Granite has finally gotten to leave the attic for the stunt he pulled. He said goodbye to Brownie Bits and walked out the door. After about an hour of aimless wandering tears start to form. He breakdowns in an alley and crys his eye's out. Two of the local bullies see him in his moment of weakness.
"Eey whassa matter wit' chu yah lil' foal?" The one to my right says.
"Yea wuts gotcha down yah crybaby?" His partner says.
They both laugh...
The one on the right pulls out a slicing knife.
Granite doesn't care what they do, he could be left dead in this alley and nopony would care...
Jaxler woke up inside an empty barrel of booze. He got out and found his crossbow was sticking out of the ground. He walked over and picked it up and scanned his surroundings, somehow he ended up in a dark alley and there appeared to be three figures off in the distance.
"Wha... Shit, what the hell did he get himself into this time."
Jaxler put a bolt in his crossbow and flew as fast as he could over to the end of the alley. When reached his destination he found Granite in a pool of tears and two larger foals, one of whom had a knife. Jaxler then said without a hint of emotion "Ya know, civilians aren't supposed to have weapons, you might poke your eye out" and pointed his crossbow at the knife wielding bully's head.
Granite's life flashes before his eyes, outgrowing his favorite blanket, his first word, his first drink of alcohol, his second drink of alcohol, Brownie Bits' first words, his new sister...
Through his tears Granite sees a red maned pegasus come out of a barrel and approach the bullies.
It's Jaxler! He thought, a single shred of hope came into his mind.
The two bullies run off scared as he raises his crossbow.
Granite momentarily pulls himself together. "H-hey Jaxler. How was your day?"
"Well, Horrible. I wake up and see two dumb-asses about to gut you like a fish. Now I have to talk to their parents and inform Partisan that there was an attempted murder committed by two foals and then I'll probably have to beat the snot out of em... are you crying? Don't tell me they hurt you."
"No they didn't hurt me." He gets up.
"I was thinking and found myself in this alley, then they showed up. I thought about the short and crappy-ness of my life. That caravan haunts me to this day. I almost caused a war and I sure as hell put a dent in our economy! I am perhaps the worst big brother alive, I mean I have to be an example for Brownie Bits and Wisteria, I don't want to know what example I set. I pity their future if they follow it."
Granite pauses and then it all comes out.
"I AM THE WORST CITIZEN OF DAWNPICK! EVERPONY IS ASHAMED OF ME AND HATES MY GUTS!!! AND I AM A FAILURE TO MY FAMILY!!!"
"Your not the worst. All you did was buck up, and trust me we all buck up every once in a while. You pissed off a caravan, and I walked past Barely two minutes before he gets decapitated. We all have our screw ups, it's not like your worse then everypony else."
"Okay, I feel slightly better now... I just made a mistake, only a mistake, it will go away eventually."
Granite takes a few deep breaths and stops crying. "Thanks Jaxler."
"I'm going to wander aimlessly some more..."
"fine, but remember I got the day off so if ya want to share a drink later just ask"
Granite feels more joyful when he heard Jaxler's response.
"You have the day off?! Why didn't you say so?! LET'S GO!!!"
"Great." And with that the two head off.