//------------------------------// // chapter 3 // Story: At the precipice of truth // by The Drifting Bard //------------------------------// Chapter 3: inspiring accidents After what seemed to be a few hours of sleep, I was awoken by three fillies shouting at the top of their voices “CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS MUSICIANS! YAY” They knocked on the door, little do they know, I jumped out of the window. I landed in a bale of hay, lucky me. My guitar was still up there, not so lucky. “He’s not in here” one voice said “Awwhh dayng it” another younger southern accent sounded off. “Hey, Sweetie bell, Applebloom, he’s going into town, lets catch him” the last filly spoke with such attitude. They took off to track me down, the little buggers. I ran as fast as I could, and found myself hiding in Rarity’s shop. “Ah, Trigger, what a pleasant surprise” she said with a smile. Before she could say anything else, “no time to talk, HIDE ME!!!” I cowered behind her. The CMC ran past the boutique. “Safe again” I relaxed. “Actually, while im here could you make something for me? I know you’d expect some form of payment, but-” “Say no more, Trigger, you can just pay me with a song” I deadpanned “seriously?” She smiled “yes, seriously” I asked her to make me a coat in a similar style to a great coat In a red color. She grinned, “this should be easy, let me just take a few measurements” after what seemed like 3 hours, she walked out, “here you go, that’ll be one song please” she giggled, she saw the glint in my eye. “‘Spose I’ll just sing for you, no guitar strings heh” “There’s a piano there in the corner you know?” she pointed out. “Wow, never thought I’d use one of these again” I sat at the piano with my hooves poised and ready, the sounds of smooth jazz started to float in my ears, pressing down on each of the keys; I felt a tingle of nostalgia. “My dear, what’s wrong?” she placed her hoof on my shoulder, little did I know it, but I was crying. “It’s nothing Rarity, just some old memories resurfacing from when I was…its nothing” I continued playing. “I did say I would sing” Suddenly as if on cue a colt walked in, he was a strange colt, “hello doctor” Rarity said with a smile, the doctor looked at me for a moment, “he’s not from around here is he?” “nope, but I have something for the both of you” I said happily, unbeknownst to the time-colt which as everyone knows, is obviously not from equestrian either I started to play a little ditty in my head and sprung to life. “this ones called regenerate me” the Doctor glared at my song choice I started to play the familiar song. …you will know me, by the big blue box but you will never know my face during the course of the song, the doctor had been exchanging looks of both shock, glee and confusion. Regenerate me Exterminate me Regenerate me The song had ended, “well, that was… strange to say the least, I’ll see you later then… Trigger was it?” “Yes it was, goodbye doctor” I replied Rarity out of the blue kissed me on the cheek. “Rarity,” she looked at me, she could see that it bothered me to be put on the spot like that “its okay Trigger, you just need time, here take it” she smiled, I put the coat on “By the gods!,” I shouted, “This is absolutely divine!” I confused everypony. “You like it?” she asked “Like it? Its perfect, thank you” with that last thank you, I took off. The great coat was billowing in the wind. “Hey!” I heard a shout, turned round to see a little dragon, A little angry dragon “Spike? nice to meet ya, im” “Trigger Cocktail, I know, you’re also a musician” he glared at me. “I sense you don’t like me that much after Rarity just kissed me on the cheek, not that I’m complaining, but dude, lighten up, I already know you have a little crush on her, and I won’t get in your way” his facial expressions where all over the place, he didn’t know what to think. “Trigger…” he looked to me “And besides, I’m not good enough for her” I patted him on the head, and got distracted. “Ooo Music shop, must find guitar strings” I walked in. “Okay, what the hay just happened, there I was just about to chew him out and he does that, I am really confused” spike muttered to himself as he walked off. I fumbled around looking through each section of the shop, “can I help you sir?” came a voice from behind the counter. I looked her up and down, smiled when I noticed the C-mark “another musical pony, just who I needed” I beamed “again, can I help you sir?” the mare repeated herself. So much for good customer relations. “Yes, im looking for some Nylon acoustic guitar strings” I stated. She looked at me, like a cow looks at an oncoming train. I deadpanned, “I’ll be back” I walked out of the store, head hung low. Suddenly a grey flash of awkwardness shot past into a tree. “You aright? Sheesh, that looked like it hurt… a lot” I helped her up, she opened her eyes, “hi I’m the mail mare, I’ve been looking for you… you are Trigger Cocktail? Aren’t you?” I nodded “My dear, I couldn’t help noticing you have an eye defect, are you sure you should be flying?” I asked her, worried for her health, but my question was met with a flow of tears. “oh, I’m … ah… fuck… Trigger Cocktail, you’ve really done it now,” I looked at the crying pony, and just hugged her “I’m… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything, I do something right and then do something stupid,” she looked at me for a moment “no, no its okay, you were just worried, but its nice to know someone cares, my names Ditzy Doo, please to make your acquaintance, here’s your letter” With that she sped off. I smiled to myself, she was pretty awkward, but she seemed to be fine from that little collision with a tree. I carried on walking, and was lost in my thoughts for quite a while. I realized that prior to my current existence as a pony, my existence as a human was … unfulfilled. I guess I must have been a loner, attempting to surround myself is difficult when nearly everything you do is judged by others. I felt a little bit pissed off. I finally reached where I was going, it was the farm. “Ah see you met the mail-mare, Trigger” Applejack giggled “How could you tell” I asked, while raising an eyebrow at the giggling heap of orange and yellow. “You have a muffin on yer back”