Minikaiju Horde

----Writing Prompt---------
> What if Alloy's plan all along was to harness the power of a small army of mini orchids?
> I'm not sure what kind of power that would be. Maybe a really bright flashlight or something?
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Initiating drawbun ritual
>Someone, somewhere, awoke with a start.
>There were strange noises coming from downstairs.
>Boom boom crash!
>A home invader!
>He looked to the horde of miniature kaijupones looking back at him from the rest of the bed.
>The good citizen knew just what to do.
>He grabbed a bulky flashlight from his bedside.
>He would not be found unprepared.
>Boom boom crash!
>The door came down.
>A figured swept into the room from the hallway shadow.
>The two sized one another up.
>A man wearing a black ski mask glared through two menacing eye holes.
>The criminal had a crowbar in one arm and in his pocket was the butt of a pistol.
>This man meant business, but so did his imminent target.
>The home owner grimly held a bulky flashlight.
>Would it be enough?
>He would find out soon.
>The invader's hand twitched.
>In an instant, the flashlight was brought to bear.
>The homeowner depressed his thumb to the sound of tiny horses narrating the sound effect.
>"Click!"
>The room was blasted with photons.
>He had a flashlight with a mighty ten L.E.P.'s.
>This many Light Emitting Ponies packed into one device was like a neon blue searchlight.
>The thief yelped at the harsh lighting, disoriented.
>There was a gunshot, and a heavy thump.

>The light dropped to the ground, still shining towards the door.
>Had the bullet hit its mark?
>Everything went quiet save for a sniffle from inside the flashlight.
>The strong light remained blinding.
>Trying to shield his eyes, the assailant stumbled forward.
>The blue faded from his eyes when he got close enough, just in front of the flashlight.
>He could see the home owner on the ground, staring up at him.
>They blinked at each other.
>Lucky miss.
>Before he could point the gun, a hand of the fallen man shot over to the flashlight.
>It hit a switch and the light's reflector flipped open.
>Immediately a cluster of miniponies dove out like a pack of cheering face huggers.
>The cobalt blue spotlight fanning out into a torrent of smaller lights that fell upon the home invader.
>The man went down with a cry, tackled and wrestled to the ground by the snuggly swarm in typical horror movie fashion.
>He scrambled for his gun but couldn't dislodge the steely jaws of the tiny alien horses.
>No matter how hard he fought he couldn't shake them for more than a blink.
>He kicked, tried to punch, kick, squirm, and roll.
>He swung his arm and they simply cleared the way in a flash, swirling around his fist like a school of fish weaving around a predator.
>He kicked out and only thumped against open floor.
>The whirling swarm simply dodged every blow.
>He rolled across the floor but they simply hopped on and rode him like a cartoonish rolling log.
>"Get 'em off! Get 'em off!" he begged, struggles growing feeble.
>The home owner merely stood up and looked away.
>This part was hard to watch.
>Rampant cuddling of this caliber was illegal in twelve states.
>Dusting himself off and checking for wounds, the home owner sighed, watching the blue lights continue to swirl over their prey.
>Soon enough, one of the kaiju in particular stood on the exhausted man's head, a bag between her forelegs.
>"I found chips in his pocket!"
>"Chips?!"
>"He must know where more are!"
>"Let's go find them!"
>A chorus of agreements rang out.
>The invader was carried out like a prize by ants, little kaiju "Nam nam nam"-ing on his clothes.
>"Any chips in here?"
>"No, try his hat!"
>"Okay!"
>The voices faded down the hallway.
>The home owner reached for his phone.
"Hello? Yes I'd like to report a low-speed snuggling. Yeah. Yes. They're on the front lawn now and dragging him down the street. South on 10th street. Okay. I'll bring a bag."

>He clicked the call to an end went downstairs to the kitchen pantry.
>The home owner later caught up to the horde of tiny kaijus still glowing excitedly.
>The former burglar turned victim was dazed while they used him as an elevated perch to search for oncoming snack bags.
>Two police cars were stationed close by, officers trying to coax the group of glowing ponies away so they could make their questioning.
>One of them was jingling a keychain and while it got a few glances of attention, they seemed to take it as the distraction it was.
>The owner approached one of the ponies who was idly gnawing on a lock of the fallen man's hair.
"Hey sweetie, whatcha doing?"
>She paused her namming to respond.
>"They call this greasy hair, but it's not like chip greasy."
"Doesn't taste very good, does it?"
>She shook her head.
>The little ponies collectively sighed defeatedly.
"Wouldn't a real chip be better?"
>She nodded.
>"Do you know where they are?"
"I have some."
>That got their attention.
>A small lake of blue lights turned his way.
>He held up a bag and scrunched it loudly in his hands.
>The miniponies quickly scrambled off of their victim and returned to their owner's side.
>He tossed a piece of deliciousness at the crowd.
>Like a swarm of fish puppies they stumbled over one another and leaped at the chance.
>"Chip, chip, chip!" they started chanting.
>One was not enough.
>He tossed them slowly, rationing them one at a time.
>As the number of chips dwindled, they started vying for the treat, squabbling in little kaiju combat.
>"I want a chip, too!"
>"Miiiine!"
>They hustled and shuffled, jockeying for the best positions.
>Somehow, the owner managed to keep track of them.
>One for each and then back down the line again.
>Chip after chip while the police conducted their business, asking questions about what could possibly have caused this scene.
>After a thorough explanation, the officers were done and it was time to take the little kaijus back home.
>Only, they seemed disinterested.
>It was past their bed time.
>Now thoroughly awakened, they were active.
>"I want adventure!"
>"Yeah!" the rest cheered.
"It's bed time."
>"But we don't want to," they whined.
>The owner was baffled what to do.
>Until he spotted a gas station on the street corner.
"Would you go to bed if you get a super special midnight snack?"
>They thought it over for all of a second.
>"Yay!"
>"More chips!"
"This way!"
>He led his strange gang of small kaijupones into the convenience store, holding the door open for the massses.
>When he entered, they had already started sniffing around, the store clerk meekly peeking out around a display stand.
>"They're not gonna, like, eat my customers, are they?"
"Probably not."
>His reply was cut off but one of the ponies suddenly stop sniffing at the entrance to an aisle.
>She began flashing her bio-luminescent lights in a swirl of patterns and squealing excitedly.
>The rest quickly fell into place behind it, roving as a horde once again down the snack aisle.
>They came to a stop, looking at a bag strangely.
>"Chalk-oh-lat... chips?"
>"Chips?"
>"Chips!"
>One could only imagine what the little terrors might turn into on a sugar rush.
>The owner was quick to divert their attention.
"Nonono, those are fake chips."
>"Fake?"
"Yes."
>He scanned further down the aisle.
"Real ones are over there."
>They followed his pointing finger and they scurried across the length of the aisle.
>They came back quickly, each one having grabbed a bag of one chip or another.
>He checked to make sure they were all present before leading them back to the counter.
"Everyone have some?"
>They all nodded their heads and replied with voices muffled by their assorted prizes.
>He paid for the newfound snacks but as they dragged the bags towards the door, he called out.
"Wait, girls. Let me bag those, it'll be easier to carry."
>They stopped in their tracks, looking at him like he was crazy.
>"Bags... in bags?" one of them asked.
"Yeah. If you drag them on the ground they might break and I can carry them all."
>They were mystified by this proposal.
>They brought the bags forward to him and he put each snackbag one in a proper plastic bag.
>Together they left the gas station, group of kaijuponies dogging his heels.
>He re-entered the house, stick the front door back into place as best he could and dropped the bags.
>They were quickly assaulted on all sides, grabbed and dragged to separate parts of the open-kitchen living room.
>The room was filled with the happy nams of the kaijupones.
>Eventually he crept back into his bed, and slinked back under the covers.
>A pile of miniponies quickly gathered, sprawling across the bed in a chorus of small snores.