REMEMBER: EVERYTHING HERE IS NOT FINAL, AND IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE AS I CONTINUE THE FIC. THIS IS ROUGHLY THE FIRST 2,000 WORDS. A LITTLE MORE THAN I HOPED, BUT FOR YOU TO GET THE FULL FEEL OF THE STORY I FELT ALL OF THIS WAS NEEDED. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS, AND I LOOK FORWARD TO ACTUALLY FINISHING THIS.
A set of double doors were hastily swung open as a skinny, frail man was shoved into darkness. He quickly sat up, looking back in time to see the last trace of florescent light disappear as the doors clicked closed.
"Do you know why you are here Mr. Bowing?" A deep voice asked in the dark, causing the man's body to shiver.
"Uh, I'm, uh, not sure sir," the man stuttered.
"According to my files, you are one of the men in charge of maintaining cast and crew of our television department, is that correct?"
At first the man simply nodded, but soon realized the pitch black room made it impossible to see, so he responded vocally, "Uh, y-yes sir."
"And tell me Mr. Bowing, what shows cast do you exactly care for?"
"Uh, M-My Little Pony: F-Friendship is Magic, sir."
There was the buzzing of a button, as from ahead of the man a long line of shades open up to cast natural sunlight into the room. A better visual is given of the office; lush leather furniture adorns seating arrangements. Antique oak wood cabinets and book shelves filled with an array of books line the walls. And in the center of the room stands a powerful looking dark oak desk, with a massive leather chair facing away from the man; it's occupant looking outside.
"So then, Mr. Bowing, why is it this morning I get wind of some of the cast of that show have decided to go on a strike? Would you care to explain that?"
The man gulped as he heard the tapping of plastic fingers from the seat. The boss, leader of this organization he worked for, was not happy. More so, not happy with him.
"W-Well, you see sir, it appears the main six of the show have had enough of our 'marketing' messing up their image, and are on strike until the problem is resolved."
"So then tell me, why have you not resolved this dilemma?"
"B-Because that's the toy line department's area sir."
There was a long silence as the man remained knelt, staring with sweat running down his face at the back of the dark red chair. Finally, the chair swung slowly to the left revealing it's occupant. He adjusted his thick, solid, and black mustache as he looked down to the cowering employee. His trademark black hat sat on his head slightly to the right. His large, oval eyes seemed to be glaring at the cowering, if not terrified man as he tried to think up his next words to speak. Finally, casting a massive shadow on the man was his large, brown and potato shaped body.
"M-Mr. Potato Head, sir, trust me, I've been doing what I can to resolve this. They just won't listen to me. I've tried to talk to toy production, marketing, even-"
"All excuses Mr. Bowing, all just worthless excuses," Mr. Potato Head said as he began to extend his right plastic arm towards a large cluster of buttons.
"NO, WAIT, SIR PLEASE! I-I can still resolve this. I just need some more time."
"Time that we do not have, Mr. Bowing. We must get those ponies back for rehearsal for the next episode, otherwise we are going to be in a heap of trouble. How do you plan to-"
Mr. Potato Head stopped, as his right ear rotated for a better hearing angle. From somewhere in the room, a series of loud metal crashes could be heard. They sounded as though they were getting louder with ever crash and boom of metal, before finally something fell into the room from the ceiling vent. Plumes of dust were sent all around the room; Mr. Potato Head and the man both coughed in attempts to clear their throats of the old dust particles.
Finally, from within the dust cloud sat a grey pegasus. Her blond mane seemed to glisten in the sun light from the windows as she lazily looked around the room.
"Ah, Ms. Hooves," Mr. Potato Head started with a dull tone, "Once again you find your way into my office. I'm not sure how you do it, but I commend your determination."
"Hello Mr. Boss-Tato!" Derpy happily called as she stood up, "You know me, your one and only trusty mail mare."
Mr. Potato Head looked to the cowering man with a curious look, resting his left arm onto the desk top.
"You're the one in charge of these ponies, what's this one's deal?"
The man looked to the Gray Pegasus, who wore her brown mail bag to her right side almost covering her bubbles for a cutie mark.
"Oh, uh, Ms. Derpy Hooves, yes. She is, uh, one of our more 'special' cast members. She was more there to be a stunt pony for Ms. Dash, but managed to sneak sometimes into the episodes among the other background ponies we have. Well, some of the fans found her to be a riot and insisted we included her in the show."
"Ah, so she is that Derpy Hooves."
"The one and only!" Derpy stated, before reaching her head around into her mail sack, "And with every one of my visits, I have with me your mail."
Derpy placed several white envelopes onto Mr. Potato Head's desk, scattering them around disorderly on the desk top. Mr. Potato Head looked to Derpy, then to the envelopes, and back to the frightened man with another quizzical look.
"And what is this all about? She has been bringing me my mail now for months, unannounced, most of the time intruding and leaving destruction in her wake."
"W-Well sir, somewhere along the lines she became Ponyville's official mail mare, due to the fans of the show, and when she heard whim of this she thought it was her duty to remain in character however much she could. That apparently even goes up and beyond when the show is being filmed."
"I see," Mr. Potato Head clasped his white, gloved, plastic hands together, deep in thought as he examined the Grey Pegasus. Suddenly, an idea sparked itself into his head, "So you are very proud of your job, Ms. Hooves?"
"Yes sir! I love my job, and help out in any way I can."
"So tell me, would you be the type of pony to go the extra mile to help your show in a time of need?"
Mr. Potato Head tented his fingers under his large nose as he continued to think. Finally, a smile creased along his removable mouth as his brain racked up an idea; one that might help his situation, "Ms. Hooves, tell me, do you have many friends among the other ponies?"
Derpy's ears perked up as one eye began to stray from it's normal position, "Of course I do! I have lots of friends!"
"Hm..." Mr. Potato Head thought, slightly moving his chair left an inch, then right an inch, and back again, over and over as he thought, "Mr. Bowing, from your previous statements you say these, 'background ponies', much like Ms. Hooves here, are quite popular among our fans?"
The man nodded.
Mr. Potato Head then returned his gaze back to Derpy, who by this point had taken a seat on one of the many leather sofas and was quietly munching on what appeared to be a muffin.
"Ms. Hooves," Derpy quickly scarfed down the last remaining half of the muffin, filling her mouth as she jumped up in attention, which only ended with her bouncing off the couch and onto the ground. Her half-muffin shot out of her mouth and into a book case, which all of it's contents were also shot about and onto the ground in a large heap of books.
"Oops, sorry Mr. Boss-Tato."
Not unfamiliar with Derpy's antics, Mr. Potato brushed the incident off, "Not to worry Ms. Hooves, I'll have that cleaned up. In the mean time, how would you like to be bumped up from your 'background pony' status, and put as a lead role of the show you work in?"
Derpy blinked, her eyes both going in strange directions not normal for a pony. Mr. Potato Head looked to the half eaten muffin on the ground, then back to the pony with a smile.
"How would you like to be able to purchase more muffins?"
Derpy blinked again, both eyes returning to normal as her wings shot up in attention, "More muffins?"
"Yes, Ms. Hooves, more muffins."
"Sign me up!" Derpy jumped to the air with excitement, gliding around the room with joy.
"Alright then, you will have a very important task to perform first."
Derpy dropped to the ground like a rock, landing on all four hooves. The impact shook the office, knocking off some random items from additional book shelves which only held decorative significance.
"Ms. Hooves, I need you to round up five of your friends and bring them here within twenty four hours. We must air a new episode by the end of this week, and that will only give us six days to film it. With the main cast of the show on strike, I need some ponies to 'fill in' for them. And seeing as you are a much loved pony to the fan base, I'm sure there are others among yourself that would jump to this possibility of main character status until this problem is handled by Mr. Bowing."
The man let out a deep sigh, finally releasing the breath he had been holding when his boss had started speaking to the Gray pony. The mention of his name along with words that meant he still had his job was a huge relief.
"Do you understand Ms. Hooves?" Mr. Potato Head finished, reaching over his desk with his right hand.
Derpy stood in place for another few seconds; one eye drifted to the side as her brain worked it's special kind of "magic", going over what her boss was telling her. Once all the puzzle pieces were complete, and the muffin was fully assembled and eaten, she blinked her stray eye back to it's normal position and stepped forward to her boss, extending her hoof and making contact with his hand.
"We have a deal Mr. Boss-Tato!" Derpy said, shaking his hand in a agreement.
Derpy pulled her hoof away a little to quickly, for as she did so Mr. Potato Head's entire arm popped off along with her drawback.
"It's quite alright Ms. Hooves, it happens more than you'd expect," Mr. Potato Head said with a little chuckle.
Derpy handed her boss back his arm, which he took using his left. With one swift motion, he popped his right arm back into it's appropriate hole, giving it a quick move around to make sure everything was in working order.
"Alright Ms. Hooves, I expect to see you by this time tomorrow with five of your friends. Now, remember this is a pony show, so you must only chose friends that are ponies."
"Okie dokie Mr. Boss-Tato!" Derpy cheerfully said, as she made her way back for the ventilation shaft.
"Uh, Ms. Hooves, you can exit through the doors if you wish."
Derpy looked to her boss, then to the double doors which stood behind the very sweaty human.
Derpy exited the office with a skip in her step. She made her way to the suddenly, and mysteriously working elevators and exited the large, multi-story building. She gave the large glass structure one quick look as she took to the sky. It's large Hasbro logo spread all across the front of the building in it's teal and white colors. Derpy was proud to work for such a successful company, and it was a huge bonus that she even enjoyed her work.
Back inside, Mr. Potato Head watched from his office window as Derpy flew off towards presumably her home. He stood there, his plastic arms behind his back as he thought if the mare was up to the task. She wasn't the brightest, that was for sure, but he held a large amount of confidence in her that she could do this. Her mail duty proved that to him, as she managed to make it on time every day to deliver his mail.
"Uh, sir, what about me?"
Mr. Potato Head turned around, remembering that his less faithful employee was still kneeling on the center rug of the seating area.
"Oh, right, you," Mr. Potato Head said as he began to return to his desk, "You are tasked with coming up with a compromise to getting our main six ponies back before production of the following episode starts."
"Isn't your cubicle on the fifth floor Mr. Bowing?" Mr. Potato Head asked, looking at his arrangement of buttons on his desk.
The man gulped as he nodded his head.
"Well, the ground floor is close enough I suppose. See you in a week."
Mr. Potato Head pressed one of the unmarked red buttons, making a loud buzz as the floor from under the man opened to a long, deep, and dark hole. He screamed as he was rushed down along with the rug into the pitch black abyss that has once again found a good use. As his screams were still audible, Mr. Potato Head had walked over to the hole and peered down himself.
"Remember, you have exactly one week!" He shouted, as the trap doors swung shut with a loud clamp of their locks.