The morning sun shined in through the window, disturbing the lonely, pathetic soul that hid under the covers, desperately trying to sleep the day away. As the lights hit his eyes, they twitched as he rolled over, now half awakened from his pleasant dreams. The birds began chirping their melodies as if to welcome the day with smile. Something that the earth pony buried under the sheets was unable to imitate.

“Hell…” he grumbled to himself as he rolled to the wall away from the western window. The dogs in the next yard over were already restless, barking and howling at seemingly nothing. He had once thought about shoving a fork up their nose, but dismissed the thought for fear of lawsuit. He already had enough trouble on his hooves maintaining his library. He didn’t need to anymore unnecessary problems.

The sun was merciless as it continued to pummel him as if to push him out of bed. He placed his head on his pillow trying to block out the sun and the noise, but to almost no avail. All he wanted to do was lay in bed for the rest of the day, for getting out of bed meant work. And work, was something he both enjoyed and dreaded.

A computerized female voice then came over him. “Sir, are you not going to get up today?”

“Leave me alone, Computer,” he grumbled under the pillow, causing his voice to be muffled. “I’m sleeping in today.”

“Sir, it is 10:25 A.M,” Computer pointed out. “The library was supposed to be open 25 minutes ago.”

He pulled his head out from under his pillow and looked to the ceiling above him, as if there was somepony there. “Nopony reads books anyway. It’s all about the internet now.”

The voice seemed to come from nowhere, but the sound vibrated all around him. “Regardless, it is your responsibility to maintain this library as was foretold by your ancestor.”

He rolled his eyes as he laid his head flat on his pillow. “Yeah, I get to maintain a library nopony ever comes to.” He placed his face on top of his pillow muffling his voice again. “Woopty freaking doo!”

His ancestor foretold that their family would watch over this library for all of eternity. He didn’t understand why or what was so special about this library to his family. Or even why he got stuck with it, when his two brothers were left to run their lives as they pleased. At the very least, he had Computer to back him up. He couldn’t even make his own meal, let alone run the place, without her.

After a few minutes of cursing under his breath, he finally pulled himself out of his bed. He rubbed his eyes in exhaustion, letting out a deep yawn. He looked towards his nightstand and picked out his glasses. He placed the black framed spectacles over his face, with his once blurry eye sight clearing. He looked down the small flight of stairs to see the library below him. It once belonged to a very famous pony, and now it was his. And he hated it.

He hated every waking moment he spent in the library. There was always a book that just ticked him off and made him angry at how poorly it was written. He had spent years trying to perfect his writing only for him to be ignored or completely disregarded. He couldn’t even get a damn publisher. And yet, for every book he tried to publish, another author, one who clearly lacked the basic concept of grammar, was being published, even though millions of spelling errors existed.

He eventually gave up his writing days and focused on maintaining the library. It was a rather boring existence. Save for his Computer, he didn’t have any friends he could share his stories with, or even vent to. He made his way to the dresser and pulled out a long purple scarf from the first drawer. He didn’t own many clothes and even if he did, he didn’t care to wear them. He only cared about the scarf his grandmother made him. He wrapped it around his neck, just loose enough to keep it from chocking him.

He made his way down the staircase and into the small kitchen to his right.

A little breakfast might get me to think straight, he thought as he slunk to the kitchen. As he poked his head inside, he noticed the book he had left on the table from the night before. It was a horribly written book and the plot was not much better. The grammar was all over the place and the spelling ranged from decent to utter crap. Overall, the story was far from entertaining. In fact, he’d go as far as to say it was the worst thing he had ever read.  

He glanced up to the ceiling. “Computer?”

“Yes, sir?”

He looked down at the book in front of him. “Is there anything important on my agenda today?”

“None at the moment. You are simply to maintain the library for the remainder of the day.”

He smiled as he picked up the book in one of his hooves. “Then I guess I’ll have to give myself something to do.” He made his way back to the living room, completely forgoing his breakfast. He placed the book on the ground and sat himself in front of it. “Computer, make notes of my review, please.”

“As always, sir,” Computer replied as a camera appeared from the ceiling and pointed itself straight at the earth pony.

He smiled as if the camera was already on. He had been waiting to dig into this book for a while now. He just hadn’t had the will yet. Now, he was ready. He opened the book in front of him and looked to the camera. As he saw the green light flash on, he gave a big smile.

“Hello, everypony. I am the Critique.”