Cracktooth woke up suddenly. Wondering what could have torn him from his recurring nightmare, he got out of bed and walked downstairs. His Roommate was still sleeping, so he made sure not to wake her up while he shuffled down the stairs. Still half awake, he went to the kitchen to splash some water on his face, in order to wash away the remnants of the less than peaceful slumber he had been having.
Now properly awake, he made his way towards the door. Opening it, he found the source of the commotion that had woken him up: a grey mare was lying down on his porch, clearly having just fallen over, clutching in her mouth two very dignified looking letters. She looked very clearly embarrassed, but her embarrassment turned into horror when she looked up and saw the figure of one of the house's owners.
"Are those letters for me?" Cracktooth asked, ignoring the state of terror now on the mare's face, just like he has ever since he moved to Ponyville.
"Y-yes...or, I think. I mix t-things up sometimes..." The mare replied, getting off the ground and dusting off, still shakily looking at Cracktooth's features. "Are y-you...(she stopped to look at the name on one of the letters)...Roseluck?
Cracktooth's heart sank as he replied,"No, that's my Roommate. I can give her the letters if you want."
With that, he concentrated his magic at the letters, which suddenly were surrounded by a green aura. They floated towards him, where he tucked them under his wing.
"Thank you, miss..."
"D-ditzy...Ditzy do!" The mailmare replied, still on the verge of galloping away.
"Well, miss Do, I think you have work to do, so I'll let you get-"
In a gust of wind, she was gone, banging strait into a streetlamp before continuing on her way, much faster than she was going before. Cracktooth sighed, saying softly,"Thank you for the letters..."
He slowly walked back inside. Why did everypony here still treat him this way? Ever since he moved in a month ago, it's just been frightened looks and the backs of ponies tails as they gallop away. He was starting to get sick of it. He has proved himself as a member of pony society, right? Both of the princesses pardoned him and he was no longer considered a threat, so why did he still only get frightened looks?
He went into the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. Not that it would make a difference. He didn't need food: he needed understanding, friendship, compassion...love.
He poured some cereal he found in one of the cabinets into a bowl and took a spoon and some milk. He mixed the cereal with the milk while he thought a bit more about that one word; that word that meant everything to him; the word he could not live without. I comes in many forms, except that it didn't come towards him.
Cracktooth sighed and started eating away at the cereal. All he needed was simple compassion, but the only pony that seemed to give him any at all was Roseluck...Roseluck...
Cracktooth absentmindedly looked towards the clock as he turned that name around in his head. The smaller of the two hands pointed between the numbers 6 and 7, while the other was one or two notches to the right of the number 6, meaning it was 6:30. Cracktooth took in that information and had that banging around in his head as well. Roseluck and 6:30...Roseluck and 6:30...
Suddenly, the two pieces of information collided and Cracktooth remembered something:
"ROSELUCK NEEDS TO BE AT WORK AT 7!"
He slammed down his spoon and galloped up the stairs. He stopped in front of his Roommate's door and opened the door. He usually respected her privacy, especially since she was of the opposite sex, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He walked into her neat and tidy room, an exact opposite of how his was, and made his way towards her bed. She was sleeping peacefully on her side.
Cracktooth was about to shake her awake, but stopped as she shifted in bed, still asleep, and pointed her small muzzle towards him. In that moment, she looked very cute and elegant. Cracktooth found himself lowering his face towards hers. He stopped himself inches before his muzzle touched hers and decided to go with his original plan: wake her up. He shook her gently untill she opened her eyes.
"Roseluck! Roseluck!",he repeated in an urgent tone.
"Ahh!!!"
She got startled having a face such as his looking at her as soon as she woke up, but calmed down as soon as she realized that it was only her mysterious and slightly strange roommate.
"Cracktooth! You nearly gave me a heart attack! W-what are you doing in my room?" she said, hopefully not thinking what Cracktooth thought she was.
"It's 6:30!" He panickingly shouted, forcing his half-asleep roommate to fold her ears down. However, they sprung right back into place when he as finished.
"6:30?", she asked, starting to get into the panicky mood herself now. "6:30!! OH, I NEED TO GET GOING!"
She jumped out of bed and galloped around the room, looking for whatever she should need for her long day at the flower shop and rambling with every high-speed step she took.
"-could happen without me! With that lazy Mare in training and the bank nearly getting hold of one of the storage spaces out back, could you imagine? OH, THE HORROR! THE-"
She dashed out of the door and ran downstairs, where she surely was eating the rest of Cracktooth's bowl of cereal. He sighed, still in the room, and looked to the left, where he saw a tacky old mirror that Rosebud used to take care of her mane in the morning. Staring right at him was a jet-black figure with a few greenish tints. He looked at his figure, from his Hole-filled legs to the insect-like wings on his back, to the pair of fangs emerging from his mouth, all the way to the slightly curved horn on the top of his head.
He sighed once more and went downstairs to help Roseluck prepare for the long day ahead.