Sunday, January 10th
Early Morning
Weather: Sunny
Creation's Room
Creation woke up and looked out his window, the sun’s brilliant rays blasting through the window, causing him to squint his eyes ever so slightly. After he let out a mighty yawn and performed his morning stretches, he would open his door and go straight downstairs for breakfast, not even bothering to comb his matted mane. However, when he made it to the last step, he found that his cousins and grandmother were waiting for him, each with a purse.

"H-huh..? Where are you guys going?" Creation groggily asked as he rubbed his tired eyes.

"To the Barcelponian Market," Mint said.

"Oh.. Alright." Creation responded complacently as he continued his journey to the kitchen, only to be halted, and pulled back to the mares with a cherry red aura of magic grasped around his tail.

"Oh no, you don't, mister! You are not going to be like your father. All he does is sleep, eat, and work. I'm not letting you do the same thing. Come on, we’re gonna spend some quality family time together, it’ll be nice! Please?" Cherry pleaded as she gave him the puppy eyes. Creation tried to hold his mental ground, but her puppy face was too strong for his resolve. He would let out a sigh once he knew he was defeated, which only made Cherry’s smile grow into a grin.

"Fine.." He groaned, trudging back upstairs to get his satchel, comb his mane and splash his face with water so he didn’t look so... Dead. After that, they would all go out to the market for the day.

Morning
Market Street, Barcelponia
The day was very long. Shopping can be fun, but Creation finds it very tiring, especially when there were no art supplies anywhere... They bought all kinds of stuff. Food, Clothing, Cloths... All types of needs and wants.

‘How do these 3 have so much money?! Oh wait, I forgot.. You’re talking about the #2 chef in Equestria..’ Creation thought to himself, though his focus is broken by the slight commotion happening behind him.

“Crimson, I don't have time for you or your friends' antics today.." Said a young, beautiful mare. She had a nice snow-white coat, with silvery hair, and nice storm gray eyes. Her cutie mark was a beautiful thorn rose with two petals falling off.

"Aw, c'mon lil' filly. Don't just give me that stare. You could at least show some appreciation for all I’ve done for you. Come on, Belle. I just wanna talk.." The crimson pegasus commented, trying to sound hurt. Upon observation, his cutie mark was that of a white sonic boom, with a red lightning bolt in the middle. His hair was feathered like most of the male superstars in Equestria nowadays. The mare just continued to pay him no mind.

"I can handle myself, you know. Now, leave me be." Belle retorted, with quite the icy hiss in her voice.

"Yeah. I suggest that you leave my daughter alone.." A deep masculine voice stated, coming from an approaching gray stallion, with gray and black hair, ruby-red eyes, and an eye patch. His cutie mark was... unsettling, being a gavel with a noose tied around it. It seemed that this bronco has some sort of reputation. The air itself seemed super still and frozen almost.

"Uh... Let's skedaddle, dudes!" One of Crimson's lackeys squeaked before they all made a mad dash away from the newcomer and his supposed daughter. Belle turned to the stallion and huffed.

"Dad, I could have handled that myself!" Belle said, angrily.

"You should be thanking me. I spared you the effort." The stallion stated blankly and blatantly. Belle simply huffed and walked off. The stallion gave off a small nose flare and started to walk past Creation, though Creation shortly afterward was caught in his sight, causing the dark stallion to turn to the colt.

"Hey, you... Were you flirting with my daughter?" He inquired with frozen rage plastered across his words causing Creation to panic, though a shaky response did leave his lips.

"U-u-um, n-no sir, Mr....." Creation replied, looking at the stallion, hoping that he would either say his name or just leave him at that. Creation would have preferred the latter, but instead got the former.

"Strike. Justice Strike. And, I'll let you in on a little secret..." Justice leaned into Creation's ear with a slow and eerie lean forward.

"If I ever catch you flirting with my daughter, I will wait until you're alone... Then, I'll gut you like a fish. Understand?" He said, glaring at the dead center of Creation’s soul with only his words. Creation simply nodded his face white with fear.

"Well then, have a great day," Justice said politely, walking off as if this was an everyday thing for him... And by the looks of things, it was. Cherry Drink would soon walk up to her frozen grandson.

"Seems you've met Mr. Tough Justice there." She said with a bit of a sour tone, something that isn’t really common with this sweet old lady.

"Y-yep... Let's just go home for the day..." Creation suggested, his voice still trembling as the threat from Justice continued to resound through his mind, wondering why he, of all people, was threatened.

"Alright, if you say so. Mint! Cinnamon! Come on! We're going home for the day! Let’s get ready to make dinner!" Cherry Drink shouted through the now thinner market as the sun began to set. Mint and Cinnamon came walking down the lane, and once they had caught up to the other 2, the quartet began to advance home.

Evening
Creation's Room
Creation tucked himself into his bed, looking at his still blank white ceiling. Man, he really needed some paint.

'This year will be... Interesting. Interesting, indeed...' Creation thought to himself, as the Sandpony did his work, and put him to sleep.

Author's Note

You may now travel to the Barcelponian Market during your Free Time.
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Introduced in this chapter is two of Evilworld’s OCs. Justice Strike and Belle Rose.