Time for Midnight

Chapter 2: Brown Haired Collision

       Midnight swam north. Once he was near a shoreline, he poked his head out of the water to look for humans. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized he was alone or so he thought. As something grabbed his caudal and pulled him under.

                       An orange mermaid with an off white tail was holding onto him, tightly.

                                    "Hey, let go of me." Midnight exclaimed as he tried to shake her off.

                                              "Nope." the mermaid said with a smile. "I'm having to much fun."

                                                "Ugh, I said." Midnight started as he brought his tail close to his back. "Let go." he shouted as he swam off at top speed, but to his surprise she didn't go flying off.

                                               She giggled. "Do it again."

                                                Midnight cocked his head to the side. "How are you still on me?"

                                                          "I held on, silly." the mermaid replied with a smile.

                                                              "You're a party planner, aren't you?" Midnight asked, knowingly.

                                                                    The mermaid smiled and nodded. "How'd ya know?"

                 "I'm one also." Midnight replied as he looked at her more closely. No mermark, weird. 

                                   "Why are you staring at me?" the mermaid asked, nervously.

                                                 "Oh, um. It's just you don't have a mermark." Midnight replied.

                  "I know." the mermaid admitted. "It's because the kingdom I'm from doesn't have one."

                                                         "Huh. Where ya from, then?" Midnight asked.

                                                                     "Seadancia." the mermaid replied. "What about you?"

                                                                         "Tramor." Midnight replied.

                                                                                The mermaid's eyes widened. "That's a human kingdom."

                                                                                    Midnight shrugged. "So?"

                                                                  Just then, they heard someone. "Ugh, where did she go?"

                            "Um, I'm sorry." the mermaid said. "My friend's calling for me." She swam to shore.

                                                       "Wait, I never got your name." Midnight exclaimed.

                         "Sorry, I can't keep her waiting." the mermaid said. "She's not very patient. Bye."

                                                    Midnight quickly swam to shore. However, as soon as he poked his head out of the water he noticed the mermaid was gone. Who was that?

                                                                     ~Time Skip~

                                                     Midnight walked through Canterlot. He was scrolling on his phone, trying to get the mermaid out of his head but couldn't. "Ugh, this is driving me crazy." he exclaimed as his hair straightened on it's own.

                           The people around him ran in fear as soon as they noticed.

                                      "Geesh, what's their problem?" Midnight asked, no one in particular.

                                              Just then, an orange guy with curly brown appeared in front of him. Before Midnight had a chance to react, the orange guy grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into a nearby alley.

                                   "Would people stop grabbing, today?" Midnight exclaimed in annoyance.

                                               "Shh." the guy said as he put his hand over Midnight's mouth.

           Midnight backed up from the stranger and glared at him. "Dude, what is wrong with you?"

                                              "Hmm." the guy mused as he shrugged. "A lot. Although for party planners that's pretty standard."

                                             Midnight gasped in shock. "You're a party planner, too?"

                               "Sure am." the guy replied. "Cheese Sandwich is my name. Nice to meet ya."

                "Ok, Cheese." Midnight said as he rolled his eyes. "Why'd everyone run from me?"

                                                       "You've never deflated before, have ya?" Cheese asked in reply.

                                                                     "Deflated." Midnight repeated in confusion. "What's that?"

                                                                 "It's what happens to a party planner's hair when their in a bad mood." Cheese explained as he looked Midnight in the eyes. "What's on your mind?"

                                                          "Oh, no." Midnight said as he backed himself into a wall. "I'm not pouring my problems out to a stranger."

                                                              "I'm not a stranger." Cheese corrected. "You know my name."

                        "True but I just met you." Midnight pointed out. "I don't know if you're trustworthy."

                            "I'm a party planner like you." Cheese said. "Shouldn't that be enough?"

                                  Midnight scoffed. "No." He then started to walk away. "Stay away from me."

                                                              Cheese did nothing but stand there in confusion. What did I do?