Chickens and Mallows

Chickens and Mallows

Written by RB101

Chapter Sixteen: Graduation (somehow)

Questions were taken and answered, and the convention went pretty well. Some of the questions involved our ideas on how the ponies arrived, what they do to pass time, if the Crusaders go Crusading in this world, and how I got close to Scoot. I, obviously, did not reveal the entirety of the legacy, as the reader can probably tell (holy shit Brendan broke the fourth wall again).

Aside from that, me and Alex returned to our accommodation and Milos went back to his house in Newcastle. All of the fundraising has given us quite a lot, and when I mean quite a lot, I mean enough to buy a three bedroom house in Norwich, large enough for all nine of us, in an isolated location. That costs us around £650,000, and we still had £100,000 left. That would be enough for supplies for a while, and to move everything from here to there won't be too much, surely. At most £100 for us, and £125 for Milos.

That's how our future pans out after graduation day, which is tomorrow. Welcome to the Fifteenth of July, 2020, lads and ladies.

Anyways, we have packed everything away and we are beginning to move it all, and we are preparing to get some rest for the party tomorrow. I hop into my bed and Scoot follows, Alex has gotten into his bed and so has Sweetie. Rainbow and Rarity hop onto our chairs and fall asleep straight away.

I turn to Scoot. “Tomorrow,” I address, “for me, is a big day. It's the day where we get out of this house and go into the real world.”

“So it's the end of your schooling days,” she replies, “Real life will be fun for us.” She winks.

I chuckle a bit. “Sure,” I roll my eyes.

“Goodnight Brendan.”

“Night Scoot. Love ya.”

“Love you too.”

The rays of sunlight shine into the window as the morning has begun to awaken. The household of Mr. Andersen and Mr. Zelenko is lively, in celebration, and the residents are preparing to make their way into the graduation hall.

Our belongings now sent off, and fully packed away, I lock the door and leave the flat for the final time. Goodbye, beige carpet. (Heh) Goodbye, blood stain on the kitchen floor. Goodbye, old memories, and new.

Walking into the graduation hall immediately begins with a rupture of cheers and applause shake the hall as soon as we walk in. The ponies follow suit, and we all look confused.

With a single hand movement, I silence the crowd. “Excuse my profanity, but what the fuck was that?”

The head of the university walks to us. “Brendan and Alex.” he politely addresses, “You two have made and wonderful journey with us. And what more to say that you have all successfully completed the courses in flying colours.”

I look over to Rainbow and quickly wink.

The manager catches on and laughs. “Of course.” he smiles. “Speaking of courses, do you two mind walking up with me to collect them?”

Me and Alex make our way to the end of the hall, and we walk onto the stage in confidence. The audience is applauding and the head turns to us.

He mouths the words “Thank you.” before presenting us with our qualifications. We happily accept them and turn to the microphone standing on the same stage.

“Okay.” I begin. “We joined you here in 2019. We were two friends from London, unaware of life here in Liverpool, but we focused on what was important, our studies.”

Alex takes over, “But this life has taken a drastic turn. For starters, look at who we have accompanied with us!”

The crowd erupts again, and the ponies all bow. Rainbow jumps into the air with a hoof-pump instead.

“Heh.” I look over. “You're right to punch the air.” I change my tone and facial expression to a serious one. “Punching the air with the same hooves in which you almost murdered me.”

A gasp.

“Can you stop rubbing it in before I do it twice?”

“In which I would rub it in twice as hard.”

The crowd goes insane as Alex does it again: “OOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!”

With a sly look, I turn back to the audience. “I may not have introduced myself properly, but you know me already.” I clear my throat, which silences the crowd again. “My name is Brendan Andersen, and I am the Dead Man Walking.”

“And I am Oleksandr Zelenko, the Ukrainian Gift.”

The crowd applauds us.

“Thank you for your non-existant contribution into ruining our lives. That has been done already, but it took a turn for the better. Me personally, I have no clue how I received these qualifications when for the majority of them I've been either sick, in hospital, knocked out, or all three. I'm not complaining, I'm just confused as to how I got them.”

I signal that Scoot and Sweetie should go to the microphone to say something.

I step aside to allow the two to get to the podium. "And now a word from our sponsors."

A small giggle is heard from the crowd.

They gallop onto the podium and hop onto the top, by the mic.

“HI!!!” they say simultaneously.

The crowd says hello back.

“You know us already,” Sweetie says, “but let's just remind ourselves, right?”

The crowd nods.

“I am Scootaloo, and this is Sweetie Belle.” Scoot reminds them.

“We are the reasons why you respect them, and it's a hard job to maintain that.” Sweetie trails.

“And we hope you've enjoyed our limited time here.” Scoot finishes.

The crowd gives them a standing ovation as they hop off of the podium.

I smile and start laughing awkwardly, which silences the crowd.

“ASPARAGUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Laughter consumes the room.

Alex starts to ward me off. “ So, uh, yeah, СПАСИБІ, ДОБРАНІЧ І УДАЧІ!” {Thank you, goodnight, and good luck.}

He quickly ushers us all outside and the celebration takes itself outside. The crowd is left flabbergasted as to the occurring events.

I mean, I found it quite boring in there, so hey, it isn't that bad.

Besides, ‘Boredom is like a virus. It slowly takes over your body and mind, and deteriorates your essence of humanity, whilst leaving your unwanted body to starve for help and care, only to receive more of said pain, and it slowly banishes you to hell…’

Don't ask me the true meaning of that. It's complicated to explain…

This is the word of a younger me. I wrote it in another fiction, which I cannot post on this website for the reasons of breaking the rules. So that's half a loss and half a protection thingy. Woohoo!!!

Great minds and great lives make a really fucked up mess of spaghetti, and a shit ton of complications…

Well, not exactly…