>>25235444Nice trips.Your name is Gipsy. Your coat is dark red, funnily clashing with your recently cut, short gray mane.
You reside on a flat on the edge of town with your three friends: Liv, Monty, and Scruff.
Liv is the brawn of the quartet. With his bulky build and sparsely scarred tan coat, along with a ruffled brown mane, ponies tend to avoid crossing paths with him, if at all possible.
Monty is slick, sly, and sarcastic pegasus. Matters are almost always a guessing game when it comes to him. His gray coat and black mane betrayed the yellow eyes that mares seemed to fawn over. You still find it hard to call him a friend, but he's helped you out far more times than not.
Scruff is a bit... different. Equipped with a greasy, dark yellow coat, a slightly lighter yet equally dirty mane, and wide eyes that strike fear into whoever meets with his gaze. He's also a little fidgety. All of the creepiness despite being the group sweetheart.
Ahem.
You work evening hours at as a high school janitor. As much as you despise it, it helped pay the bills. Your friends worked similar lines of work: Liv works with garbage and Scruff works with you at the school. But Monty's line of work is quite mysterious. He claims to work alongside criminal investigations, but you've never seen him at a scene.
Nonetheless, this is your weekend, so you've slept in on the couch in the living room. As your eyes peel open, you see the television going. It's on The Nut, a station based on dumb conspiracies and hoaxes long-disproved. Scruff must have been watching in here earlier.
As you squint, you hear a loud snore coming from just above you, followed by two forelegs wrapping around you.
>"Oh no, the garbage can wait Mrs. Maple."...
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