Hello! My name is Minuette, and I am going insane with these crazy people around me.
You probably know about me and think that I'm a trator traitor, but I'm not. I didn't know that Princess Cadence was actually Queen Chrysalis, or that she would put us under a spell that made us nearly kill the real Cadence and Twilight...wow, I sound pretty crazy. That's how I got into this cell with a bunch of weirdos...one that plays the harmonica.
"Lyra! Stop playing the harmonica!" Minuette cried, feeling very irritated. "I'm trying to write!"
"Yeah, yeah, ya know what? Being in jail is about having fun, not worrying about stupid things like writing!" Lyra replied.
"Yeah? How would you know?" Twinkleshine butted in.
"'Cuz I been in jail before, ya know? I'm the expert here!" Lyra continued playing the harmonica.
My friend Lyra is usually a very friendly, kind character, but apparently in jail she's NUTS! Sure, she has a small obsession with creatures that she calls humans, but hey! Everypony has their quirks!
Twilkleshine looked quite annoyed. "SHUT-UP LYRA! I HATE THE HARMONICA!"
Lyra gasped. "HOW COULD YOU HATE THE HARMONICA!? IT'S SO HARMONIC!"
I preferred the harmonica to this arguing.
"HARMONIC!? HOW DARE YOU USE A PLAY ON WORDS LIKE THAT?"
"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME ON IT?"
The guards must be getting worried that we'll kill each other The guards probably don't care if we kill each other, do they?
The argument has quickly escalated. They went from talking about the harmonica to...oh.
"I WOULD RATHER BE HERE WITH YOUR SISTER!"
That's bad. Twinkleshine is very...um...sensitive about her sister, Lemon Drops. They had a fight a little while back and, well, let's just say that it didn't go well...
"I WOULD RATHER BE HERE WITH BON-BON!"
Well...Lyra might or might not respond to that...wait...Lyra is turning red...I'd better intervene.
Minuette stepped in between Lyra and Twinkleshine. "All right guys, I have an idea! Why don't one of you go and take a turn writing?"
Twinkleshine went into the corner. "I don't wanna write," she moped.
Minuette looked hopefully at Lyra.
"Oh...fine! I'll write in your stupid journal if that will get you to leave me alone!" Lyra stomped over to the journal and sat down.
"Be sure to say that you are writing!" Minuette called. "I don't want anypony who finds this to think that I wrote what you are probably writing right now!"
Lyra is my name. I play the harmonica, but people don't like the harmonica. I wish that my cutie mark were a harmonica so that I could play the harmonica without ponies hating me. Harmonica. Love=harmonica.
Lyra took her harmonica out and stared at it lovingly. She saw a tiny dent.
"SOMEPONY DENTED MY HARMONICA!"
Minuette and Twinkleshine both jumped. Lyra raced over to them, running into the wall because she couldn't stop in time.
"Ha ha! You ran into the wall!" Twinkleshine laughed.
Lyra faced us, her nose bleeding a little. "One of you dented my harmonica, and once I find out, I will KILL YOU!"
Twinkleshine smirked. "Are you sure you didn't dent your precious harmonica when you sat down?"
Lyra took some deep breaths. She looked like she was going to blow up. Suddenly, her mood changed. She smiled and walked over to the journal.
Dear whoever is reading this,
My name is Lyra Hearstrings.
If you are reading this, we are probable either dead or insane.
Please bring me to Bob-Bon in Ponyville.
I am the sea-foam green mare.
Thanks!
P.S. Please tell Celestia that putting us in a cell didn't help, it only made it worse.
Lyra smiled and walked over to Twinkleshine. "Please, Twinkleshine, darling, it's your turn to write in the deathwish book--I mean journal!"
Minuette nodded. "Yes! You are the only one left that hasn't so please!"
Twinnkleshine agreed, but she groaned and complained all the way.
My name is Twinkleshine, and I am currently being forced against my will to write in this STUPID diary. What's the point? Who knows how long we'll be in here? And WHY is Lyra OBSESSED with the STUPID HARMONICA! I mean seriously! I accidentally bumped into it, and she wants to kill whoever did it! She kinda scares me...she can never know what I did! If she finds out she will stab me in the neck with this pencil that is ANNOYINGLY DULL! I hate dull pencils, they're stupid. You can't write correctly, it's impossible!
Lyra walked over to Twinkleshine with the overly-sweet smile on her face. "Whatcha writing?" she asked, peering into her book.
"Nothing!" Twinkleshine replied, slamming the book closed. "Why would I write anything interesting in this stupid book anyways?"
"Yeah....sure...I'm watching you!" Lyra said, walking back to a corner where she turned and started playing her harmonica.
Geesh if Lyra doesn't kill me first then I will kill her! Or, I can prank her...
"Is everypony okay if I use this bucket?" Twinkleshine pointed to to the water bucket that sat untouched in the back corner of the room.
"Yeah, sure!" Minuette said, half asleep.
"I suppose..." Lyra replied, glancing at her skeptically.
Twinkleshine brought the bucket over to where she had been sitting just a moment earlier. She bent down and pretended to drink, but really, she was thinking of all the things that she could do with a bucket of water, which was a LOT!
