Chickens and Mallows

Chickens and Mallows

Written by RB101

Chapter Five: The Act of Stress Relief

The trip back home was very quiet throughout the early morning, and the prolonged and unnecessary silence now dragged on into the apartment and onward past the point the fillies are out of the bag, and onto the carpet in my bedroom, drowning in white walls, posters, shelves, wardrobes of MLP things. The lone desk to the side, looking out and over the campus, accompanied by a black leather chair, a computer of half-decency, a shelf containing many pieces of information useful for studies, my study books, ranging room colours of brown to orange, to red, to yellow, to light blue, to dark blue, the black, and lastly to purple. No words had transpired into the warm, well heated room, until Alex cleared his throat,making us all turn to face him.

“Sorry,” he apologises, “Summin in the back of my throat.”

Silence controls the room once more. It may have been broken, but it has repaired itself in an instant. This is really starting to get on my nerves, especially with my wound, my situation, and the stupidity of the filles back at that extremely boring hospital. Then again I can't really say anything, because I've been through more boring lectures than in hospitals.

I cough, and all three immediately turn to me.

I take a deep breath once I'm done coughing.

“Okay.” I begin my rant. “What the fuck were you two thinking back there!? It may have been one of the most boring experiences you would've ever been through, but couldn't you wait until we were outside the hospital before asking questions. It may not be against the rules, but the circumstances we were in had no appropriate input to my experience. And you! “I point to Alex during my outburst. “Couldn't you have looked after them properly!? Such an irresponsible bastard you can be sometimes! Couldn't have warned them in advance not to say anything, not matter how long it would've taken!? It would've been six simple words, but noooo. You go ahead and keep your mouth shut, zipped away so they can disobey certain requirements. I'm both ashamed of the three of you, sometimes I feel like the only responsible creature in this building. You can clearly tell that I'm hurt and unable to get money, and you go ahead AND TREAT ME LIKE SHIT!!!” I finish in anger.

I take a moment to compose, taking a deep breath in and out. “Okay, everyone just get some sleep. I'm getting a coffee when I wake up. NOW!”

The fillies seem to hesitate to leave the room, but after a stern glare, it eventually wards them off. Alex just shoots a glare at me, and walks off muttering a few foreign words I can't make out.

“Some bloody peace and quiet would really be nice…” I mutter, before laying on my bed and drop my head onto my pillow. The entire role I'm playing in this case is really putting a lot of tension on my shoulders, so I begin to muse over the events of last evening and this morning. Why did I have to be the one they got stuck with? Why was it us that got these fillies? What will happen if the Government find out?

So many questions ponder my mind, that I am unaware that time flew by in the hour. Before I knew it, the sun was high in the sky and the clock had chimed for 1pm. So much for sleeping.

I hop out of bed, holding my head, and I walk into the kitchen for the first time in a while. As I guessed, a pot had been knocked over in the appearance of Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. I pick it up with my right hand and place it back on the counter, before grabbing a mug from the cupboard and turning the kettle plug on. I pick up the kettle after I had put the mug on the counter, and I fill the kettle with some cold water. About three cups. I place it back on its stand and flick the switch on it, causing it to begin boiling the water.

I lean back against the counter, tapping my foot to a melody that has popped into my head. Kind of catchy, but nothing over the top. However, this is interrupted by the click of the switch on the kettle to represent the boiled water being completely boiled. I carefully grab a teaspoon and fish out some coffee granules from the pot it's in. I dump them inside the mug, before putting the teaspoon on the counter and picking up the kettle with precaution, leering the warm water pour out into the mug, becoming a solution with the presence of the coffee granules. I go over to the cupboard and get out some Silver Spoon Sugar. I'm pretty sure there's a joke to be made there, but I'm not so sure. Anyway, I measure out two piled teaspoons and dump them into the coffee, stirring it after the second teaspoon. I now grab the milk from the fridge and pour a decent amount in, making the coffee a light brown. I pick up the coffee by the handle and limp back to my room, being careful not to harm anyone or anypony on my way back.

I let out a massive yawn as I place the coffee on the desk and slouch into my leather chair. I turn the computer on and wait for it to load…

...maybe I would wait for it to load if it weren't for Scoot jumping onto my lap and looking at the monitor in confusion.

She extends a hoof. “What is that?”

“My dear Chicken, it is a monitor. It displays things using LED lights, usually used for computer screens.”

“Like a projector, but cooler?” she asks.

“Kind of, yeah.” I answer. “It displays computer inputs most of the time.”

“What's a computer?”

“It is a machine that allows you to do many things on it. Here, I'll show you.” I say as I type in my password.

Once the password is accepted, the screen glows to the home page, showing a display of an image I found on the Internet that I quite liked.

Gotta love a photo of Dean Ambrose watching ponies with popcorn. As a Wrestling fan and a brony, there's no wonder why I picked that photo. Sweetie decides to walk it at this moment and hops over to Scoot, most likely to pass some words. I quickly turn and interrupt them from their gossip:

“Well, Scoot, Sweetie, it is time to teach you about the wonders of the greatest piece of human technology that is, this computer…”