It hadn't been more than ten minutes after Mark said he would help me, and I could easily hear his bear-like snores reasonating from the livingroom. Oh, did I mention that I was bored? No? Well then, allow me to enunciate my current state of mind. I was idly spinning in my computer chair singing "I'm a little teapot." Yeah, it was that bad. Pondering my options, I decided to ask my "guardian angel" for help.
"Brain, I'm bored, what should I do?"
Pandora.
"Pandora?" Spinning around in my chair once again, I stopped myself at my desk and stared at my closed laptop. "Pandora." I smirked in agreement. My laptop, covered in various stickers, and other ornamental decorations that adorned my desk. Such as; a small stuffed elephant, a Pinkie Pie toy, and my recently drawn colored pencil picture of my favorite little fire starting maniac. The Pyro. If you don't know who the Pyro is, I'm sure you can catch on pretty quick. I gave off a small smile, as I looked at my Acer, and nudged it open with my hoof. Prominently, I clicked the power button and heard the singnature start up sound of my pc. I then placed both hooves around my mouse and hovered the cursor over the internet explorer icon, clicking the mouse button with the tip of my hoof, opening up Pandora. (Luckily I set Pandora as my homepage, so whenever I wanted to listen to music, it was just a click away.) Donning my old, yet realiable headset, I couldn't help but feel at peace. Hours of my free time has gone into listening to large varietys of music, especially rock, pop, and a wee bit of country. Like the sound of angels playing harps, I heard the slow piano intro to my favorite song.
"It starts with one thing, I don't know why..." I let the steady bass drums, and daring guitar solos take me. I was in my own place now, my own realm. Blissfully, I rocked my head to the beat of my jams.
*??? Hours Later*
I lost track of time. That's the simple way to put it. Plus, I was rocking out, doing an air guitar on my swivel chair, so I didn't really care what time it was. Oh and something was ringing, but I didn't really care.
Ring, ring ring. Ring, ring ring.
I lied, it was bothering me. "What do you want?!" My eyes shot open and looked at my computer screen. "Oh. Someone is callin' Tony on Skype!" So, I might have forgotten I was a pony, because I ended up ramming my hoof into my mouse and sent it skidding across my desk and made it hit the wall with a loud thunk!. I could practically hear the voice in my head laughing his non-existant ass off.
Ring, ring, ring.
"Shut up, Skype! I'm trying to get my clicker!" Scrambling for my mouse, but it was just out of my reach. "Awww, c'mon!" I could almost reach it too! "GET OVER HERE!" Something flashed infront of me and my eyes were slammed shut, but at this point I was too busy letting my mane burst into flames to care. (I'm being dead serious, my mane was on fire!)
You need to calm the hell down, bro.
I let the imaginary words sink in and began to feel my muscles slacken. Taking my own advice, I slowed my breathing, until I could no longer hear my heart pounding on the inside of my chest like a kettle drum. There was also a slight sizzling sound, but that's besides the matter. Because I got my mouse! Not only that, but it was coated in a pretty glowing white light. Wait...
"Holy shichst. I'm using magic." I was using magic! Can you believe it?! That's pretty damn awesome! It's like I'm holding the mouse, without touching it! Okay, I gotta say that this is the most euphoric thing I have ever felt! I could feel the plastic of the mouse, yet I wasn't physically touching it. Is this how magic works? I think about holding something, and I just do it? This is friggin' amazing. Oh and a special thanks goes to a very special person for teaching me that word. It's a very nice substitute for its profane counterpart.
Ring, ring, ring.
Oh, right, Skype! Who was calling me, anyways? Micheal? Oh, my gamer/brony buddy. I moved the mouse across my desk magically by thinking of it sliding and clicked the answer button.
"Tonaaay!" Ow. My little pony ears.
"Miiiicheeal!" I responded with just as much glee.
...
"Micheal?" Why wasn't he saying anything?
"Hey, T-Tony, are you ok? You sound funny."
Oh, for lucks sake.
"Just a bit-" I stifled a small cough, and depening my voice in the process. "bit sick is all."
"Right on, man. Hope you get well soon."
Oh thank you, Celestia! He bought it! Good thing too, I never really was that good at lying.
"Thanks man," Another fake cough. "I'll talk to you sometime else."
"Hey, wait a minute, brudda." He said with a lick of suspicion on his words.
Oh no...
"You wanna play some Minecraft? Maybe a quick game will help you get better!"
Well, I just learned how to use basic magic. Why not make the first thing I do with my newly found skill playing a few games with my buddy Micheal?
"Yeah, sure man." I said as I strained to keep my voice deep.
"Allriiight man, let's do this!" He replied enthusiastically.
And so, my friend Micheal and I played Minecraft, while I continued to learn how to manipulate objects by thinking about their movements.
*Two Hours and Thirty-Nine minutes later*
"Book it, man! Skele-bros, comin' in hot!" We were running as fast as our little virtual legs could take us, trying to get home as night fell. It felt like we only started playing ten minutes ago, but time seemed to fly by as we laughed and cried through our adventures in Minecraftia. I could easily hear Micheal laughing as hard as his lungs would allow, stopping for a brief moment to breathe.
"Tony, that was a close one! Those mobs were hot on our heels," he gasped, while trying to recover from his fit of laughter.
"You got that right my man, but we made it. Safe and sound." I had already dropped the deep-voice act an hour ago, but Micheal didn't seem to notice. I guess he was to caught up with the "we need as many diamonds as we can possibly get" routine.But, I digress. I gotta love Micheal. He's always the one to cheer me up with his funny impressions when I'm feeling down, and can't help but think that it was fate that I met him.
"Yo, Tony. I gotta go, man. Mom needs me for some stuff. Stay frosty," and it was over. Just like that. The call ended, and so did the game. Now I'm alone again, boredom already starting to set in.
Well, what now?
I thought about this question for a moment. Just then, a spark of genius hit me like a sucker-punch. "It's Team Fortress time."
I hate to admnit it, but I'm a TF2 junkie. I love the game, and love the good times I have while playing it. Maybe I get too hype about the game, yelling and hollering, but that's just how I roll! After logging in, and joining my favorite server, I let my gamers instincs take over.
*Twenty Minutes of Gaming Later*
"Move it up, go go go!" I was screaming into my microphone, rallying my team as we steamrolled red team into submission. Playing Pyro, I was taking the lead, deflecting any incoming rockets on our advancing forces. "Medic over here and charge me, now!" I took the initiative, storming in, taking out their defenses, mowing down their soliders, and decimating every moving thing I saw. "Suck on that, you morons!"
"Urah!" We won. Simple as that, game set and match. After a well deserved high-five from the medic, and a hoof pump into the air, I relaxed in my chair. It was a pretty intense game, and after that win, I was ready to take it easy. Enough gaming for one day. I still need to get to the big apple.
An apple sounds pretty good right about now, doesn't it?
Ignoring my thoughts, I jumped off of my chair and strolled down the hall to the living room. "I better see if Mark is ready to go." I turned the corner and stopped, mouth agape for what I saw. "Mark is still asleep. How the hell am I going to get to New York?! Guess it's time to take matters into my own hooves."
Better start walking.
"Agreed. Alright, Tony. You're going to need supplies for the trip. Get a bag or something to take with you." With a sharp look to my left, I saw one of my moms purses hanging on the wall. "I'm sure she won't mind if I borrow it. It's not like I'm taking anything from in it. So, it's technically not stealing!"
Way to go, slugger. You had a good idea.
"Gee, thanks." I proceeded to slipping the handbag off of the hook it resided on, and slipped it over my own shoulder. After a quick adjustment to the strap and emptying the contents of said purse on the coffee table, I galloped into my room to grab any nesisiscary supplies. "Lets see here, fifty dollars, incase I may need to make any purchases, my camera, my phone, and my stuffed elephant." (I love that thing, no way am I leaving it here.) I thought that was all I was going to need, but my legs carried me to the restroom and I found my self levitating a couple other things into my bag. "Definetly going to need some eyeliner, maybe some blush." Nothing out of the ordinary. "Ooo lala! I will most certainly need some mascarra for the road, and maybe some ruby red lipstick!"
Think about what you just grabbed. Seriously.
"What are you talking about?" I said is a rather posh voice. "I'm only grabbing the essentials!" I closed the rather cute handbag and walked into the living room once again. "So long Mark! I'm off to save the world!"
I got a loud snore in response.
"I better leave a note for him before I go." Levitating a sheet of paper and a pencil, I started writing a fare-well note.
Dearest, Mark.
Since you have failed to assist me in my time of need. I am going to New York myself. I hope you find that once you read this letter, I will be on my way to save the world. -With love, Anthonie.
Taking a piece of tape, I stuck the paper on Marks forehead. Maybe he will see it when he wakes up.
IF he wakes up.
"Alright world, here comes Rarity!" Storming out my front door, I felt lifted up, as if my hooves weren't touching the ground. Oh, wait, that was me falling down a flight of stairs to the street below. "Well, that started off swimmingly." There was a sudden taste of copper in my mouth. I looked at the ground, and a drop of crimson liquid hit the pavement.
Welcome to the real world, Anthonie.
Authors Note: A nice long chapter for all you readers. I had alot of time to work on this chapter, since i planned to post it yesterday, but the power went out, so you can enjoy it today! Oh, and happy Halloween.