(Prologue Part Two)

“Eric... You need to wake up... Eric… Eric!” Eric jolted awake after hearing his name being shouted. He looked about recognizing the small break room he was in. The only difference was the scolding manager man that was giving him a death glare.

“Eric! this is the last time I catch you on break sleeping! One more incident like this and you’re out! I’m sick and tired of you not taking me seriously!” His manager scolded him before leaving the room.

“Yes Dave.” called back Eric.

Eric slowly leaned his back against the chair he fell asleep on. “Fuck me.” he said with a sigh. He really pissed off his boss now and he was gonna have to work extra hard during his last quarter to make it up.

Eric slowly looked at his phone that he realized was charging. “Come on man, I’m only five minutes off break.” He said mostly to himself.

Slowly he got his way up, and made his way towards the bathroom to freshen himself up. ‘Video games weren’t going to sell themselves’ says his boss every morning.

“Fuck.” He looked at himself in the mirror, and he still looks like shit before his nap. His thick brown hair had a patch of bed head while also looking a bit scruffy. The stubble of a beard showed itself slowly growing out. His work clothes had a few stains that were small enough to be not noticeable without a good eye. He’s tired blue eyes showed all the all nighter he did.

Quickly trying to freshen himself up as best as he can, he eventually made his way to the front of the store. “Eric!” He heard his boss call his name and he doubled his efforts quickly reaching him.

“Sorry sir, I’m ready for work.” He said, ready to get back to work.

“No Eric, I’ve decided that I’ve changed my mind. You have the rest of the day off, go and get some sleep.” His boss said, quickly dismissing him.

“What! Sir please, I simply fell asleep for a little bit.” Eric said, trying to protest.

“That’s what you said to me the first day!” His boss pointed out, then eventually letting out a sigh. “Listen Eric, I’ve let you get away with shit I have never allowed anyone to get away with. Don’t think I don’t know what goes on the back of the store.”

‘Fuck!’ Eric thought to himself. ‘He knows about the weed‘

Before Eric could say anything his boss continued. Eric, I like you. “You don’t give me sass when I give you orders. And the customers like you with your gaming knowledge. I could say usually you’re one of the best workers I've had… I could also say the worst… you fall asleep on your brakes and sometimes in the middle of the job. You’re smoking your pot in the back of my shop. And you ain’t getting your friends more discounts on those games.”

Eric grumbled to himself. “They ain’t my friends.”

“Doesn’t matter.” His boss interrupted it again. “The point is I’ve learned that no mound of punishment will make you care. Your limit starts tomorrow, I don’t want any more incidences that I have mentioned… now I want you to go back home get some rest and freshen up”

Eric stood there for a moment not saying a word with a blank stare. Finally he spoke. “Yeah, yeah that sounds fair.” And slowly he walked off not saying much else.

Quickly leaving the shop Eric made his way over a black motorcycle. He made his way to it and started setting it up. With the key inserted into the motorcycle he began to ride off.

Losing himself in thought he didn’t even noticed himself passing the city and started having a conversation with himself. “Fuck! what the hell am I gonna do now!” He furiously thought. “My boss is pissed at me and it’s all that fucking dickwads fault. I should’ve never trusted him in the first place.”

It took a little bit but eventually he made his way home... to a new problem.

“Of all the days, why did Angela come here.” Young adult woman sat on his porch with long black hair in a crooked smile plastered on her face.

He made his way into the driveway, and began to shut off his bike. The young woman made her way up to him, her smile never changing a second. Before she gets the chance to speak, Eric spoke. “What the fuck do you want now... Angela!” He sped out with pure venom.

“Oh, what’s wrong love…. Regretting the chance you missed with me.” She said in a teasing tone.

“No, not really, I love having the chance to have my own money.” He shot back at her.

“And yet, no matter what you do, that money ends to Tony” she said, not wavering.

“Have you come to brag about your boyfriend's dick again. I know how much you love measuring dicks inside of you…” he said slowly letting his hair cover his eyes.

“At least he put his dick in me, unlike you virgin boy.” Eric had enough and moved his way to the front door.

“And no!” continued Angela “I’m actually here on a business trip. You’re overdue.”

Eric stopped, seeing his hand inches away from his door. “Don’t think I don’t know that already, I’ve been nothing but overdue. If your dick of a boyfriend can lay off of me once in a while I might be able to pay it back fully.”

“Yes, but the regular deal isn’t cutting it anymore.” She said with a sinister smile.

“The regular deal.” Eric said angrily. “The regular deal was just about the money. “Then Tony added the discounted video games, The deliveries and pickups. Finally the fucking insurance tax he just add it on last month! And you’re telling me he’s adding more!”

“Actually it was my idea.” She said with that sinister smile. “Tony sees you as nothing more than useless meat. He’s got plenty of boys just like you… but even so even, he can see how hard-working you are. You’re better than some of his goons… but don’t take that as much of a compliment.” She finished with a laugh.

Eric took a step back in shock. “Forget it!” Eric shouted at the top of his lungs.” I’m not getting hired by the man you fucked! Why would I ever join you!”

Angela continued to laugh before answering. “Eric… did you think you had a choice…”

Eric stopped. Tony has an entire gang on his side. He couldn’t go to the authorities because the state that he lived in frowned heavily upon smoking marijuana. After all the shit he did, picking up, delivering, smoking, he could easily be sent in for life. And honestly he didn’t know who would get to him first. He did have his old fathers hunting rifle. Unfortunately he barely shot it. He ‘might’ be able to take down two, But Tony probably has over 100 guys.

Eric eventually made his way inside the house not saying another word.

“I’ll see you, Tomorrow!” Angela said in a singsong voice, Before Eric shut the door removing any sound. Slowly he could hear her move away and eventually saw her get in her car and leave.

He made his way to his kitchen, which was on ground level. Not wanting to make anything special, he simply made some ramen noodles. He made his way downstairs, to his gaming room. Slowly he set up the room, hearing the Xbox starting up become music to his ears.

He sat in his chair and waited for his profile pic to come up. “Fuck, tony and that bitch… and fuck my life.” He said sadly

He set in one of his favourite disks, ‘Fallout 4’. It had been one of his favourite games since it came out. This was his only way to escape his chaotic life. Wasting away downstairs playing video games and… weed.

Eric stared at a glass bottle that was known as a bong. The sessions he had with this thing has been some of the greatest moments of his life that he could remember. But it’s also causing him every single problem in his life. And all because he trusted Tony.

The bong stayed there on moving, the ashes of his last bowl still remained, and the water was dirty.

“Fuck it.” he said to himself grabbing it. I’m probably going to die soon anyways. Let me at least enjoy a little bit of the ride.

As his hand held the bong, he hesitated… “No, I can’t have bad thoughts. It will only ruin the trip”

(A few hours later)

Eric...

was….

gone…

Inside his gaming room he had closed the door, and began to hotbox it. It didn’t take long for the room to get and completely smoked. Eric sat there laughing at the screen. Preston Garvey was an important character to the game, and right now he was halfway in a wall, while speaking to him sideways. Eric was laughing hysterically to the point tears started to fall out of His eyes…

And then more tears...

Laughter became sobs…

Joy became sadness…

Eric sat there crying to himself…

Having decided to take up his father’s hunting rifle…

Eric had grabbed his fathers hunting rifle along with any ammunition he could find…

The situation had finally settled in…

Death was now his only option…

He refused to continue down the path his parents laid out to him...

And what led to their downfall…

Eric had finally decided that if he was going to die, he was going to do so, rejecting the gang's offer.

Tiredness consumed him as the effects of his weed wore off. He grabbed his father’s hunting rifle and pocketed the ammo. He grabbed his charging phone, wondering if he’ll need it early tomorrow morning… ‘if I make it that long.‘

He placed his hand over the guard, near the trigger of his fathers gun. He decided, tonight, if destiny wanted him dead so much, just take them right now. He placed the barrel of the gun underneath his chin. If his hand slipped, he would die a painless death… hopefully… if he didn’t… then destiny wants him to suffer a little bit longer.

In many ways, he saw this as a good thing… dying… his life has screwed him over more times than he can count… he wondered if he would see his mother and father again… he wondered if there would be nothing.

Finally he wished…

…

…

…

His hand slipped…

“Oh… How dreadful.” A magnificent creature of all kinds suddenly appeared in the room. He swooped in like a hero. Catching the finger that would’ve ended poor Eric‘s life, with its own Eagle like claw/ hand. “Do not worry my, dear boy” The creature said with a bit of a poor British accent as it spoke. “I, Sir, Discord! Shall gladly grant you your Wish!”

Even though he had shouted right beside Eric‘s ear, Eric didn’t budge a muscle.

Discord untangled himself in his own mess and began to look around in the smoky room. “My, you know how to make quite a mess. Don’t you.” He said while pinching Eric’s cheek. “Oh, You two will be perfect for each other. Ha ha. I’ll accept the thank you card later… now onto Business.” He said while walking around.

He looked at the screen, and then with a snap of his fingers. The game unpaused and began to reverse in every action Eric took.

After watching the video for what seemed like hours, but was really just a few seconds to discord. He finally had the last piece he needed to fulfil the Wish… now he had to get back before Celestia found out he’s out of his stone prison.

“I can’t wait to see the results!” He said cheerfully to himself before disappearing in a flash of light.

A second later and Eric would have the same light flash go through him.

Author's Note

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