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Prologue: The Plan2,002 words
Chapter 1: First Encounter5,348 words
Chapter 2: The Neighbor 5,731 words

Chapter 2: The Neighbor

The next day had arrived to Florida. Melissa slowly woke up from the small bit of sunlight that crept its way inside her apartment. Of course, she wasn't alone, as loud yawning was heard in the living room.

“Ugh… Aunt Tia?” Blueblood grogged. “I just had a strange dream. You put me in a different world with… with…” His vision, though blurred, came back. Squeaking away while on and sniffing the Prince’s chest was a white rat. “... RAT!!! RAT!!!” He stood up and jumped onto the couch, screaming his head off. “KILL IT!!! SOMEPONY!!! KILL THE RAT!!!”

“Salt! What did I tell you about escaping the cage!?” He heard Melissa call out as she came out in her pajamas and messy hair. She easily picked the rat up and put them on her shoulder. “Well, at least I know you're awake.” She smirked before she went back to her room. “Let me just clean myself before I get breakfast ready.” He heard her say.

“... Oh great, that was real. Or is this a dream?... Excuse me, but can you kill me? I feel death is the only solution to get out of this nightmare of mediocrity.”

“Nah. I’m not really in the murdering mood right now.” She said before going to the bathroom and starting to clean herself up.

“Fine! Then I'm going to find a way to wake myself up from this nightmare. But how?” He tapped his chin, then had an idea. “Lightbulb!”

Melissa didn’t hear him as she was brushing her teeth, making sure to replace that terrible morning breath for some minty freshness. Once she was finished, she only brushed her hair and was now finished. ‘Ain’t got no work today, so why bother getting dressed?’ She thought as she opened the door and was making her way to the kitchen. “So, what is it that you ponies eat for breakfast?” She asked. She gasped as she saw Blueblood’s head in a bag of sugar, gagging underneath the wave of sugar. “Blueblood! What the heck are you doing!?” She yelled as she was quick to pull the sugar bag off his head, spilling the remaining sugar on the floor. She held the side of her head as she could only see all the sugar gone to waste. “Damn it… I just bought this bag.” She mumbled as she knew that she had to buy more now before she might regret it in the near future… it always happens when she waits until the last minute.

“I was going to get out of this nightmare! Humph! You must be Luna in disguise. I can tell by your actions.”

“A nightmare? How can you wake up to a nightmare?” She asked. “And if it was a nightmare, then how could you have felt pain from when you slammed against the door last night after you saw Pepper?” She asked. “From what I know, you can’t feel pain in a dream.”

“Well I thought that was a nightmare! Trapped in a world filled with hairless minotaurs isn't my idea of a good dream.”

“Of course not.” She rolled her eyes as she threw out the empty bag. “And I appreciate that you had to go through my entire full bag of sugar that I just bought.” She glared at him before she went to search for the broom and dustpan.

“Oh please! This is nothing compared to your pest infestation.” His ears and eyes began to twitch. “Why do I feel so weird?”

“It’s not an infestation. They are my pets and I give them as much freedom as you would give to your child.” She crossed her arms. “And that means Salt is having a time out for scaring you.” She didn’t bother continuing as she began to clean up the sugar on the floor.

“Good! That's good! Goody-good-good!... Why are you so slow all of a sudden!?” He began to hop around wildly.

She raised a brow at his response, looking over at how much he wasn’t acting like himself. “Are… are you okay?” She asked.

“I feel great! I feel great! I feel great! I feel sad. What's Hoofball!? I can't remember my legs!” He began to run around in circles. “WHEE!!! CIRCLES!!!”

She only watched him go a little crazy over sugar as she finished cleaning the last of it. Once she was finished, she sat down on the couch and relaxed… until Blueblood began to jump on the couch.

“Hey! Melissa! Listen to what I have to say! Pttthtphhtttpthp! What did I say? What did I just say!? Or how about this? Ooh-eee-ohh-ah-ha! How weird is that!?”

Melissa’s eyes snapped open at the action as she had an expression that told that it was too early for this kind of thing. “Blueblood, now isn't the time for a sugar rush…” She mumbled as she turned away, facing the bed as she only saw the dull red color of it. Blueblood hopped onto her shoulders, his upside down head meeting hers.

“What do you want to do!? I saw plenty of pine cones outside! We can make pine cone statues! Or pine cone bird feeders! Plenty of pine cones! Peanut butter and pine cones! Pine cones! Pine cones! We're gonna board pine cone express to the NEW CENTURY!!!”

“Blueblood. Don’t make me take out the duct tape. I know that fur and tape don’t go together.” She threatened as she was thinking of taping his mouth(and perhaps his body) shut.

“NO!!!” He replied, holding himself to the ceiling.

“Then shut up and get down from there!” She shouted.

“Nono!... Parakeet!”

She only glared at the pony before she got up and made her way to her room. Before she could lay on her bed, knocking was heard on her front door.

“Leprechaun!” Blueblood blurted before physically turning the doorknob open.

“What the-!?” Another man's voice spoke before letting out an ‘ooph’. Melissa ran to the door to only see Blueblood standing and bouncing on his hind legs as he slapped Joey, her neighbor and young musician.

“Heya buddy! Wanna go!” Blueblood delivered a few slaps to Joey's face.

“Ow! Cut that out! Melissa!?”

“Ohmygosh, Joey!” She called out before she grabbed Blueblood like a large dog and pulled him back inside. “I’m so sorry. I’ll be right back.” She smiled before she brought the hyper unicorn to her bedroom. All he heard was the familiar sound of duck tape being unrolled a couple of times, some banging, then Melissa was the only one coming out with some scorch marks on her clothes and even her hair. She cleaned her hair as best as she could before speaking. “So, what’s the surprise visit?”

“... Uh… Was that a unicorn slapping me?” he asked, completely dumbfounded on what just happened, rubbing his cheeks.

“Uhh… no?” She answered with a cheesy smile.

“... Melissa, you're such a terrible liar. That has got to be a freakin’ Unicorn! Or unless you're gonna say that it's a large dog and I'm on something.”

“It’s a large dog and you’re on something.” She repeated what he said with a bigger smile. He face palmed himself.

“You're not even trying, are you? Alright, I know you have it in your room, tied up with duct tape, and I'm only going to ask you this: May I see it?”

“You… want to see the creature that slapped you?” She asked with a confused look.

“Yes, Melissa. I want to see it… and give it a good slap myself.” He barged in, cracking his knuckles.

“No, stop. He was just crazy on sugar.” She called out as she grabbed onto one of his arms.

“Sugar!? He!?”

“Yes, for some reason he got into my sugar and I guess got hyper… and annoying.” She looked away as she was still grabbing onto his arm.

“... And where did you find a Unicorn?”

“Well, he kinda found me. He knocked on my door, asking where some place called Canterlot was. And he even threatened me with his aunt that somehow controls the sun.” She rolled her eyes as she let go now.

He paused. “... What!? Canterlot?... Hold on… I think my cousin knows that… is his aunt something like Cakia? Celestial?... Celestia?”

“Celestia. And how would your cousin know of this place?” She asked as she was confused on someone else knowing of a new world or alternate dimension entirely.

“Oh great. Not only are you housing a unicorn, but a unicorn from some girl's show! Alright, who's it? That Jewelry loving mare or some other character?”

“Wait, he’s in some TV show?” She asked, ignoring his own questions.

“Yeah. That is, whoever ‘He’ is.”

“Well, he calls himself Prince Blueblood. I swear, he’s like one of those stuck up rich people.” She rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms.

“... Oh God no.” He opened her door. They saw Blueblood, wrapped like a mummy in duct tape, but he was already asleep, with some drool pouring out. “... Alright, you grab him by one side, and I'll take the other. Trash day is here, and they don't check what's in the cans.”

“Wait what? Why? I know he’s a bit of a jerk, but that’s no reason to try and throw him in the garbage.” Melissa said as she didn’t move to help with his plan.

“You want pretty much the most annoying character in your home?”

“I already know he’s annoying. And if I can handle my cousin, then I could handle some alien pony.” She said as she knew her cousin was ten times worse. ‘I’ll never let her come to my house ever again...’ She thought.

“... Why are you allowing this? You do realize that this guy is going to be a pain in the ass if you let him live here.”

“And you think it’s better to just throw him away. You know what those garbage trucks do to garbage, and I wouldn’t want that to be stuck in my head. And doing this will make you even worse than him.” She said. “He already knows that he can’t do anything without me, and even if he broke anything, some weird magic will fix it.”

“Or you can just kick him out. Melissa… what are you planning on doing with this horse? What's your motivation this time? You're in no financial or physical problems, so why are you having a unicorn around?”

Melissa stayed quiet for a moment, looking away as she honestly didn’t have a valid reason, but it was still a reason. “I was just thinking on what my mom would do.” She rubbed her arms. “Even if someone is the most vile and evil person in the world, you can still turn them around. And I know that he isn’t even evil. He’s just spoiled. Perhaps he was sent here so he could understand that money isn’t everything and being royalty doesn’t make you better than anyone. I mean, if I didn’t follow that rule, then I wouldn’t have met you.” She smiled a little as she looked up at him. “And I know your dad wouldn’t want to hear about you throwing someone in the trash just cause you don’t like them.”

“Snitch.” He glared, looking at Blueblood then back to her. He sighed. “Alright, if you say it's to help something other worldly, then who am I to judge. But I'm not sure; he's going to have to get a job ASAP, and not spend all his cash in one go.”

“Are you serious? How can an alien pony get a job. He might be sent to some science facility quicker then being approved of a job.” She said as she couldn’t believe he would suggest that.

“Yeah… or, no one care that there's a unicorn walking around.”

“You think no one would care for a mythical creature walking on the street? That’s the dumbest thing to assume.” Melissa shook her head as she felt that her friend was losing some brain cells over this.

“I know they would, but do you really think the government is going to put all of their resources on one unicorn? A unicorn who is working at a McDonalds as cashier and for minimum wage? Unless he landed in some government facility, I doubt they're going to be like the ones we see from the movies.”

“Well… maybe we should make him get adjusted to the area before he starts working. I mean, it might be too much to just get him to work.” Melissa said as she rubbed her arm again. “It did for me.”

“Yeah, fair enough. And when he gets a job, give it a few months, but he should help pay the rent.”

“For now, I think he should be given some chores. That seems like a good start.”

“Also good. Want me to help give him a tour of the area? And find some job applications later?”

“Maybe. I’ll call you when we start doing that.” She said as she walked away from her bedroom and sat down on the couch.

“Gotcha.” Muffled screaming came. They turned to see Blueblood wide awake, his screaming now muffled by the large amount of duct tape all around him.

“Looks like he’s awake.” She mumbled before getting back up and crouching down to where he was tied up. She yanked the tape off of his muzzle.

“What happened!? I blanked out and I'm tied up for some reason! What happened!? And get me out! It's ruining my luscious coat and mane!”

“Just shut it. We have an idea on what to do with you and maybe how to send you back.” Melissa said, knowing the last part will make him listen.

“You know a complex spell that can send me back?”

“... What!?” Joey spoke in confusion.

“No, but I think I know what you have to do for this portal spell thing to activate and send you back… possibly.” She answered, knowing that magic was fake here.

“Possibly?” Blueblood asked. “What do you mean by that?”

“What I mean is that you have to try and see things through a ‘peasant’s’ point of view.” She said with a smile. “And that means that you also have to go through things that people who aren’t as lucky as you go through.”

“Ech! Living like a peasant!? I'd rather die than stoop to your class.”

“It's either that or dying of old age here, buster.” Joey replied.

“What!?... And who's this monkey?”

“Monkey!? Why you little-!” Joey was ready to pummel Blueblood with his fists.

“This is Joey. He’s my friend and he’s here to help.” She answered as she held on tightly to his arm, her nails almost digging into his arm.

“Help?” Blueblood asked. “How is he going to help? He looks like he could barely afford anything.”

“Hey!” Joey yelled.

“He is going to help you into finding a job. So you could really work instead of showing off your money and bossing people around.” She said, letting Joey go. “And like he said, it’s either living like us and accepting our help, or you’ll never get back home and just die of old age.” She crossed her arms. “And I honestly wouldn’t mind keeping you like this for the rest of your life. Makes it easier for me.” She smirked.

“How!?” Blueblood and Joey asked in unison.

“Didn’t you just say you were going to find job applications for him!?” Melissa shouted at Joey as she thought that he might have some sort of short term memory loss.

“Yes,” Joey replied. “But how is it going to be easier on you?”

“Keeping him tied up?” She asked. “Well, he will be staying in one place, no risk of him eating any more of my stuff or even breaking anything. And I know he’ll love being at eye level with Salt and Pepper.” She smiled as she knew Blueblood wasn’t used to the rats yet.

“Oh no!” Blueblood whimpered. “Anything but that, please!”

“So will you go through a peasant's life?” She asked as she crouched down with a smile.

“Until I can find and purchase a spell book… I might as well.” He groaned.

“That’ll be quite a long time. Sad to say, but there aren’t any real spell books. Just some that we came up with.” She said as she got up and went to her dresser, opening her junk drawer and taking out a pocket knife.

“... Please… don't cut my mane and coat.”

She didn’t say anything as she went over to where he was and used the knife to cut the tape off. Of course, this did result in some small bits of his coat being cut down by only a few inches. Blueblood could only scream as he saw ‘patches’ of luscious coat, mane, and tail gone in his reflection.

“WHY-Y-Y!?!?!?” He screamed dramatically

“Oh come on. Why are you complaining now. I didn’t cut your mane or coat off.” She said, not seeing why he was screaming like he lost something precious.

“You ruined me! I'm almost as bad looking as the Yaks now!”

“... You two have fun.” Joey spoke, turning and leaving.

“Oh no you don’t.” She grabbed his arm before he even left the room. “You said you were going to help, and I think you need to give him a good tour around the city. And while you’re doing that, find him a job. Once you knocked on my door, he’s also your problem as well.”

“... Really?... Fine, come along, horse, you're getting a tour.”

“I am a unicorn!” Blueblood glared, following Joey.

Melissa watched as the two left, her home being quiet for once. She sighed as she rubbed her eyes and even yawned. Even though sleep sounded like a good idea, she knew that she had some grocery shopping to do.

Both Blueblood and Joey had their tour. While most people stopped and stared at the unicorn, with that good couple being kids wanting to ride him, everyone went back to their business. The duo visited the important landmarks and buildings, from the mall, to the park, and the beach. They weren't finished, however, and visited the grocery store.

“And this is our final destination.” Joey concluded the tour. “The grocery store. So, where do you think you can work in?”

“... Is the Burger King a real kingdom?” Blueblood asked. Joey face palmed himself.

Melissa could hear the two as she couldn’t help but giggle at the dumb question. Since the two left, she was shopping for a lot of stuff. From a book on how to take care of ponies to some grooming supplies. Now she was off getting some food, reading the newly purchased book to see what Blueblood could eat and what might be toxic to him. The two arrived to her.

“Hello, Melissa.” Joey spoke. “Blueblood had himself a tour around, but I'm not sure where he should work first.”

“I demand a chat with the king of burgers!” Blueblood demanded.

“Oh for the love of-! It's just a mascot! Okay!?”

“I demand an audience with him!” Joey groaned before turning to Melissa.

“How are things going for you? And… what are those?” He picked up her book and the grooming supplies. “... You're not serious, are you?”

“What? If he’s going to get a job, I know he won’t last long if he smells and looks as if he got out of a garbage dump.” She said. “And it’s not like I was prepared to have a pony as a roommate.” She crossed her arms as she knew what she was doing was right. “And honestly, I think it’s going to be like taking care of a dog… that eats plants mostly.”

“I am not a dog!” Blueblood yelled. “And I don't just eat plants!”

Melissa ignored the unicorn as she took the book back. “And besides. Do you know how to take care of a pony?” She asked Joey.

“No, and I doubt fake ponies require the same things as real ponies.” He answered.

“Fake!?” Blueblood appalled, taking a step back. His horn glowed as he pulled some gloves from the top shelf and slapped Joey across his face with them. “Can a fake do that!?”

“Ow!!!”

“Perhaps you should’ve said that when he was still knocked out.” She said as she took the gloves from Blueblood’s magic aura and put them back. “But you do have a point. Maybe an alien pony eats different stuff.”

“I am not an alien!” Blueblood replied. “You're the aliens!”

“Technically speaking, you’re in our world. And unless there is another alien pony like you, you’re the alien here.” She said as she crossed her arms on the handle of the shopping cart.

“Then what is this?” He levitated the book in his magic. “I see your kind has a passion for enslaving citizens of Equestria. I think the king of burgers would like a word on this.” Joey face palmed again, groaning in annoyance.

“Blueblood. Burger King isn't the name of some actual king. And in this world, ponies and horses are less intelligent here then where you're from. Heck, humans are the only intelligent species on this planet as far as we know now.” Melissa explained.

“That kinda sounds a bit racist.” Joey commented. “Or is it speciesist?”

“It doesn't matter.” Blueblood replied, walking away.

“Hey! Where are you going!?”

“To seek an audience with the king himself, you neigh sayers!” He flicked his tail and walked out with his nose held high in the air.

“... He's going to make a fool of himself.”

“Just make sure that he doesn’t blast the mascot in the face or something.” She sighed. “I need to purchase these.”

“You should be more worried if the mascot beats him up.” Joey replied before running after Blueblood.

“For the last time, I demand an audience with your king!” Blueblood demanded to the local teenage cashier. The local Burger was, as expected, filled with customers, most too busy having their whoppers to pay any attention to the unicorn that was demanding to meet the otherwise creepy looking plastic faced king.

“I'm sorry, sir,” The cashier behind the booth spoke with a squeaky voice. “But the king won't be back until next week.”

“And I demand to speak to him! I am a prince, so I'm close to becoming a king myself!”

“Again, I'm sorry sir, but you'll have to wait. Can I please take your order?”

“I order you to fetch your king, peasant!” Joey entered and dragged Blueblood away.

“Let's go, idiot!” Joey struggled to drag Blueblood out, who tried to crawl to the cashier and see the king.

“Never!”

“Oh come on! Melissa!? Where is that woman!?”

“In prison like you if you don't release me immediately!”

As if on cue, Melissa was walking over to where they were, bags in her hands as she saw that Joey wasn’t having the best time with Blueblood. She walked over to the two. “I’m guessing that he actually went through with it.” She said as she smiled a little.

“Not now!” Joey growled.

“Ya know, it would’ve been funny to see what a burger is that this so called ‘king’ rules over.” She giggled as she looked over at the prince. “Anyways, if you’re done sightseeing, we can go back home. Unless you want to go job hunting while we’re at it.” She said.

“Oh, and what!? Let Blue Balls here on the loose!?”

“It's Blueblood!” The Prince retorted.

“I didn’t say that.” She crossed her arms. “If you just want to be a stick-in-the-mud about all this, then maybe you’re no use on this plan.” She said as she honestly thought that maybe Joey would understand that she want’s Blueblood out of her life as well.

“Then help me by stop making a fool of himself!” Joey replied, holding both of Blueblood’s flanks in his hands.

“No! Help me get the king!” Blueblood retorted.

“Oh put a cork in it!” Melissa said as she shoved a carrot into Blueblood’s mouth, not really in the mood for his dumb behavior now. After a moment of breathing, she calmed down. “Alright, let’s just go home. This whole day was a mess in itself.” She said as she rubbed her forehead.

“Now are you going to help?” Joey asked rather impatiently.

“I’m helping by giving him a freaking place to live. All I’m asking is that you get some application sheets and that’s it. Is it really that hard. I mean, he can’t break anything and he’s only trouble when he opens his mouth.” Blueblood spat the carrot out.

“What's that suppose to mean!?” He demanded.

“It means what its supposed to mean, now shut up and eat your carrot.” She said before she shoved it back in his mouth. He grumbled spitting it out.

“Alright, for starters, I'm trying to find my way home, and the king of burgers should have a mage that can send me back. Second, I prefer my carrots sliced to 2 x 2 centimeter cubes and steamed to a 375°F for about half an hour.”

“And I prefer to kick your ass.” Joey grumbled. “Care to help now?”

“Blueblood! Magic doesn't exist here! There's no such thing! Only illusions and fake magic. Nothing else. That, and there are no mages and no kings. We're the only two who are trying to help. If all you're going to do is bitch and complain about everything or make pointless actions to find a king that is nothing but a mascot for food, then maybe there's no way to help you.” She said as she turned from angry to upset towards the end. “If you can't just accept what we have,” She said as she held out the carrot. “Then it'll only be harder for you to even get home.”

“... How am I going to act like a dog?” He simply asked.

“That's it!” Joey snapped, picking the prince up. “Let's find you a job!”

“No! Wait! I need to see his majesty!!!”

“The King of Burgers isn't real!” Melissa shouted angrily as she was now hating that she had to help him so he could get out of her life. “He doesn't even have a real name!”

“A title's good enough!” Joey pushed the door open. “NOOO!!!” Melissa followed. The cashier blinked.

“... That was weird.” He simply commented before returning back to work.

“Ya know, I think a bit of duct tape might make this job hunting a whole lot better.” Melissa said with a smile as she pulled out a roll of tape from one of her shopping bags. “At least, it was the last time.” Blueblood continued his struggling.

“Let me go!” He yelled. “From one representative of a kingdom to another, I must seek an audience with this world's king!.. Or queen.”

“We don't have either, idiot.” Joey grunted. “We have a president… a racist, Orange President.”

“Then I seek to chat with them! We can work together to keep other species out!... Perhaps with a wall?”

“No way!” Melissa said as she was close to unrolling a piece of tape to keep his mouth shut.

“What? Every story known has some sort of wall that keeps everyone inside safe and dangers out. Don't you have stories involving a wall as some story point?”

“... Sadly, we do.” Joey admitted.

“Ta-Da! We're more alike than we think! Are you also on the lookout for specific species that may ruin your culture, ways of life, and are inferior to yours?”

“... I'm not going to say anything.”

“Our president is an idiot and he had absolutely no idea how to run a continent.” She crossed her arms. “I'm just waiting until he causes another world war.”

“Ooh! That's how I feel about my aunt sometimes!”

“Celestia?” She asked.

“Yep! She's always trying to befriend the other kingdoms and making them similar to us. I say a wall around our borders will make everything better, especially if they're brutes.”

“... We're with a pony version of Trump, aren't we?” Joey asked, breaking the silence.

“Eeyup.” Melissa simply said.

“Who's Trump?” Blueblood asked. “I'd love to meet him if he's like me.”

“I’d prefer you don’t. Besides, it’s not like we could get ahold of him for you. He’d think we’re crazy if we said a snobby uptight unicorn wants to see him.” She said.

“What about a prince who wants to build a wall?”

“Oh just shut up!” Joey hissed.

“... Did his kind attack this land?”

“There’s only one kind of human, but he thinks that skin color and location on where you were born makes you completely different.” She crossed her arms as she scowled a little.

“Hmm… he's not too off.”

“THAT'S RACIST!!!” Joey yelled.

“Blueblood, just get all of that out of your head. If you don't want to get killed out here, then don't say any of that to anyone.” She said.

“But what if they're supporters? You all made him this ‘President’ for a reason.”

“Yeah, but the smart people decided not to vote and made the idiots vote instead.” She said.

“So a majority of you are idiots?”

“No. Just some people know when there’s no use in trying since the world is going to shit...”

“Your world is turning into feces?”

“Yeah… you could say that.” She mumbled.

“Ugh! I've got to get out of here as soon as possible! Oh, if only I had studied those spells about teleportation and phasing rather than determining the value of those gemstones!... Though they did match my eyes.”

“Shows how much of an idiot you are...” She mumbled again as she had a feeling he knew little to nothing on what to do with the horn on his head.

“What!? When you throw the most extravagant of parties, you must look the part and be a gracious host… if they're invited, of course, and are presentable themselves.”

“I honestly wouldn't care how I look. If I invite my friends to a party a planned myself, then I can wear what I want to wear at my party.” She crossed her arms as she leaned against the wall. “No one tells me what I can or can't wear.”

“That's probably because you weren't invited to the cool kid's party.”

“Or maybe I was and I just didn't bother going.” She said as she honestly didn't want to talk about this.

“Are you sure you want this guy with you?” Joey asked “I think we can make a fortune at the glue factory with him.”

“I thought you said you didn't have magic.” Blueblood glared at them.

“We don’t.” She plainly said.

“Think of the cash we can get from this guy.” Joey suggested. “It'll be fast and easy.”

“How are they going to process my magic into glue!?” Blueblood demanded.

“We don’t use magic. We use the hooves of horses… I think.” She answered as she looked at him. “And in order to do that, we need a horse that doesn’t move.”

“So… I'm getting a free Hooficure? Sweet Neighwegion deals! Paid by peasants wanting to give their prince’s hooves a nice cleansing? I'll take that offer!”

“They aren’t that. It’s kinda like taking the branches off a log, except the log is you and the branches are your hooves.” She explained in a simple way.

“... What kind of mad world am I in!?”

“A world where there’s no such thing as magic, friendship is very rare, and pretty much everyone is either poor, rude, or snobby like you.” She plainly answered. “So this is the perfect place for you!” She joked with a smile.

“I don't think friendships are that rare.” Joey commented. “Have you seen some of the Fandoms?”

“And are these ‘Fandoms’ like labor unions?” Blueblood asked.

“No, just people who are a fan of something.”

“Of something really weird. Like, have you seen those people who dress up as animals? I mean, who does that?” She asked as she remembered seeing all the not-so-innocent images online.

“My friend Steve, remember?” Joey replied with some impatience in his tone.

“Yeah. Your friend. I remember when I met him, he wouldn’t stop showing me videos of people wearing the suits in public. I mean, I’m fine with the animations, but the guys in the suits just creep me out.” She shivered at the thought of it.

“I am lost here.” Blueblood spoke.

“Sorry, it's just something my friend likes that she doesn't.” Joey apologized.

“But we need to find you a job ASAP.”

“But what kind of place will even take him with his super bad personality?” She asked.

“I'm not bad!” Blueblood retorted.

“I'm pretty sure the bar could work.” Joey suggested.

“Yeah. But we don’t have any bars nearby. Or, some that are even hiring.” She replied.

“Then why not the pub?”

“Are they hiring?” She asked.

“It can't hurt to try.”

“Ooh! I hope it's a nice pub!” Blueblood gleamed.

Melissa only rolled her eyes as she didn’t say anything. “Fine. Lead the way, I guess.”