Fictional Crisis

Hello everybody, this is Clonetrooperkev. Many of you are asking, where the hell is the new chapter of Fictional Crisis and Pony Scrolls? Well I've been busy with college so I've only managed to do reviews thus far. So here's a little treat for you guys. Casino Royale, meet Donut Joe.

Snow fell on the streets of Canterlot. A unicorn by the name of Sweet Delight was just returning to her office in her bakery to read up on some new recipes that she had just acquired from the “International Dessert Bureau”, or IDB. The IDB dealt with all the would be bakers in Equestria, and created a delicious balance in the world. Some ponies however would take these gifts and use them to their own ends. It was one thing no creature could ever escape, greed. Sweet Delight, for instance, was selling her recipes to corporate bakers that would manufacture these treats and suck out all the love and leave only broken shadows of their former goodness.

As Sweet Delight took a seat in her dark office, a light came on from the other end of the room. There sat an Earth Pony named Joe. Sweet Delight sighed at this unimpressive sight.

“I suppose that, by you being here, the IDB is on to me?” Delight asked. Joe sat there with an apple scotch in hoof.

“The IDB doesn't mind if you make bits on the side, but selling it's recipes takes it a step too far.” Delight scoffed.

“Please, I've seen your file Joe, I know you have no kills.” She poured herself a glass of Apple Cider. “If they were serious, they would have sent a Donut.” A Donut was a full fledged agent in the IDB with the license to kill. In order to attain Donut status, one has to kill two targets laid out by the IDB. She took a sip. “So I'm guessing you're here to threaten me to stop?”

“No, and your record is out of date. I do have a kill on my record.” He leaned back to properly get a look at Sweet Delight, who had a scowl on her face.

“That means... it was you who killed my associate Cold Frosting?” Joe simply sat there, staring at Sweet. “I see. And how did he die?”

“Not well.” His thoughts drifted back to that kill. They were in a bakery, smashing the whole place up with their fighting. Both were very skilled but Joe was better. Frosting charged at him, only to get his head smashed into a display case. He retaliated by taking a piece of glass and cutting Joe's face, but only slightly. Joe broke Frosting's forearm, smashed his teeth in, and then to finish him, suffocated him in some icing.

“I hope he didn't make it easy for you.” Sweet Delight said. She pulled a gun from her desk. “You'll find that I am much more difficult to kill. She pointed the gun directly at him, anger in her eyes, and Joe was just sitting there, staring. Click. Click Click. The gun was empty.

“I knew where you kept your gun Sweet.” Sweet was visibly shaken by this revelation. Her face turned to anger.

“They say the second kill is-” but before she could finish, Joe fired his gun and killed Sweet with a loud bang. Joe took a sip from his scotch and said,

“Considerably.” Joe got up and left the building, affirming his status as Donut Joe.