*8 years ago*
"Okay Turbo, flying isn't that hard after you get the hang of it." Mist said calmly after seeing his 8 year old brother fall after flying about a foot off the ground. Turbo lay there with tears in his eyes after falling.
The dark brown colt just rolled his eyes and walked over to Turbo.
The colt lowered himself down.
"Climb on, I have an idea." Reluctantly Turbo climbed on his brother's back. As soon as Turbo was on Mist took flight six feet into the air and held out his forehooves. "Jump off and flap your wings as fast as you can."
"But what if I fall?"
"I'll catch you."
Turbo climbed up to Mist's head and looked down. While it may not have been that high, it sure did look like it. Turbo backed away from Mist's head.
"I-I can't do this!" He shouted fearfully.
"Turbo... Come on. The first step of flying is to face your fears. I'm making sure you don't get hurt."
The foal looked down again. "But what about-"
"Don't do it, then I'll tickle you to death."
Turbo looked again, he measured his options, thinking about what was the worst fate, being tickled without mercy, or falling, he decided that jumping was the better option before jumping off and flapping his small wings as fast as he could keeping him hovering in the air but slowly inching toward the ground.
"I knew you could do it!" Mist shouted he waited until Turbo was at the ground before checking off something on a piece of paper. He looked away from the paper to see his little brother laying on the ground curled up in a ball his eyes slowly shutting from the exhaustion of his flight training. A few minutes later Mist heard snoring coming from Turbo. The older colt smiled before pulling Turbo over to him and hoisting the sleeping colt on his back, "I guess we should go home." Mist yawned before trotting home quietly careful of the sleeping foal on his back.
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The loud painful sound hit Mist's ears, causing him to cover them.
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*Present day*
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Mist groaned hitting his hoof on his nightstand, not wanting to wake up just yet.
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"Will you just SHUT UP?! " Mist finally hit the snooze button on his alarm clock, only for it to go off again. "Oh for the love of-" He finally took the clock and opened the window throwing it outside. Relieved, he finally went back to his bed and covered up in the bedsheets, as soon as he closed his eyes, the clock came flying back in and hit him on his head, the alarm went off again but instead of the normal 'Ring' it began saying.
"TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!!"
Mist opened his eyes to see his clock had a trollface taped to it. "Ugh! My clock is a troll!"
"TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!! Wake up you lazy bum!"
'And now it's talking...' He thought
"I heard that!" The clock screamed.
"I hate my clock." Mist said finally getting up and ripping its batteries out.
Everything was quiet until-
"TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL-"
Mist's eyes went comically bloodshot before-
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He threw the clock on the floor and began stomping on it with his hoof.
Mist didn't notice his brother looking in through his bedroom door to see what all the noise was about.
"Yep, just your everyday morning in my brother's place." Turbo chuckled, before walking downstairs.