My little Derpy: a My Little Dashie spinoff

Glad to escape Twilight Sparkle, I walked down the street to visit Pinkie Pie. As I turned towards Sugar Cube Corner, when a dull yellow Pegasus with a green and yellow mane flew in front of me. A smile was etched in his face, but he was frowning.

Glaze.

I turned around, trying to avoid the popular Pegasus, when I saw a pony that looked exactly like me, only his cutie mark was a tombstone with headphones and signing rock and roll with stony hands.

The Living Tombstone.

At this point I was hyperventilating. All this scene needed was Abluskittle and I would pass out.

I slowly backed away. Just then, I was grasped with red unicorn magic, and froze in place. This gathering needed no explanation at all.

The Dance Party Team.

“Well, well, well,” said a grey unicorn with a red mane, “look what we have here.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but I choked.

Glaze grinned, and said in his usual auto-tone voice, “Looks like we found your twin, Tombstone.”

“Please,” I said, “let me go, Mic”

Mic The Microphone gripped me harder with his magic. “Nope.”

Tombstone pushed Mic aside, disabling his grip on me. “Just loosen your grip!”

Mic lit his horn again and gripped me even firmer than before. He didn’t listen. I couldn’t breathe. Glaze walked up to me and held up a rag of chloroform.

“NO!” Glaze held it up to my mouth. I could smell the chemicals. “No, Woodentoaster, NOOO--” Everything went black.

I woke up underground, the three assassin ponies surrounding me. I groaned and noticed that Mic’s image flashes into Dinky’s for a moment before switching back. He wasn’t the real Mic The Microphone.

He was a changeling. They all were.

I jumped off the table, out of the changelings’ grip. They revealed their true form, and chased after me. I kicked one in the face and took off, flapping my wings like CRAZY, and managed to bust through the ground and loose sight of the changelings.