Glimglam doth Flimflam the Green Man(3)

>It has been a week, you have regrown your arm, part of your torso, and your head.
>This is good.
>You can work with this.
>You have made due with less.
>And while you could just sit around and wait for the rest of your body to regenerate, thats just not fun.
>Besides, its about time you turned yourself into a cyborg.
>”Aaaanoooon~!”
>The source of all that is wrong in the universe has arrived.
>You open the door to your lair(house) and there stands your arch nemesis(only friend), Starlight Glimmer[stop that]
>(no)
>Starlight is staring up at you, eyes like putrescent(glittering) pits(lakes of joy) of vitriol.
>[You will cease your traitorous ways or so help us, the neural suppressors will be used]
>(But which of us will be in control?)
“What is it Starlight? Has the world finally caved in on itself? Did Causality decide finish what your parents started?”
>”None of the above~! I actually—“ Glimmer becomes disappointed, “I’m uh… I’m gonna be training with Twilight today.”
>The gears are spinning.
>”I’m actually going to be training with her all week… I won’t have any free time.”
>Glimmer sniffles in some sort of defeat.
>(Hug her.)
>[No.]
“Yes-yes-yes, what a tragedy. Oh how my partially formed, bleeding heart goes out to you. But you see, I’m busy here. Very busy. SO busy that, in fact, it is I who has no time for YOU.”
>Wiping a tear from her eye, Starlight mushes her face against your sludge/abdomen and hugs you.(D’aww)[Shutup!]
>”Oh Anon, you don’t need to put on a strong face, I’ll miss you too!”
>One hand, it would be the easiest thing to break her little neck.
>Just a flick of your wrist and she’ll be seeing stars on her belly.
>But there’s no sport in that.
>However, say there was an accident…
>An overcharged spell, a shield lowered at an ill-opportune time—
>Yes.
>You can have something ready before a week’s over.

>Be Glimmer
>Your heart is hurting in ways you are unfamiliar with.
>The loss of Sunburst, while rectified and now a pleasant relationship, hurt like a void that would not be filled.
>The betrayal of Trixie when she admitted to using you to get back at Twilight, also forgiven, hurt in ways you still cannot put words to.
>But what you feel when you think back to the sad look on Anon’s face when you told him you couldn’t hangout at all this week…
>Soul crushing.
>Maybe you can make it up to him when this training excursion is over.
>”Alright, I’ve gather both of you here today because… Oh how do I word this..?”
>Twilight’s rubbing her temples.
>”Perhaps, the Great and— er, perhaps Trixie can throw some words out until something sticks?”
>”No, that’d be a terrible idea even if it wasn’t from you.”
>Your best friend pouts and mutters something about skinning knives.
>Anon’s grim humor bubbles up in your mind.
>”Okay, here we go… I need you two to act as sentinels while the girls and I are out solving a Friendship Problem in the Yak-Yakistan. Apparently Prince Rutherford accidentally declared war on the Deep Confederacy, so we’re going to prevent the Vanguard from waking up. KEEP THE TOWN IN ONE PIECE.”
>”Thats it? Pfft, foals’ play. Why I can—“
>Twilight has a hoof blocking Trixie’s mouth.
>”You’re gonna follow orders you Cerulean Embarrassment or, so help me Celestia, I’m going to send to you a realm of Pure Itching. Guard. This. Town.”
>”Y-yes, Twilight.”
>”Alright! Perfect! Starlight, you have any questions or concerns?”
“Hmm? Oh -uh, what should we do if something goes wrong?”
>You have given some deadpan stares in your time, but the look Twilight is giving you right now might be the telltale sign of a stroke.
>”You repel it. Or die trying.”

>”So! Trixie has been thinking, and while she’s been warned against such things, she believes that perhaps it may be beneficial if she were… to… move in?”
“Not my call.”
>This is probably the 20th time Trixie has proposed to move into Twilight’s castle.
>Every time you have to tell her that she has to take it up with Twilight.
>Every time Twilight comes up with an excuse or reason for Trixie to not move in.
>Every time you have to play peacekeeper and prevent either from initiating a cataclysm.
>Every time you have to go home and feel bad for being caught in a never-ending cycle of petty vengeance.
>”Alright, then, what if you move in with Trixie?”
“…Actually, there’s a reason that can’t happen and I’m gonna show you why.”

>Be Anon, Dread Cyborg.
>Life’s been rough these past few years.
>You were turned into slime because of sabotage(negligence).
>You suffered unspeakable torture in your gelatinous form(Don’t say that, Starlight took good care of you).
>And now the trauma-induced schizophrenia is causing your brain to speak blatant (truths)LIES!
>Your only hope is to activate your neural inhibitors and stop the mania from overtaking your mind.
>Before the button could be pressed, a knock is heard at the door.
>Your primordial jelly froths with rage as Starlight Glimmer and The Pony Known As Trixie stand in your doorway.
“You said you’d be gone a week…”
>”I know! I thought it’d be that long too! Thankfully, Twilight just wanted to—“
“A WEEK!”
>”--She just wanted to—“
“AAA WEEEEEEK!!”
>Glimmer lowers her head in shame.
>Good.
>”I have to guard the town while—“
“I HAD PLANS! PLANS DEPENDENT ON YOU BEING OUT IN THE FIELD! IT WAS ALL HINGING ON YOU BEING FOCUSED ON YOUR TRAINING!”
>Its okay, you can still build your Death Machine in the next two days.
>That thing was designed with the intent of slaying the royal sisters, but it will just as well if not better on regular ponies.

>Be Starlight
>You royally messed up this time.
>Anon had planned to surprise you during your training by showing up.
>Apparently, he was working on something that was "gonna blow you out of this world,” as he put it.
>Oh Celestia, you’ll never make it up to him.
>You’re a terrible friend.
>Just the worst.
“But… but its not my fault… Twilight’s the one who…”
>It doesn’t matter, you disappointed him when you said you had to leave and made it worse when you came back the same day.
>It is for all these reasons, plus being a bad pony, that you have locked yourself in your room.
>”Starlight… Please come out… Trixie would to see you…”
“Go away… Go away before I hurt your feelings too.”
>…
>”What kind of backwards logic is that? Look, you’re hurting my feelings by locking yourself away, now please come out. I want to talk.”
>You unlock the door with your magic.
“How do you know which words will hurt me the most?”
>”Because Trixie is your friend and she makes it her job to know which buttons to push to get a response. Now tell Trixie why that… apelien… means so much to you.”
>...She really does care.
>You clear your nose and wipe your tears.
“He’s my best friend.”
>Glass shatters.
>Your window exploded.
>…Again.
>Sighing, you get up.
“Come with me while I get a broom and dust pan.”