Marvelous Equestria Adventures

“So, AB, what were you saying about Sweetie?” Past asked.

“Well, she’s been actin’ weird since y’all ‘n Lost arrived at the clubhouse earlier today,” Applebloom explained. “Come to think about it, she’s always actin’ strange when something’s gotta do with Lost. Like when we first formed the club, fer instance. She was all upset when Lost had ta leave the club on account of his Cutie Mark turnin’ up.”

“I think I know what the reason may be,” Past said, thinking of the envelope in his saddlebags.

“And what, pray tell, would that be?” Applebloom asked.

“I’ll tell you afterwards,” Past replied as the waiter came up with their drinks.

“Here you arr, sier,” the waiter said, placing their drinks on the table with two arms of magic. “Vun root beer for you and vun apple cider for ze geerl.”

“Thank you,” the two ponies said.

“Is there aneezing else you vould like?” the waiter asked. “Remember, ve close in tventy minootes.”

“No, thank you,” Past said, as he was not feeling hungry. Applebloom said the same.

“Hokay,” the waiter said, leaving the two alone. The two ponies then began to make small talk.

As they conversed, they realized they enjoyed many of the same things, such as competing athletically, baking, and exploration. Applebloom took sewing lessons with Rarity, while Past took flying lessons with Rainbow Dash. The two came to know each other well in the next few hours. However, Past became aware that the waiter who had served them was watching them both intently. Past was unnerved by the waiter, but decided to do something later. Past took out the envelope and slid it over to Applebloom.

“Past, what’s this?” she asked.

“It’s a letter for Sweetie Belle, apparently. Lost gave it to me, so I could give it to you, so you could give it to her,” Past explained. “And that brings me to my next point. I know Lost has a crush on Sweetie, and based on what you told me earlier, the feeling is mutual.

“I have a theory that the two of them like each other, but neither one knows it. It’s like one of those cliché romantic comedies. But now, Lost has made a move, but he’s afraid of rejection, so he told her in the form of an anonymous letter.”

“That explains everything!” Applebloom exclaimed. Just then, the one-minute warning came on over the restaurant intercom. “Ah guess ah need ta go now. I’ll get this ta Sweetie, don’t worry.” The filly got up and headed for the door of the restaurant.

“Wait, hold up!” Past said, chasing after Applebloom. “I need your help with something.”

“What would that be?” Applebloom asked, puzzled.

“The waiter. He was watching us all through the chat we had. I think he may be a criminal in disguise. I want to investigate him,” Past explained.

“Well, it seems kinda strange ta me. But, ah guess ah’ll help you,” Applebloom consented.

“Excellent!” Past said. Just then, the waiter slipped out the back door of the shop. Past, noticing this, shouted “He’s on the move!” The two ponies then dashed after the waiter.

It was now eight o’ clock, and dusk was settling over Ponyville. As Past and Applebloom raced through the streets, they were thankful that most ponies were already retiring for the night. The waiter was leading them into places they wouldn’t have gone otherwise. As they turned into the alley behind Lemon Martini’s liquor store, they heard a faint rustling, as if somepony were quickly taking off a uniform. Past turned and yelled “Aha!” to… an empty corner.

The waiter’s uniform was laying on the ground, next to a pile of empty bottles. As Past and Applebloom entered, they noticed that the alley was a dead end. “Where in the hay could he’ve gone?” Applebloom asked. “Ah’m pretty sure that he didn’t have wings.”

“I don’t know,” Past said, “but be on your guard. We need a method of defense… Aha!” Past ran over to the pile of bottles. “We can use these!” Past exclaimed. “Here, grab one and smash it on the corner. That should serve as a weapon.” The two did so, and were now armed. They advanced further into the alley. Suddenly a voice began singing:

“How many ponies can I beat today,

Too many to count, don’t get in my way.”

The voice dropped to the ground, and began walking around the two, continuing to sing:

“Hit a mofo over the head with a bow,

Magical spell is my last blow.”

The figure then stopped all movement, and suddenly all the street lamps in the vicinity were blown out. Suddenly, the two heard an odd sound.

“What was that?” Applebloom whispered.

“I’m not sure,” Past hissed back. “It sounded like someone unsheathing a knife or a sword.” Suddenly Past was hit from the side. He hit the wall of the alley with a ‘pwaff’. The reason for the pwaff was because the wall had suddenly been replaced with an enormous pillow. “What the heck?” Past exclaimed. Past then felt himself pinned to the ground as the lights turned back up. Past then saw that he was being stood upon by a hooded figure. Past looked up and exclaimed, “Lost?!”

Having been discovered, Lost fled from the two who, after a simultaneous nod, ran after the psychotic unicorn. After a few minutes, they came to a large, blue metal dome.

“What the hay?” Applebloom yelled. “How are we supposed to get in?”

“I have an idea,” Past said, “but it will require one specific pony. She may be the only one who can help us now…”