Blazing Souls

I groaned, washing my tongue with cold water in the Sugarcube Corner restroom. Pinkie Pie mixed a chili in my coffee and guess what happened. I couldn't believe she actually called it a prank—I would rather call it a failed assassination. Wiping my wet muzzle with my shirt, I stepped out the bathroom, looking for any signs of Pinkie Pie. She actually laughed while I'm crying from the spicy coffee. Seriously? Coffee and Chili? Possibly. The worst. Combination. Ever. But hey, it actually energized me, I just didn't expect that to happen to me. I would avoid Pinkie Pie from now on—if I saw any signs that she was planning to prank me.

Walking cautiously, I looked for any pranks Pinkie Pie set up, I saw the Cakes. Good, I would ask where Pinkie Pie was to avoid her. "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Cake," I greeted lamely, then I received a smile from Mrs. Cake while Mr. Cake was working.

"Good morning, Boltstream! Going back home?" she asked, helping her husband to set up the store—wait, I got here even when the store was still closed, were they assuming I robbed something? Nope, from the looks they gave me, they didn't assume it.

I shook my head as I walked towards them, perhaps a cupcake would keep me chilled. "No, my shift ended early today, I just woke up," I repeated what I said earlier, then I brought my bits out and I bought the cupcake I wanted. "Have you seen Pinkie Pie?"

"Well, yes, when we came down, she was carrying... something, then she's suddenly gone when I was about to greet her," Mr. Cake put a hoof under his chin and tried to remember what she was carrying.

Buck. That didn't sound good.

Mrs. Cake stared at her husband for a second then back to me. "Oh, she is playing a prank on you," she laughed, "then that's the reason why you're here."

"Yeah, she told me that she was going to treat me her 'coffee', argh, that coffee is so spicy," I struggled to prevent my tears from falling, receiving a horrified looks from the two ponies. I wondered what made them horrified, so I looked around, but found nothing scary. I devoured my chocolate cupcake whole, savoring the taste tingling in my tongue.

Mr. Cake gulped, ears flattening and stepping away from the room. "Well, Boltstream, I hope you survive the next one."

Next?

"Good thing you survived the first one," Mrs. Cake backed away as well, following her husband to the kitchen. "Tell Pinkie Pie that she better clean up the mess," she closed the door and left me widening my eyes.

Oh crap. That didn't really sound good.

From the looks of their faces, I was pretty sure that something bad was about to happen. Pinkie Pie mental breakdown? Psycho Pinkie Pie? When she said 'mess', I was sure that it was blood—of course, I was a policemare, and I was supposed to think like that, well, not really. So I ran to the exit door to avoid the mess and get back to my house as quickly as possible. My breakfast would be so awesome if I received it as a reward for going back home, I hope so.

"Heya, Bolty! Where do you think you're going?" Pinkie Pie suddenly came from above and smiled that sent shivers down my spins. She was carrying cupcakes, muffins, candies, and other food stuff on her back, then I realized what Mr. and Cake had meant.

'Well, Boltstream, I hope you survive the next one.'

That douche, why he didn't give me an obvious warning?

"Wanna taste some of my baked 'goods'?"

Ohshitgottagookthanksbye!

"Hey, Bolty! Get back here!" Pinkie Pie called me as she balanced the food on her back, bouncing after me. She grinned happily as I trotted faster.

I assumed that only Pinkie Pie could bring that many food with her without it falling. I trotted even faster, fearing that she would feed me again. "Nope!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, making Pinkie Pie look dissapointed. I continued trotting forward, I didn't want to make my stomach angry again or I would have a diarrhea—arrugh, having a diarrhea really sucked. I expected Pinkie Pie to still chase me, since nopony could ever escape her, but I was shocked when she was just standing there, looking really disappointed. Well, that was better anyway.

"Aww, that one got away. Oh, I know! I should bring these foodies to Rarity since she's reeeaally sleepy from sewing dresses all night long! Okay, mission: Bring Rarity The Wake-Up-And-Smile Foodies and Be Happy Forever Mission!" she grinned to herself and went to the direction where Rarity lived.

I swear everypony in this place was crazy, who was she talking to? Probably me, because I really had good ears and she probably knew that, but it seemed that she was not talking to me. I decided to shrug it off and slowed down to a walk, looking at the ground.

I passed by familiar and unfamiliar ponies as I walked, giving me a wave and greets. Somepony actually welcomed me as if I just got here. That was a really rare encounter for me, since I lived in Ponyville for a year and they probably should know me since Pinkie Pie threw a welcome party for me and my brother—unless they were newer than me in this place. To be honest, I was not really that sociable and not an introvert. I only had... less than five friends, maybe? I assumed that the reason why they welcomed me was because I was a night shift policemare—it made sense, sleeping all day long, guarding all night long and having red eyes were more than enough for somepony to call me a vampony, and that means I was nowhere to be seen at day and I would be seen at night, quite creepy, even when I didn't believe in vamponies, they were very creepy. I shrugged all my thoughts off and stopped in front of my house.

I twisted the cold door knob with my hoof, not using my magic for a while because I'm pretty tired and dizzy. Since I had a lot of free time this day, perhaps I should go see the doctor later for my anemia. Darn, it was getting worse, I was vexed by the fact that this sickness kept coming back every month. Good riddance, it was literally sucking my bits. Maybe being a policemare was not suitable for me at all, because I needed to stay up late and staying up late was bad for my health. Good thing they still hired me, because I was perfectly healthy that time I started to work.

Welcomed by the aroma coming from the kitchen, my mouth started to water. I was right about that I would get a reward for going back home, good thing I had a company in my house. I closed the door and walked towards the kitchen, sniffing the delicious scent of pancakes and other foods. I entered the kitchen and saw my twin pegasus brother cooking and flipping pancakes, and hey, he was wearing a pink apron, never saw him wear that one before. I furrowed my eyebrows at my mother-brother when he shook his hips while humming a catchy tune. I decided to give him privacy to do what mothers did, and I left the kitchen without making a noise.

The reason why I was a unicorn and he was a pegasus was because of family hereditary. My aunt was a unicorn and my grandfather was a pegasus. Like the newborn fraternal twins in the Sugarcube Corner, Pound Cake was a pegasus and Pumpkin Cake was a unicorn, we were pretty much alike to them.

I considered going to the dining room and wait for him. While I was passing by the sofa, I involuntarily grabbed my baton again and facehoofed. I was getting annoyed because I wasted my magic energy and I felt weary again. I put it down and sat down on the chair then slumped my face on the table, waiting for the breakfast to appear in front of my face.

I heard a soft thump of a plate and looked up, staring at the blue-eyed pegasus that looked exactly like me—except for the mane and the eyes. I gave him a hoofbump and grabbed the pancake he had prepared. "I can't believe you're wearing an apron and humming like that," I lazily said, pouring amounts of syrup on my pancake.

Then suddenly, Thunderstream turned beet red and almost choked on the pancake he was eating. I offered him a glass of water and he widened his eyes after drinking it. "I thought you just came from work!" he admitted his tiny little secret indirectly, receiving a snicker from me. He glared at me, ruffling his light blue wings. "It's six thirty-three in the morning!

Thunderstream was the one who had always prepared me food whenever I came home, like mothers preparing for dinner, but it was breakfast in my life. I came home every six o'clock in the morning and waited for thirty minutes for Thunderstream to wake up to cook me food. I couldn't do it by myself because, like Thunderstream had said, I would put the kitchen on fire. And I couldn't even wake him up because he was a big heavy sleeper.

"Bro, I told you last night that my shift would end at four o'clock," I pointed my fork at him and ate my pancake. "Too bad you forgot and failed to hide your little secret, besides, I woke up thirty minutes ago, jogged around Ponyville and I just came home," I saw him groaning and putting a hoof on his face. I really wanted to know why he was wearing one, but my curiosity wouldn't win this time.

Score one for team anti-curiosity! Woohoo!

Where were these voices coming from?

I cleared my throat to get his attention, then I gave him a serious stare. "Scratch that, are you the one who changed time of my alarm clock?" I said with a hint of growl in my voice. If he was the one who changed the time, I would beat him—even when he was my only brother. Nopony should ever destroy my sleeping patterns, it would make me feel nauseous, like what I was feeling right now. Fatigue when using magic? Check. Wobbly sometimes? Check. World spinning around? Check. Pale? Double-check.

Thunderstream stared at me, looking hurt and confused that it sent me shivers down my spine. "Why would I do that to you?" he looked at me with his honest and sincere eyes, he was proving that he wasn't lying with just his eyes.

I looked at his eyes for a moment and came into a conclusion that I was probably the one who changed it. I forgot that Thunderstream would never lie to me. I looked at my pancake and continued eating it. "Sorry, Thunderstream, it seems that I'm the one who changed it."

He nodded, not saying a word while eating his pancakes, of course, we would never break the law that we should never talk when your mouth was full.

Around that time, I saw it. In the corners of my left eye, I saw it. Even when I was barely paying attention, my unnatural perception could pick up even the smallest details. I saw my twin brother formed the smallest of the smirks. I tried to ignore it, but my horn itched so badly as if it was begging me to investigate why he was smirking. I sighed and fixed my eyes on him.

"Why you're smirking?"

Thunderstream looked at me, dumbfounded. Hah, I got him. I also heard him elicit the smallest gasp of the smallest gasps. Darn, my perception was purely levels above his perception. He stuttered and cleared his throat, which, of course, received a raised eyebrow from me.

"Of course, why I shouldn't? I'm just happy that my pancake is delicious, like it always is," he puffed his chest out, looking confident. I still found him suspicious, but I had decided that I should ignore him for a while.

"Nevermind that. By the way, I think your boss is going to be angry at you," I pointed at the wall clock with my fork, gesturing Thunderstream to read it. Feeling dizzy, I put down the fork and grabbed it with my hooves, using magic would drain me out if I didn't.

Thunderstream's eyes widened then he devoured the pancake in just one gulp and flew outside. "Bye, sis!" he quickly said as he passed by the window behind me.

I sighed again, then finished the last of the pancake and put it on the sink in the kitchen. I should clean this dishes since Thunderstream would be back from his work for four hours, and it was still seven in the morning. I looked at the dishes and rolled up my sleeves. After this, I would try to sleep.