Chickens and Mallows

Chickens and Mallows

Written by RB101

Chapter Two: Big Surprises in Little Packages

Millions of lies have to be made now that we have discovered this. Now, lying there, are two little horse like thingies. If I remember correctly, these must be ponies, I think. I haven't majorly followed the show that much, but I am aware of who's who, so I think they're two of the fillies…

One was of a orange hue, with a dark magenta-like mane and tail, which are both unkempt and messy, and short eyelashes. She was curled up in a ball-like position, keeping her safe from foreign objects. On the other hand, the other little pony, which was sprawled out a few inches from the orange one, had white fur, a bubbly curly mane and tail, which adorned two different shades of purple, and long eyelashes. This one had a horn upon her head, and the orange one had small and stubby wings, appearing to be unfit for carrying her weight.

A small thought in my mind had made me think that the white one was a marshmallow, and the other like a chicken. I pondered for a bit and decided that they would be their names.

I feel a force push my jaw back into place, and I snap back into reality of Alex standing by my side, now empty handed. Upon this snapping  back, I suddenly feel a very sharp pain in my left foot.

I look down…

...and immediately regret doing so. The knife, which was once firmly gripped in my roommate's hand, is now pointed, point down, through my foot, an inch away from my toes.

I scream in pain.

The fillies hear my scream and begin to stir.

Alex screams and runs into his room.

They have now woken up, and took a good look at me.

They scream.

Alex runs back in with an empty bottle of what was vodka in his hand. He sees them and screams again.

The three of them scream together.

Meanwhile, I'm standing there laughing aloud. They caught onto my laughing and they stopped and turned to me.

I laugh a bit more in a sarcastic tone, before quickly interrupting them from beginning to laugh themselves. “MY FUCKING FOOT!!!”

Boldly, the white one quickly jokes, “Quite literally.”

Alex and I scream together, and he grabs the now empty bottle and smashes it on his head.

They scream at our screaming.

I stop screaming, prompting everyone else's screaming, and I point to my foot again. “It really hurts y’know. I may pass out soon if I don't get it o-AAHHHHH!”

My speech is interrupted by the pegasus, when she, I presume, pulls the knife out of my foot. I have never felt this bad in my life.

This kind of pain I have never experienced, so I could burst into tears, but because I am Brendan, I keep myself from doing so. Blood is spewing everywhere from my left foot, and a few profane words slip outta my mouth. I quickly cover them before I return to trying not to lose anymore blood, by kneeling down and beckoning for a bandage, which the unicorn quickly arrives with.

“Next time something appears outta nowhere,” I wince and complain, “don't bring that freaking knife with you, Alex.”

“I can't keep any promises, Brendan.” he returns.

“Fine. And stop with the bloody bottle thing, you'll start blee-” I begin to say, before I notice a stream of blood pouring down from his head.

“Something the matter?” he asks.

I put my free hand onto my head, and run it towards my forehead, and he copies.

Blood. Lots of it.

“Shit.” he says with a straight face, as he runs to the bathroom to wash the blood, and probably glass out of his head. He then passes me a flannel for my foot, which I put on there once I receive it. It's a shame it's the only one we have in the house, bloody Government.

Soon, one of them had the courage to speak, it being the pegasus. “What are you two?”

“Humans,” Alex answers, “and there are many of them on this planet. We're just two of them, Alex and Brendan.”

“Yep. And who are you two?” I add.

“Oh right,” the unicorn responds, “My name is Sweetie Belle, and that,” she uses her hoof to point to the pegasus, “is Scootaloo.”

“Lesson well learnt.” me and Alex say simultaneously.

“You two friends?” Scootaloo asks.

“Yes we are, Chicken.” I, without thought, tease with a tongue stuck out for emphasis.

“Hey!”

“Affectionate term.” Alex adds blindly, after remembering what used to happen during secondary. Realising what he had just said, he quickly covers his mouth. I simply laugh at his statement and ‘Chicken’s’ reaction: priceless. Goddammit Alex. Sweetie comes out with a “Awwww…” before Scoot approaches me.

“Who you callin’ Chicken, eh?”

I boop her nose, getting the immediate reaction I was expecting: scrunched muzzle and cross-eyed look.

“You.” I grin.

Another “Awwww” is heard.

“No. Stop.” I instruct Sweetie.

“Okay.” she simply replies.

I turn around to whisper to Alex. “That was easier than I thought.”

“Well, they're young, so of course they'll listen.”

“And it's our job to corrupt them…” I joke, fueled with a smirk.

My only response is a stern look from the nineteen year old crazed man. “What? I found it funny.”

“Not all of us did.” he signals to the fillies, confused at what I said before. It appears that the two of them heard what I said, and now they seem curious as to what I meant.

“Ignore what I said, okay?” I ask.

They nod their heads in unison.

“Great.” I sigh, “Alex, can you get me a bandage please?”

He complies, and darts off of his feet to grabs the first aid kit from the cupboard. Upon receiving the bandage, I thank my roommate and I do my best to wrap my foot up as to prevent the bleeding any further. I'm glad they taught us basic first aid at ASDA, otherwise I'd be done for. Thank the ASDA God for adding medical training into their curricular for staff.

Now that my foot is bandaged, I get up properly and turn to the little fillies. “I guess you two are stuck here with us two.” I point to Alex and I, going back and forth with my finger. “So we're gonna have to set some rules…”

Alex and I quickly make some rules up in our head.

“First rule: Sorry, but for your life’s well-being, please do NOT go outside. Humans can be very destructive creatures, so I don't want you getting brutally murdered by one, and for that not to happen, you have to be within the safety of this home.” I state.

“Second Rule: Please don't try anything you know may put you in harm that is around the house. Again, we don't want you getting hurt, so don't.” He adds.

“Third Rule: Get our permission first if you want something, whether it be basic essentials or luxuries. Touching things in this world could be the end of you. The advanced technology here could be sufficient to take one's life away from them.” I assure

“And Last Rule: I pray, just don't interfere with anything that goes on in the house. Unless it's a life-threatening thing, or an emergency in general, then don't mess about.” He finalises.

“Alex will point to where the different things and rooms are, so pay attention. Just saying now, we are in the kitchen, where food is made.” I instruct, seeing as I'm the most responsible one in the house.

I'm just really glad that these two are really good listeners, as they nod to approve what we have said.

“Now, the rules…” Alex tests.

“Don't go outside…” Sweetie Belle starts.

“Don't wreck the house…” Scootaloo soon joins in.

“Don't touch anything you are unsure of…” Sweetie adds.

“And don't intervene with anything unless it's important!” Scootaloo finishes.

“You got it girls.” Alex praises. “Now let me show you the rest of the house.

The three of them go on towards the different rooms, and I hobble over to my bedroom. I believe sleep would be a good idea, seeing as I'm in severe pain, and stress. I climb onto my bed and stare up at the ceiling.

“This day went very differently than normal.” I mutter to myself. “I wonder what tomorrow will serve…”

I start to trail off, before completely zoning out of reality.