A Colt's Calling

…A bedroom, dark and sleepy in atmosphere, is still, in it’s silent and peaceful nature, as a bright young colt dreams of-CRAAAAAAAAAASH!!

“HOLY CRAP!!” He yelps as he rockets out of bed and tumbles to the floor, as he writhes a little and groggily brings himself back up onto all fours, in shock from his rude awakening. “The hell was that? uuuughhh, unfair’s what it is.” He grumbles to himself in a disgruntled tone as he searches for a switch in hopes of illuminating his room, and the situation.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZT! Ping…“…damn it al-“ zzzTING! ”…yeah…that’s what I thought..” A colt of deep purple coat, cobalt hooves and what appears to be an elongated bushel of grapes for a mane appears in the silhouettes place, as he stares at the light bulb with chocolatey eyes and unwavering intensity, imagining it to quiver with fear and understanding, but of course, it doesn't, light bulbs are inanimate, genius.

He opens his door wearily and stumbles out into the hallway, and downstairs to his residences living room, where his Mother and little sister scamper around and jitter about nervously, startled as he enters. “A-AH! It w-woke y-you up t-too, Grape?” the yellow, freckled unicorn mare stutters frantically, her usually prim and proper brunette mane tattered and messed.

On first speculation you would assume this is caused by the bed hair and shock factor, but, on the inspection of even a half competent child of hers, it was clear that the actual cause of this extremely sleep deprived, frightened look was due to immense caffeine intake. She’s been working late hours, and she has an unhealthy appetite for coffee, something the police station has recently gotten a munificent amount of. “augh, of COURSE it did, bright one, it’s not like I left my flash-light out of it’s holster at the office and OCD kicked in..” She glared, but quickly gave up the potential argument before it truly set off, he won this time, but by default, not as satisfying a victory for him, but he lets it pass off as one, due to the current situation.

Then to the right of her, shivering profusely, was a cute little, freckled, red-headed marshmallow filly, obviously scared out of her widdle mind. “Awwww millie, it’ll be fine, nothing to worry about, just an angel with a broken chariot is all, it’ll be fixed in a jif-” “CAN WE GO SEE? CAN WE GO SEE? I WANNA SEE THE LANDING SIGHT!!!” …An expression of disdain and disappointment slowly dawns on the colts face. That’s right, this is Mistletoe we’re talking about here, she’s lived 7 years, seen horror flicks, natural disasters and been to every kids spooky slumber party ever, and lives in frickin’ MARELENN: Land of intimidating, dangerous plant-life, ravenous wild-life inhabiting everything from plains to vine-swept Jungles; gangs inhabiting the CONCRETE ones, and yet she STILL refuses to understand the concept of fear.

“ehhh….Welp! Might as well go check it out, i’m not gonna be sleeping for a while now, not until I found out what caused that!” His face brightens up as his natural curiosity and sense of adventure over-take him. “Uhh…well, okay dear, just be careful okay? At the FIRST sign of ANY danger, be sure to run back here!” “I know, I know, i’ve done this plenty a time mum, remember?” he yells back in response as he rushes out the door, itching for a little midnight exploration and investigation.

It was cool and brisk outside, as the colt ran along the dirt road before him, the wind rushing past him, his mane no longer covering even a minuscule amount of his face, as he races down the path. After a while he slows down, eventually halting completely, looking around aimlessly “….wait, where am I going…?” You. IDIOT. It seems the DOLT didn’t even think to find out WHERE the sound came from. He decides to do the logical thing and use those pathetic, weak lil’ kiddie-wings of his to reach a fairly decent vantage point to get a grasp of the changes in the environment.

He jumps on a white picket fence of a neighbours house, and flutters up to the roof, carefully walking up it and onto the top of the chimney. Now, obviously this will take a lot of patience, perception, and skill. He could be there for minutes, hours, perhaps even DAY-oh hey look, a police barricade half way up the easily noticeable cliffy hill thing…huh.

He makes his way up there, passing a distant neighbours ho-“Heeeyyyy there kiddo.” …a CREEPY distant neighbour…who smells of sweat, garlic and elderberries. A ratty looking orange unicorn with dirt stains all throughout his coat, a tattered, completely messed mane that appears to have once been a mohawk…ONCE, a visible stench, and a voice that wavers and sorta tickles your ear…unpleasantly. “u-uuuh..hhheeeeeyyy theeeree…ffffred was i-?” “You like my sign??” “…w…what?-” “My sign, over there, I make signs y’know, that’s my job, my title, Nedd the sign guy.” He points wearily towards an admittedly well crafted sign…I mean, well sure, it isn’t GRAND or anything but the dimensions are about as perfect as you can get when it comes to rectangles and, well, it’s a lil’ plain but it’s still surprisingly nice to look at, almost calming, something so simple, yet so well done. “…umm…cool! Wellll…I’lll be going now, mr. nedd-” “Just call me Nedd, or cool guy. or that cool guy Nedd, or stallion-strong” “…….oooookay then…stallion…strong, I’ll be headin’ up here now…towards the now inviting possibility of danger…away from here..bye!”

The colt with no sense of humility or appreciation of the sign crafting arts scampers off before conversation can make him any more vulnerable…and dirty feeling, as “Stallion-strong” skulks back into his little white and blue hutt…shed…thing. Honestly everything about him is just borderline creepy, let’s stop describing anything having to do with him ever, and never speak of this again.

He reaches the barricade, all yellow taped, being guarded by some obviously tired, disgruntled officers. Undoubtedly unaware of what they should even do, that explains the tape draped over a tree for no discernible reason. “Hey, Grapuuums~!!“ “Oh dear Goddess, NO.”

A snooty, smug faced, tan coloured filly with Bleached blonde mane struts up to Grape with an all too familiar look of malicious intent, make-up on and eyelashes overdone despite her age, only being 2 years older than him at 15, her cutie mark branded on that sweet….totally undesirable flank; a pile of bits underneath a looming skyscraper-esque building, seemingly made of pure gold. Beautiful on the outside, an absolutely despicable, disgusting abomination inside. She’s been a thorn in Grapes side ever since early foalhood.

“Be a dear and leave this scene to the biiiig colts and fillies would you~?” "Goddess damn that seductive, yet still grating tone." “I’m guessing this is abou-” “The crash that everyone heard? Yes, i’m trying to get a closer look but it seems these corrupt, abhorring buffoons don’t seem to notice beautiful, intellectual investigators when they see it.” “So THAT’S this weeks self-entitlement, hmm?” “Well I guess they’re just a little messed from the late night stake out, we should go back ho-” “Uh, nononononono, I am NOT leaving this place, not yet. I need to talk to the chief, where IS she~?!” She screams at herself some more and joins the rabble ensuing at the scene, deciding not to tell her that his mum’s home like anyone else pardoned from work, he decides to let lil’ miss sweet-cheeks bounce around some more in vain….he admits to having a nice view though, as he leaves to his home, disappointed, but glad that he could stave off another encounter with hell’s mistress in training.