Sleep was one of the things Brave loved most. It was an escape, it was relaxation, it was everything needed to make it through a long day. He dreamt that he was a lone warrior in a field under a dark sky, surrounded by thousands of demons, his sword drawn, and ready to hack every last demon down. The real Brave grinned at the dream as he slept. He was ready to give Hades back to the–
buzzzz
Brave's eyes shot open, pupils slightly dilated. As he adjusted to the sudden light (his nichtophobia ket his bedroom light on as he slept) he looked around for the noise that awoke him. Hearing nothing, he was confused.
"Quaint. Could've sworn I heard something. Maybe it was my drea–" Brave's thinking aloud was interrupted by seeing a black spot rush around his light, buzzing along the way.
It was a fly.
A Celestia-damned fly.
Brave's pupils became the size of peas as he bolted out of the room with his sword, quickly shutting the door to keep the fly in. The fan was still running and the light was still on.
"Why did a fly have to penetrate my inner sanctum while Cookie was preparing a banquet for the princesses?" Brave whined to no one. "We could've taken this spawn of Tartarus down as a team!"
Brave trotted downstairs and paced around the kitchen, pondering what to do until he spotted the fly swatter on his wall. Grabbing it in his magic, he marched back upstairs, stopping at his door and preparing to enter his bedroom.
Opening the door, he started swatting at the air furiously to maybe get a chance to eliminate the fly without having to look at it.
snap!
Brave's furious swatting had a price: his fly swatter. He watched in horror as the swatter's net dropped to the ground. Weaponless, Brave quivered as he passed further into the bedroom, searching for the fly. He eventually saw it sitting on the windowsill, still as a statue. Brave, unconsciously remembering his name, held up his hoof, fire in his eyes. He brought it up for a karate chop.
"HAAAAH!!!" he screamed as he brought the chop down. Sadly for him, he not only missed the fly, but he also slammed his hoof on the sill. He screamed in agony as he clumsily galloped out of the room, clutching his hoof close and closing the door.
Outside, Brave pondered, still clutching his hoof. "I can face monsters several times my size with no problem, but the monster in there... It scares me," he said to the open air in front of him. Brave trotted downstairs to ponder his next move. He stopped pondering when he looked at his sword. He grinned devilishly.
"Hehehe... This'll smite that foul beast," he said, gripping the hilt in his black-colored magic aura. Before heading upstairs, he applied some black war paint to his cheeks whilst also putting on a headband. Game face on, he went upstairs to his bedroom. "Besides, who said swords don't make excellent fly swatters? Not me!"
Brave ducked behind his door, sword at the ready. This was no longer a game; it was war.
"RRRAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" was the war cry Brave screamed, bursting into the room and slashing madly, hitting nothing. He used his intellect and paused for a moment to listen for the fly.
buzzzz buzz buzzzz
Brave's eyes darted toward the light illuminating the room, where he spotted his objective. Channeling his energy into his sword, he slashed.
From the outside of the house, one would have seen a blade cut through the roof of the dwelling like a hot knife through butter.
Brave slashed everywhere the fly went as the latter dodged each swing skillfully. "Ancient steele, blazing fyre, feel the sacred blade!" he chanted to encourage himself. Brave's sword cut through whatever came in the blade's way. Minutes passed to no avail. Brave decided he'd had enough, and with the magic that wasn't holding the sword that continued to dance around the room where the fly went, he shot energy beams out, determined to vaporize the fly where it flew.
The destructive beam of magic traveled to the room's closet, above the bed, above the dresser, to finally the light.
Brave shot one more intense beam of energy.
The beam struck the fly head-on (whilst also annihilating the light above the broken room). Brave was sure this destroyed it as sweat dripped down his face.
Brave's face was dumbstruck as he saw the fly survived the onslaught. The fly buzzed around the room a bit more before permanently leaving the house through one of the many new exits Brave had carved.
"Yeah, you better run!" Brave yelled at the fly. Amazingly, the fly came back and insultingly buzzed around Brave's face for three seconds (as Brave swatted at it, screaming) and left for good. All Brave could do was shake his hoof at it.
Brave looked back at the bedroom, only now surveying the massive amount of damage as a look of horror crept onto his face.
"Uh-oh," he said, realizing what this meant. "Maybe she won't notice?" he asked himself as a piece of the roof fell onto the floor in front of him.
"I'm home!" Cookie called out. Hearing and seeing no one, she made her way upstairs, passing a clock that struck noon. She went into the bedroom, finding a practically sliced-apart shadow of a room... and her husband, Brave Soul, trying to fix it, bit by bit.
"WHAT?! HAPPENED?!" she yelled to the back of Brave's head.
The normally calm and collected Brave jumped at his wife's yell, turning around to face her. "Oh, h-hi, honey! Y-you're back early!" the brown pony replied.
"The banquet was moved to next week. What happened here, though?!" Cookie loudly replied.
"Uh, well, you see, there was a fly that got in here, and... Yeah." Brave replied sheepishly as sweat started to drizzle down his face.
Cookie's eyes grimaced as she got into a charging position. "You might wanna start running, love. Ten seconds."
Brave ran, knowing he was completely and utterly doomed.
Author's Note
Inspired by a rude awakening I had on March 21, 2018. Same kind of scenario.
Brave Soul belongs to me.
Cookie Crumbles (Brave's wife) belongs to Cookie Crumbles.
