Muffin Munchin' Microwave Apocalypse

by D3ATHH

First published January 1st, 1970 00:00

A story about Jacob, no, I mean Steve, and his adventures with a certain blonde maned mail mare. An adventure where they will tussle with microwave nazis from the future, and eat a ton of muffins.

Story was written by a friend of mine, Jacob. I edit the story, and sometimes intertwine it with mine. All credit goes to credit goes to Jacob, it was his idea and it is his story.

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Muffin Munchin' Microwave Apocalypse

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Muffin Munchin' Microwave Apocalypse

Prologue

So my name is Jacob, well used to be. Jacob annoyed the crud out of me so now I’m Steve. Steve is such a cool name :D. Now the next paragraph may seem like some sort of internet dating website description buts its not.

So I am STEVE. I live in oakville canada. I own a muffin store, yes a muffin store… mmmmmm muffins. Well I do and its called Muffin Muncher co. I seem normal but believe you, I am far from it. The next pages will explain to you why shortly. Okie dokie, shall I get on with the story? I have nothing else to do, so why not.

It was for me, another normal working day in Muffin Muncher co., the sun shining, birds singing and me watching my little pony. Now people say men can’t multitask. Apparently, I’m a girl. In one hand I'm preparing one of my uber chocolate muffins. And with the other searching through sites to try and find some more videos to watch. I literally just opened the other oven door to put the muffin mix in, shut the door with a thud, and set the egg timer. I wandered off to my seat to have a quick kip. I was suddenly awoken by shuddering and light, light as colourful as rainbows, beaming out of the kitchen. I saw this as a rude awakening and dragged myself out of my seat to the lazer light show of colours. The shaking intensified as I got closer. The oven. It was the oven. Lights beaming out and the oven shaking like a hypothermic earthquake. Then a greyish blob, with blonde hair… getting bigger and bigger, through the oven. I heard ‘MMMMUUUFFFIIINNNNSSS’ shrieking through the oven. I stood back as whooosh, the oven door slammed down as the object shot out like a bullet straight into the wall. It looked like I had a Pegasus stuck in my wall… With a bubble mark on her thigh. ‘I just don’t know what went wrong’ said the rather confused pony. ‘Ddddeeerrrpppppyyy’ I stammered, struggling to get my words out.

In my confusion, I pulled out my phone and dialled. I just needed to tell somebody!

“Hello?”

“Oh hey Michael, my muffin oven exploded!”

“Uh, okay then. Jacob why do I need to know?”

“I AM STEVE, and well, a grey blob flew out the oven. Mike, I have a Derpy!”

“How peculiar. I may have to look into some stuff.”

“Why?”

“Jacob… I mean Steve, I am in Equestria!”

“Cool! But I’ll ask more later, I need to blow up some balloons.!”

And with that I hung up the phone and me and Mike were cut off. Now I need these balloons to get Derpy here home. My plan was to make her look like a balloon to get her home without raising concern. I managed to pull her out of the wall and tie some string round her, tucked under her hair to give her the impression she was a balloon.

I ask her to look floaty on the way home. And with that we set off.