Author's Note

I should mention this is pretty much the worst chapter. It gets better from here I promise!!

A Day In The Life.

The mare awoke with a start. She bit her lip, reaching a hoof up and brushing her soft orange mane out of her light purple eyes. She gave a soft sigh, before slipping out of bed, her wings fluttering softly as the moonlight shining in from the window across from her bed illuminated the racks of empty or half-full potion bottles hanging on the hand made wooden racks. The light reflecting off of the puddle on the floor was what caught the mare's eye, a reddish liquid surrounded by shattered glass pieces that scattered light along the ceiling above her.

"Ugh. Great." She groaned, staring over at the rack that was now laying on the floor, surrounded by a pool of different colors and glass pieces, a mixture that could only be compared to a rainbow slowly seeping into the floorboards. "I knew that nail was loose. I KNEW it." She sighed, bringing a hoof to her forehead. She glared at the source of the noise that had woken her up, picking the rack up with both hooves, careful not to cut herself on the glass littered around it, and set it down on the table it had fallen next to. Sure enough, the nail on the far right had fallen out during the night. She rubbed both eyes with a hoof, trotting into the next room. The contents of the room outside her doorway were a small staircase leading down, and a door a couple feet to her left, down an incredibly short hallway. She carefully shut her bedroom door behind her, opening the door at the end of the hallway. She trotted into the tiny bathroom, flicking on the light switch with a spare hoof.

She brought her eyes up to the mirror in front of her, groaning wearily as the bags under her eyes seemed to contrast horribly with her soft yellow fur. She narrowed her eyes, growling out, "Wow Melody, you look like SHIT. What's that? Get some more sleep and stop talking to yourself? That sounds like a great idea, me. You're always so great with coming up with those. Keep it classy." Melody grinned, flicking off the light once more and trotting back into her bedroom, flopping down into her bed. She messily tugged the covers up over her face, shutting her eyes, and promising herself that she'd clean up her mess tomorrow.

When Melody allowed her eyes to slip open the next morning, the sun was burning a mean glare through the window at the lazy mare. She sighed and pulled herself out of bed, trotting up to the coat hanger behind her bedroom door, and beginning to struggle with her large, ruby-red robe. She slipped her front hooves into the clothing first, then her back, finally, raising it over her back and tying the costume off at the neck with the two strings that hung from it. She fiddled with the wing slots for a couple seconds, before they finally poked through, Melody giving them a couple soft shakes to smooth the ruffled feathers. Her tail eventually poked through the hole in the back, the mare grinning at her small achievement and trotting downstairs, completely forgetting the cleanup work that needed to be done back upstairs in her bedroom.

"Ahhh.. home sweet-- Oh. Fuck." She stopped mid sentence as she arrived in the kitchen, a slightly larger space than her bedroom, and joined with her living room. Where a potted plant had been resting on the counter, was now a mess of roots spanning the entire room, curling around chairs and drawers, the stem leading up to a large yellow bulb with a gaping jaw, purplish gums, and very, very sharp teeth. On The ground next to the kitchen island the plant had been on, was a dried puddle of a reddish liquid. Melody made a quick roll toward the staircase as a root went for her leg, the mare giving a stressed huff.

"Oh, my stars... You stupid, stupid mare.." She said as she grimaced, hurrying up the stairs and into her bedroom as a snarling sound could be heard faintly from below. She reached into a nearby drawer, grabbing up a small dagger and stuffing it into her robe, just in time as well. A root poked up from the floor boards, squeezing around her hoof and pulling her toward the floor. Melody screamed, as 5 other roots forced their ways up, curling around her hooves and struggling to pull her through the boards as she wriggled and struggled with them, one larger root slowly slipping it's way up from the boards and attempting to tear at her robe.

"No! NOT this again!!" She shouted angrily, just as the floorboards gave way, the mare falling through down to the floor below, caught in the air by her robe grabbing on to a jagged piece of board extending from her bedroom, which now had a melody sized hole in it. She growls, her wings flapping as she dodges a root, dropping to the kitchen island below and directly in front of the creature. She grabbed the dagger from within her robe, slicing at roots as they began to creep toward her from all angles, the mare leaping directly into the creature's mouth and beginning to slice the insides, the creature bleeding a bluish blood. She was quickly becoming covered in saliva, the plant monster closing its mouth with her inside.

Melody kicked at its throat, attempting to trigger it's gag reflex as she stomps and bucks in anger, shouting slurs at the hungry, carnivorous plant. A good slice lands at the back of the abomination's throat, the big dandelion spitting her out on to the kitchen island, cups and bowls clattering to the ground with a smash as they collide with the hard roots, more glass spreading in separate directions. The overgrown flower beast rears its head back, collapsing to the floor of the kitchen, the roots beginning to wither and die. She takes some time to catch her breath as it finally curls back up into an octopus like form, resting in the middle of the shattered pot it had grown out of.

"Well, that was.. a great way to start the day. Thanks, life.." She muttered, picking up the creature and trotting upstairs, grabbing a potion bottle, and forcing the now tiny and mostly dead creature inside, popping a cap on it to keep it trapped until she could find a use for it or a more suitable home. She placed the bottle on her desk, sighing, and sitting on the edge of the hole in her floor.