Night Watch felt his own bowels disrupt. The entire restaurant vibrated in its own foundation. In the darkness, a monstrous silhouette loomed and got closer with each step.

“Oh, good evening Freddie!” Chica said, “How did you sleep?”

The figure replied with a loud groan. Two giant bear ears sat on the top of Freddie’s head. “Not enough,” he replied. He crashed down to the ground on his rump. He gave a sigh. “It’s tough to say the same thing at every show with a dopey smile.”

The brown fluffy bear’s tired eyes looked up at Pinkie Pie and Night Watch. “These the new security guards?”

“Only Night Watch,” Chica replied, pointing to the dark pegasus next to Bonnie.

Still with the bags under Freddie’s eyes, he looked menacing. Night Watch couldn’t say any words. Pinkie Pie, on the other hand, could. “Hiya!” she said, hopping towards Freddie, “I’m Pinkie Pie!”

Freddie fell back on his back in surprise. His top hat fell down to the ground in repercussion. “Y-You’re not scared of me?” he asked, getting up on his paws. He towered over Pinkie Pie.

“Why should I?” Pinkie Pie asked, “You’re fuzzy wuzzy!”

“Fuzzy… wuzzy?” Chica whispered.

“Fuzzy wuzzy?” Freddie repeated, “Fuzzy wuzzy!!” he roared. He sat down on the floor next to Pinkie Pie and smiled. “Hi Pinkie Pie.”

“And that’s Freddie,” Night Watch said towards Bonnie. His finger pointed towards the bear.

“He’s really sweet,” Bonnie whispered, “But he’s scary sometimes.”

“S-Scary?”

Pinkie Pie rubbed Freddie between the ears. “You like this don’t you?” Freddie was like an obedient dog and nodded.

“Uh, hey Freddie,” Night Watch said gingerly, “I’m-”

“What do you want?” Freddie glared.

What a quick change of heart! Night Watch started to sweat. “Well, I, um, am Night Watch,” he stuttered, “J-Just letting you know.”

“Fuzzy wuzzy is just a bit grumpy,” Pinkie Pie cooed.

Chica looked on in disbelief. Freddie gave a happy sigh. “That feels good,” he said with Pinkie Pie’s fingers going through his fur.

Night Watch slowly made his way back next to Bonnie. “He’s scary…” Night Watch said, “He could tear me in half if he wanted.”

“It’s not so bad,” Bonnie said, “Freddie went through a lot of things. After all, he was father’s first creation.”

3:00 A.M.

“And that’s how Equestria was made!” Pinkie Pie said. Freddie and Chica listened to what seemed to be truth and facts from the pink pony, but Bonnie was unphased. Night Watch had a hand on his face the whole time.

“P-Pinkie Pie, sorry to burst your creative bubble,” Night Watch said, “But-”

“Watch what you say next!” Freddie growled.

Sweat and comical tears flowed like a river from Night Watch. “Uh, no comment.”

Freddie seemed pleased with that response. “Father didn’t really tell us about the history of Equestria, did he?” Chica said, looking towards Freddie. He gave a quick node in response. “Perhaps he knew that too much information in us can eat away at electricity.”

Night Watch gave a yawn. “Why am I doing here?” he whispered to himself, “Freddie is a crazy, Pinkie Pie is nut, Chica is cool, and Bonnie is cute…” he gave a sigh, “I shouldn’t say anything more or Freddie will get mad at me-”

“I can hear everything you’re saying!!” Freddie roared, getting up in Night Watch’s face.

“I-I’m sorry!!” he pleaded, getting on his hands and knees.

“I think a pistachio will best describe me as a nut,” Pinkie Pie said with a thumb under her chin.

Chica gave a small smile and chuckled. Bonnie blushed and tried to cover her face.

“Say it like you mean it, guard!” Freddie said, picking up Night Watch by the collar with a powerful paw.

“I’m fucking sorry!!” Night Watch said, making prayer with his gods before his inevitable doom, “I have lived a very shitty life,” he whispered.

Freddie placed Night Watch back on the ground. “Are you sure he’s the security guard?” he asked Chica, “He’s a wimp.”

“Oh, he’s not that bad,” she replied, “Besides, you’re much bigger than him, Freddie.”

“Hmm, that’s true.”

Night Watch laid on the ground, trembling in shock. He fidgeted and twitched, his brain unable to process the information before him.

“Well, it was father’s orders,” Freddie said, cracking his mechanical knuckles, “To test if the guard was strong or not.”

“It all must be new for him,” Pinkie Pie said, making a sandwich, “You know, with you guys and all.”

“I-I was here longer than you…” Night Watch muttered under his breath, “...with them.”

Pinkie Pie took a bite of her sandwich. “Oh, I have to associate with you, Bonnie!” she said, zipping up next to the bunny.

“Um, what?” she asked.

“You’re sort of like Fluttershy!” Pinkie Pie said, “And you should smile more. You have a cute face.”

Bonnie’s face turned red in embarrassment. “Uh, I smile when I’m up on stage,” she said.

“Yeah, but that’s not a real smile,” Pinkie Pie said, “It comes from the heart!” she patted Bonnie’s chest. “It’s inside of you!”

“My… heart?”

“Yep!”

Chica placed a feathered hand on her chest. “We have a heart?” she asked Freddie.

He shrugged. “Beats me.”

Pinkie Pie clapped her hands together. “Oh, I can't believe this place had wonderful people! What songs do you sing? What do you eat? What do you like to do in your free time?”

“I-I’ll just, go back,” Night Watch said, crawling back to the camera room, “I have a job to do…”

5:56 A.M.

Night Watch laid back in his seat and continued to snore. A thread of saliva bounced time to time. Loud noises escaped from his mouth, unaware of the figures moving frantically in the cameras. Faces of Pinkie Pie, Chica, Bonnie, and Freddie appeared briefly.

Night Watch chapped his lips and continued to sleep on. A drop of saliva formed again and bobbed up and down. Time to time, the figures on the screen waved.

However, in all that sleepful bliss, he was grabbed by the head.

Night Watch was still asleep, his face making burn marks on the ground. “Night Watch, you awake?” a voice asked. He woke up in a fiery way.

“My face!” he exclaimed, “It burns!” he said, feeling the carpet burn.

“Hey, Night Watch, stay here with me!” Pinkie Pie said, dragging him along the floor.

“A-Ask me that before grabbing me!” he yelled out, his face burning along the kiddy carpet.

“I have a favor to ask of you!” she said.

“What is it?”

“Host the party with me!”

“What?!”

6:00 A.M.

Author's Note

Wait.
Some of you guys are right.
I'm not sorry.