Author's Note

Sorry it took this long for a new chapter, I've been having some family issues lately so I haven't been able to put my concentration on this story until now. Promise the next one will be more fleshed out. Have a good day y'all, and happy late Valentine's Day!

Chapter 6: Fucking Taxes.

Overall, pretty stressful week. You've tried to keep things quiet, but it was no use. Now it feels like everyone knows about your ability to use magic, and you've had to lock yourself in your house to stay away from everyone. Not that you really mind locking yourself in, it's just the circumstances.

Well, since it doesn't seem you'll be able to go outside for a bit, you've decided to dedicate this time for more research. In all, you haven't found... anything, really. Mostly dead ends if you're honest, and anything that seemed like it should've lead to something, didn't.

You close the most recent book you've been reading, sighing. Goddammit, you'll never find anything at this rate. You get up from your bed, stretching your limbs. It's currently the afternoon, and you haven't done as much exercise as you probably should be doing. But, it's been raining all the damn time recently, so you haven't had much motivation for exercise in any way besides pacing in thought for an hour. You've thought about rewatching the show just incase something happens that you need to know, but realistically nothing will happen to you for at least a few months, so you should be fine for now. I mean, it's not like Discord or Tirek is going to appear for no reason, right?

Actually, now that you said that, it wouldn't surprise you if that happened right at this moment, because you have a feeling that since it feels like everyone knows who you are now, something's going to happen. But, then again, Twilight never had anyone do anything to her except villains, so you should be fine.

As you think this, you hear a knock at your front door. You freeze for a moment, then walk downstairs to the front door. You slowly open the door and peek through to see... a mailman. Er, mailpony I think would be the term now.

"Are you a Mr... Nate Collins?" He asks, having a surfer kind of accent. In his blue mail outfit, you notice his green fur and dark brown mane, with a four leaf clover cutie mark with a newspaper as a backdrop. He holds out an envelope with a royal symbol on the front, which you take slowly.

"Yeah, uh... why are you here?" You ask, opening the envelope while you look at him.

"I'm here to bring you your mail...? And, since you have no mailbox, I have to give it to you personally."

"...right, yeah," you mutter, looking at the paper inside the envelope to see... wait a fucking second, taxes? You have to do TAXES? How the fuck did you forget about FUCKING TAXES?

You look up from the paper to see that the mailpony is gone, leaving you alone to be baffled at this. The show never mentioned taxes, did it? You just assumed that Equestria was ran off of... I dunno, something other than this! Whatever, better get to this...

The next few hours were some of the most boring shit you've ever gone through, but at least that's over with. How are people able to do that for decades of their lives, it's mind boggling. When you get back home, you've gotta ask your parents how they can do this shit.

...Damn, how long have you been away from home? You think it's been... one, maybe two months? You're frankly surprised how well you're taking this, maybe it just hasn't settled in yet that you might just be stuck here for years, maybe even forever.

It's always been a dream to come here, to see Twilight and all the ponies of your childhood, but just for maybe a day, possibly a week. Staying here for this long, especially without knowing if your family is okay... it's nearly impossible to not think about them everyday.

You sigh, walking upstairs and getting into bed. You're going to put all of your attention into research, and no matter how hard anypony persists, no matter how long it takes, you're getting home.