Omega Industries

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After the minor renovations to his room, Omega has a larger desk, a shelf for his books when he's not using them at home, and mostly just relegated the toys to a toybox in the corner. The remaining days of catch-up work passed by fairly quickly, nothing of much note happening. During those days at the school, he'd never interacted with any of the other foals on account of his rushing between classes. Now, though...

Omega sat in one of the benches by the playground, watching as a majority of the other foals played around. "Being an adult in a child's body is just too weird, playing isn't really something I do anymore. Maybe I should find something in the school's library to read during recesses like these."

In the school's library, Omega saw something that was quite surprising. Two fillies occupying the same table, reading next to each-other. What's even stranger, is they have the same style of mane and tail cuts.

"Friends, or siblings? Eh, none of my business." Omega disregards the pair, heading over to some of the more advanced magic books. There, he saw a slightly older yellow filly that had what could only be described as bacon colored hair. Paying her no mind, he browses the book titles.

"Aren't you a bit under-grade for this stuff?" The bacon filly asks him.

"The grading system doesn't always match the learning level of the individual. The more complicated, the more I want to understand it." Omega says without so much as glancing at her, before grabbing Combination Spells and How to Use Them off the shelf.

"You know... I haven't seen you around here before. You must be a new student." Baconhair remarks.

"Yep, name's Omega. I got in by a scholarship, and I got foster parents out of the deal as well." He explains.

"I'm Sunset Shimmer, this is my second year here so far. Are you sure you're only a first year? You kinda sound like those professors." She says, tailing him.

"Just because I'm younger, doesn't mean I'm immature. I've already figured out a light ball spell from the basic light and levitation spells. I'm fully capable of these combined spells, I just need to know what to look for." Omega clarifies, taking a seat and opening the book up.

"Can you show me?" Sunset asks, wanting to verify his claims.

Omega sets the book down, turning to face Sunset as he casts the light ball spell, making it appear as though he's bouncing the light ball between his hooves, before "throwing" it at her, making it appear to bounce off her horn before gently bouncing on the floor, then fizzling out. Omega turns back to his book, without saying another word.

Sunset looks at where the light ball just was, then back to Omega. She knew he clearly wasn't joking now, which only made her more curious. She also realized she was probably only going to get him annoyed at her if she kept talking right then, so she opts to go back to her own studies for now.

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The nice thing about having parents, is the potential for allowance. Of course, Omega has himself a new allowance of 100 bits at the moment, which would seem like a hefty amount to the common pony, but is practically pocket change in Canterlot's richer environment. Since he had some time to kill before it was time to go out with his foster parents, Omega decided to do some shopping. His first stop is a tailor shop, where he purchases some sewing needles. His next stop is a quill and ink shop, for some extra quills and ink. His next stop is a tool and hardware store, where he'd managed to acquire some tools. His final stop is a crafts shop, where he purchases various materials, including clear plastic sheets, some small tubing, and some additional items he planned to repurpose. After filling his bags with all of this, and with few bits leftover, he makes his way back home.

Once he places his bags into his room, his foster parents have him fitted in a tuxedo with a bow-tie. Once he's made presentable, they finally take him out for the evening. Of course, the real purpose behind it was to show him off amongst their classy friends, and to brag about how giving they are for taking him in. Omega plays along with this, not intent on upsetting his foster parents over anything petty. The droll conversations were what they were, this much Omega knew. This was all a farce, as he'd expected of his foster parents. A PR stunt, meant to improve their image greatly, especially with such a "prodigal child" under their care.

Upon returning home, Omega set to work on creating his "first invention" in this world. First, he draws up a diagram of it, to make the process look all the more convincing. Using his tools to cut, bend, and warp the individual plastic and metal components, he fills the smallest plastic tube with some of the ink from the new inkwell, levitating the ink into the tube without any trouble. All that's left is to assemble the components into the new creation; a pen. A few test clicks of it, along with some writing tests, the prototype pen works perfectly. Omega smiles at his work, knowing that this new product was bound to become a widespread thing due to its simplicity. Now all that was left to do was to present this to his foster parents to potentially get it on the market. That would have to wait until one of them was available next, but he didn't mind waiting. He quickly stashes the diagram and pen into his desk drawer, before heading off to sleep.

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Omega reads to himself in the school's library during recess again, noting the pair of equally silent fillies were doing the same again. "Seems I'm not the only antisocial one here. Although, they're alone together, so is that really alone? Doesn't matter, they're not bothering me."

Suddenly, the door to the library bursts open, as a thin, pale green colt with a grey mane and tail bolts inside, almost dropping his glasses as he tries to hide. Shortly after, a trio of larger colts barges in.

"Where are you, you little twerp!?" The supposed leader yells out.

After a minute of complete silence, the trio make their way over to Omega. "Hey, you. Did you see a little green twerp run in here?" The leader asks in a demanding tone.

"No, I haven't." Omega says, not looking away from his book. While he hadn't seen the other colt enter on account of his reading, he did know the one they're after is around.

One of the lackey colts closes Omega's book with a hoof, holding it down. "It's rude not to look at somepony when they're talking to you."

Omega turns around, glaring at the group. "It's also rude to close someone's book when they're reading it."

"Ohh, you some kind of though guy, you little runt?" The second lackey jeers.

"You've got some nerve!" The first lackey yells.

Omega levitates a single sewing needle out of his bag, in front of the three troublesome colts. "Do you know what this is?"

While they're distracted with the initial needle, Omega levitates three additional needles out of his bags, snaking them on the ground below each colt until the sharp ends are pointed at their rears.

"A needle. What are you gonna do, sew us some sweaters?" The ringleader sneers.

Omega pokes the three in their flanks simultaneously, causing them to yelp out in pain. "Far from it, I was just showing you how annoying three little pricks can be. Now scram, before I shove those needles up where the sun doesn't shine." He threatens.

The three spooked colts all run out the doors, the leader turning back for a moment. "This isn't the end of this you little freak!" He calls out before slamming the door shut.

Omega turns back to his book, opening it back up to the page he was at. Then, he feels a light tap on his withers. Omega turns to see the colt the trio was initially after.

"Th-thank you for saving me." The colt says nervously.

"Don't get the wrong idea, I didn't do it for your sake." Omega brushes it off, turning back to his book.

"I've never seen anypony stand up to those bullies like you did, even if you didn't stand up for me." The colt continues.

"They tried to pick a fight with me, I only ended it." Omega explains, turning a page.

"Oh, I almost forgot! I'm Bubbling Flask, what's your name?" The now dubbed Flask says, extending a hoof out.

"Bubbling Flask, eh? Might have a chemistry or alchemy related talent. He's also got some level of persistence to him... He could be useful." Omega thinks turning to Flask again. "I'm Omega, pleased to meet you, Flask." He says, shaking hooves with Flask.

"My first friend, I wonder... Perhaps I should befriend some of the other foals here, they could prove useful as well..." Omega thinks with a smile.