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The Day Before The First Day (Episode 0)

It was about 8:30 when the bus ferrying people from out of the city finally reached its destination and released its passengers. As the bus pulled away, and the sun began to set, joy seemed to vanish from Roze’s face. Roze Gunn was a somewhat tall man with red hair and red eyes with glasses. He wore a black jacket with red accents on it, a red t-shirt, a pair of black and red fingerless gloves, and plain black trousers. Roze was recently accepted into Canterlot High, the high-school of the renowned capital of Equestria: Canterlot, for his seniour year of high-school education. He wasn’t new to this city, not by any means, but he certainly never had any experience with either the school he would now attend, or the students who also attended.

Roze now stood across the street from the apartment complex in which he would now reside. He stood staring at the beautiful blue roof, the elegant curtained windows, and the grass that glowed in the sunlight with a verdant radiance. All of these promises, however, vanished as he lowered the pamphlet, and its photo, to reveal the chipped paint that covered the roof, and the cars that obscured what would otherwise be a scenic view of the half dead grass.

It had been about a year since he had worked out the renting deal with the previous landlord of this apartment building. ”It certainly looked prettier last time...” Roze thought before making his way across the street. When Roze walked in, he realised that the landlord he would be speaking to this time was different from the one he previously talked to the year before. The landlord wore a suit, but he had not taken care to avoid eating anything that could messy it, like the yellow substance which now stained a lower portion of his coattail. His portly figure bore witness to his insatiable love for the pleasantries of the table, and he had a bit of balding at the top of his head that marked his age to a generation above his uncanny valley-esque facial complexion. The landlord greeted Roze then reminded Roze of the core rules; no pets, no parties, no getting on his bad side. Unlike what was usual, Roze hadn’t made any contracts or anything of the sort, and the rent was prepaid each month.

Roze ascended to his room, room 137, and entered to find a bare room, save for a bed and some obligatory curtains, more for the outside than for the inside. There was a hole in the wall, presumably from a prior water leak, and the carpet next to the wall was covered in pebbles and dust from what was removed from the wall. The room was bleak and depressing compared to the elegance and promise Canterlot held in its advertised image, and once again, Roze felt no source of hope from what was introduced to him as 'the life of the royals.'

“Home, sweet home, I presume?” Roze commented as he put his suitcases on the bed. “’I’ll make sure you get a good room, soldier!’Yeah right... The next time I see that smug, blue haired, tight ass, ash for brains...” he grumbled then sighed sullenly as he looked for a bedside table, which he couldn’t find. He then left and asked the landlord for one, and found out the room was in that state because a pipe leak had, in fact, occurred last week, and the workers hadn’t yet replaced the wall. More accurately, the landlord had fired them due to his short temper, Roze speculated. The furniture, as a result, was removed, and only the bed was later moved back in for the new resident. Roze had to acquire a table himself, as the landlord was 'too busy,' and brought it back to his room. When Roze got back, he dragged the table beside the bed, as per its sole reason and title for existence, and was about to open his suitcase to organise his belongings when he heard a knock at the door. Perplexed, Roze went and opened the door, and as he did, a dark and light blue haired woman who wore a white hoodie; purple shades; red shirt; white, fingerless gloves; and white shorts walked right in, not even awaiting a greeting.

“All right! So this is your place, new kid? We looked all afternoon!” She said nearly loud enough to distract Roze from the other visitour, who cheerfully followed the other.

“Hold on, who are-” Roze began to shout before noticing the other guest was holding out a treat for her host. As Roze stared at her cute, patient smile, he couldn’t help but notice her bright blonde hair and her golden eyes, one of which was looking up, instead of towards Roze. The smile she wore was of one of the friendliest sort Roze had ever seen. The adorable one wore a simple grey sweater and dark grey trousers. After a brief moment of confusion, Roze took the what he just realised was a muffin out of her hand and she bounced happily towards the bed and sat down. “Who are you two?” Roze finally managed to get out, lacking the surprise and anger from his prior attempt.

“We’re your schoolmates, and we decided to give you a big, hearty welcome, you being from outta town and all. Don’t worry about it, you don’t have to thank me.” said the first intruder with a smug grin, eliciting a frown from Roze.

Roze took his time to warily watch every movement of the sudden intruders. The punkster walked to the window, and then started to lazily walk from one location in the room to the next. The other merely smiled and happily swung her legs back and forth while she, as opposed to her accomplice, was merely contented to sit on the simple mattress.

“I meant your names... And how did you get in here? I’m not supposed to have guests tonight.” Roze replied, already exasperated with the noisy guest.

“My name’s Vinyl, and thi~~is is Derpy!” the punkster said, flopping down next to Derpy. ”Derpy? What an odd name...” Roze thought, not daring to say that aloud. “As for how we got in here...” Vinyl pushed her hands into Derpy’s cheeks, squishing Derpy’s face, and continued, “Who can say no to her?”

Roze’s eyes quickly darted down to the now half eaten muffin and back up. “OK, I see your point.” he begrudgingly conceded. “So, this barging into people’s rooms thing, does that happen a lot around here?”

“Pretty much.” Derpy replied. Her adorable voice somewhat startled Roze as he realised she hadn’t yet spoken. Her voice, unlike the harsh scratch of the loud one’s voice, was an adorable and charming squeak that disarmed any ill-prejudices that Roze held in that moment. “We thought we’d get here before Lyra decided to welcome you.” Derpy continued, finally shrugging off the persistent squish assailant.

“Well, alright, just no parties, pets, or... I’d say loud noises, but I can already tell that that’s a reach for you. Look, I just don’t want to get kicked out on the first day.” Roze joked, somewhat relaxing to his intruders and putting his left hand in his pocket. Then he remembered that they were still technically intruders and unsettled once again. ”Wait, why are they here? Welcome me? One hell of a job so far...” Roze pondered.

“All right... I’ll have to remind her...” Vinyl said disinterestedly. “WAIT!” she then yelled, startling the other two, “You never told us your name.”

“Yeah, a~~~and...?” Roze said while raising an eyebrow, still annoyed at his ‘guest’s’ audacity.

Vinyl merely gave him a look of utter irritation, “A~~~and... What is it?” she asked assertively.

Roze sighed, then answered, “My name is Roze, Roze Gunn.”

Despite their... prolonged introduction, the three found little topics to follow up with. The moments after passed tediously as Vinyl invited Roze to various ‘locations of welcoming.’ Roze, of course, denied all of them.

“Wanna go to the club?” Vinyl asked.

“No.” replied Roze.

“The mall?” Vinyl asked.

“No.” replied Roze.

“The bakery?” Vinyl asked.

“No.” replied Roze.

“To school...?” Vinyl asked.

“No. Not really...” replied Roze, this time with a slump and a sigh.

As a consequence, there was silence for a few moments as topics became short in supply. With no conversation now to provide a distraction, Roze looked down at the now two half eaten muffin.

After a briefly silent moment of trying to think of a topic, Derpy spoke up, “It’s a little late, V, maybe we should go...”

Vinyl gave a throaty grunt to the request and tried to coerce her friend into staying. “But, this wasn’t really much of a welcome! I mean, C’mon! We didn’t talk about the city or the school-”

“THE SCHOOL!” Derpy suddenly shouted, interrupting her friend and taking her turn once again in startling Roze. Derpy bounced up off the bed, skipped towards Roze, and bowed toward him, “How about tomorrow we show you around school? You are new.” Derpy proposed, which both proposees then nodded to. Roze then looked over to Vinyl, who was now opening one of his suitcases.

“HEY! Get outta there, damn it!” Roze shouted to the nosy newcomer. ”Wait, aren’t I the newcomer...? So~o... Native?” Roze thought before snapping back to reality and running over to save his privacy. As soon Vinyl had removed an object she deemed of interest, she only had a moment to observe it as Roze instantly snatched it away from the thoughtless thief.

“Is that a picture of your family?” the snoopy sneak inquired about the object she removed, “There are so many relatives!”

“Actually, no. Only one of them is: my sister.” Roze said with audible disdain, “This one is my sister,” he said pointing to a raven haired woman in a long, dark olive coloured jacket; an olive coloured military vest that ended at the midriff; a pair of dark moss green convertible trousers; and a pair of black combat boots. “These three are adopted as my sisters,” he said then pointing to three colourfully and gaudy styled girls next to him and his sister, best described as pop-star punk in genre, within the photo. “And the other four- the guy, girls, and old lady- are the family that took care of me and my sister after our uncle died...” Roze finished, his voice lowering and his face now losing the life it had a moment before as he focused on the photo in his hand.

“Oh...” Vinyl said in a meek attempt at a response. “Wh-What about your parents?” she asked, instantly cringing at her mistake. Roze just turned and then gently put his picture back in his case and closed the lid. Vinyl took the hint and stopped pressing him on the topic, choosing instead to remain silent, for once.

“...It’s getting kinda late...” Derpy repeated, noticing the sudden dour turn in the conversation and urging her fellow intruder to follow her out.

“Yeah, I should get ready for my first day. Where should I meet you tomorrow?” Roze followed up in a half-hearted tone.

“At the cafeteria, I hang out there every morning.” Vinyl responded. Roze nodded, moved over to the door, and got ready to open it for his surprise guests.

With the plans of the following day agreed upon by the three, Vinyl and Derpy bid their farewells and left. Roze then wandered to his bed and opened his suitcase to organise his things. He placed his photo on the bedside table, along with a set of medals held in a small medal presentation case. He went through and organised the textbooks he had for his school classes, which included: Introductory Magistics, Mathematics, Advanced Alchemy, English, Economics, and Cauldrons/Calligraphy; and put them into his backpack. Roze then decided to relax a moment to process the weird and sudden events that had transpired and the, no doubt, weirder ones that awaited him henceforth. As he leaned against the wall, taking one final sigh for the afternoon, he looked down at the yet to be eaten muffin in his hand.

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Wait... What...