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Enter Applebloom. Young filly studying potions and magic under Twilight Sparkle, Alicorn Princess representing Ponyville.

Twilight Sparkle. Alicorn Princess of Magic. Loves the shit out of books.

Spike. Baby(?) dragon who is in love with somepony who is possibly many years older than even Twilight.

Enter Sprinkles--

"Ahem!"

Sgt. Sprinkles. Imaginary sergeant of the Rainbow Dust Airforce. However, General sounded much cooler at the time.

Now enter chaos.

It was a young day, the sun barely over the two o' clock position in the great blue sky. Like always, the clouds and winds were at a minimal, and the summer weather made it fairly hot. Twilight had wanted to get out of her castle for a day or two, as the sun shone right through some parts of the castle and reflected blinding rainbow lights all throughout the castle. Spike had taken it upon himself to

"Applebloom! What the fuck is that thing?" Twilight squeeled as she hopped upon a chair and lifted her wings to herself as she jabbed the air trying to decipher what just happened.

"I don't know, but it don't call for using no profanity, Princess Twi," Applebloom said, as she bent over to the pink cupcake with rainbow sprinkles on top of it. "What are we gonna do with it?"

Twilight shivered violently. "Um... lure it to the kitchen or something! That's where food belongs!"

"Eh? Who ye collin' food, toots?" Sgt. Sprinkles growled. "If ye's really hungry, how about I's gives ye a knuckle sandwich? Then it ought to be less sexist since de girl is gettin' served a sandwich. Eh, dragon? Heh heh!"

Spike sighed, rolling his eyes. "You're tellin' me."

"Okay! I'll take Sgt. Sprinkles to the kitchen so we can sort this out," Applebloom inquired, picking up the cupcake and placing him on her head. She strutted to the kitchen where in the window was a chicken.

"Hey Applebloom," Scootaloo said, peeking in and looking around. "You and Sweetie about ready to ditch this place yet? I found this bangin' pond with some epic frogs that can sing with their farts! Wanna come see it?"

Applebloom coughed, using her eyes to point up at the cupcake on the top of her head, but Scootaloo did not catch her drift. "Cupcake...cupcake..." she muttered quietly in a whisper.

"What? I'm not gonna sit here and watch you eat a girly ol' cupcake! Now c'mon!--"

"Eh? Who ye's collin' goirly? Ye chicken!"

"That's not very nice, Applebloom." Scootaloo winced and slightly retracted from the window.

"No, you idiot, that wasn't me, that was the cupcake!"

Scootaloo shook her head and dragged Applebloom out of the window, then they both fell two stories down into a conveniently placed wagon of hay. "Assassin's Pone, it's a game I got about parkour, and if I can't fly, then I'll learn to do the next best thing!" Applebloom jumped out of the wagon and looked to Scootaloo, who turned back to her with a look of concern. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Applebloom here tried to tell ye that there's a talkin' cupcake on her head. Now, are ye's gonna believe her or not, eh?"

Scootaloo laughed, falling down on her face and pounding the dirt maniacally beautifully. "Wow! Wow! You got me there! Wooo, Applebloom, I'm surprised you don't have your cutie mark in ventriloquism yet. You're pretty buckin' good there!"

Applebloom raged, taking her left back hoof and kicking Scootaloo in the face, forcing her to (fly) all the way into a window about 20 yards south. Considering what direction that was, and how far, Twilight's castle was strangely too close to the village. Obviously the chicken was not going to understand, so Applebloom ventured to the one pony who she knew could help her. Somepony skilled in magic and potions, training from birth to bend the physics of the earth.

"PIIIIIIIINKIIIIIEEEEEE!"

Sgt. Sprinkles was still trying to figure out why he was dragged here, but surely enough, he was only born ten minutes ago. Considering how far Pinkie's house (well, Sugarcube Corner, really) was from Twilight's Castle of Friendshipha. Gaayyyy., Applebloom must have been running pretty fucking fast. Still, why Pinkie? Sgt. Sprinkles did not even know what a Pinkie was and he questioned why Applebloom took him to be studied here rather than to Zecora's. But even then, how could that make sense? All he had been doing for the past ten minutes of his life was being dragged around by some loser blank flank who was really fighting the temptation to just eat him. Snot nosed brat. How he aquired such info in such a short amount of time is ridiculous.

(Sin Count: 21)

Sgt. Sprinkles jumped off of Applebloom's head and gestured for her to stop. Jack Black would be so proud. He stomped his foot down and ended up breaking his leg even more, as surely a cupcake with a candle skeleton could not handle such an epic fall, and he was broken enough from landing on his two feet already. Ten minutes old and he's already getting fucked up, by himself. Sgt. Sprinkles surely knew how to play the Game. Too bad it was already over.

Insert Gummy. Hungry.

The little alligator...crocodile....Gummy ran out of the front door, ssmelling the air intensely and spotting the cupcake standing there, fairly broken and delusional from his severe frosting-loss and internal frosting. He was surely immortal, at least until he went completely stale, so this agony was terrorizing for him. For Applebloom however, it was a roll for her. He flailed his wavy little noddle arms around as he screamed in agony how the Virgin Mary could let him go through so much pain, how could God have let him have been so foolish as to jump from the high head of a small filly onto soft dirt. Why God, Why-- no nerve endings. No pain. He was fine.

"Sgt. Sprinkles, your candle legs grew back..." Applebloom coughed as she finished laughing. "Can we just move on now, I don't think our nonexistent audience watching your painfilled dramatic death wants to watch you perform anymore."

"Eh, dat was class-A actin' right there! And if ye don't like it, ye can talk to my fist!" Sgt. Sprinkles shouted, as Applebloom bit his frosting arm off and ate it. He screamed in pain, despite not feeling pain and his arm growing back. Soon, Applebloom just stop caring for what he did and put him back onto her head again.

Oh right, Gummy.