You know heroes suffer from overration? Practically everyday the news features a sequence, each time showcasing daily acts
of justice. Today a hulking character smashed through a robbery from behind, on-screen a name below reads 'Saddle Rager'
in bold lettering.
Knocks call me out beyond my television. At once I lay my plate of food on soft floorboards. "Who is it?", I ask through a
slightly open door. Paper slides between the sunlight. Outside more letters float downwards, all from a single mailmare.
Next time just use the mail slot. Mail in hoof my next stop is back on a stool. Nothing besides junk mail, save for a lone
bill. Further back an emergency broadcast cuts through environmental peace. On-screen a lone reporter is spilling out
warnings, as masonry lands all around her position. The camera shakes, which isn't a farfetched deal when you see a massive
dragon overhead. For awhile longer they run in an opposite direction, camera view bobbing with every dodge. Something
knocks them off balance, and for awhile viewers only see grey.
Okay news, for once you have my investment. Wow me.
The camera rises just in time for a collapsing green eyeball. In all steadiness our camera shows a completely stunned
newsmare. Words summon forth a courageous stallion into view, airborne silhouette inspiring everyone around his latest
victim.
"Is everyone okay?! How many need attention right away?!", his questions don't go without answers. Around him citizens
search for any survivors. Even our reporters get involved, and we cut back to our studio.
"Oh darn, I let my eggs get cold.", why oh why did I get distracted by a television set? Not even ten steps opposite from
my old seat, a harsh truth comes back into mind. Can't believe they let me go after only two months. Granted I'm set up
with another position, but I don't have enough bits for such a long waiting period. Another look inside my fridge confirms
my worst fears.
Head at it's unhealthily low angle, my hovering form is of a flying tortoise. Time slows down for the next hour of my
temporary job hunt. Someone out here surely needs a temporary barrista, or something. Citizens pass around me, clearly
interested solely in their own problems. Scarce any of them pass on a look, except for some younger passerbys. In a sudden
motion I'm signaled from a distant enforcer. Sure enough my wings carry me below no flight zone limits. Between eye contact
my hooves alone wield a static position.
Next stop is a lone emporium on the nearby corner. Shades of wood decorate the backgrounds of various goods. Around
me people browse as equestrians do, most customers being plagued by wrinkles. In front a lone grandmare stands with arms
filled up in glass objects. Beyond her position a clock sits, it's taunting features clearly aimed towards my sight. For awhile
longer she takes her precious time moving items. From behind me an old stallion raises his eyebrow, inciting confusion from
his target. By coincidence my rear left hoof is tapping with constant motion. Upon looking forward aforementioned mare
leaves through open doors.
"Excuse me sir? Where's the mare who was here before?", says a jittery employee. Appearance immediately strikes me as
'familiar'.
"She just left.", one hoof points towards open doors. In front a changeling's gasp signals her immediate shut mouth.
"Yona! Could you please take my shift?! I gotta check on something!" Inside a thought occurs, inciting me to check my
belongings. Uh-oh... Without my knowledge, my saddlebags are no longer in place.
Another character exchanges places with first counter girl. From out behind a doorway emerges another creature.
With enough time our yak wedges herself into a comfortable position. Maybe her lips moved, I didn't stick around
beyond one more second.
"Ma'am, I don't know why you stole my things, but please return them now.", a familiar grandmare spins around with my
demand. Mission having been accomplished, she tosses aside my looted saddlebags. Among other glass novelties she's
apparently fancied herself with a stain glass cube. No joke she's breaking a good few just for her single choice.
"I don't know who you are...", she holds aforementioned cube over herself, "...but you're too late!" Light begins spilling
into our street. Much like water it splashes my vision enough for blindness. Cries ring out from passing victims, until only two
are left high and dry. Heh- In front the grey haired mare is no more, instead replaced by a more radiant unicorn.
Butterfly wings adorn either side, complimenting her light yellow coat. "With my restored powers I'll finally wrestle my title
back from that petty Platinum Queen!" Passion ignites literal embers on her body. The new form apparently grants her flight
capability, as she's currently floating about ten feet above ground level.
No way on Equestria am I getting caught up in her nonsense. "Really? Well, good luck with that.", with my saddlebags
back there's no reason for my being here. Probably should apologize for my quick exit. I did skip out in the middle of a
sentence. Heat consumes my every thought. For so long orange decorates an entire city block.
"Nice try, 'Radiance'. Care for another try in your used outfit?" Ashes float off my back, forcing my sight into a slow
realization. Teeth grit in hopes of at least calming newly founded anger. Upon turning a full 180, orange again fills up our
surroundings. Battle cries pierce through a never ending firestorm, undaunted by circumstances. In execution the next effect
is a comedic bong. Another look reveals a finished battle scene, with a familiar heroine magically clinging onto her
transparent warhammer.
As with last night she repeats her call, well, if not for her noticing my burnt presence.
"Oh my Celestia! Are you hurt sir?! I should've finished her off with my first hit, but then she caught me-", her eyes
narrow, "Wait a second, didn't we meet last night?" For awhile she browses through 3D images. I've actually seen a couple
of these guys. Can't remember any of their names though. "Here you are. Proxa, I'd like to ask you a few questions."
Will this girl ever leave? She's been asking questions for a whole hour now. Surely my acquaintance doesn't have
anything left. Granted we had to postpone our interrogation, as numerous kids came out from nowhere asking for her
autograph. So she's a big deal then? There was another like her yesterday, wonder if they know each other? "It amazes
me how you're alive, right now our city repair teams are dealing with an entire liquefied block.", no more words. For awhile
only sound around is crunches. Once past aforementioned silence, I meet eye per eye with my acquaintance. First noticeable
thing is a raised eyebrow. "What I wanna know is, how did you get so strong? If you've been here longer than our computer
system, then you've been at this for-"
"All my life.", my ears drop. Hopes are she won't ask, despite the fact she will. Only response is a sigh.
"Anyway." Yes! "I should get back to work. Can't leave everything to my co-worker!" With her peace done, she takes
her leave. Glad that's over with. At once something chisels into the foreground. Wasn't there something I needed to do?
Hmm...Guess it wasn't important.
Though now I might lose sleep over the question.
Gotta be close to home by now. Probably should get out more, I'm unfamiliar with this seaside district. Moonlight
illuminates surprisingly dark buildings. Everyone here have an early work schedule? The very next step kicks a tiny piece of
rubble. Cement is found per step, each pile leading towards a specific place. Yikes, this bank took a hard crash. Between
earth litter resides a hole twice my size. Wait...Oh yeah! Earlier they showed a hero busting through a robbery. Is this the
same place? It's then a thought occurs.
"I should've asked if they were hiring. I can do superhero work."