Unforeseen Consequences - The Great Crayola

>”Well…” Scribble rubbed the back of his head “We don’t know much… or at least I sure dunno why those dudes came here in the first place. ‘Cuz one moment, our sweet teacher left for some not-so-colorful business and the other, well… those guys over there…“
>He pointed at the two immobilized sixth graders “Bursted into our classroom, just like “BAM!” And said that they would destroy the great Crayola if we didn’t vote for…uh… what’s his name again?”
“Ruffle Truffle. The sixth grader’s candidate for the school election. Hmmm… so my initial suspicion was right. Meh, those guys really are as predictable as they are stupid”
>”Maybe?” Scribble Scrabble shrugged “I still dunno who that guy is… I don’t think that I even knew that there was an election coming up. What I know is that the great Crayola’s all powerful colors guided you here to save us”
>Not really, no. If you think about everything that happened, the timid yell that you heard from the safety of your hideout was definitely Scribble Scrabble trying to protect that little idol of his. In a way, it was him who brought you here.
>That said… you felt that it would be for the beat if didn’t break the little guy’s illusion.
“As I said before, whatever you say, mate… Now, as for my other question. Think you can help me with that?”
>”You mean, if I know where the fourth graders classroom is?” For brief moment, Scribble Scrabble looked at you with confusion in his eyes, but ultimately, he shrugged it off and nodded proudly “Yeah, of course I know where they are! The school might not have too much color these days, but I still know my way through it. Those guys are at the end of the hallway.”
>Oh! Thank the heavens that you took the right route! You weren’t sure what would have happened if you had to go back to the bathrooms and you certainly didn’t want to know either.

>>30695053 (You)
“Thanks Scribble! I’ll be on my way, but if you guys hear anything suspicious...mmm… it’s too risky for you guys to go out now… hmm… tell you what, if that happens, then tell me during recess, alright? I’m sure that the sixth graders won’t be a threat during that time.”
>You started to charge your horn again, and once that was done, you were ready to teleport out of the third graders classroom.
>But Scribble stopped you before that could happen. “Wait!” He quickly yelled as he stood in front of you “Y-You can’t leave now!”
>You raised an eyebrow and despite being slightly annoyed, you replied with the most polite tone you could muster
“I’m sorry Scribble, but I have to go. Time is running short and the fourth graders supposedly know infiltration tactics and I’m gonna be honest with you, mate. I don’t know anything about that sort of stuff, so… yeah, I gotta go”
>”C’mon Anon, can’t you stay a little longer?” Scribble let out a sad whimper as his ears and head dropped “We wanted to introduce our colorful savior to the mighty Crayola, and…y’know, making you an honorary member of “the color crayon happy foals” that’s the name of our secret club, by the way”
>Awww, dang! Scribble Scrabble was giving you a pleading look, the kind that you would be a monster if you refused. To make things worse, when you raised your head and looked at the rest of his class, all of them were looking at you with sad, puppy eyes.
>You placed your hoof on your forehead and combed your mane. Then you rolled your eyes and let out a sigh in frustration
“Alright, alright. I’ll stay a little longer, but just a little, okay? I’m seriously going against time with this.”
>The whole classroom erupted in cheers and “Hoorays!” and in any other situation, you’d find that to be something cute and even a thing to be proud of, but considering what was happening right now… well, you have to cut that out before you get a swarm of imbeciles coming your way.

>You shook your head, rolled your eyes and then placed your hoof on your lips and promptly shushed them.
“SSShhh-sshhh-shhh! Hey, hey, hey! Keep it down, will ya? Remember that these idiots think that you guys are in great despair or… something like that! So if you don’t want more sixth graders coming in here, you gotta keep up the act!”
>Immediately after hearing that, all of the third graders effectively shut up, that was partially good, the problem is, now you managed to hurt the feelings of an entire classroom.
>All of the third graders had their head and ears down. Some were on the verge of tears.
>”S-Sorry Mr. Prince”
>”Yeah it’s just that I got happy because…”
>”Hush! You’re gonna make him even more mad and we don’t want that!”
>”You shut up too! H-He is right… I don’t want more of those guys trying to break our Crayola”
>”O-Or our drawings… I just want to go back and draw some colorful stuff like we always do”
>Oh come on! Why they were acting like this now out of all times? Did you say something wrong? Were YOU wrong? No… definitely not, it’s the foals who’re in the wrong.
>…And you were getting more and more impatient.
>You slapped your face and let out a groan
“C’mon, I’m not mad. I’m not scolding you. I’m only pointing out a fact and that fact is that if those sixth graders hear cheering, they will come here and then we will have trouble. So please, take this a little more seriously next time, alright? Because that’s what we need right now, seriousness, because this is… ah… well, a serious situation.”
>”Uh… Anon?” The little colt from before timidly approached you. Pencil Sketch, right? Yeah, that was his name… you hoped.
>You raised an eyebrow and asked with a bit of annoyance.
“Yes, Pencil, what’s up?”

>“Uhm… I just thought of something.” Pencil Sketch said as nervousness started to appear on his face “What are we gonna do with…y’know?” Scribble motioned with his head over to the frozen sixth graders “Are they gonna stay like that forever and ever?”
>… Ain’t you the stupidest stupid who has ever stupid? How could you forget that?!
“Oh… right”
>Dang your horrible attention span! You actually got sidetracked again! Geez, it would have been pretty bad if you went on your merry way and left these idiots unchecked.
>You let out a sigh and rubbed the back of your head as you gave the third graders an apologetic smile.
“No, they won’t. My spell can’t last forever. That said, we can’t let them free right now, so…hmmm… do you have anything to tie them up?”
>”That we do!” Pencil Sketch gave you a little salute before quickly running at some drawers and shuffling through them. Then, he grabbed a bunch of handkerchiefs with his mouth, which of course,
> Pencil Sketch took the handkerchiefs with his hooves, raised them above his head and proudly yelled ”Ta-Ta-Da-Daaaa!”
>…Gosh darn it
>When the colt realized the reason as to why you were shooting him an angry glare, he looked down in shame for a moment “O-O-Oh that’s right… we gotta stay silent and serious… sorry”
>You rolled your eyes and shook your head.
“Don’t sweat it, just keep the volume down, alright?”
>”Y-Yeah…sorry” Pencil Sketch timidly nodded “A-Anyway, I thought that we could use these to tie them down… I-I think that we can even use them so they can’t yell for help”

>Using your magic, you levitated the handkerchiefs towards you and gave them a good look. Just like everything else in this classroom, these handkerchiefs were super colorful, and with different patterns engraved onto them, which for the most part, were the third graders’ cutie marks
“Did you guys make these?”
>”That’s right!” Scribble Scrabble intervened “We made them extra colorful, just like the great Crayola. Do you like them?”
>You have to give them something, these things were super well done, to the point where you were sure that this quality was way better than some stuff you’ve seen at the castle. There was no doubt that these folks were prodigies with their craft.
“Actually, yes. I gotta be honest… I’m starting to feel bad about using such cool handkerchiefs on such lame idiots… I don’t suppose you have anything else that could do trick, do you?”
>Scribble and the rest of his classroom shook his head.
“Oh, well…”
>You handed the handkerchiefs to Pencil
“Make sure they can’t move and also tie their muzzles. We don’t want them to call any backup.”
>”Easy-peasy! My brother is the leader of his foal scout troop and he taught me how to make some sick knots! C’mon guys! I just need some help with keeping them steady!” Immediately after that, Pencil accompanied by a couple of his classmates tied the sixth graders like you told them.
>After you were sure that there was no danger, you dispelled the spell that you casted on the sixth graders. Of course, the moment they realized that they could move again, they struggled to break free.
>The two idiots tried their best but never came close to untie themselves. That really made you respect these guys a bit more

“Man, Pencil wasn’t lying. Those knots are totally sick!”
>”Well, yes.” Scribble proudly nodded “His special talent is tying ropes, so that’s why we made him our official rope-guy, ‘cuz he ties stuff like nopony business”
“Well… I ain’t gonna argue with that, it DOES make sense.”
>You gave a last glance to the sixth graders… nah, they weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“Alright, with that problem out of the way…”
>You turned to Scribble Scrabble and let out a sigh
“Why don’t you introduce me to “The all colorful Crayola”? And I don’t want to be rude to you and your colorful vibe, but please, make it quick, as I said before, I’m kind of in a hurry”
>”Sure!” Scribble frantically nodded as he tugged your leg “Follow me this way, my colorful prince!”
>As you walked along with Scribble Scrabble, you rolled your eyes and let out a small groan
“I already told you, mate. Call me Anon like all my friends do, the whole prince-title-thing is for more… eh… official stuff or for awesome introductions. Seriously, no one calls me like that unless the situation is serious”
>”Well…” Scribble walked past you and stood at the other side of the teacher’s desk “This IS a pretty serious thing and you just said that we need to be serious, right? AND the great Crayola demands respect. Now my colorful prince!”
>Scribble started shuffling the teacher’s desk “Behold!” Then he pulled a little crayon and using his magic, he raised it above his head “Our Great, Powerful, Mighty and Colorful Crayola! MWAHAHAHAHA!”

>So this was the great Crayola, huh? A small crayon that instead of being of a single color like every other crayon out there, had all the colors of the rainbow… that is… completely frickin’ awesome!
“Mate that is the coolest thing I’ve seen this whole week! Seriously, getting one of those must require some SERIOUS luck”
>”I know!” Scribble frantically nodded as he looked at the crayon with an almost deranged expression “I found the great Crayola in a crayon’s box that I won on the same sketching contest where I got my cutie mark! It was like destiny! MWAHAHAHAHA-Ouch! What the hay…? Pencils!”
>Out of nowhere, Pencil Sketch came and slapped Scribble… and boy, it looked like it hurt a lot ”Dude, you said that you were gonna stop with the creepy laugh!”
>”True…True… I-I’m sorry, I lost my colors for a moment…” Scribble rubbed his cheek “But did ya have to slap me this hard?”
>Pencil Sketch and the rest of the third graders nodded.
>With a chuckle, you approached Scribble and placed your hoof on his shoulder
“I bet Pencil here had his reasons, that laughter was pretty creepy…”
>”Really?” Scribble looked down in embarrassment
>You, Pencil and all of the foals in the classroom including the sixth graders nodded
>”Oh…sorry” Scribble Scrabble said with an awkward smile
“Don’t worry… My marefriend kind of does the same to me when we work at the lab… but getting back on topic that great Crayola of yours is really awesome, that I must admit. But as I already told you like a bazillion times, I’m in a hurry so I have to go now.”

>”Ah… okay…” Scribble sighed as he moved his hoof on circular motions “I understand…”
“Thank you, mate. Now, if you excuse me…”
>You started to charge your horn with magic. Alright, the first thing you have to do is to teleport into the same locker that you were before, and from there, teleport from locker to locker until you find the fourth graders. This should be easy, right?
>”Anon?” Scribble raised his hoof and placed it on your back, effectively stopping you from teleporting… again “Err… I have a question”
>You took a deep breath and tried your best to hide your impatience
“Yes, Scribble? Is there anything else I can do for you?”
>”Uhhm…” Scribble looked down as he kicked the dirt with his front hoof “Now that you know the Great Crayola, I was thinking if… y’know… would like to do draw some sketches with us? I mean, after this whole thing is over, of course”
>Oh… dang, now you felt like an idiot… these guys actually just wanted to spend a bit more with you. The guys who almost broke their precious Crayola must have surely scared the third graders.
>Heck, considering that you kept talking about the current situation with the sixth graders, these foals were probably terrified that more would come and finish the job… and probably do something worse to them.
>Of course, maybe they just liked you, maybe they just wanted to spend more time with an upper classmate who saved their butts. Whatever the case may be, that saddened look on Scribble Scrabble’s face kind of made you realize lots of things.

“Mate, my skills with anything related to art are… well… to be fair, they are absolutely terrible, not even my magic can fix that, really my forte are the sciences”
>Scribble Scrabble and the rest of the sixth graders looked down, all of their faces were displaying disappointment… oh, come on.
>You let out a sigh and placed your hoof on Scribble’s shoulder
“But… eh…on the other side, why not? I mean, you guys are pretty good with this, so maybe you could teach me how to get better in touch with my artistic side.”
>”Really? You will seriously hang with us?” Scribble asked with a hopeful glimmer in his eyes
>You slowly nodded as you started to charge your horn once more
“Yup, once the sixth graders are dealt with, I want you to teach me how to draw some “colorful” sketches.”
>”The most colorful sketches and artsy stuff in the world!” Scribble Scrabble jumped in his place “So it’s a promise, right? You’ll hang with us and be the mega honorary member of “the color crayon happy foals” right?!”
“Of course! And remember, this is a royalty-tier promise, the kind that it’s worth more than all the bits in Equestria, so don’t think for a second that I will ditch you or something douchy like that.”
>The third graders cheered… for a second, this time they remembered that you asked them to keep quiet, so instead they opted for silently clap their hooves together.
>You shook your head and let out a little chuckle before giving them a bow
“It was fun to hang with you guys, but as I said many times before, I’m in a hurry. See ya later and take care”
>”O-Ok!” Scribble Scrabble slowly nodded, but before he could say anything else, you teleported away from the classroom and into a random locker. Luckily, nothing gross fell on your precious mane this time.

>Considering how fond those foals seemed to be of you. You felt kind of bad for leaving the third graders classroom, but this whole mess needed to be resolved as quickly as possible, and for that to happen, you needed to go to the fourth graders classroom as quickly as-
>From one end of the hallway, you heard several hoofsteps coming at your direction, along with the voices of some sixth graders.
>”What are you doing?! Get that idiot!”
>”Sorry bro! But that guy was too slippery, bro!”
>”And fast, bro! Don’t forget that he’s fast!”
>Okay… you heard three sixth graders, nothing that you can’t handle in case you have to face them. The question is: who are they chasing?
>”HAHAHAHA! YOU WILL NEVESH CATCH THE GOLDEN THUNDAH! HAHAHAHAHAH!” a very young looking foal dressed in yellowish pajamas ran by your locker. Shortly after that, you saw the sixth graders who were following her closely behind.
>Hmmm… well, whoever this young filly was, it seemed like she was handling those jerks just fine, or rather, they weren’t able to catch her if those yells were anything to go by. Maybe you can ignore this and…
>”OH NO! THE GOLDEN THUNDAH HASH BEEN COSHNESHED! ISH THIS THE END OF OUR BRAVE FILLY HERO!” Yeah… no, you have to help her.
>Well… time to kiss your stealthy approach goodbye… Frickin’ sixth graders.
>You teleported outside of your hideout and saw the pajama filly cornered against the wall with the three sixth graders menacingly surrounding her.
>Despite the filly’s words of bravery, it was clear that she was scared. Yeah… you can’t let this one pass.
>You took a deep breath and then yelled at the three stooges.

“Hey, idiots! Why don’t you try your luck against someone’s your size?”
>The three sixth graders turned to you, and narrowed their eyes. The pajama filly took this little opportunity to run past them and get herself behind you.
>”HAHAHA! I TOLD YOU THAT THE GOLDAN THUNDAH CAN’T BE CAUGHT! NOW YOU WILL FASHE MY NEW FRIEND! THE…UH… COOL COLT HERO!”
Hero… colt? That’s just weak.
>After cringing at the title that the little filly gave you. You shoot a glare at the sixth graders and adopted an attack position
“Hey, idiots. I have a deal for you, if go away and forget that you ever saw us then I’ll let this one pass”
>”And what if we don’t?” one of the foals asked with a cocky smile
>You returned the cocky attitude with your own brand of smug smirk… yours was better though.
“Then you’re gonna learn what happens when you mess with royalty”