Blood Red Love: Pastel and Spazzy

"Pinkie. Why did you make me wait 2 hours doing nothing to hear the story." deadpanned spaz, with quite the calamity in his voice. Spazzy as I've mentioned before, doesn't see pinkie's shenanigans like they are, and became friends with pinkie, he spent so much time with the pink pony, every once awhiel you could see his mane turning slightly pinkie-like. He has a golden mane, with a light, but not too light coat, along with a pair of two blue eyes (see my avatar picture for him.)

"Why? The last chapter ended. You can't just do something in between chapters, then the readers would be like, Oh darn that writer I want to here more." Exclaimed Pinkie, her hair just bouncing as she made hoof motions to back up her case.

"What is she talking about..." Asked Comet Fury.

"Pinkie We've been here so long Comet Fury showed up! And he never ever ever, leaves the town square."

"Hi there Comet" Greeted Pinkie

"Sup? Spaz, may I ask HOW IN THE HAY CAN YOU BE FRIENDS WITH PINKIE AND NOT GET ANNOYED TO YOUR GRAVE?" Shouted Comet, with a unorthodox look on his face, trying to comprehend what the hay pinkie means. He was always just a teensy weensy bit serious, but not as serious as he would get in the future.

"That was kind of rude!" Exclaimed Spaz.

"Oops, yea It kind of was, sorry pinks" Apologized pinkie.

"Okie dokie lokie then!" Replied the ball of fluff, and pinkie-random-ness. "So who's ready for the story of the near death of Spaz?" IT was two whole minutes before somepony finally said something. "Oh wait a second! Your Comet Fury? YOUR GONNA BE SO GOOD IN THIS STORY! OOPS CELESTIADAMNIT! I JUST BROKE THE FOURTH WALL BEYOND FIXING! COMET, SPAZZY FORGET WHAT I SAID!"

"Ok, i guess..." said Comet and Spaz Simultaneously.

"Ok let's begin then shall we?" Just then as if on cue the sun dropped, and the moon rose, so pinkie brought out a flash light, and shined it on her face.

"Luna, Celestia, why must you be drunk today?!?" Yelled Comet.

"IT WAS A NOT SO DARK AND STORMY NIGHT, in fact it was actually a sunshiny day, the day after I got my cutie mark. I was just packing up to go live in ponyville hen I realised I had left my pet rock outside, so I went to go get him, and I saw the most gruesome thing a filly could hope not to witness.A small colt, laying there, with Rocky, and worst of all Rocky had jabbed him straight in the head, while Rocky's friend, Mr. Hardstone, had tripped the poor colt into Rocky. I panicked, I didn't know what to do, so I gave Rocky and Mr. Hardstone I lecture about murdering innocent ponies, just then I heard a cough, he was still alive. I CAN SAVE HIM! I shouted, then rushed took a boulder, err, no it wasn't just a boulder, it was a rock, the pioneers used to ride those things for miles ya know.So anyway I took the rock, and drove it the hospital, blood gushing out of his head faster, then I could say peterponypickedaplockofpickledpeppers five times fast. i Got him inside and using my very, very, very, very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very best drama voice, I sniveled Nurse! Nurse! This poor colt is dying he needs medical help. Who is he she asked? I have absolutely. Positively. Not a single idea who it is. But he's cute I said, letting the moment slip the words he's cute out, which I really didn't think of him that way after he was all fixed up. After hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours he was finally conscious. Then after days and days and days and days, he was let out. So i'm Pinkie Pie! I greeted him with, what's your name? My, name? What is my name, and where did I come from, who am I? I dunno I replied not knowing how to respond. I don't know who I am or where I came from, but you helped me didn't you? he said. Yes I did? But how do you not know anything about yourself, I can tell your about my age, do you should know at least as much as I do, but not the same things. NUUURSE! This pony can't remember anything! I yelled. Huh, she didn't hear me, well i'll call you... I said as I looked around the rooms and saw a pony having a spasm, and a billboard for straws. Spazzy Straws! Spaz for short. Oh, Spazzy Straws? Ok. Who are you again? You asked." Then about 2 hours of pinkie making all these random remarks of them two growing up together, being the best of friends, and celebrating birthdays together, for they didn't know when his birthday was, and did I mention being the best of friends, she ended the story with " And you were like How about oatmeal? and I was like Oatmeal? Are you crazy!"

" Oh." Sniveled the two stallions, at the story.

"But you do realize that the last hour of your story was stuff I DO remeber?" asked Spaz.