H. P, F. D, Meatball and Me!

        After a war, a confession, a lie, and a brief game of tug-of-war with Headsplit's doll, everyone voted to walk to Licorice and Lemon Drops, (an old fashion candy shop down the street from my house that sells candy for from 1¢ to $1.00 ) and spend $20.00 on a stash for the night.

        Halfway down the street, Meatball stopped,

        "Guys, I think we lost Fallout." he said.

        "Either that or he's using sneak mode and we just can't see his gamer tag." I joked, "Maybe he glitched out and left the game!" Headsplit was not amused.

         His phone dinged twice, then Meatball's and mine. I checked to see if I had gotten a text, nope, an email.

        "It's from F. D." I tapped the text and typed in my password, "He sent us a link labeled 'Cupcakes'. Probably a prank."

        When we got to the shop, I checked the text, waiting for my phone to die or my apps to delete themselves or something like that. I sat down at a chessboard table in the corner of the small store.

        "Want anything?" Headsplit asked. I shook my head and looked back down at my phone. It was a website called Fimfiction.net, and it was some sort of an MLH fanfiction site. It immediately took me to a story called Cupcakes.

        I read the first paragraph and started to wonder why Fallout had sent this... Then I got to the real reason he sent it, and I thought Pinkie Pie was his favorite human...

        "Feather Quill! We're ready to go!" Headsplit called as he paid for their loot. They had gotten four grocery bags full of sweets. Meatball choked on a wrapper as he shoved Tootsie Rolls into his mouth. When he got outside he spit out a huge glob of chocolate caramel with piece of wax paper stuck in it.

        "Now," he said, "what exactly were you doing on your phone for a half hour that was more important than looting a candy store with your bros?" I read it aloud to them as we walked back to my house. I had almost finished as we got to the driveway.

        "Ugh," I groaned, "I think I'm gonna be sick, that story plus two pounds of pure sugar do not equal a happy pony." I unlocked the front door and F. D. jumped out with a Pinkie Pie mask and straight pink wig on.

         " Oh, my BUCKING CELESTIA, DAMMIT!!!" I screamed, " SHE HAS COME TO HARVEST OUR INTERNAL ORGANS!!!" I think I peed a little, and I KNOW H. P. did, because a leetle puddle formed under his left hoof.

        I realized who it was and let out a sigh of relief, then I slugged him.

        "oops," I said weakly as he got up, nose bleeding, " if you look at it through my perspective, you kind of deserved it," Meatball and Headsplit looked like they were going to explode, they were trying not to laugh so hard.