Author's Note

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Chapter one: Four new roommates.

"No, Joe, for the last time, I won't cover up for you again. If I get one last write-up, I'm yesterday's toast!" Charlie looked at his coworker in mild annoyance or significance—depending on how you'd look. He worked at his office cubicle, processing data and crunching numbers for several banking systems and high-paying clients; he did not have a six-figure income, but certainly nothing shabby.

"Oh, come on, I swear it won't come back to bite you this time. I need this one tiny favor from you, man. Then, I'll be out of your hair, promise."

"That's what you said to me last time, man. The station manager said, one more complication, and I'm out of here." Charlie was trying to keep an eye on his work orders and pay attention to Joe simultaneously, which was arduous.

"Seriously, dude, I need help catching up on my assignments for an important client I'm managing. Can't you do something to at least help me?"

"It's not my fault you slack off too much when everybody else does their best for the company. And what I did before for you, every other time, made me late for a client, every single time. My service times go up, and I to get written up."

Joe was a very persistent coworker regarding things he wanted, and he never took no for an answer! This persistence would have been trite and impressive had he not used it to take advantage of his team members.

"My times will go up too, and it'll be your fault for not helping me! What do you have to say about that, Mr. Holier than thou?" Joe was one of those human beings that's easy to detest. Somebody who enjoys causing trouble for anyone else who doesn't like to do his work for him. The term lazy would have been generous if one were to try to describe him.

"You know what, Joe? At this point, I'm finished trying to reason with you. I've never seen such a less worthwhile person in my entire life. Whether you consider this a monumental achievement or a major insult is no concern. Now, please let me get back to my job. Thank you!"

'Oh, I'll make sure you regret this decision, Charlie.' Charlie had a deep gut feeling that something terrible would happen. "Fine, have it your way then. I suppose that's what you get for trying to be polite and ask nicely."

"Yeah, sure, that's nice, Joe. Now I need to get back to work." That horrible premonition of an unfortunate event was nagging away at Charlie. He just knew that Joe, being the snake he was, was up to something no good.

"Hey, bro, try not to worry too much about that Joe guy. One of these days, he will get what he has coming to him. He who lives by the sword dies by the sword, as they say." Richard, now there was a guy that nobody could hate. He always knew how to lighten the atmosphere, bring a smile to everyone's faces, and be a good, down-to-earth guy.

"Do you think he'll try something underhanded like he did with at least two other people whose actions have led to their termination?" Charlie was gingerly sipping on his coffee, chatting with Richard; he had to have been one of the only people at this tedious job whom Charlie could like and want to hang out with.

Everybody else was like a box of chocolates, and you could never really tell what to expect from them: happy and pleasant to your face, then bitter and vengeful behind your back. I suppose that's just the cruel mistress of life, tugging everyone by the strings, compelling them to do awful things to others.

"If you want the truth, I wouldn't put it past the son of a bitch." Richard had rarely been pissed off by anything, which was very difficult to do to him, and Joe has managed this feat several times.

"Then why is he even still here? If he's causing all this trouble to his team."

"The dude's a brown-noser, a kiss ass, and he'll do anything to beg for anything, a pathetic waste of life. Yet, he's a life all the same."

"Unfortunately so." The door opened, and Joe walked in, wearing an oddly cheerful look. Something wasn't right with him; he was up to something, and he approached Charlie and Rich--glorious.

"Hey everyone, what's going on here?" Joe walked in to greet them.

"Nothing much, just killing time until our next shift," Charlie replied, standing beside Richard.

"Yep, I'm doing the same thing as Charlie is. What can we do for you?"

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to check on a couple of my team players."

'Yeah, sure, check up on us. I'm certain that was your plan all along.'

"What's that look for, Charlie? You don't seem too happy to see me."

'Gee, I wonder why that is, Joe.' "No, it's not that I'm not happy to see you. I didn't expect to see you walk up to me specifically when there are eight other people here currently, not including Richard and myself."

"Now, could that be suspicion that I detect, Charlie?"

"Nah, I think you think about things too much."

"You sure about that?"

"Charlie said that there's nothing wrong, okay Joe!"

"Okay, then. I hope you two enjoy your break. I have some important stuff to wrap up. See you later."

"Yeah... sure thing, Joe." Joe saluted them as he left the Break Room, and the door closed shortly after.

"Yeah... Charlie, you might be in a bit of trouble here. What with Joe at work? Trouble always manages to pop up with him whenever he's around."

"So, what do you think I should do then? The manager hates my guts for reasons I'll never fathom, and Joe's got him wrapped around his finger, using him like a puppet."

"I honestly haven't a clue, but you better think of something quickly before Joe does something bad to you."

"I'll have to go and check out my cubicle station. Joe was heading in that direction. I know he's up to something bad."

"Don't we all? Well... godspeed, Charlie. Hopefully, you can get to your station before he does."

"Aye. And Rich, for what it's worth, if I do not, for whatever reason, make it out of this, I just wanted you to know that you're the only one here that I could honestly respect and enjoy hanging around. You're one of a kind, mate. Thank you."

"Not a problem, now get outta here before he does his business."

"Sure thing."

"Are you sure that this is going to work, Twilight?" Twilight was working on a machine capable of transporting matter across different dimensions. She was there with three other Alicorns like herself: a pink Alicorn named Cadence, a blue one named Luna, and a white one called Celestia.

"I'm positive that it will, Cadence. I've double-checked everything, so everything should be for safe travel. All we have to do is turn this dial to the specific location of our choice, a strange dimension called Earth."

"Well... okay then, Twi, so long as you've checked everything, I trust you!" Everyone entered the teleport pad, waiting for Twilight to set the coordinates on her dimension-bending machine. The location was selected for 'Planet Earth'. Twilight entered the teleport pad with the other princesses.

The machine whirred to life, creating a cascade of flashing colors and buzzing noises. It started to blow up, sending them into their chosen dimension. The device, however, was totaled, and wasn't going to send them back.

They fell through what appeared to be an endless harsh abyss of fast-moving energy, unable to control themselves as they were headed in one direction and one direction only. They screamed as the energy pulled their bodies, contorting and stretching them like a putty-like rubber until they reached their destination.

"Oh crap, I hope I'm not too late to my station... that snake had better not have done anything to my work computer... and the hard drive is missing, perfect. Yup, he's been here, messing around with my stuff again. Now, I'll have to go to my manager and ask him where it is. I know that this is a horrible idea. I can feel it in my bones."

Charlie had made it to his manager's office and knocked on the door, visibly shaken at his brazen yelling throughout the room he was in. The manager was always like this, even on his best days. It was just second nature to him. "H-hey, Mr. Mortimer, I have something that I need to discuss with you for a moment."

"What!?! What do you want? Can't you see that I'm busy right now?" He yelled at the top of his lungs, an activity commonplace within this establishment. "This had better be important, and you'd better have a good excuse as to why you're talking to me and not working at your cubical."

"That.. is an amusing story. I had left everything updated, turned off, and locked before I went on my coffee break. When I came back, my hard drive was missing. Why?"

"Well, how should I know why? It's your job to ensure you keep track of your equipment, not mine." This was usually his response to everything: the printer was empty and needed to be filled, and no paper was left to use. " Oh well, that should have already been done."

A part was missing and needed to be replaced. "Hey, it's your job to make sure that gets done." As for any arguments leading towards conflicts, "Nope, that's not my problem. Now deal with it and get back to work!"

Mortimer was seriously an apathetic piece of work, alright. He couldn't even be bothered to do his job, let alone monitor and track his employees. This was one of the biggest reasons Joe had always managed to get away with everything.

"But now, how am I going to do my required work, as per the contract I had signed with this company, under your authorization?"

"Oh well, that's not my problem." He gave a snide expression that said, 'You're busted.' "Now, as I recall, one of the clauses of your agreement was never to let your station get sabotaged, damaged, or tampered with in any capacity when not in use. Now, what would you call that, Mr. Charlie?"

"All of the above, sir!"

"Yes, you're not as dull as you look. I also recall warning you multiple times of complications similar to this, yes?"

Then, as if things couldn't get any worse, Joe walks in to talk with Mortimer, holding onto MY hard drive. "Hey Joe, that's my hard drive. I knew you were up to something shady!"

"What? No... I don't know what you're talking about, Charlie. Back me up, won't you, Morty!"

"It's Mortimer, Joe!"

"Right, right, excuse me. But what would I have gained by taking something that didn't belong to me? Hmm, Charlie?" This was also typical of Joe: compulsive lying mixed with feigning innocence and always playing his 'victim card' whenever and wherever possible. "Why would I try to take down my team players deliberately? That's not a very nice thing to do to anyone! Now is it, Mr. Holier than thou?"

"Mr. Mortimer, why do you regard this guy so highly? Enlighten me, please!"

"It's straightforward, Charlie. He does more work than anybody else here combined, and he honestly should be promoted to the employee of the month, not you."

"What! But, sir, I don't know what to say. You shouldn't have." Joe was wearing a fake smile and mocking humility.

"That's a lie, and you know it. You're just doing this because he kisses up to you, and you like that. You couldn't even be bothered to check what happens outside your office ninety-five percent of the time. That, and for reasons I'll never understand, you've always had it out for me since my first job here."

"Hey, Charlie! Watch it, or else your next destination will be the unemployment line. Do I make myself clear?"

"You know what. I've dealt with this for over three years now, never getting any benefits, pay raises, or any recognition for any of my work, of which I have done a lot, not that you would know anything about that. I am done with this! You do not need to fire me, and I quit this literal hellhole."

"And as for the both of you, do the rest of the unfortunate people and myself here a huge favor by taking a long walk over the steepest plateau you can find and never coming back from it! Good luck trying to find someone who'll work as much and as hard as I have or would do." This left Mortimer speechless for a while, and he never expected this from Charlie, the shyest pushover of the business.

"H-How dare.. you..."

"Do I need to repeat myself? I'll even go one step further by involving Human Resources; they will hear about this. And... for the cherry on top, I've also been recording everything that has happened since my first week. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-You're bluffing! I know you don't have all that evidence, and you're not smart enough!"

"You think so, eh?"

"Oh, dear... This doesn't affect me in any capacity, right Boss?"

"You shut the fuck up! I've had it with you especially, Joe! Everybody bloody hates you, and do you know why?" Joe was staying silent throughout this, actually feeling fear, the possible fear of termination. "It's because you make it your ultimate objective, every day, to use and backstab everybody, then you've got the gall to call us all 'team players.'"

"Okay, Charlie, you've made your point. I can give you a raise if you want it!"

"Oh, NOW, you want to give me a raise? Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. Goodbye. Your next destination may very well be the unemployment line, like mine. And you too, Joe."

"What!?! You can't be serious. What have I done to deserve that?" Yes, Joe seriously asked me this question.

"Everything! Now, good day, gentlemen!"

Once everything had been packed up, it was time to say my final goodbyes to this company and Richard. I pray blessings for him; he'll have to deal with these guys instead of me. Now, all that's left to do is to expose those two for what they've done over the three years I've known them. I walked back into the Break Room and saw Richard just about to leave. "Hey, man!"

"So it finally happened, didn't it?"

"Yes, it did, and I regret nothing. Because all my recorded evidence goes straight to HR, their worst nightmare."

"Damn... that's cold, coming from you. Well, they deserve what they're going to get."

"Yes, sir!"

"Goodbye, everybody!" Were they cheering for me? That was strange. They were all happy to see Joe and Mortimer finally get their desserts. I can't say I blame them for all the considerable trouble they've caused everyone. I then left and headed for the Human Resources Department.

Once I arrived there, the first person I wanted to see was the HR supervisor, who overshadowed everything within the company. Not much went in or out of that business without him knowing. "Hey there, Steve!"

"I heard about your little outburst. Would you mind telling me about your side before I pass judgment?"

"Hey Steve, just so you don't get the wrong idea, you're familiar with Mortimer and Joe, right?"

"I am, and I seemed to recall warning them about their antics, but because it's part of my job, I have to ask what happened."

"Have you ever dealt with them for over three years?"

"No... I have not!"

"Trust me, when you've had to deal with every single transgression from those two, being their metaphorical punching bag every single day working, I'd like to think that three years is enough, wouldn't you agree?"

"Three years... is just torture. I'll have a stern talk with them. I warned them of what would happen, and they did not listen. Thank you for bringing this to my attention."

"That's not a problem. Here's a copy of the evidence, too, in case you haven't received it yet."

"Thanks. I'll keep this for the records. This is all the evidence I need; disgusting is an understatement."

"Well then, I'll leave you to it then."

"And I would also like to speak with you if you wouldn't mind."

"Not at all! I'll go out and wait!"

"Thank you very much, Charlie.

Steve, Mortimer, and Joe all sat in Steve's office. They were very nervous because they knew what they were there for. "Alright, you two, you know why you're here?"

"Yes!" they both said in unison, heads tilted down in shame.

"How do you explain this, then?" Steve showed them the documented folder containing three years' worth of undeniable evidence against them, to which they both cringed at the sight of it. "This is very unacceptable and unprofessional behavior from you two, And I recall giving the both of you multiple admonishments for this!"

"W-Well, for all you know, those could have been easily fabricated, falsified, or forged together to eliminate us!"

"Yeah, What Mortimer said."

"Now, guys, I can guarantee that my folder is legitimate. Before I pass my judgment, what do you two have to say for yourselves?"

"We're sorry about what we did!" they both said together, making every last-ditch effort to grovel for mercy. Steve was not at all amused by their antics or their begging. He was done with them.

"That's what you both told me every time I addressed this issue. Now, I have run out of both mercy and patience. I'm afraid that I'll have to let you go."

"WHAT!?!" They both yelled out!

"Did I stutter? You two are through, done, fired. Get out of my office before you are escorted out by force."

"And I'll be watching to make sure that you do. I also have somebody outside who's waiting to meet with me."

"B-but y-you can't do this to us. We've done so much for this company, and you need us! Both myself and Joe over here!"

"Y-yes, p-please reconsider this decision. We promise to be better, honest!"

"No means no, and that's that! You two have had multiple chances to clean up your act, and you've blown every chance I gave you. Now move!"

Meanwhile, in the waiting lobby, Charlie patiently waited for Steve to be finished with Mortimer and Joe. Then he sees Steve's door opening and the three walking out. Mortimer and Joe had forlorn looks of defeat plastered over their faces until Mortimer looked up and saw me waving at them cheerfully. This made his blood boil because now he knew who to yell at, yours truly. "YOU! This is all your fault! You did this to us!"

"Well, hello there, Morty! Lovely day we're having, wouldn't you agree?" I knew this would piss him off, and I'm not sorry.

"IT'S MORTMIER, YOU INGRATE! MORT-I-MER, GET IT RIGHT!"

"Look at what you've done to us; I hope you're happy with yourself! Oh, who am I kidding? Of course, you are! Mr. Holier than thou!"

"Shut up, you two, and get out of here! Security, I may need some help with ol' Morty here! He's acting a bit belligerent!"

"Yeah! You tell them, Steve!"

"Don't encourage them, okay?"

"Right, excuse me, kinda hard not to after what they did to me."

"EXCUSE ME! AFTER WHAT WE DID TO YOU? YOU INSUFFERABLE, IRKSOME BRAT!"

"Yeah, you just completely ended both of our careers, and now you've got the gall to blame us for what you did!"

"I guess it was me after all, hehe... oopsie, daisy!" I told them, while mocking innocence, that their faces were priceless.

"RRAAGGHHH! I'M GONNA KILL THE SON OF A BITCH, I'LL KILL HIM!"

"No! No, you will not! You two have a date with the front door. Now, please vacate our premises!"

Security was pulling them to the front door, and Joe was more willing to leave than Mortimer was clinging onto the sides of the door's threshold, screaming at the top of his lungs, like he usually did. However, I gave him a legitimate reason to be angry this time instead of just being so. One good look at my snarky grin made the crazed man snap like a twig. You could swear that there was a bit of foam foaming at the mouth, his face red as an apple, veins bursting out of his facial contours, the complete, frothing angry works.

"YOU ASSHOLES WON'T GET RID OF ME THAT EASILY! YOU'RE ALL USELESS, COWARDLY, BACKSTABBING MOTHERFUCKERS! I HOPE THAT EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU IS IN THIS ROOM. HELL, THIS ENTIRE ESTABLISHMENT ALL ROT AND BURN IN THE DEEPEST, DARKEST, FILTHIEST PIT OF THE NINTH CIRCLE OF HELL!"

He was forced out of the front door, continuing to rage like the world's angriest rhino I've ever seen. The sight was beautiful. "Alright then, Charlie, now, if you would, I'd like to have a word with you!"

"Alright, then, Steve, not a problem." Charlie then followed Steve back into his office. They both sat down, and Steve looked calm.

"Oh, Charlie, you have no idea how badly I wanted to do that to them."

"I hear you. So, what does this have to do with me now? I'm not employed here anymore, if you couldn't tell."

"Is that how you'd wish to stay? I'm willing to offer you Mortimer's position if you want to take that."

"...What did you just say?"

"Take it or leave it. It's your choice, Charlie!" Steve was serious, and I would be the department's general manager when I quit. This was unexpected, that's for sure.

"Oh, w-well, yes, I'll take that; thank you, Steve!"

"Do you know why I feel you're ready for this position?"

"Not entirely, Steve. Why?"

"Because you were being polite, respectful, and honest with me. You had the willingness to address a problem that went on for far too long, more than it should have. And you did so professionally, and we need more of this in our company."

"I-I have no words aside from thanking you, sir!"

"Tomorrow, we'll have an introduction meeting regarding your newly acquired position. Congratulations on your accomplishment, Charlie."

"Woah... my head feels like it went three rounds in with an angry manticore. Hey Celestia, Luna, Cadence, you girls alright?"

"Yeah... oof, I'm fine, Twilight. My head hurts, but I'm fine otherwise, you Lulu?"

"Yes, sister, just a bad headache, you Cadence?"

"Yeah, girls, I'm a tough alicorn. I'll pull through!"

"My machine must have failed at the last moment before we could get out of it so I could reset its settings. Oh no, no, no, no, no." Twilight panicked as the four princesses arrived at their destination, inside somebody's house, much to their immediate confusion. It wasn't very long until they heard a car pulling in, which got their attention. Someone, presumably the one who lived here, approached their front door. Uh oh, this isn't good, girls!"

Charlie opened the front door, and in it came. He then closed his door and locked it, humming an upbeat tune. Then he turned around and saw the magical ponies looking at him, their eyes at a standstill. "What the..."

"Um... hi there, I'm Twilight Sparkle. These are my friends: Cadence, Luna, and Celestia!"

"I have to be imaging this, four sparkling horses..."

"Ponies, that's what we're. We came from a faraway land called Equestria."

Everyone except for Luna had bowed; Luna narrowed her eyes in mild suspicion. "And just who do you think you're locking us inside this room?"

"This room would be my home, and I should be asking why you four are even here."

"Oh, don't mind her... um, and you're?"

"Charlie, Charlie franks. Go on."

"Right then, Charlie. Luna can sometimes be a bit wary of new ponies. It's nothing personal, I assure you."

"Then why is she glaring at me as if I had just murdered a child?"

"You what!?!"

"Shh. Luna. He wasn't speaking literally. Just relax, and everything will be fine, okay?"

"Hmph! Fine, but don't expect a hug and a kiss from me, monkey boy."

"Hey! Monkey boy! For your information, pony, you're one of the last creatures I'd ever want to kiss from. You'd probably give me a disease or something." Now Luna was triggered. She approached Charlie with a look of aggravation.

"What did thous't say to me? You've got a lot of gall to compare me to a filthy rodent."

"I do, don't I? I get that from many people, and the attitude comes with my nature." They both butted their heads together, glaring static at one another.

"Is that a fact, Charlie? Okay then!" Luna then just gave a small peck on his right cheek, causing him to rub his cheek, and then a look of horror plastered his face.

"Aahhh! If I get anything from you after this, please help me..." Charlie tried to wipe away the kiss on his cheek, and Luna gave a mocking glare in return.

"Oh dear, we wouldn't want you to be catching your nothing. That would be such a tragedy, wouldn't it, ladies?"

"S-Shut up; I'm just warning you, that's all!"

"Oh, you're so terrifying after you've just been kissed upon your cheek like a little foal."

"What!?! Why I ought to."

"Enough, you two! Charlie, I hereby apologize for Luna's behavior. She tends to get antsy around others since we're in a completely foreign land--It's a work in progress." It seems Celestia was trying her best to diffuse the situation and doing an outstanding job of it. Luna and Charlie have quelled their ire for that moment, but Luna still glares at Charlie whenever possible.

"Well, girls, I'm getting exhausted. Um, Charlie, would it be okay if we stayed here for a while since we technically don't have a way to get back home?"

"And you said that your name was Twilight, yes?"

"Mhmm! A pleasure to meet you."

"Well, fine, but she needs to cool her jets, okay?"

"What was that, monkey boy?"

"You heard me! Either cool your jets or get out. It's your choice." Luna scoffed, swallowed her pride, and looked back at the Human with a look of defeat.

"Fine, I will."

"Hmm? You're being calm with me... that was unexpected. Well, thank you."

"Yeah... sure thing!"

"See, everypony can get along, and of course you... um."

"Human, I'm a human, not a monkey."

"Right then, a human. So then, where would we be sleeping then?"

"I've got guest rooms in my house if you'd like that."

"Ooh... it's like a hotel already. I love it, right, Twilight?"

"Yup, it sure is Cadence.

Charlie had then directed them down his hallway and towards his guest rooms. He had four guest rooms, including his room at the end of the hallway.

"I call dibs on the room filled with books!"

"Hey! Those books are valuable; be careful with them."

"You don't need to worry about that, Charlie. Twilight loves books, and if there's anypony that will take care of books, it'll be here."

"Ooh... I like the one with the pink walls, and I'll take this one; g'night, ladies!"

"Night, Cadence. And you, Luna?"

"I'll have the room with the dark blue walls, and I like the color blue."

"And I suppose I'll take the room with the yellow ones. Thank you for this, Charlie. It was very generous of you."

"Yeah, it's okay. Just get some sleep, guys, okay?"

"Yep! We certainly will. Good night, Charlie."

"Yeah... night, everybody." Charlie entered his room, went to bed, laid down, and instantly fell asleep from his hectic day. He was ready for the dawn of a new day to approach.