Bubbles
An anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction
Florist?
You kill everything you touch.
Waiter?
Bad at remembering people's orders.
Music assistant?
The only thing you know about music is how to listen to it.
Chef?
The most gourmet thing you can make is ramen noodles from scratch.
Mailman?
Can't memorize routes.
Mover?
Not very strong.
You let out a big sigh as you let your head hit the table you were at, careful not to hit your soda.
“What's wrong?” Derpy asked. You sit up and rub your forehead and let out another sigh.
“It's hard as hell to find a job in this town,” you say crumpling up the newspaper in front of you. You got back from Canterlot two days ago and you've been trying to find a job ever since. Being a temporary busboy won't get you very far, and you would need a better job.
“Ah, well I think Zecora is looking for an assistant, you could ask her.”
“Nah, I don't know too much about potions and I’m not exactly the most fit,” you say, taking a drink of your soda, taking in your surroundings.
You were sitting at a small table in the middle of an outside restaurant, waiting for Vinyl, who was late to the lunch you all had rearranged. A waiter had come by twice but you both refused to order without Vinyl, so you only ordered drinks. You had a Dr. Pony and Derpy had a Mountain Do.
“Hmm,” Derpy hummed into her drink. She scanned the street looking for Vinyl. She quickly put down her drink and stood up.
“Vinyl! Over here!” she yelled out, waving her arm to catch Vinyl's attention. A few patrons looked at Derpy with a questionable look but didn't pay her any mind.
A few seconds a slightly sweaty DJ dropped in the remaining chair around your table.
“Sorry about that...” she said, panting and taking off her glasses to wipe the lens, “...Octy had me pick up a few things that she just had to have,” she rolled her eyes and put her shades on again.
“It's whatever,” you say, waving over a waiter. The waiter came quickly with a notepad at the ready.
“Are you ready to order?”
“Yes, can I get the Tomato soup and Grilled cheese sandwich?” you ask.
“Can you make that two?” Derpy asked.
“May as well make that three, and a Mountain Do,” Vinyl added.
“Certainly,” the waiter said before turning to the kitchens.
“So what did I miss?” Vinyl asks, scratching her nose.
“Not much, just some complaining,” Derpy says with a smirk towards you.
“You know, I find it a completely necessary complaint,” you say with a shrug.
“Uh huh, keep telling yourself that,” Derpy said, taking a drink of her drink.
“I will.”
“What complaint?” Vinyl asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Me trying to find a job.”
“Oh... You're right, that is something to complain about.”
“See?” Derpy just rolled her eyes.
“Need some help?” Vinyl asked.
“Sure, whatchu got?”
“Well, what is your special talent?”
“Um, I don't know, fixing electronics I suppose,” you say, scratching your cheek.
“Really? Well there you go!” Vinyl exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air.
You only raise an eyebrow.
“Haven't you seen my ad?” you only shake your head. Vinyl sighs loudly and grabs the crumpled up newspaper and smooths it out. She flips through the pages until she gets to the page she was looking for. “See? My ad.”
You look closely to where her finger was pointing and found an extremely small ad. You had to squint to even make out the title.
“Could you have made it any smaller?” you ask, pulling back.
“Hey! That only cost me one bit for the whole month!”
“Whatever, what does it say anyway, I can't read it.”
“It's announcing a new add onto my store: an appliance repair station! The only problem is I can't find anypony who is qualified for it and it's a little boring to me,” Vinyl said with a big sigh. The waiter returned with the food and drink. Vinyl immediately dropped her Grilled Cheese sandwich into her soup and started to poke at it with her spoon, her tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth.
“Alright, do I need to set up an interview with you?” you ask, taking a bite out of your sandwich. Vinyl momentarily abandoned her soup and sandwich.
“Why not now?”
“Well, alright.”
“Ok! First question: Do you like waffles?”
“Yeah, I like waffles.”
“Do you like pancakes?”
“Yeah, I like pancakes.
“Do you like Prench toast?
“Yeah, I like Prench toast.”
“Do-do-do-do, can't wait to get a mouthful!” you both shout simultaneously with goofy grins on your face. Derpy just looks at the two of you like you lost your minds.
“You're hired!”
“Really? That easy?”
“That easy,” Vinyl said going back to her soup. “Just show up tomorrow at 9 and I’ll show you to your stations and what not.”
“Alright, cool.”
“Hehe, I'm going to work you so hard,” Vinyl giggled to herself.
“Why do I suspect that it was a bad choice to agree to work for Vinyl Scratch?” you ask Derpy who had a small smile on her face. She shrugged her shoulders and went back to dipping her sandwich in her soup.
~~~
“About time you're here,” Vinyl said as you walked through the door. She was putting stuff on the shelves.
“Yup, so what first?”
“First, we need to get you a uniform,” she stood up and stretched her back. “Follow me.”
You followed her to the back rooms and she led you to a room in the very back. It was a small room and it had three lockers on one wall and a pile of electric blue vests in a box.
“Take one of those two lockers,” Vinyl pointed to the last two lockers then pointed to the box of vests, “and take a vest. Meet me back in the store when you're done.” With that Vinyl left.
You chose the locker on the far end and picked up a vest. It felt very soft and light, upon closer inspection you can see three diamonds on the inside of the collar. You slipped it on and buttoned it up to you chest level. You didn't need to put anything in your locker so you went back into the main store area. You found Vinyl fiddling with the cash register.
“I'm done Vinyl,” you say, getting her attention.
“Alright good, now I need you to familiarize yourself with the store so you can point ponies in the right direction when they need it, alright?”
“Alright.”
~~~
It wasn't a big store so it didn't take more than half an hour to figure out where everything was. You walked back to Vinyl's office where she was playing music and sipping a big cup of coffee, she feet on her desk.
“Hey Vinyl, I’m done,” you say. You had to raise your voice to be heard over the music. Vinyl turned it down.
“Alright, come with me,” she said heading back to the main store. She led you to the cash register. “Do you know how to work one of these?”
“Yeah.”
“Good, now I like this store to have some good music going, so over here,” she scooted over to the speaker that had a laptop behind it, “is where I’m trusting you to play some decent music. Play some music from your MP3 Player, I loaded the songs onto my laptop so just go to the music and play something. Got it?”
“Yeah I got it.”
“Good, now I’m going to go back to my office to do boss stuff.”
“Sleep?”
“Like I said, boss stuff. Now if anypony comes to get something repaired, I have a bunch of manuals in one of the back rooms with the tools needed to fix them. I don't have a proper station set up so you're going to have to do it on this counter. Okay?”
“Yeah I got it, now how much do I charge?”
“Here, use this to help you,” Vinyl said as she reached under the counter and pulled out a laminated paper. It had a list of prices on it. “Any more questions?”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Alright, don't buck up,” Vinyl said as she disappeared behind the curtain.
You took a deep breath and walked over to the laptop. You navigated through her music and found a folder that was labeled “Alien Music”. You opened it and found that she really did copy all of your songs. You scrolled through the albums and selected Eiffel 65 Europop album and let it play.
~~~
You were sitting at the counter, playing a game on your phone, when Vinyl came out. She let out a big yawn and stretched her arms above her head.
“So, how's business?” Vinyl asked, rubbing her eyes.
“Uh, it's not that bad I suppose. Someone came in needing a laptop screen replaced, that was the highlight of my day so far,” you say, scratching your chin.
“Huh, wanna get some lunch?” Vinyl asked, looking at her watch.
“Sure I was getting hungry anyways,” you say. You turn off your game and slip your phone back in your pocket. “Where are we going?” you asked as the two of you stepped outside.
“Eh, we gotta get Lyra, I promised to hang out with her for lunch. I was planning on letting her decide.”
“Alright, let's go.”
The two of you walk down the street and turn onto another, then another. A few minutes of walking later and the two of you came upon a brightly colored store. The two of you walked in and you noticed all of the candies that lined the walls in jars, bowls, bags, and what not. You could pretty much deduce that you were in a candy store.
“Yo Lyra!” Vinyl yelled from your side. A few seconds later and said mare came from a backroom wearing a ridiculous looking apron. It was bright yellow with purple frills on it. Both Vinyl and yourself snickered at the site of it.
“Shut up! Bon Bon's making me wear this stupid thing,” Lyra huffed with a light red to her cheeks as she crossed her arms.
“Sorry, sorry,” Vinyl said giggling a little, “you ready for lunch?”
“Yeah, let me just tell Bon Bon and get this damn thing off,” Lyra said, turning back to the door she came from. A few minutes later and Lyra reappeared. “Lets go.”
“Wait Lyra!” you heard a somewhat familiar voice yell. You turn to the door that Lyra came from and saw Bon Bon in the same ridiculous apron that Lyra was wearing.
“Yeah Bon Bon?” Lyra asked. Bon Bon tossed Lyra a bad of bits.
“I need a couple of bags of sugar, we're almost out.”
“Sure thing, anything else?”
“Nah, I’m good. It's good to see you again,” she said to you. You nod you head to her and smile.
The three of you left and started to walk down the street. Lyra and Vinyl started to talk to each other so you put on your headphones and played some music, you also started to observe the weather, because you had nothing else to do.
It was sunny, with a few clouds in the air. It was nice and cool, but when ever there was a breeze you couldn't help but feel cold. You guessed it was turning to fall. Though it was just the start of summer on your world, so you guessed that the time zones were different. Twilight would probably want to know. Another thing about this world is that it had a sort of calm to it. Something that just made you feel as though you were in a perfect world. Something that made you not entirely want to go back home. Of course you knew you had to go back home. You had people counting on you for things. You think. You're pretty sure you had people that needed you for something, but whenever you try to think of what that could be, you find yourself drawing a blank. You just shrug it off. You needed to get home. That was that. You don't belong here.