One Complex Gamer

I never expected the outcome quite like this. I was hoping for them to get their cutie marks, but.....

What about me? This was what I thought about on the way home. We all got a trophy, "best tech award". The others got their awards, basically for their talents. singing, engineering, and I confirmed it was stunts for Scootaloo. But by the time I had somewhat thought through what just happened, I bumped my head on the front door. "Mooooom, I'm home!" I shouted, like I always do when I get home from something. "Alright. How did it go, Button?" my mom called from the living room. ".........Everyone got their cutie marks but me....." I murmured, very sad. My mom looked up, surprised. "Button, I-" Maybe I should have listened to her, but I didn't. I just stared in bed, recalling everything that had just happened. Then, the thought of Sweetie belle's voice rushed to my head. I relaxed, and almost fell asleep to the imaginary, yet soothing sound of her voice. Then the next spark flew. This time, he felt the warm rush up his spine. He grew curious. He thought again. It happened again. He repeated it, and knew Sweetie belle was the source of this feeling. NO. The thought of the very idea almost scared him, yet it seemed so real. repeated process showed it was true. The defining thought: he remembers having a big crush on one of the fillies in canterlot, and he remembered, that same feel... only it was fainter. He figured it out. It seemed impossible, but he couldn't deny it. He............... He liked, like LIKE-LIKED Sweetie Belle! This was a horror: he was support to be friends with Sweetie, not in a coltfriend/fillyfriend way! ...This thought crept into his mind. But before he had time to think about the powder that was sprinkled on him, he instantly fell asleep.....

--Dream session #1:1st person view (Button)--

I awoke into a dream, and he was at Carousel Boutique.... Also this was Sweetie's house. I felt weird, as the only time I had ever been in here was helping the costumes get set up for that talent show. If you have ever played a game like Slender, than you know not to look behind you in creepy situations, however, that is what I did. I couldn't tell if I was shocked to see Princess Luna behind me. "Child, I come to you seeing that there is some sort of problem?" Luna asked. "Well, I may or may not have a crush on one of my best friends and I don't know what to do!" He spat out, a bit embarrassed. Luna wondered: "..What is her name?" So I replied with a somewhat happy but at the same time still disappointed sigh, "Sweetie Belle..." Luna instantly had a smirk. "Then there is no problem." She replied. "wait, wha-" before I had time to reply, I was swept upstairs and was no longer visible. Then, Luna could be seen talking to Sweetie Belle there. "Sweetie, I am in your dream on rather... pressing matters... Do you like any colts?" Luna stated. "Wh-What?!?!? Why would I want to tell you that?!" Sweetie replied, almost offended. "Because I can tell you if he likes you back." Luna stated, unfazed by her anger. "....Oh, alright, I guess....." Sweetie said, shyly. "I don't think he noticed though, but.... anyway, his name is Button Mash....." ...And that was the moment I almost fainted while still in a dream. I suddenly became visible again, and then Sweetie looked right at me! We both dream-blushed, and then it all ended.

--1st person view (Sweetie)--

Then I wake up. But that dream... that was all too real, I had to talk to Button. Turns out I missed the alarm, and I'm late! I run to the school-house, barely on time. When I got there, Button had beat me. Yet I could tell he had the same dream. He blushed, then looked away, and smiling a rather shy smile. On the way to my desk, I asked Scootaloo to bring the paper to Button, since Scootaloo was in between me and Button. She passed it back. It had a one letter question: 'Luna?' it asked. And I don't know why I was shocked when it said yes. This began to fill me with anger. Did he really just use a princess to spy on me?! And on a topic like that one... At recess, I have alot to say to him. When recess came, he had walked toward me once out of the building. I did what any sensible mare would do: smack him. "Oww... What was that for?" He complained. "That was for eavesdropping, and th-" That's where he interrupts me. "Do you want to know why I was in your dream?" He managed, before I attempted another slap. "Ok, but it better be good..." I made sure to keep a firm voice. Then, he began to explain, and bit by bit, I realized what he was saying. When he mentioned the warm feeling going up the spine, I realized I was feeling it that same moment. As I caught on to what he was saying, I stopped him right there, and gave him a big hug. We like-like each other, so that makes us coltfriend and fillyfriend, right?