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// L86 
// Story: A little loopy. 
// by FaelaArts 
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Noteworthy opened his eyes. Shaking his mane, he smiled, sitting up and looking towards the piano resting in the corner of the room. Rising, he walked over to the window, opening it and smiling as the sun warmed him.

“Good mooorning wo-” A pie implanted itself into his face, and he reared, falling backward as his mouth opened, crying out in alarm. As he thudded into the ground, he groaned, wiping the pie off his face and standing back up. Looking around, he saw someone had made a swinging device that activated upon him opening the window.

‘Strange…’ Musing on it, he frowned for a moment, before turning and heading toward his piano. For some reason, there was a cushion on the seat. Picking it up, Noteworthy recognised it as a whoopee cushion. Tossing it aside, he scanned the room for a moment, and sat down. Flipping open the lid, he pressed a single key. As the single note rang out, his ears flickered.

In the distance, a violin began to play, joined by the sound of a bass beat, likely coming from the unlikely duo down the street. If he really perked his ears, he could also hear a lyre being played. Hovering his hooves over the piano, he closed his eyes, and breathed out, letting the music wash through him.

“-Giving way to the dawn of this new day.” Playing a few notes, all sound slowly faded, and the sounds of Ponyville waking began to fill the silence. Sitting there for a few moments, he merely listened to it, a smile on his face. Finally, the smells of breakfast blew in through the window, and he rose to make some toast.

Taking a bite of his breakfast, Noteworthy paused. Spitting it out, he dove for the sink, getting cold water on his tongue, eyes watering from the burn in his mouth. Sobbing slightly, he waited as the sting slowly lessened. Tossing the rest of his food in a bin, he decided to head out for today, grimacing as his stomach growled.

‘Don’t worry, we’ll spoil ourselves to pie tonight.’ Smiling at the thought, he noticed one of the local kids glance toward him as she passed. Flashing a smile, he turned to lock his door, and blinked. Somehow, the lock, along with the door handle, had vanished in the small time he hadn’t been watching.

“Uhh, okay…” Turning, he began to trot toward the shopping district. While he preferred to lock his home, Ponyville was a safe district, so he wasn’t worried about being robbed. Turning the corner, he headed toward the cherry cart. Giving a warm smile, he reached into his bit bag.

“Half a dozen cherries please,” he spoke, holding out the money. As the clerk began to pour the berries, they began to float. Small arms seemed to grow out of them, and a moaning began to sound. Looking at this, Noteworthy almost believed his cherries had come to life, and then he did a double-take.

“Hold on, those ‘arms’ are just the skin slightly peeled off, and the moaning is just the cart. Not to mention, someone is levitating them.” Looking around, Noteworthy was unable to spot the pony doing it, and growled. The clerk packed him a new batch of cherries, and he began on his way. It was definite, someone was trying to screw with him. Quickly ordering his apples, he hastened to Sugarcube Corner, having a suspicion about who might be behind it.

“Uh Pinkie Pie, are you pranking me?” Looking her deep in the eyes, Noteworthy only saw confusion as she shook her head. Sighing, he rubbed a hoof over his face, and placed his order. Not bothering to look at his order, he turned, heading for home. Glancing at the apples he had gotten delivered, he wasn’t surprised to find them all rotten. Tossing his items inside, he headed for work. Punching in, he forced himself to put on a smile.

“Sir! This soup is already cold!” Oh it was one of those days. Sure, there were customers like this on good days, but sometimes there were just days when you could feel the storm rising up inside you. It took all his patience to make it through the shift. 

The moment the sun hit the horizon, he punched out, hanging up the apron. A bag of bits was tossed toward him, and he waved goodbye to his employer. Walking home, Noteworthy yawned, entering his house. Looking around, he flicked on the light, and moved to make dinner. Glancing inside his bag of bits on a hunch, he gritted his teeth and tossed them at the wall. Chocolate coins.

As Noteworthy went to put the crust on the pie, he blinked, noting the strange color. Dumping the entire pie in the bin, he pulled out some noodles, and munched them angrily. The sun finally set, and the moon rose. Rising, Noteworthy headed to his bedroom just as the sounds of music began once more.

‘My throat still stings from the morning, but I can still play.’ Pressing down a key, a farting sound was heard, and Noteworthy screamed loudly, slamming the lid down on his piano. Turning, he slammed the window shut, and glanced toward the bed. Sitting down on the carpet, he curled into a ball.

‘Knowing my luck, there’s pins in the bed. Hopefully things are better tomorrow…’ Closing his eyes, Noteworthy prepared for a very uncomfortable sleep. Halfway through the night, he rose, and climbed into bed. Leaping out of it as pain registered, he brushed the pins out of the bed, and layed down.

Noteworthy whimpered quietly as he finally got to sleep.




“Right, so a few didn’t trigger.” Writing down her notes, Sweetie prepared to fix any pranks that hadn’t triggered, or had been detected. Leaving her scrying puddle, she turned. Flaring her wings, she began to fly back to Canterlot. Mind focused, she wondered what she could get away with while Noteworthy was asleep. Sweetie knew the whoopee cushion gag was necessary.