The smoke from Manehatten stung the Equestrian air; Celestia’s sun barely penetrated the huge city. Pegasus ponies zipped by, sifting through the smoke doing their normal jobs. The hustle and bustle of the streets were loud enough to be heard from miles away. Despite these inconveniences, the city was still a magnificent place. Its tall buildings gave the city its towering grace. Various monuments added spice to the inner core. Everything seemed to flow together, ponies did their jobs and barely anything changed. Every pony had a purpose, every pony had something to do, everypony, but one…
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“I still can’t believe they didn’t even make the effort to check you…” a voice said comically.
“Yeah, well, I guess I’m just not fit for the job…even though I fit all the criteria.” Another voice spoke.
“So you were fit for…dooty?” the other voice said cracking up.
“Very funny, Fuzzy Fry, very funny,” the previous voice replied with a grunt. The stallion was laughing hysterically and eventually toppled to the floor. His yellow-orange mane was getting more disheveled by the second and was considerably messier than it already was. His tail looked like a porcupine that got flattened with random hairs sticking out every which way. He finally caught his breath, got up and brushed the dirt off his bright red coat which seemed to be covered in splotches of brown dust. He had his golden yellow eyes fixed on the other stallion. “Now you just look like a heaping pile of fur,” the other unnamed voice said with a slight smile.
“Come on, Blitz, have some humor why don’tcha?” the stallion called Fuzzy said to the other stallion, Blitz. The skylight blue stallion simply shook his head. His coat was very polished; it was smooth and brushed unlike Fuzzy’s. He scratched his dark purple mane which was neatly combed back with a few minor tufts sticking out. His tail was lean and sharp consisting of three thick blades of hair.
“It would be better if I wasn’t a jobless pony on the verge of becoming a hobo living on the streets!” Blitz shot back with slight anger.
“Oh…sorry for making you angry…I just thought…” said a dejected Fuzzy.
“No, no, no, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that times are rough and I’m going through a lot of things right now…please understand, Fuzzy,” Blitz responded with his sincere, light purple eyes. Fuzzy instantly brightened up.
“Of course I’ll forgive you, you’re my best buddy forever!” he replied.
“Thanks, Fuzzy, I’m gonna take a walk, get some fresh air. Who knows, maybe I’ll magically find a job,” Blitz said in comic relief.
“Alrighty! Feel free to come back to my house any time of the day!” Fuzzy said waving to Blitz.
“Yeah, I’ll make sure of that.” Blitz remarked as he made his way out the door.
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Blitz exited Fuzzy’s brightly lit and colored house. It seemed to give off a certain glow that outshined everything else in the street. Nothing particularly interesting was on the street for that matter except for numerous apartment buildings all the same color. Fuzzy’s house stood out like a sore hoof.
The day had a cool sensation to it, just what Blitz liked. The air wisped satisfyingly past his skylight blue coat. His stroll down Manehatten streets was an unusually quiet one. Barely any ponies were bustling about and everything seemed calm for once in the sunshine.
‘Geez, to think I’d hurt Fuzzy’s feelings. Darn it, I hate hurting other ponies’ feelings. It gives me such an uneasy feeling and I feel awful about myself. Fuzzy is almost-no, always happy and cheerful. His cutie mark being multicolored swirls and all proves that…shouldn’t it? Maybe I’m just over thinking all this stuff. Then again, what does a pony do when he’s taking a walk?’
Blitz shook his head, yet again, to clear his thoughts. He tried to focus on mainly just taking the relaxing walk he’d hoped for. Unfortunately, more unpleasant thoughts seep into his mind. ‘Ugh, then there’s that job issue again. Celestia, this just isn’t working out is it? What am I even good at, my cutie mark’s a snowball, geez,’ Blitz thought looking back at his snowball cutie mark.
He remembered when he had first gotten it back when he was just a colt. It would forever be a normal, white snowball with a diamond-like, star shaped light emitting from it. It was so long ago, Blitz hardly recalled it. But, he was able to retain one aspect that kept this memory intact.
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“Okay! Wintertime! I wonder if my magic will work now,” said a much younger version of Blitz. Behind him was the towering Manehatten School building. It was littered with snow and Blitz had found himself alone in the courtyard. He trotted through the snow and eventually jumped headfirst into a mound of white powder. He got up and shook his purple mane, splashing snow everywhere. Standing on all fours, he held his ground and started to concentrate on the pile of snow in front of him. Time passed by and nothing seemed to change.
“Maybe if I go like this,” Blitz said as he sat down and held his horn. He felt his horn tingle and eventually he saw the snow start to shift. Some snow started to lift into the air and circulated in front of Blitz’s eyes. The fluffy snow began to stick together and eventually formed a crude, uneven snowball. “Wow, how’d that happen?” Blitz said to himself in wonder.
Before he got the chance to examine it, he felt something soft and cold hit his right side of his face. Temporarily blinded, he shot the snowball in a random direction and lost it within the sea of snow. “Noo, where’d you go snowball,” Blitz said looking around. Tears started to form in his eyes as he covered them with his hooves.
“Oopsies, I’m sorry,” an unknown voice said from an unknown location. Blitz looked up to see a bright, violet filly staring directly at him with her vivid cerulean eyes. Her icy blue mane seemed flow down to one side, partially covering one eye. Her tail seemed to be flapping wildly as she stared into Blitz’s eyes.
“Who are you?” Blitz said rubbing his eyes clear of tears.
“My name is Bluebelle, what’s yours? I bet it’s a funny one like mine,” Bluebelle said smiling.
“I’m Blitz…why did you throw that snowball at me?” he questioned seriously.
“I thought you were gonna throw it at me,” she said holding her hoof out. Blitz grabbed it and she pulled him up onto his feet. “It looked pretty weird too,” she said giggling.
“I bet you can’t make one with magic!” Blitz said challenging her. Before he could even focus on the snow, Bluebelle had already made a snowball and floated it in front of Blitz. “Hey, no fair…I wasn’t ready!” Blitz said trying to cover up.
“You just stink,” said Bluebelle snickering at Blitz.
“Can you teach me how to do that? I wanna learn,” Blitz pleaded.
“Sure, if you can catch me!” she replied running away.
“Hey, wait!” Blitz said tumbling after her.
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“Snowballs…” Blitz muttered to himself. “And to think that I got my cutie mark by making snowballs. Figures.”
He stopped and took in the view of the city. Fuzzy’s house was border lining the outskirts of the city, but it was still very close. Blitz loved and hated the city at the same time. The city looked marvelous from a distance, but it was what was on the inside that Blitz hates. It was too serious and everypony seemed too caught up in work to hang around, especially Fuzzy Fry who worked at a toy making company. Even his only friend barely has time to hang out. Blitz resumed his stroll and continued pondering of what to do next.
‘Argh, I wish an answer would just fall righ-wait a minu-gahh!’ Blitz got his wish when a paper flew and smacked him right in the face. “Wha-what the hay is this?” exclaimed the confused stallion. “Hmm, ‘Post Pole’s Wonder Mail Emporium – Now hiring anypony who has a quick leg and a knack for mailing letters!' Interesting, I like the name.”
Blitz was so overcome with joy and confusion that he didn’t notice he was absolutely alone on the streets. This was particularly chilling since the streets were usually filled even if he was near the edge of the city. He darted his head back and forth to locate any signs of life. The pony started to walk back to Fuzzy’s house with his brain more rattled than ever.
‘Celestia, what does all this stuff mean? Flying fliers and ghost streets? Geez, I just walked out for, like, five minutes! What does this mean? I have be overreacting…but all this happening to me in a single day? I don’t even know if I’ll get that job for sure, but I’ll be darned if I don’t try!’ Blitz quickened his pace towards Fuzzy’s to unravel the great news. Celestia’s sun was just setting as Blitz raced to his old friend’s house. He could feel the rays of warmth hitting his face.
‘Sunset too, eh? I guess this all really does mean something…I hope. No, it will mean something, a change in my miserable life. A leap from a jobless stallion with no hope. A different lifestyle than just waiting around for everything…or becoming a hobo.’ Blitz’s eyes were determined as he held his head up high and shouted:
“I’ve only got one shot, one chance!”