Today was the awkwardness and weariest day in my life.
Twilight Sparkle had somehow appeared in my backyard as a human.
And if thing weren´t just strange she was naked (In that moment) and completely unaware of where she did end up.
She asked for an explanation and I give it to her, more or less.
“So you´re a fan of a 6 years old filly’s show that is popular in a massive cybernetic communication web that should be used for gathering information and work but inset you use to kill time?” She asked with an annoyed tone.
“… Yes” I Responded to her surprised. I just explained what was a human, MLP, Bronies and the basics of Internet, I didn´t
expect her to understand all of it so fast.
“And that makes me a fictional character of that show?”
“… I don´t think so.”
“Really, are you sure that I´m not something made by your imagination?” This time she asked angry.
“… No…” Now I was scared.
“Why not?”
“… Why will I imagine you when I could imagine Fluttershy or Pinkie Pie?” I give her my point. Since I explained her that they where my favorite ponies.
“What… A-are you some kind of pervert?” She asked me, I could notice that she was little shocked by the fact that I prefer her cuter friends that her.
“What?!... Oh God! Look I have standarrds.” I point to her blouse. “And those clothes on your body are the proof of it”
“Well you could be another kind of pervert.” She continued arguing.
“Believe me in the state you were, no. In the state you are no kind of perrvert would let you… uhm… go… untasted.”
She was a little disturbed by the words I selected to explain her situation but I could see that she felt a little guilty and tired.
“You look tired.” I pointed.
“I think I´m still a little exhausted.” She said blinking both eyes.
“Look tomorrow is Sunday, I won´t be here until afterrnoon and I´m begging you to stay indoors until my return.”
“Where are you going?” She asked with heavier blinks.
“I have a work really early in the morning tomorrow.” I responded her in a calmer tone. “Look I´m going to let the computer on so you can investigate whatever you want, and I will let you some instructions that will help you with that, Ok?”
“Alright…” She said as she fell to sleep in my bed.
I was more tired than I originally expected to be and I needed all my energies in few hours. But there was one final thing to do before getting some sleep.
“Hora de limpiar el historial (Time to erase the browser history)”
***
The best Sunday ever. I sold 80 kilos (around 176 pounds) of Barbacoa before middle day. That was a good selling day.
My family works selling Barbacoa of cheek and neck beef for a Butcher company in Sunday, so all morning were really busy until early afternoon but for some reason today’s sales were incredibly fast.
Not just it was tastier than normally but also lots of clients came from really early.
We gained a good reputation in this zone for selling good, tasty and cheap barbacoa, so lots of people came to buy here from other colonies or zones but today there were more than normally.
I was happy to finish that earlier than normally because of two certainly reasons.
One, because I was really tired.
Two, because I have an unexpected guest in home.
I just need to wash everything before getting home.
I must admit that I was worried for Twilight.
She just got stuck with me. When there are a lot of better bronies, heck, lots of better people than me.
And my life would just make it worst. I didn´t just live in a dangerous city, I also lived in a dangerous colony. There are lots of CDG Sicarios living in my colony; even I have seen the new CDG city commander. And for make it worst my work is in front of the Reynosa´s Red Zone.
Twilight is really attractive and some guys here could get cocky enough to take her without saying a thing. Also I have never been in middle of gunfire but this place has one or two between the army and the CDG per week.
This place wasn´t Iraq or some other county in war, but was still dangerous for a girl as her. Although, I´m happy that she didn´t end up in someplace worst than this.
I will have to give her some rules.
***
“¡Querida ya llegue! (Sweetheart I´m home!)” I just have to say it.
As expected, she was in my computer concentrate in whatever she was looking unknotting my presence.
I got closer to her as quiet way possible to see what she was doing.
She was reading universal history; reading something about the Second World War.
“Twilight, what a you reading?” I asked with all intention of startle her.
“Martin!” It worked. “I´m just reading about your history.” She responded to me with a bit of annoyance.
“Twilight, that doesn´t have to do anything with me” I just say that to mess up with her.
“Ha! Very funny, I just want to now what are you humans able of do” She said.
“And what have you found?”
“That humanity is a horrible specie.” She responded with the same annoying tone.
“That doesn´t surprrise me.”
In fact, I´ve got time to think about everything wrong that humanity have done in their history sometime ago but in the end I never give it to much attention to bother me. And this time wasn´t going to be the exception.
“Look, I don´t want to talk about how horrible we humans are to you, because of three things.”
“One, It’s bothersome.”
“Two, I´m really hungrry.”
“And three, I want to give a couple of rules before you do something I reject.”
“Why?” She looks at me with an unsure face.
“Believe me they are necessarry” It everything she need to understand and It was everything I want to say.
“Numberr one: Don´t get out of herre without me, this place isn´t as safe as Ponyville.”
“Numberr two: don´t talk with strangerrs, rememberr that here it´s uncommon to speak your natal language, so be careful. If someone can understand you, It means that he is not to be trusted, unless I say it is. Do you understand this?”
She just nods in affirmation. And then there was silence for a few seconds maybe even a couple minutes. Mostly because I got tired to talk in English, for her might be as easy as breath but for me it was exhausting, I needed to formulate sentences in one language and then translate in a second language. I haven´t practiced my speech as much as I would like to.
“So, What´s for eat?” She asked me with an innocent smile. “I´m starving and I could eat a good Daisy sandwich right now.”
“Uhm… Twilight, have you read something about human food?” I asked nervously to her.
“No” She responded in an unsure tone.
“Mierda”