I wake up, and start to freak out before realizeing where I was. Guess it wasn’t a dream. I don’t know if I should be releaved or terrified. This was apparently a peaceful land full of mythical creatures, and yet all of it was unknown. Should I be exited to share lessons with a new race whale living in peace? Didn’t really leave anyone behind, did much I could regret. Revenge on the Courier, and his words to me in the end have made me open my eyes to how I wasted my life. I could have been off, trying to end atrocities like the Divide, but instead I hunted one man, a man that overall should be congratulated
for all he’s done. Maybe I was put here as a second chance, to help those around me.

As I ponder over this, i start my daily routine. Gun, loaded, time, 8:05, day, must be a Tuesday, vitals, good to go. I decide to go downstairs, see if anyone else is an early riser. Finding no one, I decide to show good spirit, and find the kitchen. Most wouldn’t think so, but I make a killer Deathclaw Omlitte. I find what look like tiny Deathclaw eggs, and use them.

As I start finishing up, I hear the pitter patter of claws on wood behind me. Taking a shot in the dark I say, “Hello Spike.”

I hear the sound stop as Spike, apparently surprised, responds “Hey there Ulysses! How’d you see me?”

“I could hear your feet on the floor as you walked. I have probably the best hearing of anything in the Mojave.”

“That’s pretty cool. So, you know how to cook?”

“Most wouldn’t think so, but yes, I can cook. Right now I’m making a Deathclaw ommilite.”

“Deathclaw?” Spike asks, confused, “What’s that?”

“One of the deadliest things ever. Eight feet tall, very thick hides, and claws long as machetes.”

Doubting me, Spike says,”That sounds like something out of a comic.”

“I have scars to prove it, if you want. Now, you mention comics, are you a fan?”

“Yeah, do they have comics in your world too?”

“Yes, I was forced to learn about them from a caravan I was on once.”

Me and him then started talking about different hero’s, until Twilight finally woke up to eat.

As I mention the Flash, Spike counters with, “Come on, Fili-Second could run through time! She has to be faster!”

I counter with, “Nope, your Fili-Second can run through time, but Flash can run through dimensions.”

This is what Twilight wakes up to. She decides to come downstairs then, “Hey there boys! Have a good morning of bonding?”

We both simultaneously turn to her and say, “Too, you long enough sleepyhead.” Then we turn to eatchother, Spike says, “Thats creepy.” Meanwhile I say, “It was destined to be!”

Twilight interrupts our exchange to say, “Well Spike, what have you made for us?”

Spike turns to her and says, “Oh no, this wasn’t me, you have Ulysses here to thank!”

“You can cook Ulysses?”

“Yep, I hope you enjoy.” I say, handing out the plates.
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“Wow, that was good!” Spike says after we’re done. Then,out of no where, he belched and out of the fire came a letter. Twilight took this, opened it, and read.

Dear Twilight Sparkle,

I am sure you know of the upcoming Grand Gallaping Gala, and I find this to be the perfect time to give you some tickets for it. There are 4 tickets in here, one for Spike, one for Ulysses, one for you. I trust that you will find out who the fourth goes too.

With care, Princess Celestia.

“Well,” Twilight says, “ I would love to ask you more questions Ulysses, but I promised Applejack to help. Hopefully these tickets won’t interfere with today, see you later boys!” Twilight then walks out the door.

I turn to Spike, “So, want to talk history?”

“Sure.”
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Me and Spike discussed history until one of us got hungry. Spike turns to me, out of his comic book and says, “I’m hungry, let’s go eat at Sugercube Corner.”

I look at my Pip-Boy. 12:30, “Sure, I could use some food.”

So we walk on down to Sugercube Corner, where ever that was. As we reached a Gingerbread looking house, I saw outside a pink blur singing around Twilight, about some Gala and how it was the biggest party ever. I calmly walked up to them, and when the pink blur stopped and became Pinkie I calmly said to her, “I do not think that word means what you think it means.”

She turned to me, “What do you mean?”

“Well, a gala usually implies a fancy party, I.e, one that you would not like. To you it would be boaring and snobbish.”

Pinkie processed this for a moment, “Well, you never know id you don’t go!”

Then, a certain high class voice apparently spotted the tickets Twilight was holding, and went on a rant about how she should have them to find a prince.

Just like Pinkie, I decide to tear into their argument, “Rarity, you know what this party is like at least, unlike Pinkie.” In the background I could hear someone yell “Hey!” But I continued, “But here’s the thing Rarity, do you know what this prince you talk about is like?”

“No, but he’s a prince, he must be fine mannered.”

“Wrong, right there, that is wrong. Everyone thinks the same about the Ultra Lux, that they must be perfectly clean because of their high class establishment.”

“And what were they?” Rarity askes.

“Cannibles, that what, they ate other humans so their Gormad would be popular.”

Rarity looks like she almost faints from this,”Oh, that’s positivity barbaric! But that’s your world, not ours. It ha to be different.” As she says this, a white rabbit picks up the ticket, and brings it over to a yellow pony standing away from the others.

I identify her as Fluttershy, and she starts to go off about how she could see the animals and plants in the garden, if Twilight didn’t choose someone else.

Turning to Twilight i say, “See, now she is who I would give the ticket to.” At this Fluttershy starts blushing and hiding behinder her hair. The others put out sounds of shock, “ Really, she seems to be the only one here who isn’t a bitch about someone else getting a ticket.” They all gasp at my curse.

Then, I turn to Spike and say, “Well, let’s eat.”

We go inside the gingerbread house, that was apparently Sugercube Corner, and got some muffins to eat. Before we finish, it starts raining outside, and as we prepare to run back to Twilights house I turn to Spike, “Let me carry you, it will be faster and I will get less wet.”

“Okay, seems like a good idea.”

And so we left, me giving a ride to a dragon. Where had my normal life gone? We manage to get back to the tree house not absolutely soaked. And as we walk in, we find Fluttershy leading her animals around with her voice to clean up. “Hello Ulysses and Spike, you want to pitch in?” She askes.

Me and Spike exchange a look, having a mental conversation It’s probably for the tickets Spike thinks to me.

Yeah, but I like her better than the others. She is helping us as well with this.

So, we both break the conversation and awnser, “Yeah sure, we’d be glad to help.”

“Wonderful!” She responds. And so we did help, and managed to get the place clean. Somehow Spike spilt glitter everywhere, so it was almost carttonishly sparkly clean. We were just finishing by the time Twilight proofed into existence, startaling all off us.

“I have had enough! Everyone is going crazy over these tickets! I’ve been chased around all day by people doing favors, and now I find you two help with another! How did she convince you, huh? Did she tell you this was all for my good huh?! Let me guess, the others tried to do this-“ Twilight started ranting too much, seeing this I did the only lodgical thing. I slapped her to snap her out of it.

“Twilight! Calm down! Me and Spike here weren’t ‘convinced’ by Fluttershy, we helped because we could. Now, there are two options, get rid of the tickets, or give them to someone! These are not good for you.” This seems to get her mind on straight.

“Y’know” Twilight says, “I could just ask the princess for more.”

“Yes,” I say, “do that.”

And she did as I suggested, gathered her friends and gave them all a new ticket she received from Celestia.

Maybe I am going to be good here...

Author's Note

Sorry for long waits and typos, tablets are hard to write on.