Waking up I get out of bed and started washing this pitiful meat sack of a body, thankfully when I designed this body I made sure it doesn’t experience any mental or physical tiredness due to some specific modifications to the hypothalamus, unfortunately, this body has an extremely difficult time when experiencing arousal as a side effect. After going through my “normal” morning routine for the upkeep of this body. I made my way downstairs and ordered some whisky on the rocks. I got a strange look but they obliged. Whilst sipping on the nectar of the gods another patron comes through the door, nothing strange, but what does catch my eyes is when they start communicating to the keep with a series of gestures and hushed words.
‘Intriguing, is there perhaps an underground society here in this town or perhaps this country?’
Whilst thinking about this they completed their exchange and the other left. Finishing my whisky I give the glass back to the keep and purchase the entire bottle to drink while I wander around town.
A couple of hours later
I had been wandering around the town for a little while now, thankfully no one had bothered me. Maybe those six spread around how I made Ms. Sparkle cry or maybe I just gave off an unfriendly atmosphere in general. Anyways it didn’t bother me in the slightest, I was used to being somewhat isolated anyhow so I went to the library (or treebary I don't know) and used one of their tables to start drawing out blueprints for various pieces of machinery from toys and household appliances to armor and extinction-level weapons. I eventually heard someone coming down the stairs when a thought struck me. Didn’t the locals say Ms. Sparkle lived here with her assistant? I slowly heard the steps behind me stop, turning around I found myself face to face with a baby dragon?
“Hey there,” I said with a smile.
“What are you doing here?” He asked me with a slight glare.
“Oh is this not a public library like everyone else said? I questioned.
He rolled his eyes and muttered something before continuing on his way into what I believe is the kitchen.
Turning back around I continue drawing out the schematic for a Franxx that does not need a female interface. Not too long after the little drake had finished whatever he was doing in the kitchen I heard someone else coming down the stairs, before slowly coming to a stop behind me and then eventually moving on into the kitchen. Where the following conversation ensued.
“Spike!” She whispered with a slight quiver in her tone.
“Twilight we live in a public library now, not a private one like back in Canterlot,” Spike whispered back.
“But-” She started.
“Look Twilight,” Spike cut in, “ If it's such a big deal go ask him to leave or something.”
*sigh*
Twilight walked in and stared at me for a while, I eventually grew tired of this and just confronted her.
Whipping around I confronted her, “Are you just going to stand there gawking at me, or are you going to ask me to leave as Spike said?”
Her voice hitched “Yo-you heard that?”
I nodded slightly before motioning for her to sit down next to me.
She looked a bit miffed but sat down.
It was awkward, as soon as she sat down she stared at an empty spot on the table and didn't say anything, so I initiated the “apology.”
“Do you understand what you did wrong?” I asked
“Yes,” she squeaked out.
“And what did you do wrong?”
“I-I tried entering your room without permission and got upset when you yelled at me for almost committing a crime,” she whispered.
“Good, at least you understand where you went wrong,” I said with a slight smile, “But I will not accept an apology as words mean little if they aren't backed by actions, next time do better and use that brain of yours alright?”
“Thank you!” She yelled, giving me a quick hug.
My face scrunched up slightly from the hug but I let her hug me for a small while before pushing her away.
“Please never do that again,” I said with some annoyance creeping into my voice.
She smiled sheepishly, “Sorry.”
I muttered a few chosen words before going back to my blueprints. Unfortunately, Twilight trotted right over and started assaulting me with questions.
“What are those?’ She asked.
“Blueprints,” I promptly stated.
“Of what?”
“Stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?”
“Complicated.”
This went back and forth for a while before she finally gave up and stomped upstairs.
“What was that about?” The small drake asked.
“She got frustrated that I wasn't answering her questions how she wanted me to answer them.”
“Oh.”
I started packing up my stuff and putting it in my subspace. Spike raised an eyebrow.
“You've got a subspace?” He asked surprised.
“Yeah.”
“Impressive.”
“How so?” I asked.
“Only exceptional unicorns can cast and maintain that spell, or at least that's what twilight tells me.”
“Ok.” I replied indifferently, “Bye.”
“See ya.”
Making my way through town I'm greeted by a few of the townsfolk to which I greet them back after all there's no need to be rude. I asked a few of them where I could find Mrs. Holiday and Mrs. Lofty, and after a small while, I arrived at their quaint little home and knocked on the door.
Opening the door Mrs. Holiday exclaimed, “Ah hello Mr. Skies, what are you doing here?”
“I've come to see if you have received confirmation from Scootaloo's parents.”
“We sent the letter not too long ago, so I doubt they've got it yet.”
“Ah, I see no problem.”
“Would you like to come in for tea?” She asked, gesturing for me to come in.
“Unfortunately I had planned to continue with the experiments I brought with me today, perhaps at another time?”
“Oh that's alright, we can have to at another time.” She replied, shrugging it off.
“Thank you for understanding,” I said before making my way back to the inn.
Going back to my base I continue working on project OVERLORD, by using necromancy, a dash of some psionic magic, and a hint of eldritch I succeeded in making a spell that would truly awaken my subjects.
“Ma-Master?” The small browns goblin asked as its eyes opened.
An evil smile adorned my face, things were gonna get busy very busy.