//------------------------------// // Guest Room // Story: The Great and Powerful Trixie // by TheCrazyAsian //------------------------------// The Great and Powerful Trixie By: TheCrazyAsian A.K.A. Feasttalon Chapter Four: Guest Room "So, so, so you're telling me that that, Trixie, here is a talking, possibly magical, pony, that has come here from a different dimension or universe or something?", he half says half asks. He's putting extra emphasis both in his speech as his hand gestures when he says the "talking, possibly magical, pony" part. He's saying it almost as if he were trying to convince me, or himself, that the very existence of Trixie is impossible. "Basically, yes", I reply. He's looking at me with a look of skepticism, I don't blame him. It's not like talking animals appear everyday. I then take a look a Trixie to see how she's doing, she seems to be, happy. She's looking at Brian and smirking at him, who is still sitting in a cardboard box. Not to self, Trixie is prone to sudden changes in mood. "Okay, ummm. You know what, I'll just get my sweatshirt and leave. I'll call you later.", he then jumps up from his seat in the box and runs down the hall. He then turns to his left and into the guest room. After what I would guess was about a minute he comes out. I then see him sprinting out of the room, down the hall, then as he flies down the stairs, though it seems that his coordination is off, as he falls over headfirst. After tumbling down he ends up with his head on the floor and his ass in the air. I'm not sure whether to start laughing or run down and help him, it seems Trixie has chosen the first. She's on her back laughing furiously while also kicking all four of her hooves as over the place. So I guess I'll have to help him up, I walk down the stairs and knock on his head a few times. "Hey, you alright?", I ask. He begins to lift his head and it's obvious that he's going to be fine, there's no serious injury and he's not crying out in pain or unconscious. I think about what the best course of action would be and I decide to flip him over before helping him up. I then procede to unceremoniously flip him onto his back. I then extend my arm and help him up. After I help him stand up he goes and begins to open the door. "Yeah, I'll be alright. I don't think I broke anything and I'm not bleeding.", he replies. I then look back up the stairs and up to check up on Trixie. She seems to have calmed down and is just sitting there, staring into space. I then look back at him and he pulls into a kiss, after he pulls away a smile creeps onto my face. "Anyway, I'll see you later, have fun with the horse", he says, then he walks out of my house and closes the door. I want to chase after him, and yell at him for not calling her by her name, but I have other things to do. Though it has erased the smile from my face. I begin to walk back up the stairs and back up to Trixie. "Well that was, interesting, to say the least", she pipes up. That's true enough, being around him has always been interesting since day 1. He's pulls the most idiotic shit, one time he tried build a zip-line from my room to a tree outside. He's an idiot, but he's my idiot. At this point I reach the top of the stairs. "Yeah, you better get used to him pulling stupid stuff while you're living here. Speaking of living here, I'll show you the guest room", I say. I then motion for her to follow me. I then walk for maybe four steps then turn left and wait for her to follow. Once she walks into the room I flip on the lights. "It might not be much, but it's better then nothing", I comment. The room is mostly bare, a bed, desk, and drawers are all that adorn it. "Well, it's better than what I usually stay in", she says quickly, sounding rather glum. She then trots past me and walks further into the room, towards the bed. She then does a quick hop and lands onto the bed and lays down, though her head falls slightly short of the pillow, so she does an awkward movement to get her head on the pillow. I decide to follow her and walk through the room to the bed and sit down on the edge. The thing that sticks in my head is her comment about the room being better than what she usually stays in, the room is pretty empty to begin with."So, where do you usually live?", I ask. Maybe she's homeless, but she looks much too well groomed to be homeless. Maybe she had a small apartment, I don't know. "Well it's not really one place, I live in a wagon and I travel from place to place", she replies. She seems rather sad, maybe I shouldn't have brought up the topic. But my curiosity gets the best of me and I have to know more about her. After all she is staying in my house. "So, what do you do?", I ask. The only job that would require you to travel from place to place I can think of is being a traveling salesman. Then again she said her special talent was magic so why would she be a salesperson if her talent was magic? "I'm a traveling magician, I set up in the middle of a town and try to get people to watch me perform", she replies. Well, I should have seen that coming, Magic + Travelling= Traveling magician. I seems like a fun job, but she really isn't saying it like it seems like fun. "Magician, that must be a fun job. You making people stare in awe at your tricks and that kind of stuff", I comment. I don't know whether it would have been better if I had just left and let her have some peace and quiet. She seems tired so I'll just leave soon. After a few more moments of silence I decide it would be best if I left. "You know what, I'll just let you get some rest and I'll talk to you when you wake up", I say. I then stand up and walk out of the room, I then close the door, though leaving a small crack open. I know it's rude to spy on people, but she might do something or say something that may be of use. I stand there for about five more minutes, the only important thing that happens is that she starts crying. I want to go in and say something, but I don't want to let her know I've been spying on her. Plus it isn't like before when she was sobbing, this time she just lets a few tears roll down her face. End Chapter Four