I.....Got WHAT?!

Isabelle the Alicorn threw the sheets of her limp body and slowly staggered out of bed.

She stumbled into the bathroom and used her cream coloured magic to lift up her toothbrush.

She hated brushing her teeth, the only upside was that her toothpaste was like bubblegum.

She used her magic to bring her hairbrush. She moved it through her light brown hair and waited until it was free of knots.

“Ugh... Why do I do this?” She asked herself.

“I’ve got my own house now. No parents to tell me what to do.” She smiled slightly.

Her eyes went to close again but she slapped herself. ‘I shouldn’t have eaten all that cake... makes me drowsy.” She touched her stomach.

‘Wait a second...’ She thought to herself.

She touched it again. It was bigger.

‘Probably from the party last night.’ She thought.

She walked back into her room and looked for her plushies. Yes, she did have them. You’re never too old to like something.

Wait, where are they? She was sure they were there last night.

She started to panic. “Oh no... How did I lose them?”

Then she remembered she had let her friends into her room the other night.

‘Why would they take them?’ It didn’t matter. She had to get them.

Isabelle rushed to her friend’s house.

“Have you got them?” She yelled while violently tapping the door.

Her friend, Metal, opened the door with an annoyed expression.

“Ug... Issi what the hell did I take this time?”

Issi slapped him and rushed inside his house.

She began throwing paper everywhere in his room.

“Issi! What in Celestia’s name are you doing?!”

“Did you take it?” She yelled at him, still rushing through the paper.

“No! Why would I-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

Issi was going through his personal drawings collection. Most of them were of Silver.

She thought that guy was pretty cute.

In fact, she kinda had a crush on him.

“Issi!” Metal started slapping her. “I don’t have it!”

Isabelle stopped. She turned to him. “Who has them then?”

“Maybe you can check Twilight’s.” He replied.

“Apparently at one point Spike started stealing stuff for himself.”

“Thanks! Gotta go!” Isabelle opened her wings and flew out an open window, causing the papers to go everywhere.

“See ya!” Metal yelled back.

He started picking up the papers. “That’s the fifth time this month...” He mumbled.