Lets Sit on: OC's Are Magic

by loopertooper

Rating: everyone
Tags: Main 6, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Romance, Slice of Life
Length: 2398

A sitcom version of my other story OC's are Magic

A sitcom spin off of my previous story OC's are Magic. Following brothers Hyperactive and Over Critical as they live their lives in Ponyville. Still accepting OCs for both stories, see previous blogs or descriptions on OC's are Magic for details. Some language.

Published 2012-09-12 03:14:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-09-12 03:14:02 UTC

Chapter 1

“Hey, get up Critical!” A cyan pegasus yelled at the sleeping unicorn. “You don’t test pillows, you are a critic. SOOOOO…GETTT UPPPPP!!!!” The pegasus kept yelling louder and louder until the unicorn stood from his slumber. The pegasus smiled as the victim of his “helpful” wake-up-call moved away from his bed. The pegasus is named Hyperactive, an outrageous fellow who has a comedy and tragedy mask with speed lines for a cutie mark. His mane and tail are dark blue and green, also he accommodates a purple vest and a pair of red sunglasses with a dark blue goatee. His job is an actor at the Ponyville Theatrics Association. He is brothers with Over Critical, a posh grey unicorn whose job is to review old pony movies and games. His mane and tail are black and white as he accommodates a pair of black reading glasses and a black beret with his grey goatee. His cutie mark is a pony in the thinker position. The two brothers live in the same house in Ponyville.

“You…task me Hyper.” Critical drowsily uttered his insult to his overzealous brother. “What time is it anyway?” Critical still hobbled on his hooves towards the bathroom.

“It is already 11. And you have a review to do don’t you?” Hyper’s answer was showing a hint of concern for his brother’s sleep schedule. Unlike Hyper, Critical could sleep for days if given the opportunity while Hyper will always wake up early. The brother’s complement each other’s lifestyles. While complimenting each other doesn’t happen as often. “Whatever, breakfast is done and waiting for you once you’re ready. We will meet up for late lunch, bring Rarity if you want.” Hyper winked to the closed door, but Critical could feel the wink through the wood. “2 is good for me, how ‘bout you?” Critical moaned in agreement to Hyper’s invitation. With that Hyper was off to the theater.

“One day, I will sleep.” Critical vowed that even though he knew he would never get the sleep he desired so. But he knew he had work to do and groceries to buy. With these driving forces, Critical finished his morning routine and went off to the market.

In the market, Critical saw all the venders that filled the streets of the market plaza. All the ponies worked hard to keep their venders up and running to pay for all the expenses in life. Critical held a list floating in the air using his magic. The list was made by the two brothers the night before when they were preparing for the next day. The two take turns going shopping and today it was Critical’s. The first item on the list was apples, and where else would Critical buy apples then from the apple family.

“Now where are they today?” Critical scanned the venders and couldn’t see the famous apple farmers.

“Hmm apples, you want to go over that way, darling.” The sweet, regal voice sang into Crit’s ears. He knew instantly that it was none other than his fiancée, Rarity. Critical turned and embraced the white unicorn that he loved so dearly. Their wedding was only a month away, and he couldn’t be happier. “Big Mac is injured, so he is running the stand today while Applejack works on the field. Applebloom was “helping” Big Mac, but once we got there, he asked that we take her off his hooves.”

“Wait, we?” Critical looked behind the unicorn to see none other than Sweetiebelle and Applebloom playing. Rarity turned and changed her facial expression from happy to a stern look of authority.

“Sweetiebelle, I said you could come with me if you helped.” Sweetiebelle looked down and trotted over sadly, followed by Applebloom who looked as if she has been yelled at too. Once Sweetiebelle reached her dear sister, she finally noticed Critical standing there.

“Big Brother!” Sweetiebelle jumped and embraced her sister’s fiancé.

“Soon, Sweetiebelle, soon I will be your brother.” Critical smiled. Then Critical remembered that he had shopping to do. “Sorry, but I must finish shopping, would you three care to join?” Rarity nodded while Sweetiebelle and Applebloom shook their heads. They only wanted to play, but Rarity took the authority and decided for them. Then she grabbed Critical’s arm and the group of four was off to shop.

Finally, the group reached the apple stand where Big Mac was working and greeted the large, red stallion.

“She tired you out?” Big Mac looked towards Rarity who polite fully shook her head.

“Nope Critical needs to buy some apples.” Rarity explained.

“BUY SOME APPLES!” Applebloom ran next to her brother and shouted towards Critical.

“I planned on it.” Critical cracked a smile and paid for the apples. Big Mac thanked Crit and pushed Applebloom towards Rarity. The group then moved on to the next stores that had the items that Critical needed to acquire.

“ACTION!” A unicorn with a scene marker as a cutie mark yelled.

“But why, why dost thou forsake me?” Hyper plays the role as though it were his life.

“WHY, you ask why I forsake you? You betrayed me you trickster! May Discord take you away in the night to a place of terror and fear, where you belong, demon! Get out of my sight!” A unicorn with an aquamarine coat spoke to Hyper in scene.

“Dost thou truly wish me to go, to be taken by the demon Discord and taken to a land of terror and fear. Dost thou’s heat speakth that to me. For I shall do anything for you, for I am in love with you, and I will heed whatsoever you say as a command and never shall I falter from my path of love. For one day, you know this to be true, that your heart will cry for me and I will never return. Then your heart will cry and cry and it shall never be consoled. So I ask again, dost thou heart ask me to leave, or dost thou mind want me to leave?” Silence takes the other pony as the scene brightens as the emotions ooze from the actors.

“No, my heart cries now for you to stay, but I trust my mind more than my heart for my heart has cried for other stallions, but it was consoled by the loss, my mind has never failed me before. Thou ruin my mind, thou confuses its perfect course and deludes my mind to believe my heart. Dost thou enjoy my pain and confusion, for the pain is greater than all the other pains of loss I have felt before. So my heart beckons, but my mind alludes that you are the poison that curses my brilliance. My thoughts go to you and away from my normal thoughts. So my heart will forget and it will survive, but with you my mind will die. My mind is my key to life; my heart is my chain and ball. Recently you have become the second chain and ball, attached so tight to my hooves, weighing down on my soul and body. The only way to release the weight is to forget and move on.”

“NO! The weights you speakth of are the pains of rejected love. You reject my love and reject your own. Dost thou hate me or dost thou love me ring in your mind, your omniscient mind of which you praise over your heart. Stop thinking and let you mind, that omniscient being that you praise, let it die and be reborn with a part of love. Thou degrade love and thou don’t accept. I was a thief, but you were the true thief. You stole happiness from yourself and punish your heart for thinking of love. Why, I ask, dost thou not listen to the trees and the birds and they sweetly beckon to the serenity of the world. You, princess, you forsake the most important factor of life, love.”

“Love is for the weak and the lost; the thought of love burns their minds and plagues their thoughts. But they dance in the drunkenness of love’s cold ice. Love is nothing more than the enemy of the brilliant. Great thinkers before me didn’t need a lover or love’s cold, dead hands. Love should be eradicated, love should be dominated!”

“But without love those great thinkers before you wouldn’t have lived! Love brings people into this world; we should die with love, not forsaking it. Dost thou forsake thou’s mother and father? Dost thou forsake their love that brought thou into this beautiful, tranquil world? Dost thou take the life of the animals as the frolic in love? Dost thou forsake her lover’s? Dost thou-“

“Enough of your dribble, thief! Stop your contamination at once! Every word is another knife plunged into my heart and another arrow into my mind. Their pain is mine and you add to my pain with every word. I say again, leave my sight and let the dark ruler of chaos tear you limb from limb and burn you! Let your love be your downfall, thief! You steal my minds thoughts and give me weak thoughts of you and of love’s cursed hand. The great thinkers before me would melt in place and burn if I, their protégé, fell for the greatest illness of all, love. The stallions of war, do they think of love? No they think of victory and the blood of their opponents rushing down the tide of war! Your love, your deadly wife, eats your power and rots your mind, leaving only her and your diminishing existence!”

“You are wrong, great thinking princess. The stallions of war think of their lovers whilst in battle and use their mares as the reason to fight. A reason to come home from the pain and death that surrounds them all day and night. They wish to embrace their mares in their bosom more, then to drive a blade into the heart of another’s love. War is just a fallout and once it is over, the fighters return to their mares, the reason they fought so hard. They return to their children, overjoyed to see their father. Your thoughts would curse their hearts, as you have cursed yours.”

“My heart is the curse. All it does is supply me life and blood, which my mind uses to give me purpose. What is thou’s purpose, to steal from all who trot and all work hard in life? You lecture me as though you know love. Even if my mind died, I would never love a thief, one who doesn’t deserve death, but damnation. So I say for the final time, burn in Discords hellish fire, and let your “love” for me burn with it.”

“Dost thou heart wish this or dost thou mind decree it?”

“My heart fell for you, thief, whilst my mind threw you away. You belong with trash and should stay as such, thief!? NOW LEAVE MY GLORIOUS MIND AND PITIFUL HEART, FOREVER!?”

“If you, my lovely princess thinker, if you wish me to die in fire with chaos himself, I shall for love drives all stallions to any coarse, even death for the one they love. The one they hold dearest before all ponies in their hearts, their glorious and powerful hearts. Goodbye, my lovely princess, may your mind find comfort in your hearts watery tears.” Hyper walked off stage as the stage went dark.

“Excellent work you two. Perfection. Lyra and Hyper, have a wonderful day.” The director waved to them as the two departed.

“That was amazing Lyra!” As the two trotted out of the building, Hyper glorified Lyra’s performance.

“So were you. Without you I wouldn’t be so amazing.” The two laughed and continued till they reached a bench in the middle of town. The two sat to chat until a certain “friend” of Lyra appeared.

“Bon Bon, how are you?” Lyra stood to embrace her good friend. Hyper then looked at his watch and noticed that it was a little past two, and said his goodbyes to the mares. He flew off to Sugarcube corner to meet his brother for lunch.

“Finally you arrive.” Once Hyper arrives at Sugarcube corner, he sees Critical, Rarity, Applebloom, and Sweetiebelle all sitting at one table.

“I was working and then was chatting with a friend, okay?” Hyper sat down and relaxed.

“Good afternoon, Hyper how is the acting business?” Just then a brownish-grey unicorn with a dark brown mane and tail named Bronze came over to take Hyper’s order. He wore reddish-brown glasses and his cutie mark was a donut.

“It is excellent and I would like a cupcake and tea.” Hyper smiled as he answered his friend.

“Alright, good talk, also coming right up.” With that and a giggle, Bronze was off to get the order to the chefs in the back.

“Did you remember to go shopping, OC?” Hyperactive looked at his brother.

“Of course I did, and I told you hundreds of times, don’t call me OC, I hate that name and I deal with all the other hundreds of nicknames you give me like Crit.” The posh unicorn looked at his brother, who was laughing hysterically.

“Alright, thanks for doing that.”

“So, what is the play you are working on called again?” Crit prodded questions towards Hyper to put him on the spot.

“Not telling, and you are going to this one, got it?” Hyper sternly looked towards his brother to convey how serious he was. Critical often skipped out on his brother’s plays with many excuses. He downplays his brother’s acting ability based on his brother’s normal attitude. Hyper often tries to trick his brother into arriving, but Critical only goes if he thinks it has potential. So he always asks for the name and a brief description so he can judge it, plus Critical often peeks in on the rehearsals.

“Fine don’t tell us.” Rarity winked. “Come girls I have work I must be doing at the boutique.” Rarity kissed her fiancé and hugged Hyper and departed after the fillies said their goodbyes to the brothers.

“Okay I’ve got to do work okay, bye Hyper see you later.” With that Critical departed. So Hyper sat in silence alone, but smiling that his life is filled with friendly faces and lots of fun.