First draft of Chapter 5 of Woebegone is finished! · 5:57am Nov 7th, 2016
I hope to have it up later this week. Here's a taste of the WIP. You're in for a treat because this one has some gags I've been itching to write for months. Some turned out better than I hoped.
Applejack didn’t have to open the door to let herself in the kitchen entrance to Sugarcube Corner since it was lying on the ground in front of her. Pinkie wasn’t home and Woebegone wasn’t there either. The place looked like a shooked up flimsy dollhouse with the bathroom in the kitchen and the kitchen in the bathroom, and both leaked milk and bathwater into the dining area.
There was a mustached pony in overalls in the middle of the mess standing next to an exposed pipe sticking out of the wall that spouted water everywhere.
“Who are you?” said Applejack.
“Scruffy, the plumber.” He pulled out a wrench, gave a nut on the pipe a few turns, and the water stopped. “My work here’s done.” He plopped himself down on a chair and pulled out a magazine.
“What in tarnations happened here?”
“Leak,” said Scruffy without looking up from his questionable magazine. “Came to fix it.”
“Well, I can see that. Where’s Pinkie Pie?”
“Dunno.” Scruffy held up the magazine and gazed at the fold-out.
Applejack rolled her eyes and left. If Woebegone’s curse was real, and it wasn’t, then this was a sign of his presence. He had been here, and perhaps if she didn’t take so long hosing herself down and letting Granny chew her ear off about the cart and produce, she might have caught him before whatever happened here happened. And even on the off-chance this catastrophe was the work of a curse and not some Pinkie Pie cooking accident, there was no clue where they went off to other than a “Sorry, we’re closed” sign and a gurgling gator at the register.
She needed to take Woebegone to Twilight to prove that there were no such things as curses before his non-existent curse struck again.
I haven't even read the chapter yet and I know it's going to be good. Scruffy makes everything better just by being there. Gotta love that janitor... I mean plumber.