“Sunday… fuck it is Sunday isn’t it?” I mumbled to myself as soon as the light from my window hit my eye. “No way I’ll be able to get back to sleep now anyways…” I got out of bed and wobbled over to the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my hair, I’d take a shower now but I’m scared that I’ll pass out. “Coffee first.. Shower later.” Exiting the bathroom I walk down the stairs and see them all passed out in some awkward position… “Scare friends, coffee, and then shower.” I smile.
Walking into the kitchen I grab my air horn off the top of the fridge and go back into the living room. I then turn on my video camera and say, “Well here I am again, friends are passed out and I’m going to use this” I put the air horn in front of the camera, “To gently wake them up.” Slowly, I aim the air horn at them and press down on the button.
HOOOOOONNK!
Each of them screamed and either fell onto the floor, bumped into something, or both. Except Kyle, he just shot up and stood at attention… “Well then. I think we can all agree that those reactions were satisfactory. Now then, I’m going to turn off the camera before it gets broken.” I said to my future viewers and quickly shut off the camera and placed it on the kitchen counter.
Turning around I see that each of them have one of the most horrifying expressions I’ve ever seen. “Give us one reason we shouldn’t shove that camera down your throat…” Issac said with a rage unlike I’ve ever seen.
“Gotta calm them down somehow.. Oh hey I know!”
“It was for Youtubez!” I shouted and pumped my fist in the air.
“Wrong answer.” Kyle said and cracked his neck. They all then took a few steps forward, while I took one back.
“Wait! If you destroy me now, it will only make me stronger!” I shouted again.
“We’ll take that chance.” They all said at more or less the same time. Jordan quickly charged and grabbed my arm, then Chris came and got my left… I was trapped! “Now then… because shoving that camera in your ass would be a painful experience for us all, I vote we give you a fate equal to that of a camera up the ass, what say all of you?” Issac said with a grin.
“Sounds good.” Kyle said with the same grin.
“That oughta learn him.” Zeke laughed.
“An eye for an eye.” Zach began.
“And a tooth for a tooth.” Jordan finished.
“This oughta be good.” Chris chuckled.
“Well this is going to hurt you.” Victor laughed.
An hour later everyone had taken a shower and was fully dressed. But not only did I not get my coffee, but now I think I’m legally deaf in my right ear… “Déjà vu…” I mumbled to myself as I rubbed my ear.
“Stop worrying about your ear Tristan, we all got hit with it too.” Jordan said as he put a cup of coffee in front of me.
“Thanks…” I took the coffee from him and took a quick sip. “Ahhh ya just gotta love French Vanilla…”
“By the way, I finally decided on which OC I would use.” Jordan said as he walked over to the computer station, sat down, and began typing.
“Oh? Which one?” I got up and stood behind him. He opened up a folder named, ‘OC’ and began scrolling before he finally stopped on one. He double clicked the image and brought it up.
“This one. Named him Fortune Caster.” It was a Unicorn colt with a mane and tail that were Light brown, and had a silvery white streak through them. The mane was similar to Pony Joe’s but it was slightly longer and hung a little bit to the left. The eyes were Green with slight blue in some areas. The coat was pale yellow. And the Cutie Mark was Four white stars surrounding a dark brown shield with a silver sword behind it. And I think he photoshoped a pony sized sword in there.
“Wow… that cutie mark is amazing dude! Awesome, you finally chose an OC and named him at that!” I slowly wiped a tear from my eye, “They grow up so fast…”
“Thanks and screw you. Have you picked an OC yet?”
“Well…” I motioned him to move out the chair and, when he did I sat down and brought up a folder named, ‘Tristan OC’ I think that I had 30 or so in here, not sure since I forgot. “It’s a decision between these two.” I closed the picture of his OC, brought up mine and placed them side by side. One was a pitch black Pegasus with a red and blue mane/tail. The mane looked similar to Vinyl Scratch’s while the tail was long and spiky. He had black eyes and no cutie mark.
The other was a dark brown Pegasus with a gold and dark red mane/tail. The mane looked similar to Soarin’s besides the length, while the tail looked just like the other’s. The eyes were red and just like the last one, this one had no cutie mark…
“What’s up with you not being able to find a cutie mark?”
“It’s hard for me ok? My brain easily changes its mind no matter what I’m doing… So if I even finally picked a cutie mark for my OC, as soon as it’s been fully made my brain would say ‘Nah bro, you gotta redo this, that cutie mark sucks and you should be ashamed.’”
“Well then stop listening to what your brain tells you and listen to what your heart tells you.” Jordan replied with a smile.
“My heart eh? I haven’t listened to that sappy bastard since he cost me a girlfriend.”
“What are you talking about? You haven’t had a girlfriend; if you did then you’d be bragging about her!”
He’s right…
But, who is it that I have this… vague memory of?... “Yeah. Whatever, look I’ll make you a bet. If I can’t come up with a cutie mark in two days, then I’ll… uhm.. go without video games for a whole month!”
“Whoa that’s a pretty heavy bet, remember when your power went out and you were freaking out because you couldn’t do anything-“
“but then I remembered I could play games on my phone, yeah yeah I remember it, that’s why you already know this is a bet you can’t refuse.”
“Well what happens if you do come up with a cutie mark?”
“If I do, then all of you…”
“Wait all of us are playing in this bet?” Jordan cut me off.
“Yes. You guys can hear me right?” I shouted up the stairs and got a ‘Yep’ as a response. “Ok then, if I win this bet, then you all have to listen to a reading of ‘Sweet Apple Massacre’”
“You’re a sick man! But take him on the bet Jordan!” I heard Zach shout from upstairs.
“Well there you have it. Looks like you’ve got yourself a deal.” Jordan stuck out his hand for a handshake.
I smirked and shook his hand, “And may the best man win.”