Winters blessing

"Wow, you drew that?" Sweetie Belle asked, astonished by my work.

"Yeah. It took a few weeks, but I got a lot of money for it," I told them.

"Really? That's cool, but can you draw anything else?" Scootaloo asked.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Oh, I know! How about a landscape? You know, like trees and the leaves colored orange," Applebloom said.

"Sure, but I may need a little music to help me concentrate." I got up from the floor and walked over to my stereo. I chose the song Nine In The Afternoon by Panic At The Disco.

I walked over to them, set down a piece of paper, and began to draw. Every once in a while, I'd see them close their eyes and just relax, listening to the song. It's a three minute song, but I put it on repeat. From what I've seen, Sweetie Belle loved the song the most; it probably reminded her of her childhood.

I erased any excess lines and grabbed two colored pencils. I chose orange and yellow to match the season. As I colored, the colors intertwined, making a different color appear.

I brushed off any shavings, and began to write the insignia I always drew.

I turned the volume on the stereo down, and sat down.

They studied the detail of every line and color. Scootaloo looked at it funny, as she closed her eyes and then opened them again.

"Hey girls, do you see something weird on that picture?" She asked.

"Hmm... No Scoots, what's up?" Applebloom asked.

"What's on your mind?" Sweetie asked.

"It's just that thing in the corner... It looks familiar." Scootaloo looked again then opened her eyes widely.

"That's Rainbiw Dash's cutie mark!" Scootaloo exclaimed with excitement. "You know Rainbow?" Scoots asked.

"Who's Rainbow Dash?" I asked.

Scootaloo gasped with a look of disbelief.

"You don't know who Rainbow is!? She's only the awesomest pony out there! She taught me how to fly," she said with even more excitement.

"Yeah, back then, Scoots use to be a chicken," Applebloom said. Both Applebloom and Sweetie Belle giggled. God that was adorable. Scootaloo had a visible blush and looked away.

I looked outside to see that it was raining again. There was a crash of thunder, and I felt something hug me. I looked down to see Sweetie Belle shaking visibly.

"Uh girls, is this normal?" I asked.

They shrugged and took Sweetie Belle from my chest.

"It's alright Sweetie, it's just some thunder," They said comforting her.

I did have a fear of thunder when I was younger, so it was understandable many people don't get over their fears. I got up from the floor and walked over to my drawing station.

I punched in the number to my boss's fax machine, and sent him the sketches.

I saw the girls finish comforting Sweetie Belle and walk over to me.

"Hey, what's that?" Scootaloo asked pointing towards my computer.

"That's my computer," I said walking towards my kitchen.

"Can we use it?" Applebloom asked.

"I don't think so... It's a little risky letting use it."

"Aww... Why not?" Applebloom asked.

"Well, let's just say that your minds can get a little messed up," I told them. It was the truth, because if they ever got to use the Internet, their minds might get corrupted.

"Anyway Sweetie Belle, why were you afraid of thunder?" I asked.

"Well, it's a little embarrassing..." scratching the back of her head.

"Not as embarrassing as listening to creepypasta and keeping the lights on at night," I muttered.

"A creepy what?" They asked.

"Well, they're scary stories told to scare people into thinking they're real. If you girls are up to it, I'll tell you one," I said, grabbing some sodas out if the fridge.

"I dunno if that's a great idea..." Applebloom said unsure if her friends might call out on it and grabbing the soda.

"I won't tell you the stories unless you up to it," I said, taking a sip of it.

"Maybe next time," Sweetie insisted.

"Alright, wait here." I went upstairs, entered my room, and grabbed some playing cards. I went downstairs and put them on the table.

"Are we playing go fish?" Applebloom asked.

"Nope, we're playing Blackjack," I told them taking out the cards and shuffling.

"Blackjack?" The questioned.

"Here, let me show you. Okay, you each get two cards. If you get an ace and a ten, it counts as an automatic win. If two people have a twenty one, they each get a card. Whoever has the lowest numbered card wins that hand. The object of the game is to reach 21 points, or to reach a score higher than the dealer without exceeding 21," I explained. They seem to have the game down, as Scoots won three hands, Sweetie won four hands, and Applebloom won five hands.

From my understanding, they enjoyed the game. I looked at the time to see that it was around 5:00 P.M.

"So, what do you girls wanna do?" They whispered to each other and nodded.

"Can you tell us one of those stories? The creepypastas?" Scootaloo asked.

"Are you sure? Because I'm going to add some music to set in the tone," I asked. They nodded again with a little bit of hesitation.

"Alright, I warned you. So which story? I got three: Abandoned by Disney, squidward's suicide, or suicide mouse." They don't know what they're in for.

A few minutes later...

"The man turned to see the mascot of Mickey Mouse get up and said "no..." He grabbed the camera, smashed it towards the floor, and asked "Do you wanna see my head come off?" The man saw the mascot remove its head, and thick chunky yellow blood poured from its head. Leaving the man speechless. The words etched on the walls said "abandoned by god"," I said in a eerie tone. From the looks of it, they were visibly scared. They were shaking, and from the looks of it, the thunder didn't help either.

"Girls, are you okay?" I asked a little concerned.

"Is that story real?" Sweetie Belle asked trembling.

"No, those stories aren't real. They're just made to scare people, or ponies in your case."

"Oh thank goodness," she said.

"Uh Micheal, is it okay if we sleep in the living room with ya?" Applebloom asked.

"You girls aren't afraid are you?" I asked.

"Of course not! We're just... uh... worried about you. That's all," Scootaloo said, looking side to side.

"Sure, if you want to." They ran upstairs and gathered up their covers and pillows and laid down.

I chuckled at that. I haven't read abandoned by Disney in a long time. I really didn't think they'd get that scared.

"Good night girls."

"Goodnight micheal." I then laid on one of my couches and feel asleep.