Writer notes: Get off my ass Disappointed one!
{LOL}
Also MC has a small crush not a full on crush, Fluttershy and him wont get together..well maybe until high school. Same for other relationships. This is for building relationships and building character. So stop bothering me And no sexual stuff!
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(Another Monday, Another Reminder - Chapter 8)
(Monday morning)
"I hate Mondays… damn."
{Yeah, yeah, okay Garfield, get in line.}
I let out a deep sigh, running a hand through my hair. Monday mornings sucked, but waking up to a broken closet door, a legendary quill crackling with energy on my desk, and still having a faint soreness from crashing into said closet made it worse than usual.
"Alright... first things first." I glanced at the disaster that was my closet. The doors were barely hanging on their hinges, one of them cracked right down the middle. "I should probably fix that... eventually."
I ignored the problem like any sane person and dragged myself to the bathroom to start my morning routine.
The hot water helped…a little. I stood there for a while, letting the hot water clear my head before finally grabbing the shampoo and scrubbing out the leftover dried blood from my hair that I did not get fully cleaned yesterday. I could still remember the way my wound had mysteriously healed overnight.
Gotta be careful with that thing…
Once I was fresh and clean, I stepped out and grabbed a towel, wiping the foggy mirror. My reflection stared back, a bit sharper than before, more awake and a little bit more handsome if I say so myself.
Maybe it was the lighting…
Shaking off the thought, I went back to my room, stepping over my discarded school uniform and heading straight for my wardrobe.
Most of my clothes were expensive.Not because I wanted them to be. My parents insisted.
Even my school uniforms were custom-tailored, the kind of high-end bullshit rich kids wore. But today, I felt like picking out something nicer while still staying within the dress code.
I pulled on a navy-blue button-up, paired with a sleek black vest. My pants were high-quality but casual enough to not scream "rich asshole." or "Hey suck up to me like blue blood". Finally, I grabbed a well-fitted blazer, throwing it over my shoulders for that extra polished look.
Looking in the mirror, I smirked.
Damn. I looked good.
{Oh wow, look at Mr. Fancy over here. Gonna walk into school like you own the place?}
"I kinda do, don't I?" I joked, adjusting my cuffs.
{Eh, fair point.}
With that done, I grabbed my backpack, made sure the Wonka Candy Bag was secure inside along with the rest of my materials, and headed downstairs.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee and buttered toast filled the air as I entered the dining room. The long, polished mahogany table was already set with a full breakfast spread, eggs, toast, fresh fruit, pancakes, and even a side of smoked salmon.
Despite the feast laid out, only two people were sitting at the table.
My parents.
{Guess they are both back from their trips…}
Both of them were already dressed for work. My father, Silver Specter, was wearing a sharp charcoal suit, eyes glued to his tablet as he skimmed through stock reports. My mother, Berry jam or now Berry specter was just as poised, her long hair pulled into an elegant bun as she sipped her coffee, flipping through emails on her phone.
Neither of them acknowledged me as I sat down.
Not even a glance.
I grabbed a plate and started serving myself, piling on some eggs and toast before pouring a glass of orange juice. The silence in the room was thick, not awkward, not tense, just… distant.
I'd been through this so many times before that I barely even felt anything.
After a few minutes, my father finally spoke.
Not to me.
"Jam, the shareholders' meeting has been moved up to Wednesday. We'll need to adjust our schedules."
"Understood," my mother replied without looking up. "I'll have Star reschedule the Tokyo call."
And just like that, the conversation was over. Looks like they expanded even farther…well it's not like they would tell me..
I took a bite of my eggs.
They said nothing else...
No "Good morning."
No "How was your weekend?"
No "How's school?"
Just two people existing in the same room as me.
I could have been a fucking ghost, and it wouldn't have made a difference.
{Damn…Not even a 'pass the salt' huh?}
I ignored the narrator and focused on my food.
This was normal.
This was routine.
This was my life.
And the worst part?
I wasn't even surprised anymore.
......"Can You Fix My Closet?"
Halfway through breakfast, I finally decided to speak up.
"My closet doors broke."
For a moment, silence.
My father didn't even look up. My mother barely acknowledged me, only giving the faintest glance before taking another sip of her coffee.
Then, my father casually said, "I'll have someone replace them."
…That was it.
No How did that happen?
No Are you alright?
Not even a Be more careful next time.
Just a flat, transactional response.
Like he was fixing a leaky faucet.
I stared at them for a second, almost waiting for more. But I should've known better. They were already back to their work, back to their schedules, back to their world where I was just… Nothing..
I clenched my jaw, my appetite suddenly gone.
"…Thanks," I muttered.
No response.
{Welp. That went about as well as expected. Damn..Sorry kid}
I stood up, grabbing my plate and placing it in the sink. The quiet lingered between us. There was nothing else to say. And neither did they.
With a deep breath, I turned away and made my way to the front door, each step feeling lighter as I left the silence behind. Stepping outside, I was met with the cool embrace of the early morning air. The crisp breeze carried the distant hum of the waking city, the faint rustling of leaves, and the occasional chirp of birds hidden within the trees. It was peaceful in a way that the walls of my home never were.
Normally, I'd take the car and our chauffeur, Starfall, always waiting, always ready. But today… I just wanted to walk. Maybe it was the quiet, maybe it was the need to clear my mind, or maybe it was just an excuse to linger in the morning stillness for a little longer. Either way, I set off down the sidewalk, hands in my pockets, letting the steady rhythm of my footsteps blend with the soft sounds of the world waking up around me.
I used to take things like this for granted. The way the sky melted from deep indigo to soft pinks and oranges as the sun climbed higher. The distant hum of car engines, bicycles whirring past, and the chatter of early risers grabbing coffee from small corner cafés.
The world here… it was beautiful.
More beautiful than I ever remembered in the other world.
Even something as simple as a sunset could open someone's eyes to how beautiful this world is.
As I strolled through town, I saw the world move around me, people weaving in and out of shops, parents ushering their kids along the sidewalk, high schoolers laughing over something on their phones. Life here wasn't rushed like in bigger cities. It flowed.
For a moment, I just… watched.
Watched a florist arranging fresh bouquets outside her shop.
Watched an elderly couple sitting on a park bench, enjoying each other's company.
Watched a group of kids racing each other on scooters, their laughter echoing through the streets.
It was….peaceful.
Maybe I should walk to school more ofte—
Wait.
{Did I just hear… Weird Al?}
I froze mid-step, my ears perking up at the unmistakable sound of an accordion blaring in the distance, followed by an overly enthusiastic voice belting out lyrics that absolutely did not belong in a normal Monday morning.
Slowly turning my head, I spotted the source.
A kid around my age stood at the entrance of a local café, playing an accordion like his life depended on it. Dressed in an oversized Hawaiian shirt, curly brown hair bouncing with every movement, and a grin that somehow stretched ear to ear, he sang loudly to a confused barista who looked like they had made several bad life choices to end up there.
🎶 Oh, I love burritos at four in the morning! I love them in a taco shell! I love them with guacamole! I love them with lots of beans! 🎶
The barista, a tired-looking college student, just blinked, clearly questioning their existence.
Meanwhile, some people actually clapped along.
I just… stood there.
No way…
This world has its own Weird Al Yankovic
{His name is cheese sandwich but yea sure}
… and he's in middle school.
Before I could even turn away and pretend this wasn't happening, he spotted me.
"HEY, RANDOM KID ON THE SIDEWALK!" he called out, waving enthusiastically.
"…Uh."
{Oh oh}
He suddenly RAN over to me, accordion still strapped to his chest.
Now, I've seen some weird things since being reincarnated, but nothing could have prepared me for the sheer energy this guy radiated.
"I don't think we've met yet, but BOY, am I glad I found you! Name's Cheese Sandwich! Professional party planner, accordion master, and connoisseur of all things wacky!"
"…Berry."
"Berry? JUST Berry?" He gasped dramatically. "What an air of mystery! I bet you have a secret double life, don't you? Like a spy? Or a masked vigilante?!"
I blinked. "…What."
"No need to deny it!" He threw an arm around my shoulders like we were long lost friends. "I can spot a man of intrigue when I see one. Tell me, Berry, do you play an instrument?"
"…No."
{Not telling him you do?}
"WHAT?" He recoiled, clutching his chest. "A TRAGEDY! A missed opportunity!"
"Dude…chill."
"No, no, no. This is a crisis. But fear not!" Cheese dramatically held up his accordion. "Lucky for you, I Cheese Sandwich am here to fix this!"
I did not like where this was going.
"Wait, wait, wait, I never said"
"I got it!" He snapped his fingers. "You may not be an instrument guy, but you totally look like a karaoke legend."
I deadpanned. "What does that even mean?"
He pulled a toy microphone out of his backpack.
…Where the hell was he even keeping all this stuff?!
{Are You of all people, seriously asking that?}
"Alright, Berry!" He shoved the mic into my hands. "Hit me with your best shot! What's your go to song?"
"I-dude, what?"
Cheese grinned. "C'mooooon, it's a Monday morning! The world needs music!"
I sighed. "You're not gonna drop this, are you?"
"Nope."
I groaned. Fine. If I was gonna get dragged into Cheese Sandwich bullshit, I was at least going to make it count.
Lifting the mic, I smirked.
"You know what? I do have a song in mind."
Cheese's eyes sparkled. "OH-HO-HO! A surprise performance? The suspense is killing me!"
I exhaled, closed my eyes, and let the music take over.
And then—I started singing.
🎶 Wise men say… only fools rush in… 🎶
The second my voice rang out, the chaotic energy that surrounded Cheese Sandwich paused.
The laughter, the bouncing, the accordion-playing—it all just stopped.
Even the people in the café, who had been casually enjoying the morning nonsense, turned to listen.
🎶 But I… can't help… falling in love with you… 🎶
The moment I started, my mind drifted.
I wasn't thinking about Cheese Sandwich or the weird situation I had been dragged into.
I was thinking about yesterday.
About the way Fluttershy smiled at me when we talked for hours. The way she lit up when I showed her yo-yo tricks. The way she laughed-not just a small giggle, but a real, genuine laugh.
For the first time in a long time, I felt... happy…Seen…
🎶 Like a river flows… surely to the sea… 🎶
I didn't even realize I was smiling.
Why was I even thinking about her like this?
…Did I like her?
No. That was stupid.
I barely knew her.
And yet…
🎶 Some things… are meant to be… 🎶
As the last note faded, there was a moment of silence.
Then.. applause.
I blinked as people actually clapped. Even Cheese Sandwich whistled loudly.
"WHOA-HO-HO! I was expecting some crazy rock ballad, but that—that was a ROMANTIC MASTERPIECE!"
I rubbed the back of my neck, suddenly feeling very aware of what I had just sung. "…Uh. Thanks?"
Cheese leaned in, wiggling his eyebrows. "Soooo… who's the lucky lady?"
I nearly choked. "WHAT?!"
"Ohhh, don't play dumb! You don't sing like that without someone in mind!"
"I - THAT'S NOT-SHUT UP!"
The entire café started laughing.
I shoved the mic back into Cheese's hands and speed-walked away.
As I turned the corner, I could still hear his voice in the distance-
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I THINK WE FOUND A MIDDLE SCHOOL LOVE STORY!"
God. Damn. It.
{You know you have a gun right?}
WAIT WHAT?!
(20 minutes later)
After my unexpected musical encounter with Cheese Sandwich, I continued my walk to school. The morning air was crisp, and the golden sunlight made everything look way too peaceful for a Monday.
Maybe walking to school more often isn't so bad, I thought. Then again, my legs still hurt from yesterday, so maybe I should take that statement back.
As I approached the school gates, I noticed the usual morning crowd—kids rushing in, some finishing up homework at the last second, and a few just standing around, clearly avoiding going inside like it was a prison sentence.
That's when he approached me.
A random kid, about my height, wearing a hoodie that was way too big for him. His hands were tucked in his pockets, and he had that "I know something you don't" smirk on his face.
"You Berry Specter?" he asked in a low voice.
I blinked. "Uh… yeah?"
He nodded, glancing around like we were about to discuss top-secret government files. Then, in an even lower voice, he muttered-
"You wanna join a club?"
Okay. Many thoughts.
This could be a totally normal club, like chess or debate.
This could be an extremely weird club, like a feet club.
This could be an actual cult.
{Or he is straight up selling weed}
He is a middle schooler…
{Yea and?}
…Bruh
After ignoring the narrator, I narrowed my eyes. "What kind of club are we talking about?"
The kid leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"…We don't talk about it."
{Oh hell no.}
I took a step back. "Oh my god. You're inviting me to a fight club."
The kid didn't say anything. He just smirked.
"You're inviting me to a fight club, aren't you?" I repeated.
"…We don't talk about it."
I threw my hands up and put them behind my head. "Dude, you just did!"
{Insert spiderman man meme here}
The kid sighed, rubbing his temples. "Look, man, we saw what you did to Rainbow Dash in dodgeball. That was awesome. Some of the guys think you'd be a solid addition to the club."
"You mean the club that doesn't exist because we don't talk about it?"
"…Exactly."
I stared at him. He stared at me.
"So let me get this straight," I said. "You guys saw me dodge a few balls in gym class, and now you think I should join your probably illegal, definitely dangerous fight club?"
He shrugged. "Dude, you 1v1'd Rainbow Dash and won. That's like… taking down a mini-boss before the real fight."
I raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly is the real fight?"
"…We don't talk about it."
I groaned. "Oh my god."
The kid smirked again. "So? You in?"
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Listen, as tempting as it is to get involved in what is probably the most poorly hidden fight club in middle school history… I'll pass."
The kid actually looked disappointed. "You sure? We've got snacks."
I blinked. "Snacks?"
"Yeah. Jimmy's mom bakes cookies for us. They slap."
Okay. That was actually tempting.
But still.
"I think I'll survive without the cookies," I said. "But hey, if I ever decide to become a professional middle school street fighter, I'll let you know."
The kid nodded. "Respect." Then he turned around and casually walked away like he hadn't just invited me to a secret underground fight club before first period.
Middle school is wild.
{Shit is crazy}
(2 Hours later)
Math class. The bane of my existence. If the class burned down I would be one of the people celebrating.
I mean, I wasn't bad at it, but sitting through another algebra lecture when I could be doing literally anything else? Yeah, fuck that. I already knew half this stuff anyway. The only real entertainment I got out of this class was watching other kids struggle when the teacher called on them.
The bell rang, signaling the start of class, and Mr. Chalk Dust, another most generic old teacher imaginable, cleared his throat. He had that permanent I'm too tired for this look on his face that every teacher had and which honestly? Kinda Relatable.
I slid into my seat, adjusting my expensive-ass outfit as I did. A few kids gave me side glances, whispering among themselves.
Oh god, not now.
"Damn, Berry," a kid from across the aisle muttered. "Did you get a glow-up over the weekend or something?"
"Bro looking like he owns the school," another kid whispered.
I sighed. This is what I get for putting in effort. Hate kids…
Before I could respond, Mr. Chalk Dust spoke up. "Alright, class. Before we begin, we have a new student joining us today," he said, adjusting his glasses. "Come in and introduce yourself."
{What is this? An anime?}
The door opened, and a kid walked in.
A kid with messy blue hair, an orange hoodie, and jeans that screamed "I play guitar and probably think I'm cool." He had that relaxed, casual walk, like he was in a music video or something.
Wait a second. I know this guy.
That's Flash Sentry.
{Ah shit here we go again}
"This is Flash Sentry," Mr. Chalk Dust continued. "He just transferred here. Make sure to make him feel welcome."
Flash rubbed the back of his head, giving the class a lopsided grin. "Uh, hey. My Name's Flash. I like music, playing guitar, and, uh… yeah. Cool to meet you guys."
A few kids whispered to each other, already curious about the new guy. Meanwhile, I was still sitting there trying to process the fact that Flash freaking Sentry was now in my math class.
Great.
Mr. Chalk Dust pointed to an empty seat a few desks away from mine. "Go ahead and take a seat, Flash. Now, everyone, open your books to chapter six."
Flash nodded and made his way to his seat, casually dropping his bag on the floor before slumping into his chair.
For the first few minutes of class, things were normal or as normal as math class could be. Mr. Chalk Dust droned on about some equation I already knew, kids half-listened while doodling in their notebooks, and I debated whether I could get away with conveniently zoning out until the bell rang.
But then.
I felt someone's eyes on me.
Slowly, I turned my head just enough to see Flash Sentry glancing at me from his seat. Not in a weird staring contest way, but more like "huh, this guy looks interesting" kind of way.
…Oh no.
{New kid syndrome.}
Yep the classic "I just transferred here, and I need to figure out who's worth talking to" phase.
I turned my head back to my notebook, deciding to ignore it. Maybe he was just looking around. Maybe I was overthinking it-
Poke.
I flinched slightly. Did this kid just poke my shoulder?!
I turned again, raising an eyebrow. Flash leaned forward slightly, whispering, "Hey. You're Berry, right?"
"…Yeah?"
He smirked. "You were the one who took down Rainbow Dash in dodgeball, right?"
I blinked. Oh god, not this again.
"Uh… yeah, I guess," I muttered.
He let out a low whistle. "Dude, that's kinda badass. I heard she's, like, crazy competitive."
"You heard?" I asked, glancing at him. "You just transferred here. What, did they hand you a 'Rainbow Dash is insane' pamphlet at the front office?"
Flash chuckled. "Nah, I ran into some kids in homeroom. They were talking about some epic dodgeball game last week. They said some guy totally embarrassed Rainbow Dash in front of everyone."
I sighed. "Wow. Amazing. My legacy."
Flash grinned. "I dunno, man. Sounds like you've already made a name for yourself."
Great. So now I was officially "the guy who beat Rainbow Dash".
Just as I was about to respond, Mr. Chalk Dust cleared his throat loudly.
"Berry. Flash. Am I interrupting something?"
We both straightened up immediately.
"No, sir," I said.
"Nope," Flash added.
The old man squinted at us before turning back to the board. "Then pay attention. This is on the test."
I exhaled and turned forward again.
But out of the corner of my eye, I saw Flash still smirking.
{Oh great, now you've got a cool guy following you. You're collecting characters like Pokémon.}
Shut up.
{Oh come on, this is great! You've got a future quiet girl love interest, your weird girl, and now? The chill guitar-playing best bro. What's next, a rival character? Maybe some billionaire kid with a grudge?}
I tuned the voice out as best as I could, but one thought lingered.
Something told me that this wasn't going to be the last time Flash Sentry talked to me.
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Writer here:
Mc will get missions next chapters by the system. The overall quest is called "Getting to know the world better" and will have missions like Find a wendigo, Find a siren, Find Discord, visit the pony world, Visit Canterlot High, Eat at Sugarcube corner(Yes he went there before) and Find the elements or crystal heart.
The last one is a work in progress but who says that there aren't the Elements or Crystal Heart in this world although they or it will be different in this world? I might not even add them if I think it's bad.
As I said no love relationships in middle school however he will catch feelings but nothing else. He will build his friend circle kinda like the main 7 he will also have something like that. For now Flash, derpy, MC, and Cheese Sandwich are in the future circle and yes he will meet Cheese Sandwich again.
Wall flower and he might have a falling out when she feels that is getting ignored because of his friends leading to her eventually using the stone like in canon. Not sure if the timeline will stay the same.
Sunset, the sirens, Discord, and Sombra will be mentioned and will appear but especially Discord will eventually appear specifically when MC decides to visit Canterlot High.
Cheese Sandwich is crazy but not like Pinkie crazy so he can't hear the narrator etc.
All of this is subject to change
The next chapter is a school chapter too and will be more world-building/character-building.