Chapter 4: Questions

It’s been six minutes now since Chloe had started her interview. I know that I shouldn’t worry for her, seeing that we are competing for the same job and all, but I do. As one part of my mind worries for her the other, more prominent part of my mind, worries about me and what I’m going to say to Ms. Dash. That’s when I realized that I didn’t know how this interview was going to be played out. That’s when panic mode was apparently activated in my head.

Will it be a one-sided conversation where I tell her everything or will she just ask me questions? What should I say? I’ve never worked for anyone in a full-time position before, so does that count being should be under-qualified? Do I really have to know how to fight? Why should I; who would target a Wonderbolt?

Countless numbers of similar questions rushed through my head, although I admit some of them where pretty stupid. I could tell I was panicking but I couldn’t stop myself. I tried to shut off my mind or just stop thinking, but my subconscious seemed to think that was a bad idea. Every time I tried to calm down a new question would form in my mind, and the questions I did manage to answer were only to be replaced by new ones.

“ARRGHHH!” I shouted out loud, much to my dismay.

I need to stop before this panic attack gives me a heart attack! I looked up at the clock and another 5 minutes had passed me by. I got up and decided to walk outside, hoping that a breath of fresh air would clear my head.

I step outside and take in the night sky and its beauties. Someone told me that one of the Princesses raises the moon and the other raises the Sun. I don’t know much about Equestria or any of its inhabitants but I’m pretty sure that two ponies don’t control the Sun and the Moon. Supposedly the princesses have both a horn and a pair of wings. I’m not sure if I can believe that either but, like I said, I don’t know much about this world. Of course this did nothing to help my anxiety. I probably should have read up on some stuff before deciding to just get a job in a new world. Well at least a world that is new to humanity. How old is this world anyway? Was it as old as Earth? How old were the Princesses? Looking up at the moon and realizing that it didn’t have my answers I decided to go back inside. Well at least I finally have seemed to calm down.

I looked up at the clock. It was 1:15 in the morning. The sudden realization of the current time must have pulled a lever somewhere in my brain as I yawned and looked around the room. I know I should be preparing for the barrage of questions that was soon to come, but the last time I tried that it got me nowhere, so for now I kept my mind blank as I searched the room.

Getting bored of this rather quickly, my mind wandered on to what I would do with my income, if I did get the job that is. There were lots of easily accessible bars and clubs situated near the Wonderbolt H.Q but I wasn’t much of a social person back on Earth. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not against hanging out with people or even getting to know strangers at the aforementioned bars and clubs, but it just didn’t ever seem to hold much interest for me. Then again, this isn’t Earth. I could completely re-invent myself here. Of course, everyone has the opportunity to be a better person tomorrow, but I could go all the way. Change everything if I wanted. My style, my character, my walk. Hell, I could put on a different accent and no one would be the wiser. I could be the coolest kid on the block, so to speak.

My amazing idea of becoming a new person fell to pieces, of course, as I remembered that I’m a terrible actor and that I wouldn’t know how to be anyone else but, well, me. I wasn’t really considering this anyway but it was nice to have the possibility. It gave me a small but much needed comfort.

As I thought about the possibilities of what my future job could bring to my life, I wondered about what the job would really entail. Would I have a curfew? That would be annoying as hell and possibly even slightly embarrassing. I couldn’t help but wonder about the requirements of the job, as questions such as, “Why would a Wonderbolt need a bodyguard?” and “What exactly did it mean in the contract when it was stated that the employee had to do anything the employee’s superior, in this case Ms. Dash asked?” Then again, I really couldn’t care about any of that seeing that this would, no, scratch that, is the job opportunity of a life time, so I was too busy fantasizing about the wonders that this point in my life would bring.

It seemed I was a mix of emotions right now as I went from anxiety and worry to happiness and joy about predicting my future. Speaking of worry, my mind yet again decided to dawn on that particular feeling as I realized that I could do everything asked of me except one thing: cook. That one word, the one attribute I was missing, seemed to cause my world of hope, happiness, and prosperity to crumble around me. How could I have forgotten that I couldn’t cook? And when I say that, I mean I literally couldn’t cook to save my life. I remember one particular incident where I tried to make some simple-ass Noodle in a Cup. I ended up burning half the cup, spilling the now burnt and blackened noodles all over the floor, and somehow managing to make the toaster short circuit. I chuckled to myself as I questioned how that was even possible. Maybe I’m just bad luck around the kitchen.

I don’t mean to be sexist, but I bet Chloe was great in the kitchen. She could probably cook like a master chef. And that’s when it hit me. An insanely awesome idea that could help both me and a certain female out of our troubles. I can’t even express in words how happy and proud of myself I felt right now. The world’s largest smile adorned my face as I said out loud to no one in particular,
“I’m a fucking genius.”

Author's Note

So, I finally uploaded chapter 4!
As always, constructive criticism is always appreciated along with a like if you ,well, liked it!
Many thanks to Vellik for editing.
Thanks for reading,
T.X.B