Towns and cities were bustling with stores, buildings, and all sorts of generic one story homes. But the key word is were as now these once shiny and blooming with potential cities have been damaged and destroyed. No longer were there nice sunny days to grace the world or beautiful serine waters to gaze upon, but damp, dark, and dreary days were the only things to look forward towards.
Still normality once again took suit as everyone became used to the depressing lifestyle. Buildings, stores and homes came into existence again. With the now terrible lifestyle running rampid, criminals also ran swiftly throughout towns stealing and hurting and just plainly being a menace to society. Eventually this problem was combated as any criminal to show their true colors were to be banished to the wastelands, where the original destruction of the world took place.
And about a couple blocks past the dirty and decrepit doughnut store was an abandoned office building home to four nasty criminals. This is their story-
"Ow! What was that for!" He glanced around the run-down scenery. All he could see as he sat at his office desk were rocks, dirt, and wet ceilings until looking up the twisted face of his friend popped up from the other side of the barrier surrounding his own desk.
"Oh, I just felt like it. You know with the title you got on your back I shouldn't even be talking with you."
"Yeah and I wish I wasn't the only one with my title, besides you say that all the time, you dried up lego brick." He went back to work on his paperwork gathering inspiration to continue on from the other numerous objects placed on his desk, but annoyingly to him his friend kept on yammering.
"Your insults can't hurt me Jordan!"
Jordan let out an exasperated sigh. "Yeah, I know they can't... Micheal."
"You know I'm just messing with you! We all have our own titles and we all did our own messed up things to have us thrown into this hell hole. Like holy shit this place is horrible."
"Can you guys stop cursing! It makes me very uncomfortable and you guys know that!" He shouted from about 3 spaced out office desks away.
Micheal shouted back, "Never! You can't control me!"
"How did you even hear us?"
"That's a good point Jordan," Micheal said in agreeance.
"Well if you take my name Herald and mix up the letters a bit you get Hearld."
"BOOOO!"
"Ah come on Micheal it wasn't that bad! I mean if you take my name, get rid of J, r, and n. Then add the letters T, H, W, S, G, P, and U and sometimes maybe add a second or third of the same letter to my name. Arrange them into a specific order you would get... That was good pun."
"Jordan... don't encourage the guy."
"I'm going back to my paper work."
"Same here."
Jordan and Herald went straight back to work, while Micheal was struggling to combat the waves of boredom striking him down as he stared down at his paper work. But then he stood up.
"Why do we have to do this again?"
"Bro! CaN I jUsT dO My WoRK?!" Jordan screeched.
"Can it, we've been doing this for how long now?"
"5 months Micheal."
"Exactly! Don't we deserve a break?"
"Sure, go tell the boss that."
Micheal sat back down into deep thought. He's been here for 5 months and not once has he asked the boss for anything... there was no way he was going to start now.
"Jordan you do it."
"WHAT?!"
"I said you do it."
"I don't wanna ask for a vacation or something! I'm going to make this day 20% more freighting than it already is!"
"Jordan, if it gets Micheal to sit down and stop bothering us then you should probably go ahead and do it. Plus maybe you can actually convince him with your unique and to me uncomprehensible references to that show you like way to much."
"Damn, good insult Herald," Micheal complimented.
"I wasn't trying to insult him."
"You still make a fantastic argument Herald."
Jordan began his trek across the dilapidated room and up the stairs one floor, Occasionally tripping on a chair or maybe just a small boulder as he finally made it to the boss' office. The boss' office that looked just as old as he was.
"Ello there."
"Sup."
An uncomfortable long silence plagued the room as neither one of them choose to speak up.
"I have a question."
"What is it Jimmy boy?"
"Me and the boys were... you know... casually thinking..."
"Mhm, carry on."
"And a interesting idea was brought up."
His eyes widened considerably at the mention of that word interesting. "Ah, interesting. You know me I will take anything interesting into consideration."
"Yep, absolutely. So we would like to..."
"Yesssss, what is it?"
"Have a..."
"Why are you speaking so slow? It's so easy! Just say words!"
"Vacation."
"A- a what now?"
"Vacation, kind of like a long, very long lunch break."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The boss began to wildly bounce around the room screaming his head off over the simple concept of a vacation. In mere moments the neatly stacked papers and orderly feel of the room was shattered as the boss ruined it in a matter of seconds.
"I'm just going to go..." Jordan sprinted down the stairs and quickly plopped down back into the safety of his own work desk.
"Well what did he say?"
"He said AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Of course he did. Let's hope when he calms down and actually thinks it over he'll say yes."
With a sigh of relief Jordan was about to get back to work when-
Ring-a-ding-a-ling.
The sounds of bells chimed echoing and making it's way to the ears of the three boys. "I'll go get it," said Herald walking up to the front door.
"What do you think it'll be this time?"
"Maybe something about Apples?"
"What is with you and apples this week."
"I'm in a apple kind of mood. Apple trees, Apple farms, Apple cider."
"Eh, whatever."
Within seconds of their conversation ending Herald came crashing into the room hollering at the top of his lungs, "WE GOT A SITUATION!" Herald ducked into the corner of his designated work desk cowering in fear.
"What the hell... Jordan you stay here I'm going to see what's up."
In another few seconds Micheal came rushing back to Jordan still maintaining his composure, but a little shaken up.
"Listen, your not gonna want to go out there. And honestly you should not even see what kind of thing is out there. I'm going up to tell the boss and whatever you do stay here."
Jordan stood there with a blank expression on his face wondering what all the hub bub was about. What could this so-called situation be? A murderer? No, we've dealt with them before. A terrorist? No, still not big enough to warrant such a panic. Perhaps it was... no, it couldn't be. No one has seen one of those in such a long time.
Jordan sat down trying to get the thought to escape his head. Unfortunate enough for him his curiosity got the better of him and so he stood up and treaded slowly across the room towards the front door. And one glance at the girl who had stepped into their office building had told him all that he needed to know.
Her hair was brown and mangled. Her face plastered with dirt and dust, with a pair of 3 freckles on each cheek. Her clothes were slightly torn up. But the most notable and important detail was her shirt for it was no ordinary shirt. Straight in the middle of it all was a color drained shirt of the pony Princess Twilight Sparkle. She was not some sort of criminal or dangerous person. She was much worse. She was a...
Pegasister...