Y'know, after looking back into yesterday's entry, I realized something. The only way to truly protect my waifu is under locked contract. That's right, I'M GOING TO MARRY APPLEJACK. Where's the ring going to go? Uh... hmm... have you ever noticed how none of the Earth ponies get married? How come only unicorns/alicorns do? Strange. I don't even remember what happened in Slice of Life. I should really re-watch those...

Anyway, just one more announcement before I begin, after Friday, I'm going to be taking October off to recollect and organize my past experiences a bit more. If I do make a blog post, it'll be in my The Archives collection, not this one. This is all strictly theatrical, sarcastic stories that show no degree of assertiveness. So after this week, which will make one month of writing these, I won't be posting until November. I'm trying to make this a "seasonly" thing. So have at that; back to the story.

I'm not sure if I said this one already, but I went on vacation this summer to the grand States of the Americas. Yes, it was fine; I had bit of fun. Near the end, however, I was granted the honor of meeting with my brother, who lives further north. Now, I hadn't heard from him in about three or four months due to him being absent from our regular household. Thus, he had no idea of my involvement in any of the fandoms following his departure (FNaF, MLP, blah). So this made just about everything extra awkward for the three of us.

Around the first night of our stay, he asks me what I've been up to. Naturally, I told him the truth, beating around the bush, and simply replying,
"Oh, y'know, I've gotten into creating music, drawing, graphic design, writing..."
He was, of course, impressed. Considering I had next to no hobbies at the time of his release, my improvement since joining the fandom and becoming involved was tremendous on his scales.

At that point, everything was fine, until we were all sitting by his stack of movies, where, I shared my personal opinions on the movie, Zootopia (I have nothing against the movie other than one of my friends being turned into a very offensive furry afterward). Following my comment, came a very lax,
"Don't watch MLP, or you'll turn into a brony."
My heart sank at that point. It didn't come from me, or my brother, instead, it arose from my mother. Luckily, no suspicions came to pass and that was when I learned of my brother's first experience with a brony whom he'd worked with.

The guy my older sibling described was your typical, prideful, Rainbow Dash loving brony who wore a pair of rainbow PJs to work each day. All of which sent off alarms in my oxygen deprived mind. Alarms that told me quite bluntly that everything was going to burn into ashes and disintegrate at the will of the Dinkster.

So how did I tell my brother I was unworthy? I purposely got lazy. Along my adventures, I brought my fiance', Applejack. (yes, that is how I will refer to her from now on, like it or not) While I do believe I said this once before, the way I told my parents I was a brony was through lazily leaving my toys upon my bed. Luckily everything ran smoothly and my brother took, believe it or not, thirty minutes to realize the orange farm fiance sitting on his couch, patiently waiting for me to return and caress her smooth, sleek, tender, sweet, loving...

Did he approve of my bond with such content? Of course not, but denial is better than rejection.

-RealityPublishing