It was an indolent Sunday morning, and the sun shone languidly through the blue curtains of the Skies' living room.
"Sunny."
Silence.
"Sunny?"
Still no reply.
"Sunnnnnnnnnnyyyy-"
"What?!" Sunny snapped at Prism, who was lounged lazily across the couch, tossing a cloud ball idly in his hooves.
"I'm bored." His brother pouted, throwing the cloud ball at his face. Sunny ducked, covering his body with his Physics textbook, and glowered at his sixteen-year-old brother who smirked and swung upside down.
"Hi Bored, I'm Sunny," he replied snarkily, burying his nose in Newton's Third Law once again. His brother huffed in frustration across the room.
"You're no fun," Prism whined, groaning.
"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" Sunny asked, "As in, preferably not here?"
"Uh, rude," Prism sang, "I think you'll find I both make and keep excellent company."
"If you're not teasing me, you're insulting me, and if you're not insulting me, you're teasing Dawn, so forgive me, my dearest brother-"
"Oh, pish-posh Mr. I'm-So-Much-Better-Than-Everyone-Else, can't you take a joke?"
"Where's your crony, Coriolis?" Sunny rolled his eyes, "Can't you go make other people miserable with him instead?"
"Can't," Prism sighed, "he's with Twilight and the rest in Canterlot."
"That's Aunt Twilight to you, Prism Dart," their mother said, strolling into the room. "And if you're so bored, why don't you play a game. Scrabble, for instance? Has anyone seen my paperwork?"
"Ew, Scrabble," Prism pulled a face, as Dash threw down the board game and stalked out the room again, stack of paperwork in hand.
"Just because you have the vocabulary of a seven-year-old rather than a five-year-old, Prism, does not mean you're an intellectual."
"Ugh, I'm going to get Dawn. Maybe she'll actually go flying with me."
"You'll have to find her, I haven't seen her anywhere today."
"Find who?" A voice popped up from behind the couch.
"GAHH!" the two brothers yelped, as Dawn frowned.
"I have a question. Are clouds the Earth's equivalent of sun cream?"
"What the hell-" Prism started.
"Well actually, the clouds act as an insulator, trapping electromagnetic waves-"
"Blah-blah-blahdy blah, nobody cares. Why do you ask?" Prism cut Sunny off.
"Oh, no reason. Just wondering. And have you ever thought about the fact that we don't know for certain we are seeing the same colours?"
"Dawn you're being weird today," Sunny sighed.
"Oooh, is that Scrabble?!" Dawn beamed.
"We are not playing Scrabble-" Prism started.
"Hey, Prism," Dawn grinned, "if you don't play Scrabble with me, then I'll tell Mom what really happened to Aunt Rarity's prized vase."
Prism gasped. "You wouldn't-"
Dawn only smirked. "MOMMM-"
Dash raised her eyebrows, staring at her three children who she had been called down to adjudicate. "Now, we are going to play Scrabble, and we are going to do it in civilised and respectful way. Alright?" She told them sternly, her voice steely.
Dawn beamed, whilst Prism and Sunny frowned, sulking into their chairs. "Fineeee..." They mumbled.
"Alright, Prism, you go first."
Prism Dart stared at his letters for a long time, frowning, his brow furrowed in concentration. "I'm gonna put an A down," he said finally, picking up a tile, "to make the word 'a'. Score one point."
Dawn scoffed. "That's not allowed!"
Prism glared at her.
"Dawn, your turn." Their mother interrupted, shooting them warning looks.
"I'm gonna add 'n' to make the word 'an'. Score three points." she nodded, crossing her arms.
"Really, Dawn?" Sunny lifted an eyebrow. "I mean, I'd expect pathetic words from him," he gestured with his head in Prism's direction, "but I have a little more respect for you. Surely you could have gotten better than that."
"Hey!" Dawn pulled a face at him, "I only have Qs and Ws, so shut up."
"Hey-"
"Just go, Sunny," their mother sighed.
"Fine," he grumbled, taking a quick look at his letters.
"I'm adding my letters to make 'anesthesiology'. Score 43 points."
Dawn and Prism gaped at him as Dash looked mildly impressed.
"Is that even allowed?" Dawn asked.
"That's not allowed. Mom, tell him that's not allowed."
"How do you even have enough letters for that?!"
"This is why nobody likes to play with you," Prism huffed, still moping about his one point.
"Oh, just because I'm smarter than both of you-"
"MOM!" Dawn and Prism complained.
Dash simply raised her eyebrows. "Kiddos, this sounds like a you problem, not a me problem."
Prism flipped the board.
"I'm still bored." Prism said.
"Well it's your fault, stupid. You're too immature to play Scrabble."
"I hate you both," Dawn crossed her forelegs.
"No you don't. You know you love us really," Sunny rolled his eyes for what seemed like the fifth time in three minutes.
"No, its true. She really doesn't like us," Prism said shrugging, then turned to address his sister. "I've read your diary. Or, rather, a vent-book."
"You read my diary?"
"Well, at first, I thought it was a very sad, hoof-written book-"
"I hate you."
"Love you too."
"What about poetry?" Dawn exclaimed, jumping up from her seat. "That's a good way to cure boredom!"
"I'm not bored, only you two are. Because you have nothing interesting to do with your lives." Sunny said from his textbook.
"Hmm... okay, what about this," Dawn cleared her throat dramatically.
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
If I had a brick,
I'd throw it at you!" She blew a sweet kiss in Prism's direction.
"Well, roses are red,
Violets are blue,
A face like yours,
Belongs in a zoo,
But don't be sad,
I'll be there too!
Not in a cage, duh,
But laughing at you." Prism sneered back.
"Hah! Take that Sunny," he turned towards his brother. "I told you I was intell- intelle-"
"Intellectual?" Sunny raised an eyebrow.
"Exactly," Prism smirked.
"Huh. Well, what about this," Sunny inhaled.
"Shut up both of you-
Here's something new:
Violets are violet,
Not fucking blue."
"Woah, language little bro," Prism chuckled. "Stop fucking swearing!"
"You both make me despair," Sunny pinched his brow. "I hope you know that."
Dawn smirked. "Oh, we know."
"Hey, what about jokes?" Dawn asked, sitting up from where she had been trying to amuse herself with watercolours, and ending up tearing a hole in the soggy paper.
Prism scoffed, "Oh, Celestia, no Dawn. Your jokes are absolutely horr-"
"Hey, Sunny," Dawn interrupted him, "you know the joke about 'no' and 'me neither', right?"
"No?"
"Me neither!" She burst out laughing as Prism and Sunny shared a look.
"What, you don't get it?" She asked, seeing they weren't laughing.
"No." Prism rolled his eyes.
"Me neither!"
"I mean, it could be worse," Sunny shrugged as Dawn rolled about on the floor. "It wasn't that bad..."
"Please," Prism sneered, "Dawn's the living embodiment of 'it could be worse'. So-"
"Not nice, asshat," Dawn replied, punching him on the side.
"Okay, I'm going up to my room to read. Goodbye, losers."
"Hey," Prism whined indignantly, "Mom said you should try to spend more time with the family, Sunny-"
"Mom also respects my personal space. So I'm going now. Ta ta."
Before he could flounce out the room, Prism seized his foreleg. "If you walk up those stairs, I'm going to spam call your telephone until it drives you mad."
Sunny rolled his eyes. "Then I'll just switch it off."
Dawn gasped then, vibrant curls flopping back over her face as she pressed both hooves to her cheeks.
"I've just had the most funnest, amazing idea ever..."
Sunny and Prism simply glanced at each other dubiously.
"Alright...?"
"Hey Cori... look, I'm really sorry to have to tell you this way, but something bad happened to Prism yesterday."
Sunny held the phone up to his ear, frowning sadly.
"He... he um... well, I get a little choked up talking about it actually. Anyway, he hit his head on a tree branch, suffered a severe concussion, bashed his pre-frontal cortex... and he has amnesia. Can't remember a thing."
"Is he crying? Is he crying?" Prism hissed, from where him and Dawn were rolling silently on the floor with laughing.
"A little," Sunny whispered back, smirking. "Not really."
Prism frowned, jumped up, and snatched the phone out of Sunny's head.
"You stone cold BITCH!" He yelled, "You should be SOBBING! WAILING! WAILING, I SAY!"
They all burst into laughter as Prism slammed the phone down.
"Oh, man, I could just picture the look on his face!" Prism wheezed.
Sunny pulled his face into a reluctant grin. "You know what, hanging out with you two idiots isn't as bad as I thought it would be."
"Wow, high praise," Dawn rolled her eyes, but was beaming nonetheless.
"Yeah, yeah," Prism rolled his eyes, somewhat fondly. "Now let call Twilight!"