The Therapist
By: Kyle Stylez, A.K.A Right Behind You
" I know you're somewhere out there..."
A Teal coated unicorn looked out at the young colt singing the song. The unicorn adjusted his tie on his suit, and gave a sigh. Sure, it was another successful client, but he just wasn’t sure how much more he could do. He sat on the bench in this abnormally quiet park in Manehatten, with his best friend and only other co-worker in this small company of his.
The unicorn looked toward this Pegasus friend and spoke.
“Hey, Thunder Chaser.” The unicorn asked.
Thunder Chaser knew that his unicorn friend, Neon Lights, had something important to say, because Neon hardly ever use Thunder Chaser’s full name. “What’s up?” The Pegasus replied.
“I…I think I’m gonna call it quits with the therapy.” Neon sighed.
Chaser was shocked by this. “But Neon, think for a second, all of the ponies you helped before; they could’ve lived a horrible life if it wasn’t for you!” Thunder Chaser stood up on all fours “There are still ponies that you can help, you can’t just quit! We swore to help ponies for our entire lives!”
Neon stayed silent for a moment before speaking again. “I know Chaser. I know. It’s just…” Neon Lights turned toward the young colt singing to the moon. Talking to it. Talking to his parents. “I’m not too sure how much more of this I can handle.”
The two friends stood there in silence for a while, the colt finished his song, and trotted up to the two.
“So Mister Neon! How did I do? Do you think my Mommy and Daddy heard me sing to them?” The colt asked Neon Lights.
Neon put on a big grin. Despite the pain he feels at time, the grin he wore was one that wasn’t fake in any possible way. “Course they heard you.” Neon hopped from the bench and trotted over to the colt’s side. Neon pointed toward the moon. “I’m sure, that they’re over there, on the other side, smiling.”
The Colt smiled widely at Neon. “Thanks a whole lot Mister Neon! I couldn’t have made my parents proud if it wasn’t for your help!” As quick as it came though, the colt’s smile faded away and he began to frown. “I…I just don’t know how I’m gonna repay you Mister.”
“Pfffffttt…” Neon huffed, trying not to laugh. “I thought I told you,” Neon wrapped a hoof around the colt and gave him a nookie, to with the colt started to giggle and fight back. Neon let go and made his statement clear. “We don’t accept payments. We’re satisfied enough if you’re happy. Now I think you should go now. Your aunt and uncle are probably wondering where you are.”
“Okay! Thanks so much Mister Neon, you to Mister Thunder!” Thunder Chaser looked up, surprised. Neon did most of it, he himself hardly got thanked. But Chaser allowed himself a smile. The colt then galloped away, not before Neon noticed the colt yell “Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy! I’ll see you soon!”
Thunder Chaser stood there in silence with Neon Lights a bit longer, looking out at the lake and watching the moon’s reflection on the still surface.
“So, Neon.” Chaser asked after a while. Neon turned around to face his friend.
“Where are you going to go after this? What are your plans?” Thunder Chaser asked.
Neon stood there, mulling the question over before giving an answer. “I met this pony, she was a fashion designer. I met her at the Grand Galloping Gala; she said she was from this nice quiet town called Ponyville. I’m thinking that I’m gonna go ahead and move there.”
“Sounds nice.” Thunder Chaser agreed.
“I’m just looking for a small town to go ahead and settle down in.” Neon admitted. “I don’t want to do a lot of psychological therapy, but if I need to, then I will.”
“Yeah, I guess I’ll need to find myself a real job for once.” Thunder Chaser gave a sly grin to Neon, but it faded away moments later. “Wait, how do you have enough bits to do all of this?”
“I don’t have enough bits. Not even enough for the train ride to get to Ponyville.” Neon admitted.
Thunder Chaser stood silent for a moment. “Then how do you intend to get this all to work out?!” Chaser yelled, seemingly outraged by his friend’s lack of preparation.
“Relax. There’s nothing Neon Freaking Lights can’t do.” Neon boasted.
“Sometimes, I wonder about you.” Chaser facedhoofed, and when he removed the hoof, he was smiling. “But you’re right, when have you ever failed?”
Neon looked down, then back at Chaser. “Guess this is farewell then, old friend.”
Chaser moaned, “Aw Shut UP!! We’ll see each other soon. Little foal.”
Neon stuck a hoof out. “Good luck with finding a job.”
Thunder Chaser took his hoof and shook it. “Good luck with your new life.”
Neon and Chaser let go of each other’s hoof and turned around, were they trotted away from each other in opposite directions.
Neon stopped. “Yo Thunder!”
Thunder Chaser stopped, and without turning around, asked “What?”
“I guess you should know the other reason why I’m moving to Ponyville.” Neon yelled, the two friend’s backs still turned to each other.
“Well, why not tell me now?” Thunder replied, seemingly curious.
“Most of the ponies there are mares!” Neon shouted back, and then continued to walk away.
Thunder Chaser shook his head and smiled. He didn’t realize it, but he said it out loud. “Watch out Ponyville you all have a big-flank storm heading your way.”
Neon Lights stood there, his suit dirty with mud and branches, the bottom half of his tie ripped off and gone, and his right side of his sunglasses was shattered. But he stood there, smiling, his stomach complaining of its lack of food, but he didn’t care, he was there, in front of a sign that simply said the words, Welcome to Ponyville!
Thunder Chaser wasn’t sure what kind of job this was, it clearly said that he was at risk at dying in this job, and clearly said he was going to work with hostile alien life-forms, but the pay was good.
He looked at the door in front of him. It had three big letters, and three small words, each word under a letter.
SCP: Secure. Contain. Protect.
This is gonna suck.