A simple pencil was enveloped in a lavender glow. It lifted seemingly against the laws of time and space, creating its own rules and striking out on its own path. It flew with a simple grace, towards the face of one Zan Maxwell. The pencil seemed to stop and hesitate for a moment, seemingly contemplating if it was doing the right thing. But at last, the pencil started to try to bridge the final gap between pencil and man. The man saw the pencil starting to come towards him, and without hesitation, he tried the only reasonable solution. He reached out, and grabbed the pencil delicately, put another on it and snapped it in two.
"Will you stop breaking my pencils already!" A very flustered purple mare screamed. Of course the man did not hear this, for all he heard was an alien language. The man however did know that his noble quest to break all the pencils that disobeyed gravity and floated into his cage had to be broken.
It was a just cause.
Zan watched as the purple mare started to walk around in the small trench around the center of the room, from which she paced constantly. She would sometimes order the adolescent purple alligator to go and get stuff, and the alligator of purple scales and green spikes would bring back books in a language foreign to Zan.
The mares eyes would start to move back in forth in the ever ongoing process of reading, trying to find something out obviously. After a small period of time, the mare would shriek, toss the book away in a small glow of magenta, and order a new one to be brought.
This process would continue on for about five times each cycle, until finally another book flies across the room. Then the mare would have one of her eyelids start to twitch violently, and a pencil would be enveloped in a glow, sent over to Zan, and be broken.
Eventually after about 3 hours of this charade going on, the purple mare stormed out of the room.
Zan knew what he must do. He grabbed two shards of the broken pencils lying at his feet and started to try and pick the lock. He pushed up a pin, used the tension wrench, in this case the pencil, to keep it in place, and would move on to the next one. After four pins were up, the door to the cage that had held Zan opened with a subtle click.
Zan's eyes slowly gazed across the room, searching for signs of life. After seeing that the quarry revealed nothing to Zan, he went and walked across the room to a small desk, going barley up to his belly button. He reached simply for a box of pencils, missing three fourths of its contents, which were now lying at the bottom of the cage.
Zan's eyes lit up in a bemused glare. This was going to be fun. He reached out for two pencils each and every time snapping them like the glorified twigs they are. After a couple minutes of his glorious work, Zan stood back and saw his beautiful creation.
It was a simple depiction of a fist, except that instead of perfectly clenched that a fist would be, a single finger was risen, pointing to the heavens. This particular finger seemed to be in the allocation that one might call the finger to be one form the middle. Zan smiled and stepped back into the cage, relocking it in the process. Now he just had to play the waiting game to see what happens.
Two Hours later....
One twilight sparkle had just gotten back from her friend fluttershy's, going over all the books on animals Fluttershy had to try and put together what species this was, but for the life of her twilight just couldnt figure it out in the slightest. Twilight , though seemingly should feel bad for failing to figure out what this creature was, she was not down in the slightest. If she couldn't find out what this creature was, she might get to name it, and present it to other scholars and her friends as an entirely new species, with her as the discoverer! Twilight walked into her humble library abode to think about what she would do in the morning. Thinking about it, twilight realized that she actually had an extremely large amounts of tasks to do in the morning. Realizing she might not remember them all then, she came to a simple conclusion. As twilight walked over to her desk in the same room where the creature was sleeping, twilight noticed that she could make out her new box of pencils in the dark. She knew she had left it there, as even though she had wasted some of them earlier that day trying to poke the creature and seen its level of reactions, she still was sure she had a healthy number left. As twilight struggles to find it, she finally gave up and started up a candle to see.
Twilights first revelation was that her pencils were all snapped.
Her second one is that they were in a strange formation
Her third revelation is that it looked exactly like that of the creatures appendages.
Her fourth revelation was that the only thing that could have really done this was the creature itself, and that implies it got out. Twilight started to hyperventilate as she she walked out of her house locked the doors, and started to walk to a small cottage on the edge of the everfree forest. Twilight knew that she would not be there if that thing could get out. She knew what it could do to a pencil, and she did not want to see what it could do to her. So as this happened twilight continued to walk to her dearest friend fluttershy's house. It was really nice there this time of year, with all the birds singing in the trees, and the butterflies all around pollinating the flowers. Plus, fluttershy had a BEAR as a body guard. The creature couldn't get past that right? Right? A shiver ran down twilights spine as she thought she heard the snapping of a glorified twig.
Author's Note
This was just a simple one shot i wanted to do. I personally wanted to try my hand at writing something in third person for once ant this is what i got. I welcome any criticism that comes my way, for this in my opinion is not good in the slightest. I just honestly hope that i will get critiques to help my writing in the future. Thank you all for reading my humble story.