The Saga of RK Act 1.

"hehehe"

"shh... You'll wake him up..."

"I really like his... mane?"

"Uh, guys... I don't think we should mess with him..."

I began to feel a bit uneasy. What is going on? I'm hearing creepy little giggling sounds, and I feel like someones drawing on my face. My eyes shot open, and the first thing I see is a little white unicorn with green eyes and a purple-and-white mane and tail staring into my soul. Screaming and panic ensues.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON MY FACE!?" I screamed as the white unicorn ran to her orange pegaus friend, her light yellow earth pony friend, and a small brown colt with a spin top beanie.

"ARGH!! Sweetie Belle, what did you DO!?" The brown colt shouted, staring at me with intense fear as he stood in front of the unicorn, acting as a shield.

"I may have put some eyeliner on him..." Belle said, trying not to laugh.

"...What?" I glared at them, trying to make them scared. I know it was a light-hearten prank, but I thought it would be funny to scare the pants (metaphorical) off them .

"Please don't hurt us, we're sorry..." the yellow one said as she hid behind the orange one, who looked to be forced into the job of pony-shield. I found a mirror and gazed into it. I actually looked freakin' hilarious, lipstick covering my mouth like a crazy clown, powder making my face completely white and comically large rings around my eyes were made with eyeliner. They even braided my short hair. It took all the power in the world not to make me bust out laughing.

"WHO DID THIS?" I shouted at them. After a few seconds of silence, the brown colt stepped forward, brave and defiant.

"I did." He said bravely, his eyes staring straight into mine.

"Button Mash, NO. He'll EAT you!" Belle whispered, fearful for his life. Awww, that's sweet.

"I know, Sweetie Belle, I know." AWWW, this is adorable.

"Do you think this is funny?" I sat on my haunches, my face inches from his. "Do you?" Button Mash gulped, then looked at me with a cocky little smile.

"Yeah, you look pretty funny." He said, with a bit of confidence. Sweetie Belle gasped.

"Well, do you want to know what I think?" I asked as I raised up off my haunches, standing at full height, easily towering over him.

"What do you think, dork-face?" He shouted, then pulling out a little wooden sword tucked under his belt. "'Cause I think you ain't hurtin' nopony today." His words were muffled from the sword handle in his mouth as he struck a battle pose.

"I think," I talked a little louder. "THAT," I held my fists up, striking a fighting stance. "THAT JOKE WAS PRETTY-" I was cut short by a wooden sword hitting my shin. I screamed in agony, as he hit my shin as hard as he could. I fell backwards, in actual pain, writhing.

"The bigger they are," He sheathed his sword. "The harder they fall." The other fillies shouted and whooped in joy.

"YAY BUTTON MASH!!!" they screamed, even Sweetie Belle hugged Button Mash, making him blush a deep red.

"Whats going on up here?" Rarity walked upstairs, a tan mare with blonde, braided hair following her.

"Look, Button Mash saved us from the monster!" Sweetie Belle shouted, pointing at me.

"BUTTON MASH, WHAT DID YOU DO TO... uh... what did you say his name was, Rarity?"

"RK." Rarity said to the tan mare.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO RK?!" The tan mare demanded from Button Mash.

"I defended the girls from the monster! Look, he's still growling!" I was moaning in pain, not growling.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr.RK, my name is Elaina, I'm Button Mash's mother." The tan mare ran up to me, apologizing.

"No, no, its fine, we were having fun." I got up off the ground.

"No we were not! You were yelling at us about 'Oh! You think this is funny? Grrr!' and then you got all tall and scary!" The orange pegasus shouted up at me.

"Heh! I got you good, didn't I?" I laughed. The fillies (and mares, for that matter) looked confused. "I was trying to scare you! No harm done, and none taken." They all nodded slowly.

"Well, Button Mash," Elaina said, accented with a fake yawn. "I think its a certain someponys bedtime." Button Mash looked up, betrayal in his eyes.

"But Mooooommmm!!! Its Saturdaeeeeee! Can I stay over for tonight, PLEASE?" He looked at his mother with alot of sadness in his eyes, eventually forcing the other three fillies into joining his plea. I'm glad I'm not being stared at by those eyes.

"I dunno, you're gonna have so see if RK cares." WHAT?! I looked up at her, betrayal in my eyes. She simply mouthed 'I'm so sorry.' I then looked at the fillies, their bottom lips quivering and eyes looking like they are about to unleash a torrent of tears. This was going to be the hardest decision of my life so far*.

"Well, why not? I've only got a important political meeting in the morning that will determine if my life here will even be legal. Lets have fun!" We all shouted in happiness.

I awoke at about six to the smell of coffee. My nose woke me up and my mind forced me down the stairs. I walked down slowly and into the kitchen, seeing Rarity drinking some coffee.

"Oh, good morning, darling! Want some coffee?" Rarity levitated out a cup and some creamer.

"Yes, please, madame." I poured myself a cup of coffee.

"So, how was your night with 'The Crusaders'?" Rarity jokingly asked.

"Who?" I asked after a sip of coffee.

"Oh, That's just what they call themselves. Can you believe it? Eight years old, and she still doesn't have a cutie mark?" I looked at her as though she just spouted nonsense.

"What the heck's a cutie mark?" I asked her, totally uncertain as to what the heck she was talking about.

"Oh, right. A cutie mark," she pointed to the tattoo on her flank. "Is a signature of your single greatest talent. My special talent is finding rare jewels and making beautiful dresses out of them. The 'Cutie Mark Crusaders' as they call themselves, do all the damnedest things to find their talent." I nodded. I would, too, to find my purpose. A soft knocking at the door Alerted me to two figures: Rainbow Dash and Lyra.

"Well," I pulled on my dress jacket and pants. "Politics await."