Button's Manehatten Minute

Chapter 2

Run Away to the Arcade

Button didn’t wait to find out. He planted his hooves firmly, and launched himself forward. The voice behind him yelled, “Hey, what’s wrong?”, but it was too late. Button’s paranoia had gotten the better of him, and he had to go. Besides, such a place as the red light district just wasn’t for him.

Granny Grant’s Ginormous Gaming Goal was though. He took in a deep breath as he stood outside of the doors, letting his heart rate rest. Another few steps in, and he would be surrounded by that which he knew. Even more than just hyperbole even, as he’d been there before with his best buddies. Admittedly though, it wasn’t nearly as late as it was now.

Still, just being able to hear the arcade machines blaring through the thin doors, being able to smell the greasy arcade food, it all made his fingers twitched. The nervousness of before, the exhaustion of his dead sprint, it all melted away as he opened the door.

Glancing around the arcade, he smiled, happy to see that the night was as exciting as the day here, as dozens of kids were hanging out around the place. His eyes scanned the room, checking off which machines were available, and how long the line for food was, because he could honestly use some relaxation.