If there was one thing that proved to be noticeable, then it’d be the sheer darkness taking no time whatsoever to envelope anything and anyone around itself; however, there were many things that had counteracted the situation at hand. For starters, there were rather infinite clusters of comets and stars in every shape and size possible shining above with only the crescent concave watching them all at once, brighter than diamonds and even heavier than burritos. Of course, even without a cloud in sight, they would not remain alone to themselves unnoticed: within a large dream drop distance was a civilization defined in various materials, a few being fit for the likes of even three little pigs. The calm gentle breeze surfed across the darkened blades of grass surrounding it all on a solid plane of existence alongside with the concrete pathways that were intersecting one another in more ways than just simple straight lines. In the background had rested an abundance of skyscrapers standing outside in the cold distance, each of them adorned with static electricity concentrated firmly on illuminating the quadrangular shapes in a monochromatic afterglow.

Of the many households within the neighborhood that were almost identical to each other, only one of them in particular had stood out and about. Its appearance had done well to blend in with the majority of area, timber framing being some chocolaty roofing matching the door underneath. Already covered up in a colorful coating of a clear vanilla cream, it’d already created a cool, calm, and calculative centerpiece seen and heard. Many of the wholesome square windows around it were either closed or obscured by the blinds, one of which was blocked off by a large shrubbery. Only the red bricks had added the finishing touch to this picturesque residence, some of which was now outlining the straight and narrow pathway. Aside from an opened garage door that was in a darker shade, a backboard hang inches away from a rooftop’s angle where a satellite dish stood.

At this point onward, a little red car was found to be pulling up to the driveway, entering the garage almost immediately real slowly. As soon as its engine was shut off, a tall white unicorn stepped out wearing long luscious locks of goldenrod running past the neckline. A red blouse was already donned upon her very body, already instantaneously accompanied by a pair of some midnight blue jeans as well. All of the white mare’s eyes were opened to find its owner’s pupils bearing the brightness of an ocean blue dulled and listless to a fault.

“I’m glad the day’s about over…” she’d sighed.

It wasn’t long until the white mare met with another tall unicorn, albeit a blue stallion with saliva curling down his wrinkly muzzle. He’d possessed a lighter shade of color right upon his mane and tail, spiky and unkempt; addition, he also donned a unibrow. The blue unicorn donned a big white coat along with a light aquamarine shirt and brown khakis held together by a lone black belt. Like her, he peered out with blue eyes except the world of midnight was within them both almost without a care in the whole world.

The elder unicorn greeted, “rough day at work…?”

“Usual…” the younger counterpart answered before trotting away, “see you in the morning, Dad…”

Needless to say, he was alone, now sitting in a chair and facing a screen.

Author's Note

What's up, bitches? This is your host Pony Rick in the hizzouse and I want to say that I'm glad that this creepy story is over already; good thing my Summer beat the shit out of the writer!

Besides, we got one more adventure to go on before we wrap things up for the rest of the whole fucking year but look on the bright side: you ain't going be read about my grandson getting laid awkwardly like some homemade porn star!

After all, I'm still going to find more of that fagara dipping sauce because it's my three– hooved stallion and I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get that flavoring; I ain't ever going let anyone stop me from getting to the end: no magical incestuous cunts, no National Socialist alt–right cyborgs, and certainly no perverted sexually frustrated twat of a writer with ASD who lives with his parents in some sleepy ass town thirty leagues from the surface of the fucking ocean!

To those of you who want to see more ponies, support that white alicorn redhead's legacy by watching the show and the movie; to those of you who want see Rick and Morty go on an adventure with your President Ohana but not that Don Rung, tune in this Sunday for the season finale of their adventure!

Quoting the words of yours truly, Ricardo de la Sancho, "wubba lubba dub dub…!"