@Prism King
(Alright. I got no school tomorrow, so I’ll check in at……for you 8:00 am, for me 10:00 am. That sound good?)
I take a sip of the soda.
CB: Huh…….it tastes like Coca-Cola, but doesn’t have that recognizable brown tint.
Very clever. And tasty.
I take another sip and watch everyone else, save for IBC and me, walk out to go to bed. I look at IBC.
CB: Man, it’s been crazy, huh Red?
IBC:…………..
CB:……Red? You doing ok?
IBC glances at me, then sighs.
IBC: I’m fine. Just……thinking about that argument from a while back. Between me and that……..* sigh *….Concord.
I look at him worryingly.
CB: What, do you feel bad about it?
IBC:………I’m not going to answer that.
CB: Oh, c’mon, it you wanna apologise, nobody’s sto-
He suddenly points at me and yells.
IBC: NO! I WON’T ALOLOGIZE! I…….I………….
He leans back on the chair, putting his forehoof down.
IBC: I……….I don’t know anymore. Just……..Just go to bed. Leave me to think.
CB: ……….alright, sure. If….that’s what you want.
I get off the stool I was sitting on, pick up my drink with my magic, and trot off to a bedroom.
CB: G’night, Red.
IBC sits in the chair, staring up at the ceiling.
IBC:………..I just don’t know anymore.
He slowly closes his eyes and drifts to sleep. Meanwhile, I finish my Clear-Cola and put the glass on a table. I’m in a bedroom by myself, with a small bed, a bookshelf, and a bedside table with a lamp on it. I sigh and walk over to it.
Trot-ski: CB, was it?
I stop and turn around. Trot-ski is standing in the doorway.
CB: Oh, hi. Do you need something?
Trot-ski: No, no, I just…….want thank you.
CB: Thank me? For what?
Trot-ski: For coming to save me. Very bold. Anypony else run away in fear. But not you.
CB: Ah, it’s nothing. I just…….wanted to make sure everyone got out okay. I’ve always hated fighting.
Trot-ski: Ah, but as they say, to have peace, you must prepare for war. Fighting normal part of life.
CB: Yea, but……..I wish it wasn’t, you know?
Trot-ski chuckles.
Trot-ski: Heh heh, don’t we all? Anyways, rest up. Big day tomorrow.
CB: Yea, yea, I’m getting there. G’night, Mr.Trot-ski.
Trot-ski: Good night, Comrade.
Trot-ski walks to his bedroom. I close the door, turn off the light, and get into bed. It takes a while, but eventually, I fall asleep…