Spirit sighs, nudging his computer idly with a hoof. "C'mon... gimme something..." he whines.
The computer does not respond.
Sighing, Spirit opens up Discord (the chat program, not the draconequus), checking to see if Pathos had poked him again. He'd been ignoring his friend a bit that day, putting off the roleplay they were doing. He'd cooked a little, thought a bit about life, and all the stories he had unfinished.
Sure enough, there was a message.
*dances*
Spirit chuckled a bit at his friend's way of getting his attention. "Alright, let's see what he thinks of this." He types, *does a barrel roll* and hits enter.
No, Pathos responds.
Spirit smiles. "He never did like the DO A BARREL ROLL thing, did he?" Fiiiine.... *rolls away elsewhere*
Wait noooo
Barrel roll if you want, but please respand~
He sighs, stretching. "Ah... I should tell him." So, I've been toying with an idea for a little while in my mind.
Mhm? Pathos asks, seemingly interested.
On a story. Spirit clarifies.
Oh~? Pathos seems more excited now. Cool.
I've barely written anything and yet I realized in a sad sort of humor that it actually makes sense as a complete story.
He waits a few moments, then copies and pastes what he has written so far.
Spirit sighs, nudging his computer idly with a hoof. "C'mon... gimme something..."
The computer does not respond.
AH
Do it
Write the whole thing
go
GO
Spirit laughs at the excited response. This is as far as I've gotten.
More
Moar
Spirit smirks. "Not gonna let it go, eh?"
Isn't it funny, though, that it actually makes sense?
Like that's where the story could end.
The whole story just being those three sentences.
In that moment, Pathos seemed to take a bit and think about it deeply, at least, Spirit assumed so from the few moments it took for him to reply.
XD
Poetic
"Or not." Spirit smiles.
I know
Remember my poem, Little?
"He's probably forgotten, I mean, it was a tiny little thing I showed him like... ages ago. A few months."
Uhhhhhhhhhhh... Remind me?
He chuckles. "Thought so. Heck, I wouldn't have remembered. Let's see..." He hunts around his computer, but doesn't see it saved anywhere. "Ah, well, I remember it. I mean, it's a tiny lil' thing."
There once was a little man, doing little things.
He wondered if there was something bigger.
Pathos responds after a few seconds.
Nope.
Don't remember it.
It's in that moment that Spirit realizes something, and quickly opens Notepad, jotting down everything they'd been talking about.
As he goes to respond to Pathos, who's been waiting ever since he stopped talking to type everything down, he wonders how to start the conversation up again. Should he allude to the story he's writing? "Smile, you're on camera?" he suggests, then dismisses the idea. It would take away from the story if Pathos knew it was end up being a story for everyone to see.
Sorry, jotting down a few ideas. he decided on.
Area of a circle and, after a pause, 2piR? Pathos responded, throwing Spirit off guard. He followed up with piR^2? before Spirit was able to respond.
Two times pi times the radius squared.
Gotcha. Pathos responded.
And gotcha~
Jot jot jot he continued.
Spirit smiled. Pathos seemed to always be behind in his homework. As a has-been procrastinator, he knew exactly how easy it was to get into some deep problems if not kept in check. Poor guy.
At this point, Spirit decided to transfer what he's written into a Word document. He didn't like it much, but he did admit that it had the benefits of italics and word count. He hit control and A, selecting everything, then control and C. He opens a Word doc, then presses control and V, pasting everything down.
“Huh. Six hundred eight words. Not too shabby.” He makes a quick paragraph describing the transfer, then closes the Notepad doc.
“A’ight, let’s see… Nope, Pathos hasn’t respon- Oh, he just did. Let’s see what he has to say.”
He switches back to Discord. What kinda ideas? Pathos asks.
Spirit chuckles. “Oh, if only you knew.” Not much. Little things here and there, just kinda adding on to the lil’ thing I showed you earlier. Oh, italics were so much easier.
Ah, Pathos responded.
“Hm… now, what to do…” Spirit stretches again, then yawns. A quick check of the clock shows that it’s 5:44. He nods, remembering that his dad had gone to pick up his sister, and should return soon.
Getting tired of sitting up, he adjusts himself and lays back, resting his head on a giant Garfield plushie his mom had found at a garage sale once. It had stitches in several places where Spirit had fixed up some holes.
Adjusting his lamp so it was no longer shining directly into his eyes, he looks back to the computer. He debates whether he should watch something on Youtube, or go back to Discord and chat with Pathos, though, what about he wasn’t sure. As he thinks about that, he realizes that earlier, he hadn’t clarified that Discord was a chat program. Not everypony would know that it was and would probably be very confused, so he went back and made a quick note in parenthesis.
He glances down at the word count. 885 words. Not bad.
A headache makes itself known moments before Pathos replies again. “Guess that’s what I’m doing,” he says before checking to see what Pathos had said.
I'm screwed
I think this is the worst I've ever done on a test
Like a big test
“Oh, poor guy…” What’d you score? He asks hesitantly.
35
Spirit winced. “I hope that’s not…” percent? he asked.
Yeah
7/20
0.35/1
I'm going to bed, I give up
Spirit glances back at the doc before the realization hits. wait, don't go to bed yet... He racks his brain for something to continue the roleplay, but comes up blank. Just like he always does. “Ugh… Now of all times? Great…” He checks, but Pathos had already gone offline.
“Brilliant.” He rubs his head, which was starting to hurt more. “Ugh…” He sighs. Checking once more that Pathos was still offline, he goes to click over to Youtube when his dog barks. “Hm… They must be home. Or maybe it’s the airplanes going around outside. I dunno.” He listens to the vibrations in the air. “Just airplanes, I don’t hear anything that sounds like Dad’s truck.”
As soon as he says that, he hears the sounds of said truck pulling up outside. “Welp.” He shrugs, stretching. “Ugh… I’m tired.”
Right on cue, his dog barks at the door, constantly, until his sister opened it, stepping inside and greeting the three dogs that all waited at the door for her. His sis was always the first one in. His dad followed in afterward, closing the door behind him.
The Sears job that Spirit had been working at was fine. It wasn’t all that hard, really, but he did admit that he was tired more often than usual, all the time. He’d made a habit of falling asleep by accident while talking to either his marefriend or Pathos. He felt bad about it, but he supposed that if his body needed the sleep, he didn’t have much of a choice.
“Maybe I can have some hot chocolate or something…” he murmurs to himself, as an idea for staying up more. He wasn’t sure how long he’d stay up tonight. It was only 6:06 in the evening and he already felt like taking a nap, despite sleeping nearly twelve hours the night before when he’d tried for a one-hour nap.
“Eh… Alright, alright.” He decided that would be a great course of action, considering how close to sleep he was. “Jus’ lemme finish this up and submit it, then warn her that I’m taking a nap and might not wake back up,” he mumbled to himself, referring to his girlfriend.
He hit save, then was presented with the “Save as” screen. He stared at the little box, wondering what in Equestria to name the thing.
“Maybe… No… Hm…Ah. Of course.” He saved the doc, then opened FiMFiction.net, going and putting the new story up.
Name?
A Slice of My Life.
Author's Note
I'm not certain if I really need to explain this... Kinda said it all.
Lemme know if you like this kind of random slice of life thing.
And yes, I know, the verb tense is all over the place. I'm working on that... tomorrow.
