Can Princess Molly Be Stopped?

Molly awakes from a very restful night's sleep. Yawning, she gets out of bed and walks to the window to admire the slowly setting Moon knowing that she will have to raise the Sun shortly. She makes her way down to the kitchen and notices on the way the lack of guards and servants that are usually running around at this time of day. She thinks nothing of it and continues to the kitchen.

When she arrives she is shocked to see no pony there.

"What is going on here? Where is Cooky?" she says out loud, but no response was given.

She walks over to the coffee maker and looks at it with a puzzled look.

"Okay Molly, you can do this, it can't be that hard" she says to herself looking at the coffee maker with intensity. "Looks like I poor the water in here...put the coffee in here...and press this button...", she pauses and waits.

The coffee begins to come out into the pot and she let out a squee then giggled.

Happy that she now has her coffee she heads up to the tower to raise the Sun. Again she notices no guards or servants. This time she stops and looks around and listens but hears nothing.

"Hello? Is anyone awake yet?" she calls out. "Ugh, slackers" she grunts as she walks up the stairs to the tower.

When she reaches the top she notices that the clouds have gotten dark then she remembers that the Pegasi have scheduled storms all day long.

"Well no sun shine today" she sighs.

She raises the Sun then heads back downstairs to the throne room thinking that somepony should be up by now.

When she gets to the throne room it is dimly lit due to the storm clouds blocking the Sun. She sits down on her throne and begins to pass the time the way she usually does. Roughly thirty minutes go by before boredom over takes her.

'WHERE IN THE NAME OF TARTARUS IS EVERYPONY?" she yells out in her most commanding royal canterlot voice.

She sits and waits but no pony shows up. Furious, she heads off to find some pony.

She is making her way down one of the many corridors when she hears a faint clopping of hooves in the distance.

"Ah ha! I hear you!" she calls out as she rushes in the direction of the hoof steps.

She is shocked to find no pony there nor any sign that there even was some pony there.

"Okay, seriously, are you all that immature to play this kind of joke?" she says in an irritated tone. "Fine! The first pony I find is going to get what's coming to them" she proclaims.

She makes her way down the corridors checking all rooms she comes across and finds no pony. Irritated now she stomps down the hallway, then she hears the clopping of hooves again. This time saying nothing she takes off in the direction they are coming from and finds nothing there.

"Seriously, you ponies need to stop this. I command you as your princess to stop this and come out of hiding right now" she yells out in a loud authoritative voice.

Again, her words are met with silence.

She stomps back to the throne room and sits down, "I can wait much longer than all of you, I am eternal, you are not" she yells out.

As she sits there she begins to hear whispering down the hallway to the throne room. She flies over to the door to hear it better, but it is unintelligible. She proceeds down the hallway with the whisper getting louder and clearer as she makes her way to the palace rotunda.

When she arrives at the Rotunda she can see the main doors to the palace open just a little bit, enough to let wind from the storm outside to blow in and sound like whispering.

"Really?" she exclaimed as she went to the door and looked outside. The wind was getting stronger and it seemed no pony was outside in Canterlot due to the incoming storm. She shut the door and headed back up to her room.

She got to her room and laid down in bed. "I'll just take a nap, these ponies will just have to wait to suffer my wrath when I wake up" she said with a long tired yawn.

Some time goes by before a loud crash outside her room in the hallway wakes her up.

"What the Tartarus?" she said, startled.

She heads to her door and can hear the clopping of hooves in the hallway getting closer and closer. She waits for the hoof steps to be right outside her door and whips the door open.