The Voices (In My Head Again)

As Sketch awakens he yawns and pops his back, his morning ritual, he heads to the bathroom to brush his teeth but realizes he doesn’t have any tooth brushes or toothpaste for that matter…. Yet another thing he wishes he had with him at the time of the convention but sadly it was at the hotel he was staying at.

“Maybe Twilight can get me a toothbrush and toothpaste.”

“You rang?” Twilight says cheerfully as she brings Sketch a toothbrush and some toothpaste.

“Oat flavored?”

“Yup!”

“Man I miss my bacon flavored toothpaste already.”

“That sounds disgusting.”

“Once you get past the weird plasticky aftertaste it isn’t too bad, I’m surprised you aren’t put off by the fact that I like pork products.”

“Wait, you eat meat?”

“Yup!”

“Why?”

“My species is omnivorous, we need protein to survive but meat is the best way to get it and-”

“You can get it from other ways, right?”

“Yeah, I guess…Peanut butter is a good source of protein, as well as eggs, please tell me you have eggs.”

“We do have eggs, you know we aren’t savages.”

“I never used that word...tiny purple horse.”

“I am not tiny!”

“You’re four feet tall, but still an adorkable little horse.”

“I don’t know whether I should be offended or flattered.”

“It’s okay Parum Equus.”

“What’d you just call me?”

“It is latin, a dead language in my world and I just called you little horse.”

“You know a dead language and have it memorized, yet you use it to insult me?”

“Not to insult, just giving you your own nickname. Do you see any other pony with a dead language nickname?”

“He’s got you there Twi.”

“Thank you purpura, ac Lacerta.”

“Let me guess...little dragon?”

“No, purple lizard. There is no word for dragon in latin.”

“How and why do you know so much of a dead language unless you only use it to insult ponies.”

“I needed to memorize a good chunk of it for my zoology, biology, and botany classes in high school and college.”

“Oh, how many years of school is that equivalent to?”

“Twenty years.” At this Twilight’s jaw drops.

“Twenty years?! How old are you?”

“Twenty four, I started early and skipped a grade.”

“You skipped a grade?”

“Yeah, I’ve been doing algebra since fifth grade.”

“Why?”

“Because despite my childish nature lies the brain of a scholar, but being smart all the time is no fun. After all, ignorance is bliss.”

“I’m not ignorant I just don’t know everything.”

“That isn’t possible, I bet Celestia doesn’t even know one percent of everything, the scale is just too massive to comprehend.”

“You…*Sigh* Have a point there...Can we just switch topics al-”

“Do you like waffles or pancakes better?”

“Waffles, definitely waffles,” Spike says as he...did he just eat a gem?

“Did you just eat a solid gem or is it like rock candy?”

“Nope, it’s a real gem, emeralds are my favorite though.”

“Nice, so Twi, what’s your preference, pancakes or waffles.”

“Uhh, pancakes?”

“Ok, I will make both.” Sketch stops and looks Twilight in the eye with the most serious face he could make without laughing,” You better have a waffle iron or so help me god I will bury you in pancakes.”

And so Sketch then proceeds to make pancakes and then he literally made one hundred and twenty-seven pancakes, almost enough pancakes to bury her, almost…. Almost…Once Sketch finishes cleaning up the pancake apocalypse as he calls it the three head out to meet the rest of the elements of harmony, not that Sketch knows because he was too busy singing Rap God by Eminem while she was explaining the day's itinerary. First was some pony named Pinkie Pie the pink premier party pony, what’s with him and alliterations? As Sketch looks around he can feel something behind him and just as he turns around he is ‘greeted’ with a large cannon pointing directly at him.It goes off…

“Pinkie! What have I told you about doing that to new ponies?”

“Hehehehe sorry Twi, I just had to do… it… are you okay mister?”

“Don’t you dare ever sneak up on me again.”

“B-But I thought ponies liked surprises, I-”

“Few things, I’m not a pony, two, I’m a first dan if you sneak up on me like that my first reaction is to kick the person sneaking up on me, you could’ve been hurt.”

“Sketch don’t you think you are being a bit harsh?”

“And another thing I got confetti in my eye because of that blasted cannon.”

At this Pinkie Pie’s face turns from one of joy to one of sadness as her eyes begin to tear up.

“Awww don’t cry little one come here,” Sketch says as he kneels down to hug the sad pony, this immediately cheers her up but Sketch still feels the need to apologize, which he does profusely. “Sorry, Unum Rosea I didn’t mean to be so harsh it’s just that I don’t like surprises.”

“That’s okay, I can throw you four more types of parties that don’t involve surprises or cannons!”

“Nice, I look forward to them, also I called you Unum Ro-”

“It means the Pink one I know that silly willy!”

“How do you know a dead language from a different world?” Twilight asks.

“Just a guess!” Pinkie Pie says as she smiles.

“How?” Sketch says wondering how the pink one could’ve guessed, it was nearly infinitesimally small chance of her guessing right yet she did just that.

“It’s just Pinkie being Pinkie.” Twilight offers as an answer, Sketch doesn’t care enough to press on and the three, wait where’s Spike?

Back at the castle.

“Twilight! I'm ready! Where are you?” Spike shouts as he searches the halls for his friend.

Back in town.

The three spend some time at Sugarcube Corner and chat it up as PInkie and Twilight talk about their friends and blah blah blah, Sketch just zones out for most of it until he falls asleep sitting upright in his booth seat as he couldn’t fit into one of their tiny chairs. And with that, he’s out like a light.