Vicious

A young light baby green anthro mare was typing on her laptop. Her desk was full of memories she bared with her boss Chaos Knight, a red and black dragon. Pictures, as well as little trinkets, occupied the space. She wasn't really much of a writer, but she was a pretty decent editor. Every chapter, she grew more and more frustrated. Nana rubbed her eyes and sipped coffee from her pirate style mug. "What were you thinking of?" She took a break and stretched, Rob Zombie music filling the air. Chaos was working the night shift again. The latest chapter was published before she got to finish editing it, which only made her even more frustrated, but gave her a feeling she dreaded. You're such a Brat, Captain. These words ran through her head over and over. She eventually got through the chapter, distracting herself with Facebook and Tumblr in the process. By the time it was finished, Jimi Hendrix's "Hey Joe" was the finale to her Spotify playlist. It was going on 1:40 in the morning. Attached to the revision were her usual notes, where she could be nit-picky, and offer ways to fix certain problems in the chapter. You know, like a teacher would a student. She also found this cute kitten on the body of a grammar Nazi. The caption was exceptionally hilarious. "You think grammar is a motherfucking game?" Reading the caption once more, she giggled and sent. Unknowingly, she was vicious in her notes. She told him that it was a disaster. She took out her phone. "finished the chapter finally," she texted.
"cool, how did you like the last chapter?" he replied, excited.
This is when the argument began between them (and I won't make myself the victim here. I was pretty harsh..). They eventually ended their argument when Captain Nana called her writer. She needed to hear his voice. She blushed when he answered. She was laying down on her lavender bed with her silver pajama pants and an over sized t-shirt. She turned the music down and rolled over. They came to the agreement that he would remove the chapter and they'll work on it, reshape it. Her black, wavy, hair covered her face. He wasn't in a good mood. Maybe it was something at work, or just angry at what she said. After a long pause he offered to leave the conversation. She nodded, "ok" She wished she didn't have to work the next day at the flower shop. Her unhappy expression stayed with her throughout the night. She exchanged a few texts with him going on 3am, when she felt like she was being watched...and couldn't sleep. She had this fear since she was a young pony that her room was haunted. She'd want to stay up as long as possible sometimes, afraid of her night terrors. The Offspring started playing softly. She begged him not to do anything until he gets some sleep. He hasn't been sleeping for days, not feeling very well. She feared that his mono came back for a split second. Sleep. That sounded great right now, and she drifted off eventually.
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So chapter 6 is gone. It wasn't too bad, but I wanted to help him tweak it a bit. Some bits made no sense. Oh well. I'm hoping to work with him tonight, but I think he has work, and I wouldn't be able to hang out until 6ish. Anyway thank you so much for your continued support on his fanfic. Pardon his rudeness. He hasn't slept in 4 days.

Captainnana