[Takeover] When two ponies meet.

It was just a normal day in Ponyville for me, my name is Twister and I’m a pegasus. I’m eight years old and in Cherilee’s class. I haven’t earned my cutie mark yet but I don’t care much about it, despite the torment that Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon have given me. The color of my fur is tan gold and my mane is purple. I am basically the average pegasus pony with the exception that I can’t fly.

I live with my mom, dad, and two older brothers. They don’t care as much for my safety as most ponies would, considering my age. It works for me because I have the freedom to make my own mistakes. However, I know my parents are always there when I need them. I don’t normally hang out with other ponies but when I do it is mainly Rumble who I hang out with. On one occasion I decided to hang out with the Cutie Mark Crusaders. When they offered me to be a member, but I asked if we could hang out first and then make my decision.

It didn't end too well when I tried to get my fishing cutie mark. Let’s just say I didn't know how painful to three hooks inside me at once could be. Not to mention that the boat ended up sinking and Scootaloo grabbed the fishing poles to avoid flowing with current when I made it to the bank and they didn't. I spent the rest of the day in the hospital getting shots to avoid infections and to get the hooks, unfortunately, surgically removed due to Scootaloo pulling them deeper into my body.

When I left the hospital the Cutie Mark Crusaders were outside waiting for me.

The first question Scootaloo asked was, “Are you okay?”

“So do you wanna to be a Crusader?” asked Apple Bloom.

When I first heard this I was greatly confused.

“Twister are you okay? You’re looking kind of pale!” exclaimed a concerned Sweetie Belle.

I squeaked until I gained the nerve to say one sentence that totally surprised the three little fillies.

“You guys hooked me on your boat, said boat sank, pulled the fishing poles with the hooks inside of me, made me go to the hospital to get enough shots to kill a bunny and you still want me to be a Crusader?”

When the three fillies head drooped and Apple Bloom sadly said “I guess you don’t want to, sorry for wasting your time.”

The three fillies turned around and began to walk away and I uttered a sentence that stopped them dead in their tracks.

“I don’t want to be a Crusader yet, but I never said I never wanted to be one. Despite everything that’s happened to me I actually had fun, though maybe next time we try something that doesn't require hooks. I think I have a new phobia of hooks and needles.” I said.

The second the Crusaders heard this they immediately turned around, jumped on me, and gave me a hug.