Another day, another idiotic moment to add to the long list of bullshit that was beginning to get longer and longer each damn hour. I looked to the broken coffee maker on our kitchen counter then turned to the others who were all gathered in the kitchen. "Alright, who broke it?"

Everyone was silent before Pyro walked forward. "It was m-"

"No, it wasn't you, who broke it?"

"Wait how is it not me?"

"Because if it was you there'd be fire everywhere! Look, I'm not mad, I just wanna know who did it."

Pyro stepped back and hung his head low. "The last one near it was Mothball." Clawback said as he pointed to the changeling.

"Oh don't pin this in me I don't even drink the stuff!"

Then why were you near it?"

"Because my chocolate pancakes are kept in the cabinet below you you all know this!" Everyone was silent for awhile. "Moonlight has been quiet all this time..."

"Oh don't you dare shift the blame here!"

At this point I just let it go and decided to go out for a drink and let them tire themselves out. Yeah, it was pretty early in the morning but a beer it two never hurt anyone....yeah not even gonna continue with that. As I stepped out of The Den I heard the four of them yelling until there were three sounds of glass shattering and the shouting stopped.

"It's ok! I just knocked empty bottles over their heads!" Pyro called.

I rolled my eyes and pressed on, I knew a bar in the shadier side of the city that was always open. Being a mercenary, a lot of the contracts I take on lead me to places where all the typical thugs and mysterious characters in trenchcoats and fedoras stand in the centre of a street light. You get the picture. Not everyone in those places are that bad though, yeah most of them are crooks but there's a few good hearted guys there that just need the cash, like my friend Triple Pint, who runs the bar I mentioned.

If you were to keep walking down a single long path towards the mountain side you'd begin to see the scenery change gradually. The houses becoming duller and slightly worn down, mostly just a less welcoming environment. It's not a really really worn down and no building were falling apart, there may be a few homeless ponies but that's to be expected in any city, just look at New York or London, or any city on earth or whatever other okanets house sentient life in this universe.

As I walked down one of the streets I heard what sounded like yelling coming from an alley. Not that it was unexpected, it was just more the pitch of it, it wasn't the sound of some random pony getting mugged or worse, it was a foal. I would have stepped in anyway, but this just gave me more of a reason to go into the alley.

As I walked in I saw three colts standing around a filly who looked a little roughed up. They were threatening her and one moved to kick her with his back legs. Now, I don't condon violence against children, but this little bastard had it coming. I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and held him up to me, showing my angry face and flashing my teeth. Perks of being of a predator race in a land where the majority are prey, you can use those almost unshaded instincts against them. "Alright twerp, you are gonna run along and leave this kid alone, or else this is going to have to get very ugly." I growled.

I dropped him and he scurried off with his two friends, leaving the filly to look up at me and tilt her head, probably seeing a human for the first time. "Um...thanks mister."

"Don't mention it kid, run along and stay outta trouble." I waved as I walked out of the alley and resumed my trek towards the bar. I heard the sound of tiny footsteps behind me and turned around to see the filly was following me. "Uh...kid? Why're you following me?"

"Because I'm alone." She responded.

"Yeah so am I but I don't go around following people I just met, especially not in a place like this."

"You stopped those bullies and didn't demand a reward, you're a nice person." She explained as she pointed her hoof at me.

Figuring she'd go away if I kept to myself I ignored her and continued on. As I came closer and closer to the bar I realised that the hoofsteps weren't going away, and if I've learned anything from watching TV and movies on earth, I knew where this was heading. "Don't you have any parents that are looking for you?"

"Nope, my parents abandoned me."

"An orphanage then or something?'

"Nope, homeless."

"Shot! Come on man think of a way out!" My mind screamed at me. Then I thought of something that might put her off following me home. "I share a house with a changeling, a griffin, a Thestral and a unicorn that can't control his fire magic."

"Cool."

"Shit!" I could drop her off at some orphanage or whatever, but I knew she'd just escape and find me somehow. "Fine...come on..." I'd let her tag along until I found someone to take her. She then just kept following me, but now walked beside me. She had dark grey fur and messy brown hair, a band aid under her left eye. Her eyes were also brown and she had a tiny set of wings. "What's your name anyway?"

"Don't have one, people just usually call me Scrap."

"Eh...I'm sure I can think of something to call ya..." I didn't even know why I was going through with it, maybe it was just my kinder side showing a bit, which hasn't really happened since Metric. I dunno, but what I did know was the more than ever, I needed a drink.

Author's Notes:

Yep, new character. This was something I wanted to do earlier, Scrap was supposed to be there from the beginning.

If you have any name suggestions for Scrap that'd be great and I'd love to hear them.