//------------------------------// // March 15th // Story: Closet Pony // by DouglasTrotter //------------------------------// >>>March 15th, Time: 12:05 PM<<< Procrastination is the bane of everyone's existence, including my own. I mean, it's not like there hasn't been time to make a journal entry. Today is as good as ever to write one with it being two months since Apple Bloom came here. The weeks have been somewhat peaceful as of the last entry. I'm thankful we haven't had any scares or incidents... scratch that. It's better to say the scares were few and far between. Scootaloo is not only inquisitive, but one unpredictable filly. I don't know if the police were searching for someone, if there was an accident, or what, but there was a helicopter flying overhead one night. The inquisitive little pony, in her infinite wisdom for some asinine reason that I cannot understand even now, decided that it would be fun to check the thing out. I'll never forget that cold chill running up my spine when the latch for the back door slide open. Scootaloo going out the back door coincided with the increased rate of pounding in my chest. I darted outside with Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle near me. The little pegasus flew up to the helicopter like it was nothing. The helicopter hovered in mid air near the house. Scootaloo must have gotten spooked since she bolted toward the ground and out of sight. Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and myself headed back inside. With the thing gone, Sweetie Belle used her magic to bring Scootaloo back inside. I wasn't sure if my heart would ever stop pounding. Luck was on our side when the local paper attributed the sighting to some lunatic putting a doll on a drone then flying it around. Beyond that incident, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle have managed to entertain themselves here and there. One mistake I'll never make again is expecting the TV to be their babysitter. That's one mistake I can't make again. I'm just glad the procrastination beast didn't ensnare me until I had dealt with the cablebox. Things have been taken a step further with some channels permanently disabled for good. In terms of myself, things feel off at the moment. When I think about getting a job, my thoughts turn towards these three. I need a job. We can't subsist like this forever, but I'm not sure if I can leave them alone for extended periods of time. Who's going to pay some reject to do work for an hour then bolt home? It doesn't matter. I might as well be in a desert in terms of job hunting. College is too expensive. It all boils down to the fact I screwed up my life, and there's nothing to do about it. "Hey," Apple Bloom said. "Yea?" I said. "Scootaloo wants to know if we can go out to the park again tonight?" Apple Bloom said. "I don't see why not." I said. It seems the park is their new favorite spot. These three have grown accustomed to hiding amongst the bushes, shrubs, and what not when other people come around. On another serious note, regarding my "personal" notes here about what I've seen and can tell with those ropes, it takes a decent amount of effort to drag them around the house. Well, I guess that's not a true finding. It's a necessary to start though. The other fact is that they will twitch at times. I'm sad to say that their movements are chaotic while the times they twitch are random. I've tried to monitor them in the day, but nothing happens. Apple Bloom walked into my room on her way to the bathroom one day when I was studying the ropes. She murmured a quiet apology after watching the ropes for a second. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo also believed us when they saw the ropes twitching four days ago. The three want to watch the ropes constantly, but I had to say no to it. This was my first time having to be stern with all three of them. I don't want Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle exhausting themselves. They need to get back home, however, I can't allow them to harm themselves in the process. About the only other odd thing is the fact the ropes zapped me one time. Felt like some kind of shock from static electricity. Apple Bloom touched it and felt nothing. Either these ponies need to be shocked by a greater force, or I'm just a wimp. I'll go with the idea that I'm a wimp. ---End Entry--- >>>March 15th, 5:19 PM<<< I wanted this day to be uneventful. It wasn't. Just my luck. Two cops were standing outside when I went to the door after hearing a hard knock. Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle knew the drill. With the trio out of site, I stepped outside. Both of the officers asked about the night the helicopter was circling overhead. One said she was the person flying it. Without thinking, I allowed the officers inside when they asked if they could come in. I'm a freaking idiot spacing out like that, not mention it felt like an "o crap" scenario when the female officer glanced toward my desk. Her eyes just automatically locked onto the headset I had been tinkering with. "So, do you fly drones?" She said. Blunt couldn't describe the situation. It's a miracle I kept my composure, saying "no" in a calm voice. Semi-truths and half-lies were told throughout the conversation, including when I had to tell the officer the device was for a friend. The female officer's partner kept scanning the room like some robot. Four minutes later and the two seemed satisfied. "O, by the way," the female officer said in a cold tone, "that headset needs a better battery. It's never going to work right unless you get a 2.4v, 700mhA. Just an FYI." "Thanks for the information." I said. Despite that happening two hours ago, I can still feel my skin twitching. This is beyond dangerous if the cops try to arrest these three. We'll need to figure out a solution. >>>March 15th, 9:25 PM<<< "Ya'll would earn a cutie mark in cookin'," Apple Bloom said to me with a cheery smile, "those were great." "Thank the cookbook, not me. I just followed the recipe." I said. "Les fraises etait bon," Sweetie Belle said. Tonight was rather pleasant. Though Scootaloo wanted to go to the park, we sat outside and ate our dinner while I cooked on the grill. Apple Bloom had a field day when I connected the hose and popped it on. She almost backed into the pool from the "funny smell" that came from the burners before they were ignited. I may not understand Scootaloo or Sweetie Belle, but laughter is a universal language. The strawberry sugar reduction came along rather nicely for our desserts. Despite my concerns about what may happen, in my heart of hearts I enjoy these interactions with the three fillies. They're odd, quirky, weird, whatever a person might want to call them. In their defense, those features make them unique. With no helicopters in sight, the neighbors away on vacation, Scootaloo flew around for a bit to her heart's content. I managed to scrap together some coin and got Sweetie Belle some bolts of fabric from the local craft store for her to mess around with since she found that old sewing kit in the closet. Home-economics, that's a course I remembered well when I saw that sewing kit. We stayed outside for a good hour before coming back in. I'll need a double dose of my allergy meds to keep these mosquito bites from itching tonight. ---End Entry--- >>>March 15th, 10:40 PM<<< I once copy and pasted a quote into this journal about those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Seems like I should have learned, but I didn't. Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle and myself saw a brilliant flash of light come from the side of my house. Our collective mouths dropped when we saw one of the ropes gone from my room. Without missing a beat, Apple Bloom latched onto the other rope. She bellowed at me to help her tie it to something. It seems we were on the same page as both of us dragged it to the family room then tied it to the sturdy, makeshift bed near the TV. If they go home and take the piece with them, so be it. That little event over, it only took a few seconds to register with the others what happened. Sweetie Belle broke down, sobbing in the foreign language she had chosen. I guess sadness is another universal language when you hear someone or something cry. After some time with her friends, Sweetie Belle passed out from exhaustion. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo soon followed. The three are sleeping on the makeshift bed, despite the cramped conditions, so they can make it home if the rope gets tugged on. I want these three to get home. Let them write this off a some adventure to tell their family. It'd be horrible if they were stuck here forever, but I've found myself growing fond of them. For all their awkward behavior, I feel happy around them. ----End Journal----