Stylo slept quite soundly that night, waking up bright and early as the soft light of early sunrise began drifting in through the window (whether অথবা not he dreamt of Cloudchaser he couldn’t remember). He sat comfortably on his bed, once again লেখা in his little black book. He wasn’t frustrated অথবা upset at his lack of creativity, anymore – in fact, he was quite amused দ্বারা Cloudchaser’s ability to leave his inner monologue speechless.
He simply wrote what came to mind, careless of its eloquence অথবা coherence.
A grey Pegasus
Yes, that’s true
Quite familiar, actually
As the পরাকাষ্ঠা one would say
Beauty
She beholds in the book
In which I attempt to mold
Some hardened clay into
That fa
His stream of consciousness was once again broken দ্বারা a harsh knock on his door. Once again he shuffled over to answer it, and once again it was রামধনু Dash.
Stylo gave a weak smile and a halfhearted salute. “Good morning, Cap’n.”
“You’re in trouble, Stylo,” রামধনু began, “…and I really don’t want to do this.”
Stylo’s smile faded to a frown of concern. Trouble? What could he possibly have done?
“Wild আগুন told me all about your work yesterday. She ব্যক্ত আপনি spent your whole shift lazing around, trying to convince her to stop working, and লেখা in your little book. She ব্যক্ত আপনি were unmotivated, lazy, and crazy rude.”
Stylo nodded. “Those would be accurate observations.”
“Ugh, Stylo! When I came to your house and dragged আপনি up here, I wasn’t messing around. We need everybody on the ball if we’re going to get this mess sorted out. “
Stylo rolled his eyes. “I don’t think one টাট্টু is going to make a whole lot of difference, here.”
রামধনু leaned in and glared at him. “If everypony had THAT mindset, we might as well quit right now!”
His mouth spread into a toothy grin. “Alright! Let’s all go home, then!”
“Ugh…” she grunted, rubbing her temples, “I thought we could get along, Stylo, but I guess that’s not happening. Looks like আপনি need a little incentive to get আপনি working.”
Quick as a flash, রামধনু snatched Stylo’s notebook and pen from his hooves.
“Whaaaa-aaaa-AAAAAAHH?!” Stylo was absolutely horrified.
“You’ll get these back when I see that you’ve at least TRIED to help us.”
“M-my… my life! Rainbow, আপনি can’t-!”
“What’s the matter? Where’s all that sarcasm and wit আপনি were dishing out, earlier?” রামধনু mocked with a smirk.
“IN THERE!” Stylo cried, pointing a hoof at his precious book.
“Come on, chop-chop! Go eat some breakfast. Wild আগুন should be waiting for আপনি out west দ্বারা the time you’re through.” And with that, she took off to who-knows-where with blinding speed, clutching Stylo’s most prized possessions.
Stylo stood in silence for a few moments. He was having such a good morning. Now he was watching his purpose in life fly away.
After a few মিনিট he shuffled out, heading west. He didn’t eat breakfast.
---
Stylo managed to reach his co-workers after walking like a zombie for what seemed like an eternity. The Weather Team was hard at work kicking at the mighty thunderheads – their fearsome size and bassy rumble much reduced from the দিন before. Wild আগুন was talking with Trixie when he arrived.
“There আপনি are, Stylo!” Wild আগুন called, standing up, “Rainbow assigned Trixie to our troop because she ব্যক্ত আপনি two seemed to get along.”
“With the Great and Powerful Trixie and the Wild and Fiery Wild আগুন on your side, our cloud-clearing might will increase tenfold!” Trixie proclaimed.
“You think you-… Stylo… আপনি look awful…” Wild আগুন remarked, stepping over and examining her partner. During his west-bound walk, a crumpled up piece of paper had blown across his path. He was nervously clutching it and muttering to himself. His windswept mane had হারিয়ে গেছে much of its shape, and his eyes looked strained and unhinged.
“I… found this paper. That’s one. One down. Now… now all I need is a… pen. Ink. A substance. A runny, runny substance…”
Wild আগুন looked confused. “Where’s your little book?”
“She… took it.”
“Oooooh, ouch!” Wild আগুন teased, eyes screwed shut, “Looks like you’ll actually have to help me today, huh?”
Stylo ব্যক্ত nothing.
Trixie trotted over. “Oh Stylo, I’ve been meaning to ask you, do আপনি think we could- AH! Are you… drooling?”
He was.
“Yes, yes!” Stylo perked up, “Drool! Of course! It’s just like ink… it has the same properties…”
Stylo held the crumpled paper below his mouth and began to drool on it. The two mares were repulsed.
“AGH! Ohhh, don-… Okay. Maybe আপনি should sit this one out,” Wild আগুন suggested.
“NO!” Stylo stopped “writing” and dashed over to a frightened Wild Fire, “IF I DO, SHE’LL NEVER LET ME HAVE THEM!”
“Okay, okay!” she cried, “Let’s… get to work…I guess!”
Stylo’s work ethic was a হারিয়ে গেছে cause. রামধনু had hoped to motivate Stylo with her book napping, but all she had done was destroy him. He feebly poked at nearby clouds while Wild আগুন and Trixie gave it their all. He was simply unable to function while his life’s work lay in some unknown location – dropped on the floor, অথবা torn up, অথবা thrown away, অথবা set on fire… good heavens! The thought was too much to bear.
Occasionally he tried to give a nearby মেঘ a nudge অথবা push, but আরো often than not he opted to rest his head on them অথবা bury it in their fluffy wetness, emerging damp and even আরো pathetic looking.
“Stylo…” Wild আগুন called with a sigh as he plunged his head into another cloud, “It’s not that bad. I’m sure রামধনু will-Stylo, look out!”
Stylo had unfortunately plunged his face into a thunderhead. With a mighty rumble, a jolt of electricity found Stylo to be a wonderful conductor.
“AAAAAAAGH!” he bellowed, shaking and smoking. Wild আগুন hurriedly rushed over and pulled his head out to find him singed and soot-covered.
“Maybe if I do that enough… I’ll forget!” he hopelessly remarked.
Wild আগুন breathed a worry-filled sigh. “…Okay. Trixie?”
Trixie was attempting to shave off a chunk of a nearby thunderhead. “Oof! Agh! Clearing out these clouds while maintaining my walk-on-clouds spell is not easy. How does Twilight give Pinkie one jolt that lasts her the…whole… day?!” She managed to sever a large chunk while finishing her sentence, flying down to Wild আগুন and Stylo afterward.
“Did আপনি say something?”
“Yeah… I think Stylo’s had enough. Let’s মোড়ানো this up.”
“…No!” Stylo cried, still smoking, “We have to keep going!”
“Look at yourself, man!” Wild আগুন yelled back, “You were drooling on paper and sticking your head in storm clouds!”
“I AM A BROKEN HORSE!!!”
“Didn’t somepony break আপনি last night?”
Stylo and Wild আগুন whirled around to see Pinkie Pie.
“Remember? আপনি ব্যক্ত somepony broke you, and I came in and was like, ‘Who broke you?’ and আপনি were like ‘AHH!’ because I broke into your hut, and then I asked আপনি about Cloudcha-“
“Cloudchaser…” Stylo whispered to himself. He reached into his কোট pocket and pulled out the hand mirror Wild আগুন had প্রদত্ত to him. His face was a disaster. His eyes were bloodshot, his mane was blackened and charged with electricity, his hair matted, his cheeks stained with rain and tears… what if Cloudchaser saw him like this? Babbling and crying over a little book like some kind of spoiled child? No… he was better than this. He would do his time and get his book back!
Stylo wiped his face and stared intently at his reflection. Wild আগুন looked over his shoulder at the mirror.
“Stylo…” she said, putting a hoof on his shoulder.
He puffed out his chest and held his mirror high. “I can DO it!”
Wild আগুন was stunned. Stylo was motivating himself… and taking her advice, no less!
“YEAH!” she cried, pumping a hoof, “YOU CAN DO IT!”
“I CAN DO IT!” he cried back.
“YOU CAN DO IT!”
“LET’S DO IT!”
“YEAH!”
“YEAH!”
“Woah!”
Stylo and Wild আগুন were practically nose to nose when রামধনু Dash showed up. Stylo turned to রামধনু and saw someone standing behind her. That beautiful creature Cloudchaser had come, too.
“Stylo! আপনি look both terrible and amazing!” রামধনু yelled, throwing up her hooves.
“I feel alive! Then again, that may be the electricity talking!” he replied, wiping some of the soot from his mane. He was speaking to Rainbow, but couldn’t keep his gaze from Cloudchaser’s stunning presence.
“Cloudchaser came দ্বারা my office – she’s been watching আপনি all day. She ব্যক্ত আপনি looked miserable, so I… came to give আপনি your things back.” She held his book and pen in outstretched hooves.
Stylo couldn’t believe his eyes. He carefully reached out and scooped them up, holding them close to his chest and consoling them. He looked up at Cloudchaser – his hero. She had made his life whole again. He was immeasurably grateful.
“…Thank you…” he choked out, eyes tearing up.
“No problem!” রামধনু and Cloudchaser ব্যক্ত simultaneously.
“Does this mean you’re not broken, anymore?!” Pinkie asked eagerly.
Stylo took a deep breath. “I think so.”
“Yay, yay, yay! Nopony is broken! That HAS to deserve a party, right?” she asked, beaming up at রামধনু and batting her eyelashes.
রামধনু grinned and scratched her head. “Well… cleanup progress was a lot better today than we thought it would be. I think we’ve got a handle on these clouds. I guess we could spare some time for a party.”
Pinkie promptly took off into the air like a rocket, leaving a bright jetstream behind her.
Stylo wasn’t so happy. He hated parties.
He simply wrote what came to mind, careless of its eloquence অথবা coherence.
A grey Pegasus
Yes, that’s true
Quite familiar, actually
As the পরাকাষ্ঠা one would say
Beauty
She beholds in the book
In which I attempt to mold
Some hardened clay into
That fa
His stream of consciousness was once again broken দ্বারা a harsh knock on his door. Once again he shuffled over to answer it, and once again it was রামধনু Dash.
Stylo gave a weak smile and a halfhearted salute. “Good morning, Cap’n.”
“You’re in trouble, Stylo,” রামধনু began, “…and I really don’t want to do this.”
Stylo’s smile faded to a frown of concern. Trouble? What could he possibly have done?
“Wild আগুন told me all about your work yesterday. She ব্যক্ত আপনি spent your whole shift lazing around, trying to convince her to stop working, and লেখা in your little book. She ব্যক্ত আপনি were unmotivated, lazy, and crazy rude.”
Stylo nodded. “Those would be accurate observations.”
“Ugh, Stylo! When I came to your house and dragged আপনি up here, I wasn’t messing around. We need everybody on the ball if we’re going to get this mess sorted out. “
Stylo rolled his eyes. “I don’t think one টাট্টু is going to make a whole lot of difference, here.”
রামধনু leaned in and glared at him. “If everypony had THAT mindset, we might as well quit right now!”
His mouth spread into a toothy grin. “Alright! Let’s all go home, then!”
“Ugh…” she grunted, rubbing her temples, “I thought we could get along, Stylo, but I guess that’s not happening. Looks like আপনি need a little incentive to get আপনি working.”
Quick as a flash, রামধনু snatched Stylo’s notebook and pen from his hooves.
“Whaaaa-aaaa-AAAAAAHH?!” Stylo was absolutely horrified.
“You’ll get these back when I see that you’ve at least TRIED to help us.”
“M-my… my life! Rainbow, আপনি can’t-!”
“What’s the matter? Where’s all that sarcasm and wit আপনি were dishing out, earlier?” রামধনু mocked with a smirk.
“IN THERE!” Stylo cried, pointing a hoof at his precious book.
“Come on, chop-chop! Go eat some breakfast. Wild আগুন should be waiting for আপনি out west দ্বারা the time you’re through.” And with that, she took off to who-knows-where with blinding speed, clutching Stylo’s most prized possessions.
Stylo stood in silence for a few moments. He was having such a good morning. Now he was watching his purpose in life fly away.
After a few মিনিট he shuffled out, heading west. He didn’t eat breakfast.
---
Stylo managed to reach his co-workers after walking like a zombie for what seemed like an eternity. The Weather Team was hard at work kicking at the mighty thunderheads – their fearsome size and bassy rumble much reduced from the দিন before. Wild আগুন was talking with Trixie when he arrived.
“There আপনি are, Stylo!” Wild আগুন called, standing up, “Rainbow assigned Trixie to our troop because she ব্যক্ত আপনি two seemed to get along.”
“With the Great and Powerful Trixie and the Wild and Fiery Wild আগুন on your side, our cloud-clearing might will increase tenfold!” Trixie proclaimed.
“You think you-… Stylo… আপনি look awful…” Wild আগুন remarked, stepping over and examining her partner. During his west-bound walk, a crumpled up piece of paper had blown across his path. He was nervously clutching it and muttering to himself. His windswept mane had হারিয়ে গেছে much of its shape, and his eyes looked strained and unhinged.
“I… found this paper. That’s one. One down. Now… now all I need is a… pen. Ink. A substance. A runny, runny substance…”
Wild আগুন looked confused. “Where’s your little book?”
“She… took it.”
“Oooooh, ouch!” Wild আগুন teased, eyes screwed shut, “Looks like you’ll actually have to help me today, huh?”
Stylo ব্যক্ত nothing.
Trixie trotted over. “Oh Stylo, I’ve been meaning to ask you, do আপনি think we could- AH! Are you… drooling?”
He was.
“Yes, yes!” Stylo perked up, “Drool! Of course! It’s just like ink… it has the same properties…”
Stylo held the crumpled paper below his mouth and began to drool on it. The two mares were repulsed.
“AGH! Ohhh, don-… Okay. Maybe আপনি should sit this one out,” Wild আগুন suggested.
“NO!” Stylo stopped “writing” and dashed over to a frightened Wild Fire, “IF I DO, SHE’LL NEVER LET ME HAVE THEM!”
“Okay, okay!” she cried, “Let’s… get to work…I guess!”
Stylo’s work ethic was a হারিয়ে গেছে cause. রামধনু had hoped to motivate Stylo with her book napping, but all she had done was destroy him. He feebly poked at nearby clouds while Wild আগুন and Trixie gave it their all. He was simply unable to function while his life’s work lay in some unknown location – dropped on the floor, অথবা torn up, অথবা thrown away, অথবা set on fire… good heavens! The thought was too much to bear.
Occasionally he tried to give a nearby মেঘ a nudge অথবা push, but আরো often than not he opted to rest his head on them অথবা bury it in their fluffy wetness, emerging damp and even আরো pathetic looking.
“Stylo…” Wild আগুন called with a sigh as he plunged his head into another cloud, “It’s not that bad. I’m sure রামধনু will-Stylo, look out!”
Stylo had unfortunately plunged his face into a thunderhead. With a mighty rumble, a jolt of electricity found Stylo to be a wonderful conductor.
“AAAAAAAGH!” he bellowed, shaking and smoking. Wild আগুন hurriedly rushed over and pulled his head out to find him singed and soot-covered.
“Maybe if I do that enough… I’ll forget!” he hopelessly remarked.
Wild আগুন breathed a worry-filled sigh. “…Okay. Trixie?”
Trixie was attempting to shave off a chunk of a nearby thunderhead. “Oof! Agh! Clearing out these clouds while maintaining my walk-on-clouds spell is not easy. How does Twilight give Pinkie one jolt that lasts her the…whole… day?!” She managed to sever a large chunk while finishing her sentence, flying down to Wild আগুন and Stylo afterward.
“Did আপনি say something?”
“Yeah… I think Stylo’s had enough. Let’s মোড়ানো this up.”
“…No!” Stylo cried, still smoking, “We have to keep going!”
“Look at yourself, man!” Wild আগুন yelled back, “You were drooling on paper and sticking your head in storm clouds!”
“I AM A BROKEN HORSE!!!”
“Didn’t somepony break আপনি last night?”
Stylo and Wild আগুন whirled around to see Pinkie Pie.
“Remember? আপনি ব্যক্ত somepony broke you, and I came in and was like, ‘Who broke you?’ and আপনি were like ‘AHH!’ because I broke into your hut, and then I asked আপনি about Cloudcha-“
“Cloudchaser…” Stylo whispered to himself. He reached into his কোট pocket and pulled out the hand mirror Wild আগুন had প্রদত্ত to him. His face was a disaster. His eyes were bloodshot, his mane was blackened and charged with electricity, his hair matted, his cheeks stained with rain and tears… what if Cloudchaser saw him like this? Babbling and crying over a little book like some kind of spoiled child? No… he was better than this. He would do his time and get his book back!
Stylo wiped his face and stared intently at his reflection. Wild আগুন looked over his shoulder at the mirror.
“Stylo…” she said, putting a hoof on his shoulder.
He puffed out his chest and held his mirror high. “I can DO it!”
Wild আগুন was stunned. Stylo was motivating himself… and taking her advice, no less!
“YEAH!” she cried, pumping a hoof, “YOU CAN DO IT!”
“I CAN DO IT!” he cried back.
“YOU CAN DO IT!”
“LET’S DO IT!”
“YEAH!”
“YEAH!”
“Woah!”
Stylo and Wild আগুন were practically nose to nose when রামধনু Dash showed up. Stylo turned to রামধনু and saw someone standing behind her. That beautiful creature Cloudchaser had come, too.
“Stylo! আপনি look both terrible and amazing!” রামধনু yelled, throwing up her hooves.
“I feel alive! Then again, that may be the electricity talking!” he replied, wiping some of the soot from his mane. He was speaking to Rainbow, but couldn’t keep his gaze from Cloudchaser’s stunning presence.
“Cloudchaser came দ্বারা my office – she’s been watching আপনি all day. She ব্যক্ত আপনি looked miserable, so I… came to give আপনি your things back.” She held his book and pen in outstretched hooves.
Stylo couldn’t believe his eyes. He carefully reached out and scooped them up, holding them close to his chest and consoling them. He looked up at Cloudchaser – his hero. She had made his life whole again. He was immeasurably grateful.
“…Thank you…” he choked out, eyes tearing up.
“No problem!” রামধনু and Cloudchaser ব্যক্ত simultaneously.
“Does this mean you’re not broken, anymore?!” Pinkie asked eagerly.
Stylo took a deep breath. “I think so.”
“Yay, yay, yay! Nopony is broken! That HAS to deserve a party, right?” she asked, beaming up at রামধনু and batting her eyelashes.
রামধনু grinned and scratched her head. “Well… cleanup progress was a lot better today than we thought it would be. I think we’ve got a handle on these clouds. I guess we could spare some time for a party.”
Pinkie promptly took off into the air like a rocket, leaving a bright jetstream behind her.
Stylo wasn’t so happy. He hated parties.