Button opened his eyes to the sound of his phone chiming. It was about the third time this morning, and he went to turn it off, to just hit snooze or something, when he saw it was a text. He flipped it open, and smiled as he saw it was Kiara. ’Hey, get out of bed, lazy bones. You have mares to woo!’

He chuckled at the declaration, and swung his legs out from under his covers. He did feel tired still, he wasn’t going to deny that, but it was the weekend, and he normally slept in on the weekends anyways. He rummaged through a pile of dirty clothes on the ground, something he would need to fix if he was going to follow Kiara’s ‘orders’, but for now worked to fish out a pair of sweatpants and a loose epona t-shirt.

Next for Button was the bathroom. He hadn’t showered, and while his hair rose slightly when he smelled his armpit, it was only maybe an inch, so he should be fine. Instead, he grabbed a comb and began to try to fix the knots that seemed to infest his hair. It was a fairly normal routine for him if he was going out, especially after years of his mom forcing him to. For a moment, he smiled wider as he saw his mother in the mirror behind him, ruffling his hair for a good job, before telling him to do it again with a laugh.

She then disappeared, and Button simply stood there, staring into the mirror as his chest tightened.

Bring, bring. ‘Looking spiffy!’

Button smiled at the text, and slipped the phone into his pocket, before turning to leave. In his peripheral, he saw a slight shade of pink on his cheek and paused, thinking about how it may have come to be. He then laughed his way downstairs, his head remembering his two mares kissing him on the cheeks. Well, Diamond Tiara kissing him on the cheek, and then Scootaloo damn near jumping his cheek.

Are they yours, or the book’s?

Button felt his hoof slip on the last step, and he crashed against the front door as he tried to catch himself. His chest was like a vice on his breath now, and he could feel the knob digging into his side. “Come on, Button, keep your head in the game. What would Rumble have said if he saw that?”

He checked his hoof, nodding as he felt his weight go on it no problem. Still, he should have been more careful, and it was stupid of him for having rushed. While he now trudged to the kitchen for a pop-tart, his phone rang again, and this time, Kiara asked, ’Are you okay?

Button tapped back, I’m fine, even while doing so made the edge of his eye sting. He brushed it off though, reinforcing it in his mind that he was fine.

His next breath after that came a bit sharper.

Bring, bring. ‘Hey, grab that pop-tart and go! You have a whole day to waste away and have fun with.’

Button slowly nodded as he made his way to the cupboard and began to search for the little pastries. When he found the box though, it came up empty. “Rumble must have taken the last one before he stopped being able to come over. Damnit.”

Bring, bring. ’You could always go see Derpy. I bet she would be willing to make you some muffins.

Button stared at the phone for a moment longer than he needed, before nodding and shoving it back into his pocket. Kiara was right. He could see her, make sure the family friend was doing okay, maybe even play a board game with Dinky, especially since screens hurt Derpy’s eyes. Yeah, that sounded nice.

Why leave the house when you could make them? Didn’t your mom ever show you how?

Button stared at his hand as it laid on the doorknob, his breathing coming in slow and labored while his body trembled. He could hear his phone ringing again. He could also see his joyboy, and the red glint of his pokeman cartridge.

Kiara stepped away from the edge of her ‘home’, watching as Button threw his phone to the side, and turned on his game. She had been worried, of course, that this all was growing worse for him, especially with how long it took him to get to sleep last night, but she had also hoped that they would just fade away. “I should have known better though. He’s too young to just shrug all of this off.”

Even such words were not enough to make the demoness cry as she retreated to her bubble within the swirling mass of chaos that was the demonic plane. She knew that he had to face some of this on his own though, just as Love Tap had to when he had been smaller. Even with how powerful she was, there were some things that nopony could just ‘make better’, no matter how much you wanted to.

Author's Note

The wish... which I just realized was poorly shown, was that others would be more okay with him being in a relationship, in hopes to make it easier for DT to make friends with his friends, and that is from the comments. As for the rest, if I am absolutely honest... it's just something that came to me while looking at the comments. I felt like I had forgotten something, and I think this, at least kind of, is it.

So yeah, another Button dealing with issues chapter. Onwards to Sunday!