Author's Note

Someone pointed out there was someone missing from these shenanigans.

Bonus Chapter

Thunderlane walked through the door of his room, dropping his backpack to the floor. As he began to kick off his shoes, he wondered why the window was open. He could’ve sworn it was closed when he left.

Before he could think to ask if his mom had opened it, he was distracted by something on the bed. It was a small, white, vaguely familiar bunny. Holding a knife. And not just a kitchen knife, but a fancy butterfly knife.

“Hey there little guy,” Thunderlane said, softening his voice as he stepped toward the creature. “Did you come in the window?”

As he reached his hand out, the bunny moved and swung the knife. He jumped back and fell, almost comically, onto the floor. After making sure he still had his fingers, he carefully examined the bunny.

“I swear I’ve seen this in a webcomic,” Thunderlane muttered. “You’re Fluttershy’s bunny, aren’t you? Your name’s ‘Angel’, right?”

The bunny nodded. Later, Thunderlane would have some sort of freak out over the fact that he was talking to a bunny, and the bunny understood him. Sure there was magic in this world now, but only Fluttershy had been able to talk to animals. Maybe Angel could understand him because it was so used to Fluttershy’s magic that it had gained some concept of Human Language.

Or perhaps Thunderlane was just hallucinating. Never buy from the hippie bake sale kids.

“Let me guess,” Thunderlane began, swallowing his existential crisis. “You’re here to warn me of what happens if I hurt Flutters?”

The bunny nodded.

“Any specific threats?” he asked.

Angel waved the knife menacingly.

“Right,” he nodded. “Well, I’m not going to hurt him. Promise.”

Angel regarded him for a moment, and honestly Thunderlane was a bit terrified of how sharp that knife looked. Thankfully, that seemed to be enough for him. Angel hopped back to the open window, giving one last threatening knife wave before dropping outside.

As soon as his legs could work, Thunderlane slammed the window shut and flopped onto the bed, contemplating what exactly happened. After a few moments of that, he did the only thing he could think of. He texted Rainbow Dash.

“So, what would you say if I told you I just got threatened by a rabbit?”

“Damn, forgot about Angel. Did he bring the knife?”

“The rabbit has a KNIFE and you FORGOT?”

“In my defense, I didn’t think he could find your address.”

“He managed to apparently get a fancy butterfly knife! I’m pretty sure a bunny that can buy or steal a butterfly knife is capable of finding my address!”

“Repeat that sentence in your head and you’ll see why I didn’t think of it.”

“Fair enough. This is my life now, isn’t it?”

“Welcome to the Pegasus Fam.”

“The Pegasus Fam?”

“Well, I wanted to jokingly call it ‘the Mile High Club’, but everyone else said no.”

“I wonder why…”

“Point taken.”