A Visit from Possible Doom

by Mod On Death

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rarity, Other, Original Character, Comedy, Random, Pinkie Pie, Sweetie Belle
Length: 985

Hearth's Warming Day is upon Ponyville, and the entire town is in their homes, silent and FREAKING OUT. Every year something horrible seems to happen on that holiday, so they stay prepared in this poetic tale of their survival.

Hearth's Warming Day is upon Ponyville, and the entire town is in their homes, silent and FREAKING OUT. Every year something horrible seems to happen on that holiday, from Discord stopping time to a horrible blizzard. Using the rhyme scheme of "A Visit from St. Nicholas" we see the residents stay prepared in this poetic tale of their survival.

Published 2014-12-23 21:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-23 21:30:02 UTC

A Visit from Possible Doom

‘Twas the night before Hearth's Warming Day, when all through the town,
Not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse;
It was quickly silenced by Fluttershy and her gang,
For they brought it in quickly and shut the door with a bang;
Each Hearth's Warming Eve brought chaos and disaster,
From Discord freezing time to being snowed in the day after;
Mayor Mare had called a town meeting to shout,
"Hearth's Warming Eve is here! Get ready or get out!";
The windows were boarded up with such care,
Each resident taking heed to beware;
The children were hiding under their sheets that night,
Their hearts were overwhelmed with fright;
Would there be a golem made from snow,
Only in the morning could they possibly know;
Rarity and family were in the same house together,
This way they might work against bad weather;
"Will we die?" Sweetie Belle, wanting an answer sought,
Her mother replied, "I really hope not";
Businesses were also attempting to get ready,
Hopefully not facing a robot named Freddy;
"I really love the season," Pepperoni said to his wife,
She was currently sharpening her defensive Bowie knife;
"I do as well. It's time for us to remember,
The good times we've had before we dismember";
The missus, Bloomheart, was fairly sure,
This year there'd be zombies with no hope of a cure;
Trixie who was secretly in the town alone,
Looked out from a barrel while eating a pine cone;
"I really shouldn't have come now," she said,
"Knowing this day I may lose my head";
This was common all through the evening,
Each pony worried, some struggling and heaving;
"I can't take it anymore!" Pinkie Pie bellowed out,
"Let me get out or I'll scream and shout!";
Pinkie's worry this year was that her desserts would return,
And the taste she would suddenly start to spurn;
"Pinkie, I doubt the food will go bad,"
Mrs. Cake told Pinkie, who felt less sad.
"We've got methods to make sure our supplies are fine,
They're in a room with each inch laid down with a mine";
With the other pony's their situations were same,
Some felt like there was something to blame;
Maybe it was a curse that was cast,
A meteorological event even like a cosmic blast;
Perhaps it was even something more,
A spirit trying to even the score;
Whatever it was, this night would be spent,
In whatever small room they might be pent;
This was the feeling until something occurred,
Something unknown, something unheard;
The sun started rising over the hill,
Somepony seeing this and feeling a thrill;
The day had come! No terror had struck!
Everypony felt that this was more than luck;
It was all safe for those living there,
No horror had struck, no creature to beware;
This day could be lived in harmony and peace,
The worrying could now formally cease;
I hope your holidays are as good as well,
May they be as splendid and grand and swell.

...wait.
Booming noise. Rhyme scheme broken.
Walking dead rise up from the ground.
Gnawing. Chewing. Hungry.
Snow gathers up to face a face. Rage builds up to form a body. Body builds up to form a golem.
Hearth's Warming Apocalypse!
Mayor Mare cries in fear justified.
Ponies run around and hide.
What's this?
They start to weaken the more I rhyme!
"Quick!" somepony yelled. "Now is the time!"
Fighting back they started to do,
Rhyming words like red and blue;
Applejack hopes no one says the citrus fruit,
Somepony desperate for a rhyme yells, "I AM GROOT!"
The zombies break down and start to shamble,
No match for this senseless rhyming ramble;
What's this? A rhyming zombie!
"Skit! Skat! Hey yo cat! Rhyme time here,
let's bring the fear!"
The ponies started to worry about,
The zombies could now rhyme and shout;
Fighting back with words and lyrics,
Now they want to rhyme with...cyrix?
"Their rhymes are weak and make no sense!
Let's make them drop their false pretense!"
Following Mayor Mare's words they were inspired,
The town continued on even though they were tired.
Sick beats were dropped with casual talk.
Twilight's knowledge of words made them take a walk.
"You think you can come to this place and eat us?
We'll send you off on this lyrical bus!"
Twilight couldn't figure out why these words were so strong,
Perhaps that saying was right all along;
The golem was continually falling apart,
The hot lyrics melting his heart;
The horror it came to cause
Was now starting to give him pause;
The poets were now going into full flow,
If the golem had feelings it would only be woe;
The arms had come off and now was its neck,
The body had become a frozen wreck.
With a couple cool rhymes from the town's upper crust,
This snowy golem became snow-dust.
They cheered as victory was then declared,
As against the horrors they had fared.
"Get out the treats, get out the snacks!
We'll eat till we're left lying on out backs!"
The Cakes brought out their holiday delights,
Enough sugar to stay up many nights;
Pinkie was the first to get in line,
She got one of everything, some things even nine;
The musicians brought out their instruments and played,
The air was now music lade;
Dancing and merriment was celebrated around,
The movements grinding their hooves in the ground;
Now this was a holiday worth celebrating!
Ponies dancing around, eating and elating!
The cold air of winter cooled down the action,
But not the excitement by even a fraction;
This continued from morning until the final dusk,
Pinkie Pie eating the last of the rusk;
Everypony returned back to each home,
With the musicians the last ones there to roam;
The night was now calm and relaxed,
I'm done with the rhyming so something something taxed.