It's another peaceful morning in Ponyville. As the sun rises, its glistening light shines upon an inanimate Crash's back, powering him up.

"GO GO PONY RANGERS!" an electronic jingle chimes through his chest.

"Ooh, that's a new one." Crash says intrigued.

The sound awakens the game-aholic colt.

"Good morning, Crash." he yawns. "What time is it?"

"Good morning, friend. It currently is 6:51. You have approximately 2.5 hours til your trip to school, give or take."

Button falls face first into his pillow after hearing this information.

"Ugh, wake me later." he muffles.

Crash trots over to his bedside and forcefully removes the bed sheets.

"You know what they say: 'up and at em'."

"You sound like Mom."

"I wouldn't be surprised, she is rather wise after all."

The annoyed foal hides his head under the pillow, covering his ears.

"Pity. Your peers seem to have taken a liking to you the other day."

"Stop patronizing me. They were all too busy admiring you." Button groans.

"Fine. Go to school without me, you'll see." Crash assures. "You will thank me later."

"Could Sweet- I mean, everypony truly like me now?" he wonders.

The conflicted colt lifts his head with a stoic look.

"F-Fine. I'll do it, but JUST to prove you wrong."

"We shall see." Crash says smugly.

Button jumps out of bed and prepares for the approaching morning...

Mentally.

After breakfast, Button attempts to sneak off to school before-

"Button, dear." his mother calls sweetly.

"Stealth mission failed. We'll get 'em next time. Buck!"

Defeated, he turns to an expectant Cream Heart, who has her arms open wide.

"Ugh, now?"

"Of course 'now'. You know I need my weekly hugs. Plus, you aren't getting your lunch until you do."

Button sulks as he slumps in her embrace.

"Time to return the favor." she hums.

"Fine." Button groans, halfheartedly patting her on the back. "Can I get my Mac 'n Chee now?"

Cream releases him and ruffles his mane.

"You like my hugs, don't deny it. Have a good day at school, hon. Love you."

"I luhmato." he grumbles taking his lunch bag.

"What was that? Couldn't hear ya."

"Urgh, I love you too!"

As Button trots out the door, he spots Crash snickering upstairs.

"One word, and you're scrap." he thinks.

Lunchtime at the schoolhouse.

Button's at a picnic table munching on the usual while playing the classic Konkey Dong.

"Take THAT! And THAT! That's for having plus signs in your teeth, and that's for taking a colt with short attention span's attention away from his Mac 'n- ooh look, a butterfly!"

He reaches the top and slams a mallet on Konkey's head.

"And THAT'S for letting Atom Saddler beat you! Haha!"

The 'Game Over' tag appears, followed by another, congratulating him for encouraging animal cruelty.

"Ugh, games always find a way to make you feel bad in the end."

Eventually, Silver Spoon plops down next to him.

"So Button, how hard was it to make Crash like that?" she asks in bewilderment.

"Eh, it was tough, but he pulled through." he says confidently. "It took more effort for Haybro to make that than their toy trains."

"Can he fly?" Scootaloo asks fluttering her wings in .

"I'm not sure if-"

"You're a genius, Button." one colt says.

"Again, can you help me with my homework?"

Soon, everypony surrounds the surprised gamer, chattering on about his brilliance.

"That was pretty cool." Snails slurs.

"It's still not too late to sell him early, Button!" Diamond Tiara assures.

All the other foals look at the rich filly sternly.

"Sorry, force of habit." she chuckles nervously.

Button himself is at a loss for words.

"Would you e-excuse me for a moment." he stutters turning away from the crowd.

"Geez, maybe Crash was right. I never got this much attention since I said No Mare's Sky wasn't that bad."

Putting on his 'best' confidence face, he turns back to the others.

"Yeah, Crash's a special work of mine, nothing serious." he says nonchalantly.

After school, the spontaneously popular colt happily trots his way home. As he reaches the neighborhood, Button spots a scattered trail of sparkling glitter. Of course, being a foal and all, his curiosity gets the best of him and he follows.

The trail would eventually lead him to the orchard outside of Ponyville near Sweet Apple Acres. There, the glitter leaks out of a nearby treehouse.

"I-Is anypony up there?" his voice echoed through the woods.

Nopony responds.

Button takes a closer examination at the flashy flakes, concluding that this is the crafty work of the female species.

Because, apparently that's how these colts think the world works.

The nerdy 'detective' accidentally inhales the evidence and lets out a loud sneeze, scaring off the birds in the branches.

Soon, AppleBloom pokes her head out of the window, visibly covered in the shiny substance.

"Oh, hi Button!" she says in surprise. "Whataya doin' here?"

"I knew it was girls!" he thought.

Colts these days.

"I saw this trail of glit- uh, glit- AH-CHOO!" he sneezes.

"Gesundhoof." she utters.

"Thanks. I said I found this trail of glitter and it led me here."

"That's cuz we're making the most awesome cart in Ponyville!" Scootaloo states extravagantly.

"Wanna help us test it, Button?" Sweetie Belle asks.

"YES!" Button blurts out excitedly. "I-I mean- sure. Be pretty cool."

"Great! Give us a sec 'n we'll be out in-"

AppleBloom pauses and looks back inside.

"H-Hey, did any of ya tie up the balloons?" she asks.

"I thought Scootaloo was supposed to do that." Sweetie says.

"I was adding the flame art!" Scootaloo adds.

"Quick, before-"

Suddenly, before the southern filly could finish, a mushroom cloud of purple glitter floods out of every hole, window or door.

The coughing Crusaders eventually crawl out of the treehouse tugging with them a long, three-seated cart covered with red stick-on flames at the front, stylish swirls in the middle and an apple bumper sticker labeled 'Buy some apples' in the back.

"So, is it cool, or is it COOL?" Scootaloo asks.

"Meh, looks better organized than the cart from Break-It Braff."

"Nice. That's kinda what I would've pictured in a Crusader cart."

"We know." she says. "Now let's get this show on the road."

"Where are going to test this, exactly?" Button asks.

"Up there."

Sweetie Belle points to an absurdly steep hill.

The frightened colt's heart sinks at the sight of it.

"D-Don't you think we'd get in trouble for this?"

"Of course not!" AppleBloom says. "Mr. Anon rode with us and he thought it was okay."

"Why, are ya scared?" the cocky pegasus taunts.

"N-No! Just didn't want my Mom on my case, that's all."

To prove his 'bravery', Button gallops and leaps into the front seat.

"I'm ready for anything!"

"That doesn't involve dismemberment, that is."

He looks down and notices the amount of seats on the wooden ride.

"Oops, there aren't enough seats, well I guess I can't go with you guys."

"It's fine, you take it." Scootaloo assures. "I'll be riding my scooter as always."

"...buck."

"But first, let's get this baby up the hill first."

"Yeah...let's-a-go." Button says defeated.

One tough trip up the hill later, the Crusaders +1 finally make it to the top.

A nervous Button places his backpack in his seat as he settles in. If it weren't for the white beauty's presence, he'd have hauled flank for home after the first 'Hey, Button'.

"Are ya ready, Crusaders...and Button?" AppleBloom asks in anticipation.

"Wheels, check." Sweetie says.

"Awesomely awesome flames, check." Scootaloo adds. "Scooter? Also check!"

"Scared off my propeller, check!!!"

"Let's do this!"

AB kicks the ground, pushing the cart forward...

Backwards, actually.

"Um, AppleBloom? Where are you going?" Sweetie asks.

"We were going on my side, weren't we?" AB says confused.

"Why would we go forward with the stickers in front?!"

"To look fancy?"

The cart slowly creeps its way to the edge.

"You know, at times like this I say to my self: 'MOTHER!'" Button yells as the cart rolls down the hill at top speed.

The terrified colt holds on for dear life as the others cheer, hooves in the air. The cart leans from side to side as it narrowly avoids the hill's trees, each one's branches smacking the poor one's face.

"Ow! How- ow, long til we- ow! Stop?!" he squeals.

"Don't worry, we've got an emergency brake." Sweetie states pulling said lever.

The cart slows down as it reaches the end.

Only for the lines to snap, leaving the cart at the mercy of gravity.

"Can we worry now?" he asks.

"Yes. Yes we can." AppleBloom says.

The three foals scream as Scootaloo struggles to slow the rogue cart down, to no avail.

Eventually, the group's eyes widen upon seeing a cliff in the horizon, making them scream even louder.

"What's all this sounds of anguish about?"

Suddenly, Crash pops out of Button's bag.

"Crash?! How'd you get here?"

"Hey, Crash." the Crusaders say casually before returning to their yelps for help.

"I simply stowed away in your bag of packing to see you do well without me, and you've succeeded." Crash states warmly.

"Cliff!" AppleBloom screams pointing ahead.

"Oh dear." Crash says.

Scootaloo screeches to a halt as the cart launches off the cliff, taking the foals with it.

"GUY!!!" she yells.

Out of nowhere, Crash crawls to the front of Button's side of the cart and attaches his hind legs to it as a large spinning propeller sticks out of his mane.

A distraught Scootaloo wipes her tears as Crash flies to the ground away from the cliff.

"I knew he could fly! Called it!" she says galloping towards the group.

Crash delicately places the cart down.

All aboard woozily emerge from the ride, barely able to stand.

The toy's propeller retracts inside as he turns to a shivering Button, clutching to his backpack.

"You're heart rate has increased, dramatically." he states. "I guess you could call that a 'heartstopping' experience. Heheh."

The colt falls on his side, stiff as a board.

Button.exe has stopped working.

"Button, old pal...?" he asks.

Author's Note

Crusader theme because why not?