What If...

by TheMajorTechie

butter knife met twinkle sprinkle

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Author's Note

KorokuRain13 demands this clash of titans!

*Cackles in having a bad cough and zero energy for the past half a week*


butter knife met twinkle sprinkle

"Puddle puddle in the hall, who's the edgiest of them all?" Butter Knife murmured into her reflection in an oil slick she found in a random hallway. It totally wasn't because she tripped and fell while carrying a bottle of vegetable oil to fry up some donuts. Nuh-uh. Absolutely not. The puddle was here the entire time, and likely apparated here for some higher reason that nopony could've possibly known about. Please ignore the half-empty bottle of vegetable oil sitting in the corner.

"Twinkle Sprinkle," a ghastly voice rose from the oil slick.

"WHOSAIDTHAT--" Margarine Spreader whirled around to meet the mare in question.

Twinkle Sprinkle stepped out of the shadows, her pale-violet coat glistening in the dusty air. "Never underestimate a mare who knows a thing or two about vocal projection," she smirked. "Alas, it is I, Twinkle Sprinkle, your soon-to-be-rival!"

"Not if I shank you first," Pale-yellow-semisolid-consisting-primarily-of-lipids Sharp-flat-edge-used-primarily-for-cutting-and-spreading-of-food-items spat. She stepped forward, forgetting momentarily that there was a puddle of oil in front of her. Unfortunately, she proceeded to slip and fall flat on her face.

"Haha! I win!" Twinkle Sprinkle skipped along past Wannabe Edgelord. "I shall consume these donuts you intended to make!"

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

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