Dear...: A Tribute to Button Mash

A light green pony stepped forward, his race concealed by a black hood like everypony else in the room. A white pony that stood taller than the rest spoke in a booming voice.

'Speak o agent H.' She, for the pony was definitly a she, asked of the stallion.

' O-oh mighty Cel- I mean Hasbro, a colt by the name of Button Mash has been doing the illegal creation of PMVs. He is but a colt however, and has a filly that is in love with him. These are the reasons that we have yet to kill him. Should we?' The white pony thought for a moment. Then se spoke.

'Kill them both.' She boomed.

'Y-yes m-master.' H responded.  The other ponies in the room looked concerned. A unicorn mare was the first to

speak.

'I-is this wise?' She muttered.

'SILENCE! You of all ponies Agent R?' She threw off her hood. ' Agent R will be the one to kill the children. Now GO!!' Everypony left quickly, muttering excuses.

Button Mash felt uneasy. I feel like something bad is going to happen soon, and I might not survive. He thought. after a while of playing on his Joy Boy, he got up from his bed. He want over to his desk, normaly for school, and began to write a letter, pen in mouth. Dear Sweetie Belle...

Across town, Sweetie Belle was doing the exact same thing. Dear Button...

That night, the sreams of two young ponies rang out. The next morning, the screams were those of adults. Mourning bells rang out, alerting the friends of the deceased to what had happened.