The Voices (In My Head Again)

As the sun sets Sketch rises from his bed.

“Ugh, my head… Wait, why am I in bed? Did I sleep through the whole day again, damnit!”

“Ah ah ah, language mister.” A woman calls out from the other end of the room.

“Sorry, wait, you look like Luna, are you her mother?” At this she chuckles.

“No, I am her sister, Celestia.”

“Oh you must be the one who sits on the throne during the day, why are you in my room, don’t you have some princessly stuff to take care of?” Sketch asks rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Not at the moment no, I’m here to talk to you as my ‘princessly duty’ for the day.”

“Okay, what do you want to know.” Sketch asks as he sits up in the large bed as Celestia walks in the room and sits on the edge of the bed.

“Well first, what is your name.”

“My friends call me Sketch on account of my drawing style.”

“So you’re an artist?”

“Not even close hehehe.”

“Then what are you?”

“Something that I doubt would be useful here.”

“You’d be surprised at what we have in terms of technology Sketch.”

“Do you know what the internet is?”

“...That I do not.”

“Point Sketch, my turn now.”

“Go ahead.”

“Do you really control the sun? Or is it a hoax.”

“I do indeed control the sun as my sister, Luna, controls the moon.”

“Okay, your turn.”

“What is with that strange mask you have and who is this Q person who signed it?”

“Oh the mask is a symbol of a hacktivist group that uses their knowledge of technology to knock bad people down a peg or two and Q is my favorite sci fi character of all time.”

“Hacktivist? Is that like a terrorist?” Celestia squints at Sketch.

“No, what they do is if they find a website full of lets say, illegal material they focus on it and take it down and the bad people along with it.”

“Why not let the guard handle it?”

“The police can’t be everywhere at once so the group leads the police directly to them and then they get sent away for various times depending on their crimes.”

“That actually sounds like a good thing.”

“I think it is, anyways. My turn!”

“Go ahead.”

“Do you guys have any beef jerky?”

“You eat meat then?”

“Yup, I love me a good steak.”

“Well cows are part of our population so I doubt we could serve them to you being that they are sentient, are they not sentient in your world?”

“Nope they just eat and poop until they either, A, are big enough to produce milk, or B, are big enough to send to the slaughterhouse.”

“That is a bit grim, could you not talk about that to the cows, it might frighten them.”

“Can do.”

“My turn as it were.”

“Shoot.”

“Why do you have knives in your jacket?”

“Oh, I juggle them.”

“Were you a jester or clown at some point in your life?”

“No, I just found it fun, i can even juggle up to three knives with one hand, wanna see?”

“Maybe some other time, for now *Yawn* I will head to my chambers to rest for tomorrows drove of upset nobles.”

“Nice talking to you Celestia.”

“You too Sketch.”

As the princess leaves so does Sketch and this gets her attention.

“Where are you headed off to Sketch?” The princess asks.

“Off to see your sister and talk to some guards maybe, but where’s the nearest bathroom?”

“The is one right over there.” Celestia points back into the room and Sketch now notices that there is indeed a bathroom there.

“How did I miss that?” At this Celestia giggles slightly.

“Sometimes the most obvious things hide in plain sight.”

“Good point.” At this Sketch heads towards to bathroom and gets a drink.