Author's Note

As if this fic wasn't random enough already amirite

Also I'm writing this on my phone. I WILL take the plot wherever the typos will.

What if 2 got its first Randomness chapter?

"Sister," Luna crept into clelestias bedroom. This was different from celestias bedroom, as celestial was a different entity entirely. As was clelestias. Something something phone keyboard something.

Luna finished typing on said phone keyboard, sneaking back out of the room. Her mission was a success.

Keyword: was.

As for Celestia and clelestias and celestial, the three remained huddled on Celestia's bed. And they were roommates.

"What is it that your sister has done, dear roomie?" Clelestias rolled over on the bed and onto celestial. "She has typed an unknown string into your phone."

"Attempting to unlock it, I'm sure," Celestia mumbled. "She will never get her gamer hooves on our nuclear launch codes, do not worry."

Celestial wheezed in "being crushed to death by a fully grown horse".

Trixie slid out from under the bed. "Heyyyyyy, is this a bad time to ask about Trixie hat? Orrrrr--"

Celestia lit her horn without even turning to look at Trixie and telepoeted her to Jupiter. Yes, she is no longer even in the solar system of equestria. Oh wait, nevermind there she is.

"You're saying this poetry trixie reads from this book will be audible from here all the way to the plant let Jupiter from a solar system she's never even heard of?" Trixie hooked through the pages. "Ah, trixie cannot read."

The plant let jupiter sigh in relief. If that plant had experienced even a single second of trixie reading poetry, then it would've exploded the planet Jupiter.

Unfortunately for trixie, her failed telepoetation meant she was now sentenced to life in rlprison for tax evasion. Somehow. yes. Rlprison. Short for real-life prison. Catch her in alcatraz for the way shes accused of magicking away money from mister taxman.

Clelestia finally rolled back to her specified spot on the bed, leaving in her wake a fruit roll-up formerly known as Celestial, second roommate of Princess Celestia.

"Thank you," th3 fruit roll-up wheezed.

Clelestial, that ungrateful bastard, didn't even say a word in response.

Celestia yawned, content with the fact that she had finally banished the dreaded trixie under her bed.

Trixie slid out from under the bed. Again. "So about trixie's hat--"

Trixie was banished to the glue mines.

Hm. I wonder what happened to the starting plot of this chapt--*explodes*