Unforeseen Consequences - A fourth grade betrayal

>”Well boys…” The biggest one of the group, a pale blue colt with a grey mane and a buff body shrugged “You heard the royal lady…”
>With giant smirks on their faces, the three sixth graders snickered. They must believe that they had this in the bag, and why wouldn’t they?
>It was three against two. They were bigger than you and probably the most important part was that you couldn’t run away. If you turned back and left with the pajamas filly, then you would end up in the bathroom’s intersection and if that happened, then all of the sixth graders there would finish the job.
>These three stooges were blocking the other part of the hallway, your only exit. They weren’t going to move, no matter how nicely you asked. It was too bad that they didn’t factor in the most important factor to decide this… conflict.
>”Heh…heheheheh! Seems we’re gonna send this one to the nursery…” Another colt said as he cracked his neck. This guy had a brown coat complimented with a black mane, and… yeah, this guy was super buff too.
“Yeah, yeah, are we gonna do this or what? I’ve more important stuff to do than hearing three cowards gossiping around like old mares”
>That factor of course, was you. No matter how hard they tried, you were absolutely sure that there wasn’t a sixth grader who could stand a chance against the power of your magic… even if it was a bit unreliable.
>”Nursery?” The last colt said as he gave his friends a scowl. This one was yellowish, and despite being as thin as a stick, he had the most “malicious” features out of the three idiots “Nah, after we kick his flank, we’re gonna send this idiot straight to detention… I wanna hear him cry”

>”HAH!” The Pajama’s filly peeked her head from behind you “You villiansh are the ones who are going to cry! You will never defeat the GOLDEN THUNDAH and her mighty sidekick the COOL HERO COLT! WE’RE GONNA KICK YOUR FLANKSH SO BAD THAT YOUR MOMMIES WILL SAY “Oooh! My poor colt! Who kicked your flank thish bad?””
>It wasn’t like she was wrong, really. The problem is that the title that she gave you was too… well… it was kind of stupid sounding… And the fact that she called you her “sidekick” was also bothering you.
>You rolled your eyes, shook your head and then turned to the filly with a stoic look on your face
“First of all, I’m a prince, y’know, actual royalty! That means I’m nobody’s sidekick. Secondly, don’t call me hero colt, please. That little name really, really bothers me … don’t ask why, it just does, and finally…”
>”Shouldn’t have turned yer back on us!” The biggest colt cackled as he motioned his compadres to follow his step “ATTACK!”
>When she saw the sixth graders running and then jumping at you, the pajamas’ filly immediately cowered between your legs, and honestly, who could blame her? They were screaming with a battle roar that rivaled even the scariest plushy.
>But what about you? HAH! As if those idiots could compare to that monster of Chrysalis or the never ending shenanigans from Discord and Eris. Nah, they weren’t a problem, and in this “dire” situation, you couldn’t help but to let out a chuckle. These idiots really should have handled their options a little more wisely.
>You gently patted the pajamas filly mane and whispered into her ear
“Finally… I don’t really need to lay a hoof on them in order to win this “battle” so calm down and enjoy the magic show”
>Right before they could touch you, you lit up your horn and casted a shield spell that the sixth graders ended up slamming against it. Gotta admit, even when you didn’t see the impact, it did sound like it hurt a lot.

>After chuckling arrogantly, you turned to face your attackers so you could gave them a new opportunity to surrender.
>That didn’t happen though. All of them were knocked out cold from the impact. Geez, these guys wouldn’t last a minute under Moonlight and RD’s trainings… or maybe…
>Hmmm… it wouldn’t be too far off to think that you overdid the spell just a little bit, right? After all… you were kind of terrible at controlling the amount of magic that you used for each spell.
>Your little hypothesis could be backed up by the fact that you made sure of making your shield fairly strong in order to prevent it from breaking… or exploding and causing you to have another magical short-circuit.
>And considering the momentum that the sixth graders should have had at the moment they jumped to attack you and their lack of… well, intelligence then… yeah, these mates will have a horrible headache when they wake up.
>Meh, this is an occasion you probably shouldn’t overthink things. You took care of the idiots and didn’t alert anyone in the process, that’s it. You’re gonna take this as a clear victory.
>When she saw the unconscious foals, the pajamas filly whistled and then turned to you with a small jump ”THAT WASH SUPER IMPRESHIVE! Your power level musht be off the roof Mr. Prinshe!”
>You found that little show of admiration to be adorable… it probably would be for the best if you didn’t tell her that you knocked them out by accident…
>You gave the little fella another pat on the head as you proudly nodded
“I’m still not as good as my mothers… yet, but yeah I have my moments. My name is Anon, by the way. What’s yours?”

>The little filly frantically shook her head ”I’m sorry Mr. Prinshe but I can’t tell you my shecret identity. You can call me THE GOLDEN THUNDAH, the fahstest filly hero in the firsht grade! And… uhm… wait…” The “GOLDEN THUNDAH” looked at the fillies and started counting them “One… two… three… hey…” She turned to you and raised an eyebrow “There are only three bad guysh here!”
“Yes… because there were three sixth graders chasing after you. Now let’s get moving before we get swarmed by more of them.”
>”Three? The GOLDEN THUNDAH wash being chashed by way, way, waaay more bad guysh” The pajamas filly extended her hooves with every “way” until she almost fell on her back, but she quickly regained her balance and started jumping around you “OH! I know! You defeated the othersh villainsh too, right? Wow! I guesh that’sh the power of a prinshe”
>That’s… odd… to say the least. In fact, that comment started to unnerve you. You didn’t see or hear anyone else.
“I…uh… didn’t defeat any other “bad guy” as far as I knew these were the only foals here besides us, but don’t worry, I’m sure that the other sixth graders around must have given up and returned to idiot-land”
>”Eh… the other villainsh weren’t from the shixth grade…” The “Golden thunder” stopped jumping as her happiness vanished and was being replaced with an ever increasing nervousness
>You tilted your head when she said that. Not from the sixth grade? What was she talking about?  Oh please, please, PLEASE! The last thing you wanted was more surprises…
>…Maybe she got confused? Y-yeah… that’s probably it
>You took a step back and sat on the floor.
“Golden Thunder, right? Listen, as far as I know, it’s only the sixth graders who has the school on lockdown, so maybe you got your facts wrong when you were escaping from the three stooges. It’s not too crazy when you think about it…”

>You gently nudged the little filly as you wiggled your eyebrows at her
“Considering that you’re the fastest filly in the first grade, it makes sense that you ran past some details”
>”No, no!” The Golden Thunder frantically shook her head “I’m telling you, Mr. Prinshe. Thoshe villainsh weren’t on the shame grade as the ones you defeated!”
>…Dang, she looked pretty serious about it… and it probably would be a terrible idea to ignore this.
“You sure? Hmmm… okay, my moms have always taught me to listen to others, since yadda-yadda, royal lesson that I have no time to explain. So, why don’t you tell me how these other bad guys looks like?
>”Well… They looked like” The “Golden thunder” gulped as she looked with fear at something that was behind you “T-T-Them!”
>You slowly turned around, fully prepared to face more of the stupidity from the sixth graders… only to be greeted by yet another surprise.
>At the other end of the hallway, a group of ten fourth graders stood. On the front was Double Ocean, a colt that you already knew. That mate and the rest of his classroom hated the sixth graders, why did the Golden Thunder say that they were bad guys?
>On a closer look… why were they looking so dang serious? Almost as if they were ready to attack someone, but why? There was no reason for their attitude, especially when there was no immediate danger.
>Hmmm… maybe this is something that they picked from their parents. After all, the fourth graders were all kids from Royal Guards and if there’s something that Moonlight has taught the guards, is to always be prepared for danger.
>Heh, you were just overthinking the situation again. Of course the fourth graders weren’t going to attack you, they’re your allies for Pete’s sake!

>You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh in relief. Finally, someone who was taking this as serious as you were. You started to walk at them as you spoke with a calm tone
 “If it isn’t Double Ocean and his “brothers in arms”. Wassup guys? I’ve been looking for you all morning, maybe now we can- hey… Golden Thunder? What’s wrong?”
>The little filly stopped you before taking another step. “Mr. P-P-Prinshe… maybe we should run… uhm… my classhroom ish not too far away from here” Not only that, she was trembling and burying her face on your leg.
>By using your magic, you gently separated the scared filly from your leg and lowered your head to talk to her at an eye level.
“What are you talking about? I know this guys and they ain’t villains. I promise you Golden Thunder, everything is gonna be-“
>”SUPER AGENT FOALS!” Double Ocean suddenly yelled as he used his magic to grab a bunch of green-looking marbles from his saddlebag “BATTLE POSITIONS!”
>Wait… it wasn’t just Double Ocean… all of the fourth graders were levitating the same green marbles and adopted an even more aggressive position… what the hay was going on?
“Fine?”
>The fourth graders started to throw those little marbles at you…wait, what?!
>The marbles exploded at the very moment they hit the floor, liberating a green gas that had the most heinous odor you’ve ever had the disgrace to smell.
>Worst part was that the green gas got inside your nostrils and throat. DEAR HEAVENS! THIS THING REALLY STINKS! And it made you a little dizzy too, which was to prevent you from quickly casting a new shield spell or anything that could dispel the gas
>The only thing you could think to do, was to use your body as a shield to protect the little pajamas filly from being hit by the stink marbles.
>Sadly, that wasn’t enough. You could hear the Golden Thunder coughing “Mr. P-P-Prinshe… what… *COFF COFF*  are we gonna do?”
>The only thing you could think of… was that you can’t keep the “Golden Thunder” here. Whatever happens, you must keep the little filly safe!

>When you opened your mouth to speak, you accidentally swallowed some of that frickin’ gas, making you cough a couple times.
>”Mr. Prinshe!” The “Golden Thunder frantically tugged your leg “A-Are you okay?”
>You slowly nodded and tried to regain some of your composure. Which was a incredibly hard thing to do since the marbles kept coming. Dear heavens, how many of those do the fourth graders have?
>You swallowed hard and slowly spoke to her
“I will stay here… and fight off these fellas… you run…”
>”What?!” The Golden Thunder took a step back before frantically shaking her head “I-I can’t do that! I-I’m shupposhed to be a shuperhero! Shuperheroesh don’t run from the bad guysh!”
>You placed your hoof on her shoulder, coughed a couple times and then gave the Golden Thunder a stern look.
“Listen… *COUGH* I’m a prince so that means you’re my subject, therefore… *COUGH* It’s my responsibility to protect you… *COUGH* I’ll be fine alright? Just… Just tell me where your classroom is… and I’ll go there when I deal with the “bad guys””
>The poor girl was starting to hyper-ventilate, but she pulled her act together even when her face showed her clear desperation ”Go down thish hallway and then turn right. It’sh the door with the happy Panda!”
“Happy Panda. Got it… *COUGH* NOW GO!”
>”Take care, Mr. Prinshe…” The Golden Thunder nodded one last time before running away as fast as she could… heh, she’s probably faster than most guards.
>”Sir!” You heard one of the fourth graders calling out for Double Ocean “The filly is running away! Should we go after her?”
>”What, are you kidding me?!” That definitely was Double Ocean “Don’t you remember who this guy is?”
>”I know sir, but… w-we’re already running out of dung bombs”

>”This guy trains with “She who should not be named” every single day! Do you really want to try your luck against somepony like him?”
>”…” For a brief moment, you couldn’t hear anything other than the marbles exploding around you. As you said, it was brief, after a couple seconds, the filly replied back “Keep the attack! Hit the guy with everything we’ve got!”
>These idiots… made the same mistake as the other idiots… they are nothing but… a buncha idiots.
>Thanks to the thick layer of green and stinky fog, you couldn’t see much other than the magical auras that emanated from the fourth graders’ horns… that was enough.
>Your horn began to light up with a dim light… you didn’t want them to see the surprise that awaited them.
>You heard Double Ocean yelling a new order ”SUPER AGENT FOALS! You heard her! Let’s bring this guy to detention!”
>You saw the lights shining with a bigger intensity… they were going to throw everything at you this time.
>Alright, Anon! Brace for impact!
 >”Wooo! That’s it! We’ve got him!” Double Ocean bravely told to his comrades… but as the the green smoke started to dissipate, you could hear the change in the little “traitor” tone
>It went from a victorious joy, to utter shock “Wait…this wasn’t supposed to happen”
“That’s right idiot… *COUGH* You thought it would be that easy?”
>Before the fourth graders could land their final attack, you acted quickly and casted yet another shield spell. This one was very thin compared to the shield you used against the sixth graders, but it was enough to pull off the trick.
>Of course, you also encapsulated some of the stinky green gas with you… good thing that your lungs were on top condition… thank you RD’s cardio exercises!

>”B-B-But… how?!” Double Ocean eyes went wide open as he took a couple steps back.
>You dispelled the shield and gave him a smug smirk
“I’m the… *COUGH* ung…”
>The green gas made you dizzier than what you thought. You stumbled a little, forcing you to use a locker as support to prevent you from falling over.
>After you inhaled and exhaled some “fresh” air, you raised your head and shot a glare at the fourth graders.
“I’m…”
>You had to swallow your saliva… dang this green gas!
“I’m the son of Princess Luna and Princess Celestia. I’m… THE Prince… if you really thought that… that a bunch of little stink bombs would be enough to defeat me, then… then you’re as much of an idiots as the sixth graders…”
>”I…” Double Ocean raised his hoof, he looked as if he was in a heavy inner conflict, but that only lasted for a second, the guy quickly shook his head and shrugged it off “We’re still way more than you! Surrender and come with us to detention! I… Please sir, I don’t want to do this… just come with us… please… you’re not that powerful”
>Dang… you actually wanted to end this peacefully… to not have to show off… but if they really are this hell-bent about sending you to detention, then…
“Then just like with your sixth graders friends… I’ll show you what happens when you mess with royalty”
>You adopted an offensive stance and started focusing a whole lot of your magic into your horn… you could feel the warm feeling taking over your body…
>”W-What?” you could see that Double Ocean and the rest of his friends were scared… scared of you…

>This was something that Moon Dancer once taught you… to overcharge a spell to make it much more powerful than it’s normal version without causing a magical short-circuit. Of course, you could only do such feat with very, very basic spells while she was able to do it with basically anything.
>But a basic spell was enough for this.
>You used a levitation spell on basically everything in the hallway. Posters, trash bins, lamps, even the fourth graders’ saddlebags. You levitated everything… and even added a couple of scary effects.
>The lockers’ doors opened up violently, their contents were emptied and started floating in mid-air along with the rest of the fourth graders.
>Alright… they were now absolutely terrified, to the point where you were sure that some of them would have nightmares about you... your mom Luna will probably ground you for this.
>Speaking of her. What would she do now? Hmmm… maybe something like this?
>You stomped your hoof on the ground and called them with the most powerful voice you could make.
“If you fools don’t want to see the full extent of my wrath, then get out of my sight in this very instant! And if you even dare to tell anyone about this, then I’ll come back for you! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!”
>Double Ocean tried his best to regain some control, but it was impossible, he quickly turned to his classmates and yelled in fear “SUPER AGENT FOALS! RETREAT! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!”
>That was enough… the fourth graders ran past you and locked themselves inside their classroom… which was actually just a couple doors away from your position. Huh, how did they manage to sneak up on you?

>Whatever… frickin’ idiots… they want to be like their parents and yet they do lame stuff like betrayal? Pfft! You should go there and… and…
>Actually… why would they do a thing like that? Were they secretly jerks? Maybe that’s true… but you’re a scientist at heart, so the possibility that the fourth graders had a legitimate reason for allying with the sixth grade is something that you can’t discard like hot garbage
>… Even if those marbles of them actually smelled like hot garbage
>The other thing that you should worry you is where did the three stooges go? Hmmm… if you had to come up with a likely scenario, then… you’d bet that the smell of those dung bombs must have woken them up, then they saw you all angry and ran away when nobody was looking
>But you can’t go to the fourth graders’ classroom… at least not now. You have to find the Golden Thunder’s classroom and tell her you’re fine, and also see how her classmates are handling this. They’re the youngest in the school, so most surely they are the ones who are the most scared.
>Yeah… and last thing you want now is to get swarmed by a bunch of sixth graders and repeat that stupid stunt you just pulled.  Time to look for the door with the happy panda… woohoo…