A Better Love Story than Twilight

So you know that weird feeling that you get where it feels like someone is watching you? Well, that is nothing compared to what Carry felt, mostly because, not two hoof lengths away, stood a young, slightly chubby, blue mare who was staring him straight in the eyes and wasn't blinking.

He had tried the simple 'How can I help you today, ma'am?' to attempt to break her out of her daze, and he even went so far as to ask a second time, but to no avail. She just stood there, staring at him with those pink, beady eyeballs that looked as if they could puncture a gaping chasm in the fabric of space and time. This was no 'is somepony watching me?' kinda feeling. This was an 'oh dear Celestia, why won't she stop staring!?' kinda feeling.

"Uh..."

So, as you might be able to tell, this is the mare I mentioned earlier. Y'know... that one that has the tree fort? Yeah, that one! Anyway, her name is Dazzle, and if it wasn't obvious, she is a bit obsessed with Carry. Like... I don't know if you understand. She freaking has a shrine of him in her closet! Like, she even wants to change her name to Cup just so that, ~~if~~ when she marries him, she can be Mrs. Cup Cake!

Seriously! This mare is crazy!

"Ma'am, are you okay?"

The dazzlingly handsome young Carry has no idea that he is staring into madness... okay maybe he has a hint, because she's not doing squat but stare at him, but he has certainly no idea the depth of such madness.

"Ma'am?"

*stare*

"..."

*stare*

Carry adjusts his collar nervously. "Um, I think I'll just-"

"Iwantonehundredjellyfilleddonuts!!"

"BUCK!!" Carry jumped in surprise. "I mean, uhm, could you repeat that? I didn't quite understand."

"I want one hundred jelly filled donuts." Her smile seemed to split her face in half, eerily giving the effect that her teeth wrapped all the way around her head.

That is really creepy, Carry thought.

"Eh... Yes, ma'am. Coming right up! It'll be about 10 minutes, so if you wouldn't mind taking a seat over there," Carry said, indicating a small table not far from the counter. Trying not to look back at the terrifying, prospective marefriend, he hastily trotted into the back room to begin the process of donut making.