Lets Get Lost!

-Static's POV-

You walk down the market street, and you can't help but be a little jealous that your friends got jobs and you can't find one. You're happy for them, but it's the same as it was on Earth, and the job you had there was pretty much put on your lap by Dante.

You start to notice that the usually bustling market with ponies is empty. It's not night yet, and even so, there are at least a few ponies still out and about. You see a figure in a cloak walking towards. Maybe they know all this is about, or perhaps they are the reason for everypony disappearing. You decide to confront them about it rather than just standing in the middle of the street.

"Hey, do you know where everypony is? It's like a ghost town."

The cloaked figure stops dead in its tracks. It digs up some of the dirt with its hoof and reaches down in the soil. It pulls out what looks to be a root and places back the dugged up Earth.

You walk closer to them, "Hey, what are you doing?"

It pulls back its hood and reveals itself. She a Zebra, well at least you think it's a she.

"I'm digging up the roots that cause trouble, and the ponies around me seem to scuttle," she says with a rhyme.

"Oh right, I guess they aren't used to seeing you; maybe you should try not to wear a cloak around," you say, "Seems kinda suspicious."

"Your words seem true, so perhaps it comes off as rude."

"Maybe a little, but hey, do you know anypony who might hire me," you continue, "Most don't want me because of how different I am." you scratch the back of your head with a defeated expression. Maybe she might know someone who might take me.

"I might have a job for you; it's always helpful to have the power of two."

"Really? Well, I hope I'd be useful to you," you walk alongside her as you ask a crucial question, "Why do you speak in rhymes? I bet it gets tiring speaking that way."

"I usually speak this way, but yes, it gets tiring from speaking like this day to day." she continues saying, "My name is Zecora. What might your name be?"

"The name's Static." you both shake hands as you walk off.

Besides speaking in rhymes, you think that working with Zecora will be an interesting experience... Wait, did she break rhyme.

-Vash's POV-

-The Morning After-

The sun's rays grace your room with its light, and you hate it. Every morning and you still can't get used to it. As you get up, you realize that you have a job now, no more playing video games for the rest of the day, drinking, then going back to sleep. Well, now that you think about it, it sounds pretty pathetic.

You get out of bed and get dressed in your most excellent button-down shirt and a tie loosely around the collar with some chinos and your dress shoes. You head downstairs and go to the kitchen—nothing like eating cereal dry to start the day. As you munch on your cereal, you notice Dante and Static watching TV. Not just a movie or one of the DVDs on the shelf but actual TV.

"How are you guys watching cable?"

Dante looks at you, "I went to twilight, and she managed to get some ponies to get cable."

"Anything good?"

"Nah, just pony weird pony TV shows, the news, and pony version of shows from Earth."

"Like what?"

"There's Breaking Bad, but it's more like a parody than anything," he looks back at the TV as he continues, "But the guy who does Jesse Pinkman is fucking hilarious."

"I doubt that."

"Say what you want, man," Dante looks at the clock and gets up from the couch, "Welp, I'm off to Rarity's; she wanted me to give her some ideas for some clothing line."

"Sure thing, man."

Static waves him off as he leaves the house.

"So what job did you get, Static?" you say, putting a handful of cereal in your mouth.

"Oh yeah, after leaving town hall, I met a zebra lady, her names Zecora and she's some kind of witch doctor."

"That sounds like your helping her scam people, like witch doctors in New Orleans," you say with a raised eyebrow.

"No, she's the real deal; I've had one of her potions, made my skin glow," Static says in a serious tone.

"Oh, so she got rid of your dry skin and acne?" you say in a smug tone.

"No, my skin glowed; I was a human night light for an hour." he chuckles to himself.

"Ok, ok, maybe she's not a scam artist, but the real question is, what do you do?"

"I'm pretty much her muscle, and she also mentioned getting ingredients for her potions and also going into town with her to get things."

You scratch your chin and you stroke your beard inquisitively. "So you're her husband but without any of the benefits, but your getting paid," you think over your statement more, "Oh, you actually skipped to the having kids and just being reliable."

"Shut it, Vash, but honestly, that makes my job sound a lot better."

"I guess; when are you going anyways."

Static gets up from the couch, grabs his duffle bag, and heads to the door. "Right now, actually."

"Let me guess, and you're going early?"

"Of course I am. She gave me a time, and being early is better than being on time!" he says with a wink.

"Sure, sure, be safe."

"Always am!" Static opens the door and walks out waving to you.

Well, since you are already done with your cereal, you might as well watch Trigun for the 50th time...

Shit, shit, shit. You knew you shouldn't have watched that fuckin show; you looked at the clock when you started watching. It was 11:15, and as soon as you got to the third episode was on it was 1:45. So now you're rushing through Ponyville to get to the bar! You make your way down the sidewalk and bust through the door of the bar.

"Sorry I'm late I was..." you pause for a second, and you look around the bar, and no one, not a single person. You think back to when Static and Dante were sitting down that morning and, Static, the son of a bitch was fiddling with the clock! He's done this before with you and Dante, changing the time on the clock to make us freak out and hurry up so we'd get somewhere early.

You hear footsteps... Hoof steps? Whatever, you hear horse clipping coming from a hallway on the side of the counter, and you see Brandy Snap.

"Hi-ya Vash, your here pretty early," she says with a curious tone in her voice.

You rub the back of your neck, "Yeah, well, I just wanted to be... Punctual, yuh know."

"That's pretty good of you to do that cus I was needin' some extra help setting up everything before I open, " Brandy heads over to one of the tables and puts down one of the chairs and tucks it under the table, "Gonna help?"

"Of course I will, Brandy."