Ponies; Live and Reloaded: Everypony's Bad Coat Day

Ponies, Live and Reloaded: Everypony’s Bad Coat Day
Written by Dragonborne Fox

A red squirrel with big blue eyes, white gloves, red shoes and a blue jacket sighed and shook his head disapprovingly, resting a cheek on a hand as he leaned to the side of a throne’s arm. He looked around him, golden crown shifting on his head a bit, and the black room with hardly a torch was empty. Even the red carpet extending before him didn’t help matters; the place felt dead. Hand resting on the other arm, he tapped his fingers impatiently.

Eyes narrowing as the doors at the end of the room opened, he found a weasel in armor walking to him with a glass of milk. “More milk, sire?” The weasel asked.

“Not right now, but thanks for the offer.” The squirrel replied, sighing afterwards. “I’ll call you when I want a drink.”

“Alright, sire.” The weasel replied, turning around and walking out. The doors closed behind him, and the squirrel sighed again.

“What am I gonna do…?” The squirrel murmured, blinking as he saw a white hand appear before him, as well as a board depicting letters, numbers, and even time. The hand pointed to the first bunch, which also had the word ‘complete’ marking it. “Oh, I see you’ve played the game a while. You wanna play that save file...alright…” The squirrel murmured as the hand tapped it. Only one word appeared before the board.

‘Delete.’

The squirrel’s eyes widened as big as dinner plates. “Hey, w-what are you doing?! No, don’t hit that button!” He cried, jumping out of the throne chair and rushing to the board. The hand disobeyed, pushing that exact button he didn’t want pressed. “NO! NO!” The squirrel cried, but it was too late.

A flash appeared before his eyes, a sight-numbingly bright flash at that. The squirrel felt something escape him as he passed out, but he was unable to tell exactly what in his unconscious mind.