Pain. All that is registering is pain. ‘Note to self: try and avoid being dissected in dreams. Love – the rest of the fucking body.’
“Ugh.....”I groan, moving a hand over my stomach feeling for any open wounds or just a giant gaping hole. My heart stops when I feel a spot in the center of my stomach seemed to dip more, then stopped remembering that it was probably my belly-button. Turning my head I see that the sun is just coming up, then I groan and flip over so when it does shine I don’t see it.
*Knock-knock-knock*
“Yes?!” I grumble loudly. No response.
*Knock-knock-KNOCK*
Getting up on my elbow, I shout, “WHAT DO YOU WANT!”
“Celestia wants to see you for breakfast.” I hear through what is probably 4 inches of some heavy wood.
“Tell her I don’t have a change of clothes unless she doesn’t mind seeing me wear what I have been wearing all this time.” I respond. I hear hoofbeats receding, and decide that getting up may not be as bad of an idea as originally thought. ‘Now how big of a headache am I gonna get this morning?’ I ask myself, prepping for the pain that could possibly land me back on my bed, and holding my head tight. As I get up….nothing. No pain. No…anything really.
“Huh….that’s….good?” I hope.
--A little time later—
*Knock-Knockity-Do-da-day*
“Ja?” I answer.
“Permission to enter?” Whoever the hell it is.
“Maybe” I reply. ‘Let’s see what this pony does,’
“Could you kindly give me an answer?” the pony responds, sounding a little agitated.
“Where the fun is that then?” I bounce back. Out of nowhere the door bursts open and a guard with fancier armor is standing there with a faint tinge of red donned on the face.
“GIVE ME A STRAIGHT ANSWER!” She shouts. (Thanks to the door and my good ear not blocking the noise.)
“What did Celestia say?” I ask, hoping that this mare will not beat me to shit. That must have taken the angry mare back a bit, maybe being the last thing she would have guessed I would say.
“She..um…said come as you are, and sometime today or tomorrow she will take you to a tailor.” She gets out.
“Ok, so do you mind leading me to where the food is?” I ask, and as I expected there was a confused look.
“You want me to take you to the Kitchens?” she asks, with the look of near perfect confusion.
“If that is where Celestia is going to eat her food, then yes. If she was going to eat on the roof of a building, and had invited me, then would you show me then?” I ask, taking a few steps forwards.
“Are you questioning me on how I follow my orders?” She bounces back, a look of anger coming back to adorn her face.
“Not really, no. I was curious as to whether that were to happen, what would you do?” I reply calmly, walking past the guardsmare and motioning for her to lead on.
“Well if she told us to get you to join her for lunch on somepony’s roof, we would follow what she said.” She answers, still a hint of anger in her voice.
Silence prevailed for the rest of the walk until we got to the Dining hall entrance. As she goes up to the door to knock, I question myself asking whether I
had been an ass. ‘Most likely’ I had surmised after a few seconds of thought. My deliberation on other non-important topics was broken with a hoof to the stomach.
“See ya later, Jerk.” She said as she walked away. I flip her the bird when she wasn’t looking and proceeded inside.
“Adrian, How well did you sleep?” Celestia asks before I can get my mind back on track. ‘She sounds too cheery. Or am I just misreading this?’ I ponder.
I stand there for a bit looking at the room, ignoring the question, and see it is like the rest of the castle, and just like the castle it’s big and extravagant. It’s so big that it puts a lot of 5-star restaurants to shame, at least in appearance. The table looks to be about half the rooms length and half that in width. Every couple of feet are center pieces, that range from elaborate pieces of art, to what appear to be lazy Susans, to even bowls of fruit (I bet they are fake).
“Adrian? You ok?” Celestia asks, with a hint of worry. I look to her with a face of pure amazement.
“This room, I have to say, was what I expected….and then some.” I answer slowly, still looking around at everything that was in this chamber. When my eyes eventually land back on to the table and the only other person in the room, I see she has calmed down from what could have been me going into a panic attack. “I do have to say that I was also expecting you to look tired as any normal being…”
“I did but at least I make myself representable to my subjects and weird alien beings.” She mocks. I just laugh.
“Well you don’t need to worry about covering your body half the time.” I reply. ‘Seriously, does any of the ponies here actually wear clothing? I mean, besides armor and what I guess to be a tie on Blueballs that’s been it.’ I quickly think to myself.
“Yes Ponies do wear cloths, not all but some do.” Celestia answers my thoughts.
“W-What?” I stammer out.
“Oh sorry, I sometimes will reach out and feel through the current thoughts of my subjects, but to answer your question, Yes ponies wear clothing but most usually go around in nothing. It’s usually the nobles who will wear something all the time.” She clarifies. She notices my face. “Did I break you?”
“Uhhh……” is all I manage to say. Celestia walks over and starts and precedes to poke me.
“Adrian.” She says in a singsong voice, “Oh, Adrian.” I remain unresponsive. “Well, no food for you then.” And as if out of nowhere my stomach yells protest.
“GET ME FOOD!” it shouts, but as is life no one gets what it truly says.
I come back to mentally and see Celestia giggling.
“What is for breakfast, anyway?” I ask.