Two Forces; Harmony and Disharmony constantly wage war over one another. It is uncertain to know who wins and who loses, but most are sure that Harmony is in the lead. With the deity of Chaos tamed by Harmony most believe now that Harmony has won this fight.

And they were right.

But in order for Harmony and order to exist, there must be Disharmony and chaos making it go amuck. What if Chaos and Disharmony came not in the body of a Draconequus, but two different ponies? What if those ponies were heading to Ponyville to meet with each other? What if they were lovers?

What if one wanted to get creative...

And the other one constantly looked at the time?

"I believe it's time wouldn't you agree?"

"To get creative? I see what you mean!"

"Time to go out and about and see the sun!"

"To laugh and play!"

"To have some fun..."

Today in Ponyville was not like the rest. The sky was sunny and clear, then suddenly a platoon of black storm clouds swept over the little settlement. The rain poured down hard, striking those unfortunate enough to be outside. While everypony ran inside for shelter, only two stayed outside, and walked in the rain.

A mare, who had dress had on it sewn oranges with smiling faces, and a colorful under-trim. It was snow-white, and it was only ruined by the reddish brown stains that covered the collar. Her hooves were covered in, what most would think, black fish-net stockings when in fact it was actually ink flowing down her legs, and her mane was an absolute mess, with rainbow like hair frizzed about.

And a stallion, who wore a sweater coat with a yellow bow tie that had small, thin red lines going down it. On his face was red stripe going across, and looking as though they ended in hands, like that on a clock. His cutie-mark was strange as well, being a clock with something red dripping from it. His forehooves had white bands around them, similar to those you would find on a suit. His mane was two toned, with some of it blue and some of it yellow. He had a small goatee, with thick sideburns.

Together, they both had smiles on their faces, but unlike a smile that Pinkie Pie would have, their smiles were anything but friendly.

"What should we do today, Dear?" The mare asked, her smile seeming to grow even more.

"Hmm... Maybe we should teach?" He replied after a short thought.

"I was thinking we could be creative..." The mare said in an almost orgasmic way. Her inky legs slid on the ground closer to the stallion who only chuckled.

"Now, now. We still need more time. After all, we have all the time in the world..." He said with a little wink as he reached behind himself. The mare only giggled before taking a pencil concealed in her inky hoof and stabbed him in the chest. The stallion pulled a sword, in a similar fashion to a rapier, and thrust it through her slender neck. All the while they both smiled at each other before pulling out their respective weapons.

Yet there was no blood.

"I love you, Clock." The mare said

"I love you too, Notepad." Clock said back.

While the two ponies walked across town in the welt-causing rain, six friends sat inside of the library, discussing an important event.

Secrets. Deep, dark secrets.

"C'mon Flutters! You need to have a secret!" Dash said pulling her closer. Fluttershy only squeaked at the movement and attempted to break her friends strong grip.

"Rainbow Dash!" Rarity yelled, "If Fluttershy doesn't want to reveal her secret to us, then she doesn't have to!" She said using her magic to break her grip. Fluttershy immediately flew out of her arms and to the door, apologizing for not participated.

"I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me!" She said as she opened the door only to bump into somepony. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!" She whimpered.

"Now, now..." Clock said. "No time for mucking around..."

"That's right!" Notepad said beside him. "I can see, you're all quiet bored, so I think it's time get creative!"

"Not yet, deary," Clock chided, putting a hoof on her head. "We don't have time to be creative."

Notepad lost her smile instantly and stabbed her pencil through his eye. "I want to be creative!"

As Clock pulled pencil out of his eye, he saw Notepad walk up to the six, now frightened, ponies inside. The red stripe one his face ticked into place at what would be nine past three and his cutie-mark the same. "Oh, I suppose we have time..."

Notepad looked at them with a doll-like smile before putting her hoof on her chin. "Hmmm... what do you think we should do, Clock?" She called back to him. With the pencil finally removed, and his eye still intact somehow, he only did the same movement.

"How about a poem?" He suggested.

"Oh! Oh!" Pinkie jumped in the air, seemingly forgetting what happened, "I got one! Roses are red, violets are blue, this poem doesn't rhyme, salsa! Hehehehehahahaha!"

Clock and Notepad both looked at each other before giving off an unnerving smile.

"Roses are red..."

"Violets are blue..."

"I can't tell, but..."

In their hooves they held together a still beating heart...

"Doesn't this belong to you?"

Pinkie suddenly felt... cold, as she stared at the heart. Looking down at her chest, she saw a the gaping hole where her heart would be. She didn't feeling any pain, she didn't shed a tear, she only looked at the hole as blood, her blood, seeped out of her chest. She looked back up at them and shook her head.

They only nodded back and, as one entity, crushed her heart in their hooves. The five others stared in fear and shock. Pinkie suddenly blinked, and snorted out air through her nose, she blinked faster as if she was trying to clear her vision. She sat down shaking her head.

"I'm going to bed guys... see... s-see you in th-the mornin'..." She said woozily, as she collapsed on the floor. But her eyes didn't close, and she lost the color in her skin, making her coat more white than pink.

"I guess her time was up..." Clock said, wiping his hooves on the carpet.

"She just wasn't creative enough..." Notepad chided, as the blood seeped into her inky hooves.

As they turned to leave, Notepad started to sing just a little tune.

"Now let's all agree, to never be, creative again..." And as soon as her tail vanished from the doorway and the door itself closed, the six friends woke up on the floor still in the circle that they were in. The only difference?

A pair of inky hoof prints along the floor boards...

Author's Note

Oh god why