Closet Pony

by DouglasTrotter


January 28th

>>>Date: January 28th, Time: 10:20 AM<<<

Apple Bloom's sighs became my morning alarm-clock. Like clockwork, I heard the door open, her all-too quiet sigh, and then the door sliding shut. Today may have been the last straw. I heard door slam shut before I watched her exit my room. It doesn't take a psychic to see she's disheartened. Two, maybe three nights ago I heard Apple Bloom crying as she slept in the sleeping bag near my bed. She cursed herself, saying how she was a "foalish, silly filly" for running off to the basement of Twilight's library. Her voice cracked while she struggled to get to sleep, continuing to blame herself for what happened.

Did she run away from home?

"How long was ah out?" Apple Bloom said to me, getting off the couch.

"It's 10:30 AM right now." I said.

"AM? You mean mornin?" Apple Bloom said.

"Yea, AM is the morning while PM is afternoon to night time." I said.

She yawned at me, stretched her legs, went into my room, slid the door open once more, and then slid it closed. What does she want to find? What does she want to see behind that door? Somehow, I've got to this cycle. I'm worried she'll get sick, and that'll be one heck of a mess. I'll have to tell a vet I have a candy-colored equine living in my house. Not to mention the pony can talk.

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>>>Date: January 28th, Time: 2:25 PM<<<

Ambivalent might be the best word to describe my emotions when I opened the front door to the house. On one hand, I was happy for Apple Bloom. On the other hand, I wasn't "thrilled."

I had to take a moment, after coming inside with some groceries, to steady myself. With that moment taken, all of us sat at the table. Well, I sat while the two stood. Apple Bloom stood to my right while my newest guest faced me. In the best possible, "calm" tone I said, "So...."

Several, horse-like sounds emanated from the pony in front of me. The wings on her sides remained motionless as she continued her attempts to talk, my attempts to understand her being to no avail. I'm just glad Apple Bloom can act as a translator of sorts. From what I remember, this is Apple Bloom's friend, and her name is Scootaloo.

"Ah knew it! Ah knew it!" Apple Bloom said in a boisterous tone.

"Ow. Ok. Ow, that's a little loud Apple Bloom." I said.

"Sorry, "Apple Bloom giggled. She turned and gave her a monstrous hug before smiling. After she let god, that smile faded fast. Apple Bloom faced me. Her puppy-dog-eyes focused on me. They began to water. "Can she stay? Please?"

"First, please tell me what's going on?" I said. More animal noises emanated from Scootaloo before I held out my hand. "Sorry, I'll have to let Apple Bloom explain." I pointed to my ear then shook my head while shrugging my shoulders, "I can't understand a word you're saying, Scootaloo."

Scootaloo raised an eyebrow. She turned away in a huff. I guess she understands me, but I can't understand her for some reason. It felt like my first encounter with Apple Bloom. I wondered if all ponies were so huffy at the time. Apple Bloom moved closer towards her and chatted in private. Ten minutes passed. Scootaloo faced me. Apple Bloom returned to her previous spot off to my right side.

"Alright, ah'll try to explain this as best ah can." Apple Bloom said. Her story dragged on. I shouldn't be surprised since it sounded similar to the story a child would tell. Forty minutes passed by before we got to the actual "meat and potatoes," as one of my college professors would say, of the matter. "After that happened, ah ran to the library in Ponyville. Ah'm still angry at the fact --"

"So, you did run away from home." I said, receiving a firm nod. I apologized for the interruption, letting Apple Bloom continue her story. Twenty more minutes passed. Apple Bloom's stomach worked like clockwork when that growl resounded within the dining room. "Why don't you get something to eat. I brought home some fresh Apples. They're in the cabinet over there. Your friend can help herself to them as well."

Complicated. Things have grown complicated.

To summarize it all for this entry and my sanity, as internet slang would dictate in a tl;dr scenario, Apple Bloom ran away from home after a fight with her family; it involved some kind of potion she made and them not willing to test it on their orchards. Whatever the case, her friends -- Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle -- tried to comfort her. Both were dismayed to watch Apple Bloom activate Twilight's machine by mistake, the filly propelled into some vortex. These two fillies formulated a plan to rescue her. The best laid plans of mice and men, I guess. Perhaps it would be better to say the half-baked plan of two children.

The so-called "plan" involved a rope placed around Scootaloo, her going through the portal, pulling Apple Bloom back through, and their friend being returned to Equestria. I found the rope laying on the carpet near my bed, it being cut off by the vortex's closure. Another person would think this is just another piece of rope. It baffles me though. The end of this rope feels heavy. It feels like there's something on the other end of it, but I can this small length of rope around the house with a minor amount of effort. Another fact puzzling me is the end of it: the quality of this cut is well beyond anything of current human, 2015 era technology.

Magic. I hate the notion of having to explain away things by that five lettered word. It's like a parent saying "because I said so" to their child, demanding an end to their senseless prattle.

"Did you need something?" I said. Scootaloo's feathers were quite soft the way she brushed up against me. I turned to see her stare at me, make a few audible noises, and then let out what sounded like a sigh. This doesn't make sense. Again, how can Apple Bloom understand me and vice versa while I can't understand this, this pegasus? Scootaloo seems to understand me. At least, I believe she understands me to a certain extent.

"She's asked what ya have to eat around here, besides apples." Apple Bloom said.

"You mind helping her in the kitchen? Please don't show her the microwave though." I said, getting a stern glare. I chuckled to myself. "By the way Apple Bloom, Scootaloo can stay. I'm not about to kick either of you out on the streets."

Apple Bloom peaked around the corner, smiled, and returned to her lunch. As I hear that fridge door opening, it reminds me that I never made the food budget. I'll have to make one now. A human and two ponies -- this whole thing sounds like some moronic TV drama a drunken writer made up at the last moment for their bosses to read over. Whatever the case, I doubt this will end well.

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>>>Date: January 28th, Time: 9:25 PM<<<

It should be noted that a creature with wings can fly. I was shocked that Scootaloo managed to fly to the top of a nearby tree. What surprised me even more is the fact she has the strength to carry Apple Bloom on her back. Great, just what I need, two curious little ponies in my house, one them having the ability to fly. My saving grace, this is probably wrong of me to say, is the fact Scootaloo's wings cause her to exert so much energy she needs to rest after using them. She can fly for thirty seconds at most before having to return to the ground. How in the hell can she fly though?! It shouldn't be possible. I can't use magic to explain everything away.

"...." a voice emanated several garbled noises.

I looked to my side, seeing Scootaloo stare at me. She raised her hoof and scratched her head. Her eyes darted about for a second before she lowered her hoof. Soon, her eyes fixated on me.

"You need to use the bathroom?" I said, receiving a head tilt reaction from her. I pointed her to the hallway, she looked at the bathroom, came back, and shook her head at me. "It would be nice if I could talk to you like Apple Bloom."

Looks like I have one filly standing near me, I don't know what she wants, and the interpreter is exhausted, splayed out on the couch-bed in the family room. I'll just have to figure out what she wants. Besides, it's not like anything out of the ordinary happened. Well, ordinary if you ignore my new guest who can fly. Tomorrow better have no new arrivals. One pony I can handle. Two I can deal with. I better not leave the house and come a whole herd of equines. Part of me shudders at the thought of a unicorn coming to our world, using their magic to manipulate things. No telling if that "butterfly effect" is real or not in the face of this, ugg, magic.

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