Thread 48: Stories 1-15

Thread 48 archive: https://archive.moe/mlp/thread/20453513/
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This is the story of a princess, a newly crowned princess bought in by Celestia herself to help her little ponies g̳̣̦r͓͕̦͇͘o̘̺̦̜͖ẁ̦.

My story? My story is simple.
>What do you want me to do?
>S̟̱͠p̴͉̲r̗e̠̦͕̱̼͘a͎͚͕͖͔̯͓d҉̣̤̬

But this tale isn't about me, it's about the new Princess Applejack, and all of her wonderful and ever e̳͇̘̲x̘͉͔̩p͏̳͎̞͚̪͔a̟̹̲̗̼͘ṋ̸̘̮̺d̦̜̬͔̥̼̹i͖n͎̘̣̲g̲̘̪̦͙̕ stories. There is always so much for her to offer.

There are so many stories that have spͯ͗̈́ͮ̑͆́ř̢ͨ̓ǫu͏t̡́́̃̏ͤe̸ͩ̓̀̏ͭ̾̑d̅̃͋ over this time, why don't you give them a look? http://pastebin.com/u/PrincessApplejack

Or do you just want to see the last one that B͘͢͞ĺ̸o̷͏o̸̧m͡e͏̷d̡̨͜?́ That's right here http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/S20365095

Please, by all means, try writing a story, we love to see new talent D̵͞͠è͠v͝҉e͝lǫ́p̵ a̡͟͞nd͝ ͞bu̷ḑ̸̨
Or if you are really brave, draw. Create something with your art and let your talent c͂ȗ̢̀̈́l̿͌ͯ̎҉t̒̆̋͐̒̐̂iͩ̎̕͝vͬ̂ͫa̧͂̏͛ͭ͋̈ť̶̇ͭ͏ȩ́ͧ̕͜

Well, look at that, thread number 48. So much room...

I͡ ̡wo͢n͢d̵er͘ what̨ w͠il̷l f̵l͟ou̧ri̢sh͘
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>Dash
"Pinkie"
'Fluttershy'
[Scootaloo]
{???}
~~~~

>So, does it bother anybody we have in no way shape or form been asked about her?

"Well, Dashie, it IS the Canterlot Guard..."

'Oh, that's not very nice, I'm sure they work very hard. And I'm sure Shining Armor did a fine job training them.'

>...

'Please don't call me out on that.'

"Wow, even when you have stuff growing out of every inch, you still can manage that look."

'Speaking of, we need to find Chrysalis, I think this thing is coming alive.'

[It did just blink at me.]

'Oh dear...'

>Look, it's not a problem. In fact, we look freaking awesome!

'I don't know...'

"Oh, don't be like tha-OW!"

{SHHHHH!}

>...Pinkie, did that rock just shush you?

'Oh dear. Hold on, I'll kill it-'

{NO NO NO! DON'T KILL! FRIENDLY FIRE! FRIENDLY FIRE!}

"...Spike? You're dressed up like a rock?"

{No! I'm hiding!}

[...whyyyy?]

{Because if Shining Armor finds me he's going to abduct me and then I'll have to spend the night with CHRYSALIS because he JUST CAN'T SAY NO TO THAT BITCH... sorry, Scoots.}

[Fleetfoot says worse everytime she stubs her toe.]

>Making a note of that, but come on, Spike! You should be spending time with family, dressing up and going door to door all that!

{I'm too old to be doing that anyway.}

'...Are you? You don't look it.'

{I'm old in dragon years!}

"I feel like that's the opposite of what should be."

{HUSH AND LET ME BE A ROCK!}

>Fine, eeeesshhh..

*They walk away*

>...So, was he just not talking to her, or-

"I don't think he noticed."

'What makes you say that?'

{WAIT A MINUTE!}

"Call it a hunch."
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 >SA
"Chrysalis"
'Cadence'
[18]
{42}
^2^
~Celestia~
=Twilight=
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>To the left, ponies! We still have that half of Canterlot left!

"Okay, as the poster child for thinking there is no such thing as 'too much excess', even I think this is excessive."

>What do you mean?

'I think she's referring to the fact it looks like 42 is going to collapse.'

{NO REGRETS!}

[Well, she wouldn't if all of you would carry your own candy!]

^I can't! It's too much! I'mma marchmalley, not a pile o' pillows!^

~Same. Except I'm apparently a fairy god mother.~

>Your fault for waiting till the last minute! I mean, look at Twilight, she is ROCKING that mad scientist outfit.

=Uh...=

"Point is, we've already got more candy than total combined body weight, and I am counting Celestia's ass."

'We could probably wrap it up.'

>DON'T YOU TAKE THIS FROM ME!

[Take what now?]

>Watch... next house!

^YAAAAYYY! NIGHTMARE NIGHT! LIGHTS ARE BRIGHT! GIMME CHOCOLATE BUT NOT THE WHITE!^

-Ah, I see.-

[She has not gotten that right once...]

'...okay, let's keep walking.'

~I suppose I'll burn off a little of those cakes.~

>SEE!?

"M'kay. 42! Carry for your Queen!"

{BRING IT ON-}

*THUMP!*

>...42? You okay?

{MRPHMPMH!}

-Chrysalis...-

"I'm taking it back, I'm taking it back, bleeh."

>Next house!

^EEEE! NIGHTMARE NIGHT, 42 LIKES TO FIGHT, DON'T GO TO THE LEFT GO TO THE RIGHT!^

>It's the little things....
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 >32
"High Roller"
'Reggie'
-Q-

>...

Silence pervades the laboratory, nothing within but a changeling on a bed, solitary and sick, his body barely kept together through emergency infusions of love by those he would have felt sick to even come into contact with were it not for the infirmity already striking him.

>...You know I really, REALLY should have just went to like Ponyville or something. Nobody would have been watching THEIR library. Could have just got all the knowledge the Morlocks needed, went back to the caves, heyyyyy, civilization! Could have died a God King, enshrined in my own glory. I mean I'd have told them not to, but the would have done it. But noooooooo, just had to thumb my nose are the monogamous harlot-yes, I know that's self-contradictory, what of it?-and now look where I'm at. A terrarium! With a damn voice in my head that...

32 blinks.

>...Son of a bitch, I didn't tell them about the voice! I mean, they KNOW the words but they don't know who's saying them...well I don't know either but it's a possible clue, right!?

Silence.

>RIGHT! Okay, first thing when they come back, gotta just tell them about the voice, I...I...I really wish I knew what it wanted from me. The right thing. Duh, yeah, the message has been sent and heard, ad nauseum. Is it really that hard to tell me WHAT it is? It better not be something like tell buckethead her helmet looks nice or something, I'd rather starve than compliment that armorer's abortion. I-...am not alone in here, am I?

"Nope."

>You are scary good at sneaking up on me sometimes.

"Could be that, or it could be you're scary bad at detecting dudes. How's it hanging?"

>Oh fine, fine, I realized that if the cuntly Queen ever found out how this disease works I'd be in for a world of mental hurt.

"Ooh, yeah, that'd suck."

>And you are here why exactly?

"They appointed me the guard soooo...guardin'."

>Ah, yes, a real go-getter you are.

>Ah, yes, a real go-getter you are.

"Speaking of go-getting, of go'd and got what you wanted."

>And that is-

'*chitter!*'

-*tink!*-

>AHA! My friends! Toss them over!

"Sure, bud."

With a swish that would make the Chicagoat Minotaurs proud, the roach and rock now share a new cell with their friend.

"Three pointer, aw yeah~"

>Yes yes, very good. Now we four are united once more!

'*chitter!*'

>Thorax was never a part of our inner circle!

"Inner circle?"

>Yes, the motion to add you to the ranks of Insectopia -formerly the People's Republic of Cell #15- was passed unanimously as the only active council member was me when it was presented exactly five minutes ago.

"Aw, thanks...guess this is gonna make what's about to happen harder I suppose..."

>Beg pardon?

"I'm uh...putting in for a transfer out of Canterlot."

>What!? But it's only been a few weeks!

"Yeah, and in those weeks I've been suspected of treason, had to give up two tickets to Partyland because of it, got caught up in a plushie invasion, threatened by the Changeling Queen, thrown multiple times by the prissiest bug I've ever seen, and possibly infected you with a weird ass love disease. Now this..."

Roller holds up the latest issue of the Hive Gazette, with a grainy photo of what appears to be Chitania hold up Partyland on the front page.

"Comes out and all I'm thinking is 'Fuck, this isn't ending well'. This place is going to be a hellhole shortly, I can feel it, and I need to get out ASAP. Maybe to San Franciscolt, I hear it's nice, closer to home too."

>But...what about the other guards?

"The dickbags who rough up changeling drones and have to get scared straight by watching two best friends almost kill each other? Fuck them."

>The Princesses!

"They're immortal super beings, the one treating you can cure cancer via PUNCH! They need about as much protecting as I need help picking a girl up at a bar."

>Triage!

"...we...well, I think we all knew that shit wasn't going to end in matrimony, I'm not really the puttin' down roots type."

>This is insanity!

"No, STAYING is insanity. This place is in the eye of a growing shitstorm, and sure it may be calm now, but when it hits the edge, I think this place might tear itself apart, and I want no part in that. Understand?"

>...

"Besides...we both know I stick around you much longer, I'm gonna end up getting eaten, right?"

>Go fuck yourself.

"Maybe I will, gotta keep in practice 'til I find me a cute little filly with flowers in her mane, y'know?"

>...take care of yourself, High Roller.

"Always make that priority numero uno, my man. Speaking of which..."

High Roller fishes out a packet of playing cards from his armor.

"I remember you saying you wanted to play."

>Aha! Yes indeed, come inside and we'll spend the night throwing cards in a pile!

"Sounds great but..."

High Roller tosses the packet over the cell wall.

"I still got to tell some other folks what I'm doing, happy Nightmare Night, buggy."

>Hmph, spoil sport, come then Q! Come then Reggie! Let's play cards!

Roller turns away from the changeling, walking for the exit.

One down...two to go.
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 >Rarity
"SB"
[Arana]
{Vekir}
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"Do they HAVE to come with us!?"

>Sorry, Sweetie Belle, but it would appear everyone secretly hates me, and has chosen this moment to show their hoof. A wise choice, it seems, as I could not have gotten this message any clearer.

[NORMAL! YEP! TOTALLY NORMAL NOT SCARY MONSTER COMING THROUGH! LOOK AT MY GREAT COSTUME, ISN'T IT GREAT!?]

{Release Vekir from this rope thing around her neck! No more taking whole bowls and running off, Vekir promises!}

"You promised that, like, four times now."

{THOSE WERE PRACTICE PROMISES!}

[Hello, little pony! I am just your normal everyday citizen, nothing scary about me except for my TOTALLY FAKE costume, right? Doesn't it just look fake!? NORMAL! I'M NORMAL!]

"I'm not even getting any candy, she keeps stealing it!"

>Vekir you put it back!

{HAH! You will never prove which sweet things were taken! Vekir mixes them too well! ALL BELONGS TO VEKIR!}

>...I think I'll give my friends a 'thank you' for this...

"Does it involve fire?"

>...

"...Please say it involves fire."

[Hi, Mrs Pony! I'm just a NORMAL someone in a costume, can I have some candy so I can eat it normally cause I'M NOT SCARY I'M NORMAL NOBODY IS SCREAMING YAAAY!]

{Hello, pony! Vekir wishes for somALLBELONGSTOVEKIR-GLK!... STUPID ROPE THING!}

>...It involves at least some fuel, yes.

"...Good."

[NORMAL!]
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 >???
“???”
‘Canterlot Couple’
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DING-DONG!

‘Oh sweetie, the nightmare nighters are here! Quickly, go get the candy; I’ll get the door!’

The excited housemare snatched open the door with a smile to end all smiles.

She really loved trick-or-treaters, seeing them bounce with joy when given candy-

>NIGHTMARE NIGHT! WHAT A FRIGHT! I’LL SQUEEZE AND BITE YOUR PLOT JUST RIGHT!

-but there was something to be desired about this ones intro song.

‘…’

And their, uh… peculiar choice of costume.

Which was pretty much an overblown midnight blue plot, complete with starry-night, ethereal tail. No doubt modeled after the rear of the lunar princess… who was standing next to the excited Changeling, who’s smiling face stuck out rather comically between the cheeks.

‘…And just… what are you supposed to be…?’

>Moons’s moons! Can’t ya tell, ma'am?

‘…I-’

“Please. We only wish for thee to place the treats in the young ones bag so this night can be one step closer to ending, aghast as we are to say…”

The sound of thudding footsteps from within the house signaled the arrival of the husband as he stepped out with a pail of candy. He was smiling.

“Oh my, oh my, and what little marvel have we… got… here?”

It was a smile that didn’t last long and the couple stared as 56 eagerly dug into the pail.

>Thanks! Alright, Moons, next house, c’mon c’mon!

“Mother take us now...”

‘...Sweetheart?’

‘Yes?’

‘That was a Changeling, right?’

‘Black hide, glowy eyes, fangs… yes, I’d say so.’

‘And it was dressed up for Nightmare Night, right?’

‘Indeed.’

‘But… dressed as Princess Luna’s… plot?’

‘Looooks like it. Quite an accurate portrayal, too.’

‘Huh. Why is that somehow cute and why do I want to go grab my camera?’

‘I know, right?’
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 >Guard
"Guard 2"
'???'
[???]
{???}
~Various~
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>....Uh.

"Yeah, when they called in a disturbance of screaming, I was expecting, like, a really good haunted house."

>Yeah, not....

~MY EEEEEYYYYEEEESSSS!~

>Not a row of houses with ponies screaming on their doorsteps.

~IT BURNS! OH IT BUUUURNS!~

"Think someone is throwing flashbangs?"

>I dunno...

~~~~Up ahead~~~

'Okay, seriously, Niney? Just... just have them all go off at once. You do not need to spread this out.'

[I say to you, madness unto your lips! But one casts a light so grand it leaves them as such, who knows what all of them will do!]

{You know, hopefully by the end of this those at the door are much more sleepy. I'm going to be honest, all of us going door to door looks a little creepy.}

'We look like pedophiles.'

[We do not!]

'No, yeah, fair enough. Since you always say that and then look down meaningfully, I'd say we look crazy. I'm actually thankful you are blinding everyone, at least this way it looks like a prank.'

[HRMPH! Well damn mine soul to the pits for wishing a happy trip for those who never got to experience a lovely night such as this!]

{...29, I admit that I am curious now. Is there a reason besides your unspoken vow?}

[HAH! Surely you jest, as if I would enjoy a night spent such as this, going house to house... nobody screaming... candy... games...]

'...'
{...}

[N-next house...]

'Right...'

[Nightmare Night, what a freight, give me something sweet to bite!]

~Awww, big old kid at heart, are you? You don't have to pretend to float the other bag, you know.~

[Indulge me.]

~Well, okay, just this-~

*FLASH!*

~MY EYES!~

[Twenty six down! TO THE NEXT ABODE!]

'...'

[Hush, I am not enjoying this.]

{Riiiiiight.}
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 It could not feel happiness.

The thing within her simply did not have that ability. It understood happiness was a thing, in that chemicals went off within certain parts of the brain of it's hosts at certain times, but it did not feel it. It couldn't, really, because it did not have that part of a mind, or any mind really. It simply was.

As such, it did not feel happiness when the substance had touched it, it did not feel elation when at last the final piece in the puzzle that was it's hosts body fell away, and it could at last move to something besides those with chitin upon their skin. It did not feel happiness as it's will spread, covering the one who had granted it this boon, granting it this final piece of the puzzle. It did not feel that.

But it felt something.

Perhaps it's extended, far more so than any other organism before this, time with the creature hosting it had allowed it a glimpse, a single look into the greater whole that makes up how they think, and act. But ultimately, it did not matter. It did not care if it was happy, either way. All it cared about was one thing.

It could spread.

At last...

"Spread."
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 >13
"Changelings"
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"Holy shit! Amazing costume, 13, it's so real!"

>...

"..."

>...

"...Those, uh... those aren't fake burns, are they?"

>...

"And that pitchfork sticking out of your back- yep. Actually in there."

>...

"...How... how is the cat even staying on?"

>...

"...Well, on the positive side, you saved money this year!"

>Fuck you.

"I deserved that."
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 >Actarius
"JJ"
'Changelings'
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>Surprise!

As one, the entire ballroom looked over to him.

More specifically, the bag he was holding.

'...what the hell?'

'You kill somebody?'

'We are NOT helping you hide that, end of story.'

>N-no, uh... it's-

His words were cut off by an obnoxiously loud sniffing noise.

'...Is... is that...'

>Well, I mean, it was on sale, and I know you guys didn't want to go outside to get your own, so I figured-

'That... that smells like...'

>Right, well, I figured we could have our own little-

'HE HAS CANDYYYYYYYY!'

Tears prickled in his eyes as the stampede charged him, knowing full well any request to cease would be fruitless. Nonetheless...

>Uh... g-get in a line?

As one, like a miracle granted unto him from heaven, they stopped.

'AWWW!'

'For the love of... well, love? I guess love.'

'At least put on the suit when you pull this shit!'

So gobsmacked, he just barely muttered out a response.

>S-sorry?

'NOT GOOD ENOUGH!'

>Uh-

'Well, get up there!'

A black and green blur was chucked out of the crowd, landing hard next to the stallion.

>...W-why-

"They put me in the suit."

>...Why-

'SHUT UP AND GIVE US THE CANDY!'

"...Thanks."

>Hey, you said you wanted some, but-

"Yeah, was going to share anyway."

>You okay?

"Little bruised."

>...HEY! GUYS!

'What?'

>Don't forget, it's nightmare night! So you've got to say the secret phrase to get candy!

'Is the secret phrase 'please don't shoot me with lasers?' I think it should be that.'

>Nope, it's "Nightmare Night, what a freight, give me something sweet to bite!"

If anyone had been listening, they could HEAR the disbelief, he would swear.

'...Why would we do that?'

'We can just hit you.'

>Oh yeah? Well, think about it like this, if you ARE willing to do it, you have a vested interest in stopping those who want to just take the bag or won't say it, since that means more candy for you and less for them!

As one, the crowd looked thoughtful.

'...Fuck, that's smart. No dignity means more candy.'

>Well?

'...'

At last, one stepped forward.

'Nightmare Night, what a freight, give me something sweet to bite!'

>There we go!

'DAMN! Alright, get in line...'

>Anyone who makes a costume gets an extra piece!

Suddenly, the room was awash in green flames.

>Feel better?

"...Yep."

'Nightmare Night, what a freight, give me something sweet to bite!'

"Gonna remember this one for a while..."
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 >High Roller
"Sucker Punch"
'41'

>...okay, what?

"What what?"

>The hell is this supposed to be?

Sucker Punch arches an eyebrow.

"Dunno what you mean."

'The costume, Punch.'

"Oh shit, right."

Sucker Punch, his coat painted a light brown, strikes a pose in a yellow shirt, boots, and a bandana, snarling under a fake blonde foal manchu moustache.

"I'm Bulk Bronco, brother!"

>...riiiiight.

"C'mon, dude, y'know this is a good costume, jack!"

'Told you you should have been The Charisma Colt.'

"I can't do the Ooh yee-ah though, I sound constipated."

'EVERYONE sounds constipated when they do it.'

>And you are?

'Seriously? Covered in bit signs? Nice suit? Everyone has a price for me?'

>...

'The Million Bit Mare, I'm the Million Bit-fuck it, what're you supposed to be, besides a dickhead?'

>After tonight? Leaving.

"'WHAT!?'"

>Yeah, this gig's sadly prove to be faaaar more trouble than it's worth.

"...I...but...you just proved you weren't a traitor!"

>I shouldn't have had to in the FIRST FUCKING PLACE! All I wanted to do was collect a paycheck and bang my marefriend, then all this shit's gone down. I'm asking for a transfer somewhere else, I hear the consulate in Mustangia is shorthanded.

"Dude, look, I'm sorry we did that to you but we had to be sure!"

>Sure of what, that I wasn't a spy because I can manage to bang someone minus an exoskeleton?

'Hey! We aren't banging!'

>"..."

'Shut up.'

>Now check this out...

Roller holds up the same newspaper as before, Chitania once again holding up Partyland.

>Now I'm not fortune teller, but this may as well have a headline of 'Shit's about to go down' and I have has far and away too much shit go down around me, so I'm getting while the getting's good. The only reason I'm telling you is that I'm cashing in on the favor you seriously owe me.

"Favor?"

>For sticking me with the bug for a weekend.

'He doesn't owe you shi-'

"Alright, what do you want?"

>I want you to take over for me as the bug boy's guard.

"Are...are you serious?"

>Hey, someone's gotta do it.

'He doesn't!'

>He does now.

"So what I just hang around him and listen to his crap?"

>Pretty much, what you made me do, except you get to take lunch breaks. Enjoy it.

"How long do I have to do it?"

>Until he dies, you die-probably by becoming his little buddy-, or until he gets released in order to redeem himself and blah dee blah dee blah. 'Course you could just not do it, I just wanted a bit that sweet karmic vengeance, before I left. Ta ta.

"Hang on."

Roller is halted half way out the door.

>Yeah?

"What about Triage?"

>Heh, what about her?

He leaves, Sucker Punch grits his teeth.

'Douchebag.'

"Fucker."

'You seriously going to do what he said?'

"For maybe like three days, that's how long he did it , then I'll just ask for a replacement."

'What, uh, what about Triage?'

"I'll think of something, she's a nice lady, maybe we'll help fix her up with someone better."

'Like who?'

"Actarius."

'...'

"..."

"'Pffffhahahahaha!'"

Outside the guard barracks, Roller smirks, rolling up the Hive Gazette and waking away.

Two down.

One to go.
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 >Sucker Punch
“Haymaker”
‘Lucky Strikes’
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Still just as confused as when he first got the invitation, Sucker Punch entered the guards chambers to see a duo already gathered.

>Okaaaaay… so you three pulled me away from my duties for what again?

“Pfft, duties. On Nightmare Night. That’s a good one.”

‘More like pulled ya away from that little Changeling lady, right?’

>…I don’t think I like what you’re implying there, Strikes. And Haymaker, I KNOW you’re not smirking over there. Last I checked, you and that potato-munching one we’re having a three-way with Convict Blue.

Haymaker’s smirk only grew.

“Guilty. It only happened once, though. Things got awkward when she brought out the potato strap-on.”

A round of surprised laughter lit up the room.

>Touché… but if this is a ‘guards meeting’, or whatever you want to call it, why are you here, Haymaker? No offense but weren’t you just a prison guard…?

To this, Haymaker leaned forward on the table, rubbing at his temple.

“It’s funny, the promotions that come with protecting the castle from a group of vicious, stuffed animals. I honestly wish they hadn’t- the paperwork for this new position is a bitch- but I couldn’t refuse….”

‘’Cuz that would mean your little plot-partner Convict Blue would be out of your jurisdiction, being assigned to the castle and all. Right?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

>Huh. Well… congratulations, I guess.

“No, congratulate Strikes, here.”

‘Up yours, Maker.’

“I mean, it takes a special kind of guard to get captured, tied up and then thrown into a giant cooking vat. Along with your general. By said stuffed animals. Well done, Strikes.”

‘You talkin’ smack ‘bout my subordinate, Maker? ‘Cuz in her own words, I will not hesitate to bear-hug the stuffing out of you, boy.’

“The board already did enough smack talking from what I heard. Guess you didn’t see a pay raise after the whole scuffle, eh? No bump in position?”

There couldn’t have been any more lethargy in Lucky Strikes shrug.

‘I make enough bits to give each of my soldiers a little bit extra every pay day. I’m good.’

>As glad as I am for your raise, Haymaker, and as jealous as I am of your insanely high pay grade, Strikes… if there’s nothing else to say here I got rounds to do.

‘Hold on, Punch. It’s Nightmare Night, ain’t no rounds need doin’ anywhere. And you can get down to roundin’ your Changeling lady friend later.’

>I SWEAR TO CELESTIA-

“You do? Tch, you’ve got balls, Punch. But seriously… this meeting is about trying to figure out a way to bring some honor back to the guards. Because before joining your ranks, I’ll be honest… me and the other ‘lesser’ guards used to clown you guys.”

>…

‘I can see that. Hell, I’ve clowned us my damn self. We had Changelings trainin’ us for Faust sakes.’

A gruff laugh followed Lucky Strikes admission as he rocked back and forth in his chair.

There was something akin to embarrassment on Sucker Punch’s face that slowly slid away into resignation. And then he sank deeper into his chair.

>Alright… guess I can’t fault you there. History itself can’t really fault you even. So if that’s true, what plans do you have? How do we… tighten up?

“First off? It'd probably help us if had a goddamn leader...."
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 >SA
"Chrysalis"
'Cadence'
[18]
{42}
^2^
~Celestia~
=Twilight=
~~~~

>PUT IT DOWN!

"Awww, come on, it's Nightmare Night! And they didn't give candy, ergo, I am totally justified in what I am about to do with these eggs."

'This is who lives around our daughter. This is one of the role models in her life. I want you to think about that.'

>...And?

'This doesn't bother you.'

>Well, no. I mean, think about it. On the side of personal relations and being sociable, we've got you, one of the most popular ponies on the planet who loves making others happy and is always wanted at every party-

'Awwww.'

>-then for the more educational side we've got my sister Twili, who is one of the smartest ponies ever to walk the earth-

=Awwww=

>-then on the administrative side we've got the changeling who singlehandedly killed a living entity made of paperwork by administrating at it... which I really should look into more-

[Awwww.]

>-and of course on the physical side we've got the changeling who kicked the love out of me for months on end and beat up robots with her bare hooves-

{I'm not going to 'aww' at you.}

>-and finally on actually being a good leader, we've got the pony who singlehandedly ruled a nation for 1000 years of prosperity, pretty well I might add-

~Awwww.~

>-I mean, just in general Chrysalis is amazing to have around just to show her all that can go to your head, but we'll always want to help and be there.

'...Point.'

"Did... Did I just get burned? Was that a burn? I feel like I just got burned."

^C'MOOOOOON! NEXT HOUSE!^

>Coming sweetie!

~...You look so confused.~

"I like the 'be there' thing, but the rest makes me feel like hitting him."

~Hmm...~

"...he didn't mention himself, I noticed."

~If that surprises you, you don't know Shiny that well.~

^C'MOOOOON!^

~Coming!~
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"MM"
'Zecora'
[???]
~~~

>AHAHAAHAH! WHEEE!

"Wow, uh... he is getting into this."

'It is doubtful he ever had a chance to experience this in his own youth. It is good he has stopped struggling, and given into his heart's truth.'

"Kind of weird, right? This was never a big deal for me as a kid, just, you know, something I did. It was fun, I had a ball, but I never really thought of it as something major in my childhood I would miss if I never had it..."

'Indeed, we celebrated it back home as well. Never really did I think it would be worthy of a story I would tell. But he loves it, that much is plain to see. I'm glad all of us are here, him and we three.'

"...Uh, think you might've messed up with the rhyming, there's only-"

A sudden hiss and explosion of smoke filled the area, but was quickly dispelled.

[THANKS FOR RUINING MY ENTRANCE! The music was all ready! Was JUST about to hit the button when you cut me off! THANKS A LOT, ZECORA!]

"Oh, decided not to dress up?"

[What do you mean? The costume on me is of the greatest showman there ever lived! The GREAT AND POWERFUL-OW!]

"No. You absolutely cannot."

[DO NOT HIT TRIXIE!]

"I will hit you harder if-"

>INCOMING!

*FLASH!*

[MY EYES!]

"...If you do not stop that right now, is what I was going to say."

[THEY BURN!]

'My lack of sympathy I just cannot make more clear, even I think dressing up is pathetic Trixie dear.'

[FINE... I'm, uh...]

"..."

[...I'm... aaaaa...]

She poked her hat to the side and ruffled her cape, pulling a suspicious looking bottle from her 'candy bag' while she did so.

[Drunk magician?]

"....Good. Well done, excellent costume."

[Yay?... What's up with him?]

"Indulging in a missed childhood, we think."

>WHEEEE!

[Oh... good for him?]

'We like to think so. All night he's been jumping to and fro.'

[...did you guys-]

"Yes, we got you candy."

[...Trixie is... appreciative.]

"Good as we're getting, I guess. Come on, before-"

>WARNING!

FLASH!

"'[OUR EYES!]'"

>Warned you.
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 >Dash
"Scootaloo"
'Pinkie'
[Fluttershy]
{???}
~Various~
~~

>You having fun, squirt?

"Heck yeah! I can't believe how awesome everything is!"

>Well, obviously, I mean, you are with me.

[Um, Dash? That's not a very modest role model.]

>NO REGRETS!

'Hoo, buddy. My hoofsies are feeling sore.'

[Oh, really? It's not that bad.]

'Well sorreee! I can't fly, don't mean to hold you all back!'

"..."

'Sorry.'

>Yeah, you should be.

[How many more-...]

>Hey, Shy? You okay?

'Uh ohhh, looks like the scardyness has finally kicked back in! It's just costumes, Shy! You don't have to...'

[...]

>...S-she's awake, isn't she?

[...Meep.]

>...NO REGRE-GLKKK!

"RAINBOW DASH!"

{AH'M GONNA RIP YER' HEAD RIGHT OFF'A YER DANG SHOULDER!}

'AJ NO! SHE NEEDS THAT TO BREATH!'

[Oh dear, oh dear!]

"Don't kill her!"

{Wait a minute... DID YA'LL DRESS ME!?}

[Um...]

{STRANGLIN' HARDER NOW!}

>I-I-GLURGL!-I TAKE IT B-HLK!- BACK! REGRETS! I HAVE REGRETS! SO MAN-GLLKKLL!-REGREEETS!

~Just keep walking, honey.~

~But mom, I wanna see her head pop off!~

~We are so getting you therapy.~

>REGREEEET!
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