My Little Dork

Sweetie worked fast, She took Button’s knife. Found a towel. Used the knife to cut the towel. She quickly took towel pieces and wrapped them around Button’s cuts. They were still bleeding. “Applebloom, get Rumble, tell him to fly back to Ponyville as fast as he can, get Love Tap, and Nurse Redfield as fast as he can,” Sweetie told Applebloom.

Applebloom galloped down the stairs. “Rumble, Button is in the bathroom, he had cut himself, BAD, fly back to ponyville as fast as you can, get Love Tap and Nurse Redfield, get them back here as fast as you can.  Me and Sweetie are trying to stop the bleeding to no success, GO,” she shouted.

Rumble galoped out the hose, as he started to flap his wings. He took off flying full speed. Why Button, why did this happen to him. He started thinking about a time Pip, Button, and him were hanging out at the end of the school year.

“How is Rumble the first one of us to get a mare-friend, like what does that tell us about our social standing?” Button asked laughing, as the rest cracked up. They were trotting to the store to get some chips, they were going to just hang out, play pon-box. After they got the chips, they were playing the Mortal Colt-bat. Button was playing as Jade as he pulled off the X-Ray as the group of colts cringed, as the x-ray was pulled off. “That was brutal,” Rumble said.

“Alright, who wants to fight the master?” Button asked.

“Challenge accepted,” Rumble said, picking Freddy. As the match started, Button, playing as Johnny Colt, was getting slashed up by Freddy’s clawed hoof. He used his teleport move, jumping behind Johnny, stabbing him in the back, as Shao Kahn’s roar was heard.

“Finish Him!” He shouted. The tune sounded as Freddy jumped behind him, stabbing Jonny with his claw. Dragging him into a volcano, as the thing erupted blood shot out.

“Yes!” Rumble shouted. Button was stunned, his mouth gaping.

“That was awesome,” Button said, he was beat. Pip went up, as Button gave him the controller.

*Button’s POV at Sweet Apple Acres*

I was not focusing at all, I was bleeding out, how could I. I felt Sweetie hug me, I could feel that she was sobbing. I did not feel a cutting pain, just guilt, overwhelming guilt. My eyelids felt heavy. “B-Button, don't go-” Sweetie said sobbing “- please don't go Button, don't fall asleep,”

How could I do this to her, to them. I could only think of saying one thing. “S-Sweetie, I-I’m sorry,” I said as everything went dark.