I'm Sorry

Ponyville was bright and sunny, as it was most days, weather pegasi keeping the clouds from blocking Celestia’s warm sunlight. Ponies went on about their business, the world turned as it always had, it was another day.

Leaving the hardware store was a purple stallion, saddlebags containing whatever he had bought. His eyes had dark bags from restless nights. Nopony noticed, and he didn't try to be noticed, instead nodding and smiling to passing ponies.

His long, thick mane was slightly messy, feathers slightly misaligned, he was a mess, but only to

those who cared to check. Once in an open space, he flapped his wings, rising in the air, and disappearing into the sky.

Soon enough, the stallion was home, hooves touching down on the clouds that made his home. He checked his mailbox, removing a few letters, all were addressed to Electric Pulse.

“Hmph.” Pulse scoffed, and tossed the mail into the air, letting the currents carry them away. He watched for a moment, before turning and entering the house, making sure to lock the door behind him.

The cloud home was dark, a bit cold, and smelled oddly feminine even with it's sole male resident. All the curtains were closed, only a little light filtering in. Pulse ignored the house, trotting up the stairs to his room, keeping his saddlebags on him.

Upstairs, Pulse opened the door to his room, which was just as dark as the rest of the house. He gently placed the saddlebags on his neatly made bed, and flicked the bathroom lights on as he entered it. Pulse turned the shower on, looking at his reflection while the water warmed.

A few strands of his blue and orange mane hung down, and he brushed them aside. Steam began filling the room, fogging his reflection. Pulse stepped into the shower, letting the water beat down on him for a few minutes before beginning to bathe.

Ten minutes later, he was clean, and toweling himself dry. Wet mane stuck to his face and neck, tail hanging down from the water weight. He made sure he was dried off, and hung the towel to dry, making sure it looked neat and tidy.

Back in his room, Pulse looked up at the ceiling for a moment. A folded piece of paper on the desk was taped shut, and he picked it up, placing it on the bed. He opened the saddlebags, and pulled out his only purchase before putting the bags in the closet.

A coil of rope laid on the bed with the paper. Pulse unpackaged the rope, uncoiling it before flying up, and tying one end to a hook in the ceiling. The simple rope hung down from the hook, and Pulse left it that way, picking the paper up, and carefully untaping it to check what he had written inside.