Invisible Earth Pony: I'm Living A Lie

At school Applebloom found that many of the students and teachers wore deep frowns or melancholy expressions. She caught a glimpse of the teacher’s newspaper on her desk.

UNKNOWN VIRUS SPREADS TO OVER TWO HUNDRED PONIES IN PONYVILLE. HOSPITALS OVERWHELMED.

Virus? Applebloom assumed they meant the cutie pox or the feather flu. It was flu season so there was no reason to worry. However day after day the news of this virus spread like wildfire. Until it was something much more serious.

Ponies were dying.

The simple flu was now much more than that. Applebloom was sitting next to Tender Taps, “have you heard of this virus that ponies are dying from?”

“I know, I’m so worried about them, and ponies can’t find a vaccine or a cure!” Tender shook his head slowly.

“I’m sure they will,” Applebloom said, holding onto a thin strand of hope. After that it was lunch.

“What do ya want?”

“Wait, what,” Tender asked.

“From McLuna or do you wanna go somewhere else,” Applebloom asks as they enter Celestial’s, Diner.

Tender shrugged, “anything!”

“Okay two milkshakes, two hayburgers, and a cookie,” Applebloom ordered. Applebloom and Tender trot to a table.

“How are you gonna pay,” Tender asks. Applebloom created a bit purse under the table, she holds it.

“With this!” Applebloom smiles.

“You know, I see you take stuff out of thin air, how do you do it,” Tender replied.

Applebloom blushes. There was no reason to keep it a secret. And as much as Applebloom would hate to admit it, she trusted him in a way she never trusted anypony before. “I kinda am. Ya see, I can create things.”

“Out of thin air?” Tender Taps said, catching on. “I never have seen anypony do that not even a unicorn!”

“Well they disappear after five minutes,” Applebloom says.

“That makes sense,” Tender paused. “Maybe if you were a unicorn then they would be permanent. N-No offense.”

Applebloom never thought of it that way, “do you believe me?”

“I’d believe you more if you made something for me,” Tender said. Applebloom waves her hoof across the table, many boxes of nachos and fries appeared on the table.

“Wow,” Tender said, he grabbed a can of soda and chugged it down.

Applebloom waved her hand and it all disappeared, even the juice as it flowed in Tender’s mouth. “Even if ya eat it it disappears!” Applebloom remade her bit purse right as the stallion called out their number. Soon their trays were placed on the table. Applebloom munched her cookie as she watched Tender slurp down his milkshake.

“So you can just make things,” Tender asked after a long slurp.

“I guess so, but only from memory.” Applebloom thought back to the time she remade that milk carton. She barely remembers the neat black words engraved on the surface of the carton, but she made that with ease.

“So you don’t remember your foalhood home?” Tender asked, “if you could you could remake it.”

“My foalhood,” Applebloom decided to come clean. “I don’t remember, ya see, I have the sneakin’ suspicion my parents aren’t my parents, they're my foal nappers and my real parents are somewhere else.”

Tender spat out his milkshake, he coughed, wiping his mouth with his hoof, “really?!”

“And I found a chest inside my ‘parents’ office, I wanted to get in there and open it but, it’s locked!” Applebloom added.

“Just make a lockpick,” Tender quipped.

“A what now,” Applebloom squinted.

“A lockpick, it can open any lock! But I guess you can’t make it…,” Tender sighed.” Cause you don‘t know what it is,” Tender stole a bite of his hayburger.

Applebloom smiled, “it’s okay. I have a plan, you can come over to my house and we can unlock the office together!”

Tender Taps seemed dizzy all of a sudden, “okay…”