Guten Tag!
Disclaimer: You should know I don't own MLP: FiM by now. If you don't, read more
Let's get this started shall we?
My day began as all others did; wake up at eight o' clock, have breakfast, check the mail in case someone needs something repaired. After - oh wait, I haven't introduced myself, have I? I apologize. My name is Fractal Greyscale. I am a dark gray unicorn stallion of a fairly scrawny build, with a black mane and tail with white highlights. If you were wondering, my eyes are a very dark gray color. Bland, right? Well, it fits. My cutie mark is a solid white fractal snowflake pattern with a light gray border. I'm a repairstallion by trade, though my cutie mark symbolizes my affinity for all things in the realm of physical science. I also have a slight disability with magic: I can't use normal magic, instead I can only shape my magic into, not spells, but actual physical shapes; usually with sides numbering in multiples of three. It's rather useful though, given my job.
Anyways, so, it's Monday of all the accursed days of the week, and today's forecast says sweltering temperatures with a few clouds. Wonderful.
Well, requests never wait, let's go.
Oh wait – I forgot to tell you; I'm the most antisocial pony in town, though nopony seems to realize this. There are a lot of awkward situations that happen because of my apathy.
Okay! First stop is the house of Vinyl Scratch; she broke a speaker, apparently from the party three days ago. Greeeeaaaat. Well, at least her roommate, Octavia, is more professional.
I approached the door and knocked, "Oh! Hello Mr. Greyscale, is this about Vinyl's broken speaker? She's been whining ever since the party, I hope you can fix it", if you couldn't tell, that was Octavia answering the door, to which I replied with, "Yes it is. May I come in?"
As a side note, I also have a slight speech impediment, causing me to speak in a near perfect monotone.
Entering the house itself, I quickly located the burnt out speaker, along with a near frantic Vinyl. Seriously, that mare is just too unprofessional; at least I keep my outbursts under control.
"Please, Fractal! You gotta fix this speaker! How else am I supposed to perform!? Please!" Blinking in surprise, I calmly strode past the slightly hysterical mare, opened up the speaker, and assessed the problem.
"It appears that your insistence on blasting music at high volumes has completely fried most of the circuitry in this speaker. No problem; it will be an easy fix." This is where my magic is really useful; using it to form solid objects allow me to not need anything in the way of tools, other than the magic to use them. *Snip* *Snip* *Hiss* *ZAP* "...Ouch, my hoof..."
Three hours later, and the speaker was blasting again, louder than before, even. After running the numbers through my head a few times, I nodded, "That will be 100 bits*, please. Here is your receipt."
Receiving the necessary payment, I left.
With that done, I made my rounds around town, fixing everything that anypony needed to be fixed, from broken clocks to holes in walls.
Six thirty and the sun is setting and my appointments have all been seen to. Since I can't really cook much other than a few Carthayan* dishes, I went down to Sugarcube Corner to grab myself some early dinner. Once inside, I took a moment to appreciate the smell of a well stocked bakery, and stepped up to the counter. Oh, great; Pinkie Pie is running the register today. I'm not saying that to be mean, it's just, that mare has a way to get along with near everypony... also she scares me a little. Seriously, nopony should be able to do what she does. *Ahem* So I stepped up to the counter and greeted Pinkie, "Good evening Pinkie" "The usual, Fracty?" "How many times have I told you not to call me that? And yes, the usual, if you please" "Here ya go! That'll be fifteen bits. have a nice evening, Fracty-Wacty!" In all honesty, that mare is pretty much the only pony that can provoke such a reaction from ME of all ponies. Whatever. A quiet walk back to my home while enjoying a nice DLT* sandwich and a hot chocolate later, and I was just about ready to hit the sack.
I made it into my bed, turned off the lights, and fell asleep. Time: eight o' clock.
End Day One
And that's chapter 1
*I'd say that's worth about 300 some dollars, but whatever
*Carthayan – Cathayan – Chinese. Fractal Greyscale is Chinese
*Daisy, Lettuce, Tomato, can't use bacon, after all
Omake: What does Fractal dream about?
I woke up in a black void. I don't dream much, mostly just wandering my mindscape and building defenses.
Otherwise I dream about new applications for my unique magic.
I'm a pretty boring pony.