-wannabe have in common?

Absolutely nothing, but their lives are about to smack together like waffles and syrup.
Can these colts put aside their differences and have a blast, or are they going to screw up BIG TIME?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-05-21 04:20:43 UTC

On the MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Things on the moon hadn’t been so damn boring in years, in fact, the moon had even lost its most awesome feature!

THE CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!!!

Pffft! Yeah, right, like there was ever any cheese on the moon….

Rabbi Roja was a bored colt, a jerk and supposedly the moon-ponies only hope for future survival, all because he was the first moon-pony with a red mane and tail. He also wasn’t allowed to leave his gilded cage without an escort -which he would’ve ditched faster than a shooting star given the chance- and he wasn’t allowed to fly. At all. So naturally, he did both regularly.

Rabbi Roja spent most of his days walking all over his servants, rubbing his parents’ friends the wrong way and plotting escape. He was a well-educated jerk but he was also a bored and lonely colt, a lonely Colt that’d never seen, let alone spoken to another foal.

So that brings us to why Rabbi Roja, saviour of moon-ponykind, living in a fancy prison on the face of the moon, was hiding in a flowerpot by the main entrance of his tiny kingdom.

I’m going outside today or I’ll damn-well die trying!

He was in for a long wait, his parents had guests arriving in the afternoon, but they were unlikely to visit him, though most other ponies would give all their bits for just a peek at the little prince.

They can’t keep me here forever, I’m pretty sure the stallion that’s going to save their butts has RIGHTS!

And when I get out, I’m going to go play with all the other foals, make friends with all the colts and make funny faces at all the fillies!

He wasn’t sure of this, but he was still just a small colt, so he assumed this was what colts his age would do. He couldn’t be completely sure of anything because the only things he knew were the rooms he’d raced through a thousand times and the area around his prison he’d managed to run across before being plucked off the ground by the guards posted outside. Whenever he was brought back he’d be scolded, then fawned over, then sent to his room with a cookie which he’d crush into little pieces and scatter on the floor in the hallway to his room.

He’d never admit it, but sometimes after long hours of glaring at his least favourite wall, hatching more grand escape plans, ones that would see him outside, playing with friends he hadn’t met yet, he’d curl up and.....cry.

If his servants heard they either didn’t care or they had seemingly more important things to do.

Rabbi Roja was a lonely, rather forgotten colt…