My little Derpy: a My Little Dashie spinoff

The smile…

MY smile…

My TWISTED smile…

CHESHIRE SMILE…

I was walking down a long flight of stairs, nothing but a flashlight with me.

I had lost connection of command central twelve flights before, and my flashlight was gripped tightly in my mouth. I saw two white circles, but thought nothing of it. I couldn’t let my fear take over.

NO RETURN…

“Crap,” I said out loud.

Just then, a smile appeared out of nowhere.

I woke up in cold sweat.

The cloud I was resting on shot a bolt of lightning out of the side, waking me up.

Another lightning bolt passed my head.

“Lightning Dust!”

“What, Derpy?”

I scowled. “Don’t… call… me… Derpy…”

“Oh,  sorry, Dinky,” she said sarcastically.

“I beat you before, I can beat you again.”

Lightning dust chuckled. “That was by default, my wing broke.”

“Then let’s race again.”