There have always been those born with the innate talent to draw the spotlight's attention wherever they went. You- on the other hand- are the furthest person imaginable from such a gift: Wintertide Stretto. And you're okay with that, or at least pretty sure the routine has grown on you at the very least. Well, routine until you let a homeless, jobless, and likely education-less redhead crash in your cozy apartment home.

Nobody blames you, bro. Nobody blames you…

Not gonna lie, I'm a bit rusty with my writing ability as of late. Another thing pretty late at this point is making a Rainbow Rocks inspired fic, but I really loved the villains of this one, especially Ms. Cheeto-head herself, Adagio.

I warn that "you" are somewhat of an OC-heavy character already, so it may be harder to insert yourself into his shoes, but I still aim to make him relatable. It'll also have a reoccurring theme of music, specifically melodic dubstep. Hopefully it should add to the atmosphere, but if it's not your style and don't wish to try it out, that's fine, you can still read the story just as well without listening to the music linked.

But without further rambling, I hope you enjoy!

Cover art drawn by myself. My gallery is pretty NSFW as of late, so tread cautiously.

You're a stallion in your mid twenties, and your life never really started after you got out of school. You live with your overbearing mother, rarely venturing outside while the sun shines bright. Your social life is absolutely nonexistent aside from lectures from mom; not to mention you've also become quite the slob. And the more it all goes on, the less you seem to care.

One day, your mother tells you that you're going to be moving to a small country town, further inland even than Detrot. As antisocial as you are, this is just bound to go wrong.

You can feel it.

[This is most likely going to be a 'choose your own waifu' kind of deal. Just something I've been meaning to try.]