Omega Industries

I_/I---^---#*#---^---I\_I

Omega enters the school grounds, staying at Professor Theory's side. Since the school day itself had only begun an hour ago, the outside grounds were all but barren as the attending students were busy in their respective classes. Neither Omega, nor Professor theory bothered to make any small talk as they silently walked to their destination. The smallish classroom he was led into had quite a few ponies present for its size. Four different additional professors sat up top, with a few couples of equally snobbish looking unicorns seated just below them.

As Omega took his place on the floor, an additional pony rolled a cart into the room. The cart had a white egg with red spots on it, and a little diagram below showing the egg halves opening to reveal what Omega could only assume was a dragon.

"WHAT THE FUCK!? DRAGONS EXIST HERE!? AND I HAVE TO HATCH ONE!?" Omega mentally screams, looking up at the professors briefly before turning his attention back to the egg. "Okay, how should I do this? It's likely the egg needs something it doesn't currently have to hatch. It's in a semblance of a nest... But it's a dragon, traditionally fire-breathing creatures that live in volcanic regions. So, it must need heat." Omega deduces, looking at the egg as he ignites his horn.

Omega builds up his magic, charging his horn as it grows hotter on his head. Then, he sends the beam of heat directly at the egg, letting it absorb the heat from his magic, until it begins to shake and crack. Concentrating harder, Omega gives the egg consistent heat, letting the splintering egg take everything in at a moderate pace until... BOOM! The eggshell bursts open completely, leaving a small, white baby dragon with red spines sitting in its place, the little dragon grabbing and sucking on the end of its tail. All the while, the professors jot down notes on their clipboards at a rapid pace, while the potential fosters look and talk amongst each-other.

Professor Theory walks up to the other four professors, reading through their notes and grades. "It appears that, with no prior study into heat magic, Omega has managed to both properly deduce the needs of a dragon egg, and perform a sufficient hatching spell in mere moments. The ability to solve the problem in such a short amount of time shows that this colt has immense potential at our school, and is eligible for a scholarship enrollment. The only remaining factor is his living situation. For those of you here interested in fostering this bright young mind, follow me to the counselor's office to meet with him individually." Theory states, as he motions for Omega to follow him as well.

"Holy crap that was draining... Wait a minute. What about the dragon? Screw it, it's coming with me." Omega thinks, levitating the baby dragon over onto his back as he walks.

Theory quirks a brow at this. "What exactly are you doing?"

"I hatched this one, so I'm taking it with me. Is that a problem?" Omega counters, stopping in his tracks.

"Not for me, but potentially for the candidates. Nopony knows exactly how to care for a baby dragon." Theory states.

"They don't know how to care for a dragon, but make you hatch one anyway!? What the fuck do they do with the hatched dragons normally!?" Omega thinks. "Well, it shouldn't be too hard to figure out, if anyone actually bothers to pay attention to them. Where do you normally send the hatched dragons?" Omega asks.

"Back to where we find them usually. It's a simple system we have going. We hire specialists to collect the eggs for us, we hatch the dragons, then have them sent back to their nests. The parents are none-the-wiser, and we have a perfect testing system because of it. So I'd recommend putting the dragon back." Theory firmly suggests.

Omega takes one last look at the dragon. "Sorry little one, I wouldn't be able to properly care for you if I tried." He laments, levitating the dragon back to the cart before moving on.

"A wise decision, don't fret about it. Dragons are nothing but dangerous, greed-fueled creatures." Theory states as the pair makes their way to the counselor's office.

I_/I---^---#*#---^---I\_I

Omega sits patiently, waiting for the verdict on which of the couples he'd met would be taking him home. The three couples all seemed nice enough, though Omega could tell all of them had those same, snobbish tendencies. They all seemed to be more respectful once they heard him speak in his usual manner, likely to keep from revealing their true intentions behind fostering him. Omega knew full-well that none of these homes would be quite as welcoming as the ponies would have him believe, now it was just a matter of who would take him home.

One of the couples had dipped out, after realizing Omega may have been too smart for them to manipulate. The decision was eventually made that Penny Pincher, an orange coated, purple maned mare, and Business Savvy, a blue coated, blonde maned stallion, would be the lucky foster parents of Omega. However, that didn't mean Omega would be going home just yet. Once the decision was finalized, Omega had to go start on his first round of catch-up classes, as school had already been in session for a week.

"Cramming a week's worth of work as fast as possible, eh? Shouldn't be too hard, if I forego my weekend breaks. I could be caught up by the start of next week." Omega thought to himself as he entered his first catch-up class.

I_/I---^---#*#---^---I\_I

All in all, the classes were fine, despite his missing out on recess. Omega hardly cared about it, knowing the importance of his studies took precedent over socializing with his future classmates at the moment. As he walked home with his new foster parents, he noted the weight of the school books in his bags. It felt somewhat comforting, in a way. A true sense of normalcy in this strange world.

"So, how was your first day of attending Celestia's school?" Business Savvy asked.

"It's alright, I have a week's worth of work to catch up on, but foregoing my weekend should help me catch up completely by the start of next week." Omega informs him.

"Sounds like you know where your priorities lie, you're such a mature colt for your age." Penny Pincher remarks.

"Thank you, I try my best to be. Aside from that, I should still be able to spend my later evenings with the both of you should you want to." Omega says.

Penny and Savvy look at one-another briefly. "I believe we could go for a night on the town tomorrow evening, after you're all settled in." Penny says.

"Then that's what we'll do. I trust you have a room set aside already?" Omega asks.

"Indeed. If you have any requests for any changes to your room, make sure to flag down a member of our staff, and report it to them. It will be done by the time you get home from school tomorrow." Savvy informs him.

"Thank you, both of you. I am very grateful you decided to have me in your home." Omega thanks them.

"Think nothing of it dear." Penny says, as they make it to their front gate.

One of their butlers opens the gate for the trio, as they pass through without needing to slow their gait. Omega notes the garden out front, hedges in the shapes of ponies in semi-dynamic poses. He also notes the fact that the home itself is a friggin mansion of all things.

Once inside, a maid escorts Omega to his room, which looks to be a very generic boy's bedroom. Not wasting any time, Omega takes the nearby paper, quill, and inkwell, and begins to fill out his requests. Once he finishes writing them out, he gives the parchment to the maid, before setting his bags down and levitating one of the books out. Retrieving a new sheet of paper, his quill and ink, and a worksheet, he sets to completing his homework. After a few hours of completing some of the more mundane work, like simple math and reading, he gets a knock on the door.

A different maid from before escorts him to the dining room, where he was sat between his new parents as the staff brought out their meals for the night. This was the first decently sized meal Omega had seen since his time at the orphanage, actually managing to get himself some normal portions. Dinner that night was mostly quiet, save for a few times where Penny and Savvy discussed their own work from the day, while Omega had made it seem like he actually cared about any of it when asked.

Once dinner was over, Omega went back to completing his schoolwork, lighting the gas lamp by his desk to give himself enough light to work in, without using up the gas in the other lamps around the room. All that was left of his extra homework now was the magic-oriented things, which he quickly got engrossed in. The entire concept of using magic had greatly enthralled him, the potential applications of it all giving him some real mental stimulation, something he'd lacked prior.

Once Omega's finally completed his homework for the night, he goes to bed. As he lies there, he plays with a few simpler spells, combining the levitation and light spells to form a light orb he could manipulate around. He manipulates the light ball to appear to fall onto the bed, and bounce around as if it were a tennis ball. Soon after, the need to sleep overtakes him.