Author's Note

here is a picture of the displaced. Just so you know who it is.

A Little Sweepy in Here by:Diluation

Hi. My name's Bill,or as the locals of Ponyville say the name's Sweepy. The reason being,as You can probably guess,is because I sweep. It's nothing special really,just an average ma- err robot,doing His job to make the World a cleaner place.

Now I know it may sound a little generic,hell maybe a lot of these start out like this. In truth I was just Your average College janitor,30 years old with about 12 years of sweeping on My belt. I've been sweeping ever since I got out of school,and I just can't find Myself away from wiping the floor. I've heard My fair share of bad puns,snide comments,and remarks about how It just seems to be natural for Me to always find a mess.

I would also instantly tell what the mess was made of,even if it didn't look like it was. A nice example of such,would be when Miss Ava stumbled upon a 'black pile of hair' underneath Her desk. From what the students told Me at the time,is that nobody put that pile of hair there,and since I was next to the classroom door at the time Miss Ava asked Me to clean it up. I only took one look at the 'black pile of hair',before I turned to the class and said.

"Ya'll might wanna get out of class a little early. Could be a bit of a bigger mess in a few."

"What?!" Miss Ava said,surprised,and angry at the order I gave the kids.

"I'm telling You Miss Ava,this mess ain't what it looks like."

"Mr Ben,with all due respect You can't just dismiss class like-"

"Or would You rather clean this up Yourself?" I interrupted,eliciting a little noise from the students. I simply left Her with a spare broom at that point,not willing to disturb the aggregate.

"Well fine! I'll show You how difficult this mess is to clean up!" Was the last words I ever heard from Miss Ava,before I heard the desk move along with a ton of screaming about daddy long legs,and spiders running around. I waited outside the door,patiently watching the students run out of the room. As I saw of the last students leave,I closed the door and peered inside. Sure enough,Miss Ava was passed out near Her desk. I smiled,and left a note describing My humor at Her failure to trust Me.

Needless to say,everyone in the old School knew not to doubt My word again after that incident,and it was a year afterwards some kid came up to Me offering Me a special broom. 'Strong enough to squash those pesky aggregates!' 'Won't leave a speck of dirt behind!' 'All Yours for a twenty!' He said. What He left out,however,is that the broom can bring You into a 5 year old girl's fantasy land. It was there I met the 9 ponies that made Me wanna stay,rather than take higher pay from the Canterlot 'nobles'.

You probably already know them,the void dwellers that come,and go tell Me that Displaced usually meet these ponies first thing. For the sake of it,or maybe because the author is forcing Me to at this point,their names are Scootaloo,Twilight Sparkle,Pinkie Pie (better known as Pink Menance),Fluttershy,Applejack (god bless Her soul),Sweetie Belle,and Apple Bloom. The rest of whom I never really cared about. They did the whole,'trap weird thing in stone' gimmick before Celestia came by and saved Me from the torture of not sweeping anymore.

After finding out My capabilities,Celestia gave Me a job. Two in fact. To put it simply,I was to keep the streets clean,of just about everything any normal pony dislikes. If I could at the time,I would've broken out into a gigantic smile. Instead I gave Her a line that brought strong,happy winds with it. "Celestia,I will sweep so hard,You'll be off the floor in no time!" Which lead to a pun-filled fellowship between Us.

We kept this fellowship,during Chrysalis,during Discord,during Tirek,and even during Tempest's invasion. Until it came to a abrupt,unexpected stop. I only received one final letter,containing the word.

Run.

I stood there,stunned at the implications of the letter.

"Sweepy?" I heard Applejack ask in concern. "Is something the matter?"

I said nothing,simply picked up My broom,headed to the north end of Ponyville,and swept. I swept until the storm came,and it was there I saw Him.

"Are You the one who made a mess in Canterlot?" I asked,unfazed by the height difference.

"And Who are You,to oppose Me?" He asked. A mental click in My head sought out the Dumpster. The 8 story tall creation I had spent improving over the years. With a ecosystem containing rats,spiders,ants,and various scavenger animals. Various metal lids of different sizes,forms,and shapes all meant to slowly kill ready to shoot out in a mere second. Toxic gases were contained inside bottles,some just plan smoke,others deadly to the body,and others causing ponies to act a certain way.

"A janitor." I stated,putting My broom in combat ready stance. "And I don't like it when ponies go making a mess around these parts. Especially ones Who do it intentionally."

A mere moment later,the dumpster fired it's weapons,taking down the army behind the figure. I stood still,waiting as the figure charged at Me. When it got close enough,I lept up,and slammed the blunt end of My broom on His head. Instead of the extra time I expected from Him being stunned,I was sent flying into My dumpster with extreme speeds. My right arm broke off,and My legs were beginning to fail Me. I looked up at the figure,and said.

"May You breathe ill winds,Dainn." Was all I got out,before He stomped down on Me.