Author's Note
Inspired by this plus Valentines day and Prom night
Only chapter
Looking outside the box of comfort zone seen always deemed unnecessary to begin with, except with monsters attacking the town or realizing that I ate the last of the rotting apples that I vainly tried to persevere it's quality, not that I care for it anymore.
I don't want to contradict this but the world seemed to better when we can just let blanket fall on Equestria and let it stay that way so I can finally rest because I am always Oh so tired. So I can finally get some rest away from the fortissimo forming on the Phonograph that one DJ in town keeps in her/his hooves most of the times.
And also it's Hearts and Hooves day, while the music blasted outside was louder than my unexplained-boombox, I can still hear my own heartbeat if I listen close enough. All those bliss must be amazing to feel. While I'm subjected to sleepiness, no drive, no bed to sleep. just the floor and the cold against my overused jacked.
Blinking I slowly trotted towards the stool and adjusted the boombox, my beanie falling over my eyes a bit while nodding off, I placed the blasted thing to the right against the wall and looked down on the table on contemplating of how to quickly get fit or something else. I could always use the obvious option but I forgot to buy a jumping rope to begin with but these hooves are not for tying and the Applejack fellow seems to know what she's doing.
Maybe I- No, it's too expensive since I was fired on the spot for lying for having a cutiemark on cooking. Maybe an carpenter? probably since the 3rd leg is mismatched to it's height. Buck, my option is limited here. I turn to the boombox and turned up the music to produce a bit louder than usual as I muse on how to set up a life to trick everypony .
How should I- *Crash*
"Hi Nonny~!"
Oh hay no! Shoot! How did she get here, Howw! did she able to sneak outside of my hoody. Why is she so close to me, Oh no! Do I Stink? Is that frosting? She smells nice. What does she want now!
"Pin-*cack!*" *cack!**cack!* A violent coughing cut me off as I backed away from her and leave, The hacking continued as I covered my mouth with my clothed limb, I recognize this explosive dry cough I forgot to drink some water.
Blinking away my tears from the painful cough, I leap out of the stool to the weary out barrel of water and to drink, Unfortunately.
"Hello~! Are you alright you looked like Maud if she wore those -except of course she's not so sad all the time- but we can have a SweatShirt partay!" She referred to my attire, but she was blocking my path. I looked at behind her and in doing so my throat was tickled and triggered anothe- *cack!*
I know that she's trying to cheer me but all she knows of me is myself and my garb, You can't just stride around that you knew everypony Pinkie.
Pinkie made a face and hop around the tightly spaced house of mine and actually bumb the boombox to the floor, thankfully no electronics were spilled but she's going to make a lot noise inside so she has to go before I drink water.
I readied my hooves to push her out but she ducked and sparkled interest on my table. Well more a for the stool.
"Ohhh~ Did you built this chair with your bare Bears?! They looked like it was made from hands Nonny!" She eccentrically twist her body and like a pogo stick, touched the ceiling with curiosity of my horrible terrible living conditions.
"Pin-" I tried to speak out but I realized that my room was a dusty and arid climate, meaning that I can't properly speak unless I moisturize my throat. I looked at Pinkie for her difference and tried to slide across her but predictably she tries to initiate with me.
"C'mon! Let me show you how wonderful it is outside!" Pinkie hopped over to me but instead she underestimated her size and my shack, because she smacked herself in the head hard by a taped hammer.
"Ow Ow OW!" Pinkie placed her hoof on her head to lessen her pain, And also I forgot about the hammer being taped in the wall it was supposed to serve a purpose. Mostly-
"Nonny! My head is bumping" She whirled to face me and exaggerate her head "See!"
As I can see she's not lying, I examined to see her bump swelling from hitting the face of the hammer and luckily no blood vessels ruptured and under her swelled from a frontal intrusion. Cartoonishly she caressed at the bump like it never hurt her at the first place.
Again I retried my effort to go drink a water barrel but she tried again to spark my interest like it's her duty or something I don't care, all that earned her was a stare from me and only me that can pass that judgement.
She's waiting for me to break, to want me to talk but I'll only disappoint her and the other ponies that I once called my friends that are all distant to me now. Great, another failure of character that I am.
With reviewed vigor to push her out of my shack, I abruptly placed my forelimbs on her rump and kicked her out of my house. Closing the door and my back on the door, I rethinked of what happen in these past seconds
It was all 'on the spur of the moment' for Pinkie, But what if...maybe it's better to drink up to get the nagging thoughts out of my chest.
It's obvious that Pinkie is out of my only house but there is that feeling of light that comes out every time in a opportunity.
