Unforeseen Consequences - The young artists

>At least the two sixth graders were gone now. You hoped. You opened the locker just a little bit to confirm that they really weren’t there, but also charged your horn in case they thought that they could surprise you.
>Hmm… nope, they’re gone now. You could see them walking down the hallway and turning at an intersection. Thank the heavens.
>With a sigh of relief, you teleported out of the locker and used that spell again to go to the bathrooms so you could clean your mean… luckily, you knew where those were.
>After washing your mane, you slowly opened the bathroom door and took a peak. Dang, the coast wasn’t clear! You counted at least six monitors patrolling the hallways, and by the looks of it, they weren’t gonna leave any time soon.
>It was logical too, these bathrooms were at an intersection that led to all the major areas of the school. If someone was, say, try to get in contact with a different class, they would necessarily need to go through here.
>Even with those considerations in mind, you couldn’t help but to think one thing about the sixth graders: what a bunch of lazy idiots.
>You still don’t know if where the fourth classrooms are, and at this point, you were sure that your dear classmates are probably doing the tasks you asked to do. So, okay… you have like five different hallways to choose from, and you don’t know where to go…
>But you can’t stay in the bathroom forever, that won’t help anyone! And you’re on a time limit, so you absolutely must keep moving.
>You peaked outside again, and decided to choose your path with an old methodology that has been proven as flawless by countless Scientifics.
“Eeny, meeny, miny, mo… to heck with this! I’m with going with the central hallway and that’s it!”
>You closed the door again and realized another important thing: You are going to need to teleport a lot, and you meant A LOT.

>While you certainly have the sufficient skill to teleport like an insane pony, this was gonna use a lot of magic, and you really didn’t want to suffer a magical short circuit… again. Those suck.
>So, in order to control the use of your magic in a much more optimal way, you should probably do those exercises that Moon Dancer taught you.
>You charged your horn with a certain amount of magic, and then discharged it. You repeated that several times until you were sure that you had this in the bag.
>You focused a bit more, and in an instant, you teleported to the inside of another locker. Worried that you had caught any attention from the “patrols” you peered a bit, luckily, they were still at the junction and nearby the bathrooms.
>Good, now you only need to do the same thing until you stumble upon the fourth graders classrooms and you’re golden.
>You lit up your horn again and…
>”What are you doing?! You ruffians! Bullies! Jerks! Don’t you have any respect for the mighty Crayola?! Wait… what are you doing?! Nooo!”
>Almost as if it was a reflex, you teleported in the direction of that yell, appearing inside a classroom.
>This one was much more… colorful and artsy than yours. Honestly, that’s the best description you could come up with for this classroom.
>You could see myriads of crayon colored drawings covering the entirety of the walls. All of them depicting what you thought, were ponies dressed in robes gathered around a rainbow colored idol.
>Candles of all colors sat on top of the sticker-filled drawers along with strange amateurish decorations made out of crayons. For the looks of it, this class really was into crafting weird stuff.

>What caught your attention the most was a group of foals dressed in rainbow colored robes who were gathered around… the teacher’s desk? Huh… that’s odd.
>Whatever their reason might be for this, it was clear that these little colorful “monks” were in a defensive position. Maybe that desk was of a really big importance for them?
>”I told ya already pipsqueak. If you aren’t voting for Ruffle then yer gonna pay!”
>Of course, the ones these foals were defending their precious desk from was a couple of sixth graders. One was a beige-colored filly with a white and a face covered with freckles.
>”Wait. We’re gonna take their bits too? I thought that we were here just to make them scared so these dorks vote for us”
>The other a brown coated colt with a black mane, and boy, he surely didn’t look like the brightest foal you ever saw.
>”You dumb knucklehead, that’s what I mean by the paying part! It’s a metaphoar… err… metafez? Whatever, it means that they either vote fer us or we’re gonna break them!”
>Despite being the leader of the pair, it seems like the filly wasn’t very bright. You were sure that’s a pattern with the sixth graders. All the evidence you’ve seen so far points to that
>”Oh… so we’re not gonna take their bits then?” The colt asked with a dumb expression on his face
>”Of course we’re gonna take their bits! Are you dumb? Wait…” The filly stayed silent for a couple of second before shaking her head “Of course you’re as dumb as a sack of potatoes… eh, just follow my lead, will ya?”

>”Y-You r-r-ruffians shall not pass!” A familiar looking colt timidly stepped forward “T-The mighty Crayola has spoken, and with all its wonderful colors, it has told us that you would only bring nasty muted and sad colors to our colorful school, and for that we shall not choose you as our leader!”
>Hey, you knew this guy! His name was Scribble Scrabble, right? This fella is a third grader, and you have helped him before…funnily enough, it was against a sixth grader who was bullying for… oh…! That’s right! You remember now! The third graders adore a Crayola or something like that.
>Hmmm… so these two sixth graders must be after that little “artifact”. If they get their dirty little hooves on it, then they will have the third grade in their pockets. On a douchy-level of logic, it makes sense.
>”Yeah! What the great colorful leader said!” A pint sized colt jumped to back up his classmate “You guys are nothing but meanies and… HEY!”
>Despite his bravery, the poor colt just got pushed to a side by the sixth grader filly ”Oh, shut up already!” She then turned to the dumb looking colt and motioned him to advance “Hey, feather brains, take care of the shrimps while I grab that stupid crayon, alright?”
>The poor guy got sent against a drawer and after he made a hit, the guy fell on his back “Wh-wh-what did we ever do to you? He said with tears in his eyes “Why do you have to be so- ooooh”
>The entirety of the class gasped in shock, but maybe by fear or loyalty to their colorful idol, they didn’t dare to move from their place.
>”Pencil Sketch!” Scribble Scrabble ran to his friend’s aid “Are you okay? By the great Crayola and its all-powerful colors, answer me!” You assumed that thanks to his shock, Scribble Scrabble didn’t realize that he was shaking his friend in a rather hard way.

>Despite all of this, the colt didn’t answer, but didn’t get up either. His attention was fixated on you “We’re saved…the great Crayola sent help” the colt said as while still lying on his back, pointed with his hoof at you
>”Oh no…” Scribble Scrabble gasped “Did you hit your head? Oh, no… we have to go to the nursery and…” When Scribble Scrabble rose his head, his eyes became wide open. “Treat…that…oh by the colors of the rainbow! We’re saved!”
>Well, it seems like he finally took notice of your presence.
>”Pffft! You? Saved? Nah, after we break that dumb crayon we’re gonna take yer bits, and then we’re gonna tear” The filly turned around to give Scribble Scrabble an arrogant smirk “your… drawings”
>You have to admit, watching that jerk’s arrogance turning into surprise and then fear was somewhat amusing. Maybe this is the reason why Discord always appears by surprise.
>Of course, you weren’t just going to stand there watching and doing nothing to help these foals. It’s just that… you wanted to do this like your mothers would: In a classy and elegant manner.
>Before the sixth grader could yell for help or tell her friend to do anything, you casted a freezing spell on her. You even made sure that it was strong enough so it would not only prevent her from moving, but also from speaking.
>”Hey, why did you say that so slowly?” The dumb-looking colt chuckled and asked in a playful tone “Oh! I know! Is it because we’re gonna rip those pictures veeery slowly? I love it! That will make them cry even harder!”
>That joy banished when he saw that his friend wasn’t moving at all “Uhhh… you realize that we’re not playing to be statues right?”
“I’m afraid that your friend is unavailable right now…and so are you”

>”What the…? Who are you?!” The colt jumped from the surprise of hearing your voice, but just like you did with the filly, you casted a freezing spell on this idiot too, same strength and everything.
>You gave the two “statues” a smug grin as you walked at them. Then, you closed the colt’s mouth and chuckled
“I think that you should read more newspapers, my friend… or read more in general. Really, I agree with your friend here about your intelligence being… undeveloped.”
>You turned to Scribble Scrabble and… Pencil Sketch was it? And offered your hoof to help them get back on their hooves.
>”You… came to my aid… the Prince saved me again…” With great astonishment Scribble looked at your hoof and then looked at you in the eye “The great Crayola surely display its colors in the most mysterious and awesomest way possible”
>You rolled your eyes as you pulled Scribble, then you patted his shoulder and gave the two colts a gentle smile
“Whatever works for you, my friend. Now, why don’t you tell me what the hay was going on-”
>”I know right! I dunno what he did and… wait” The colt quickly jumped back on his four hooves “Did you say this guy is a prince?!” Pencil Sketch then turned to you, his little tail was swinging from side to side “Are you really a prince?”

>You let out a chuckle, this little guy was too adorable. Seriously, you’ll never know how those idiots mustered the cruelty to raise a hoof against him
>You nodded and offered him a bow
“That’s right. I’m Prince Anon, son of Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, but tell you something. You can just call me Anon, like all my friends do”
>”S-So that means I’m your friend too?” It seems like the colt forgot what just happened since he was now beaming with joy “For real?”
>You nodded at him.
“Yes, for real. Hope you don’t mind that the invitation extends to the rest of your group too..”
“You kiddin’?! That is AMAZING! Hey guys! Did you see that?” Pencil rushed to the rest of his group as he yelled in excitement “The great Crayola sent a member of royalty to save us, and he says that he’s our friend!”
>You gently placed your hoof on your forehead and shook your head. Then you turned to Scribble Scrabble who was sitting right by your side”
“That little fella surely has a lot of energy… but tell me Scribble. Why did those sixth graders tried to take your… uh… great and powerful Crayola? And…uh… do you know where the fourth grade classroom is?”