As everyone knows, not all goes as planned. One might go outside for a lovely evening stroll, only to lose one’s wallet, or be eaten by lions.
The same goes for actions of both wicked and noble people. One might be trying to light a candle in order to provide light for your fellow party members to see their way down the dark tunnel you are traversing, but instead accidentally ignite a gas leak, burying all of you under three tons of rubble and dirt. Similarly, one might be attempting to deflate the tires of an ambulance to keep the head of a certain organization from being rushed to the hospital to be treated for a deadly fungus infection, only to be run over by the ambulance as it backs up.
And sometimes, you may be trying to shoot down a crow carrying a very important Sugar Bowl to secure it and use it to your own devilish designs, but instead it falls into the failsafe of a hotel owner who thought of something just for that occasion.
And sometimes, you may be trying to retrieve said Sugar Bowl from a pond, only to find out that it was already removed by someone who had gotten to it first.
We can only guess where things go when they are lost. Like when one loses a sock to the washing machine, there is no telling where it goes. However, this sugar bowl is far more important than a simple sock that you once lost.
The bowl wasn’t there when a certain individual came to retrieve the vessel for dissacharides . Cursing his luck, the man ran from the scene and got into his taxi, speeding away. The Hotel Denouement burned in the background, the last safe place becoming nothing but ashes to be spread across the winds.
As for the sugar bowl? It sank, deep into the water weeds at the bottom of the pool, deep into the catalogue that Dewy Denouement had worked so hard to keep safe, indeed, past the body of Dewy Denouement himself. But, it didn’t stop there. This Macguffin continued to sink, until it was floating, up to the surface of the water of a river.
In Which a Sugar Bowl is Descovered
In Which a Sugar Bowl is Descovered
Pinkie Pie was out bouncing and doing Pinkie Pie like things when she noticed the odd sugar bowl floating lazily on the surface of the river just outside of Ponyville.
‘OOH! Now that’s a funny thing to find floating in a river!’ thought Pinkie to herself merrily. Pinkie pie leaned forward and plucked up the small container with her teeth, taking note at the faint taste of sugar from the object.
Pinkie Pie skipped back to Sugarcube Corner, and merrily pranced to her residence above the shop, and placed the bowl on a table, with other objects she acquired on her daily “walks”. Pinkie being the hyper pony she tends to be, lost interest in the object rather quickly, and it wasn’t until later that night, that she rediscovered the object on her table.
Oddly, the small bowl seemed to have moved slightly while she was gone. Pinkie quickly shrugged it off, but now an overwhelming curiosity seemed to have taken over her.
“Hm! Time to check what’s in my sugar bowl here!” Pinky Pie began to lift the cover of the bowl.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door to the shop below.
“Now that’s odd, who in all of Equestria would be coming to a sweet shop other than me at this hour?” thought a slightly confused Pinkie Pie, as she walked downstairs and opened the dull pink door.
“Pinkie Pie! Have you seen my copy of ‘Advanced Potions in the Sixth Dynasty?” Twilight Sparkle almost screamed, in a clearly anxious voice.
Pinkie abandoned the thought of the sugar bowl, and ran to aid her worried friend. “Nope! Can’t say I have! But if you’re that super duper party pooper worried about it then I’ll help you! I wasn’t really planning on doing anything that important tonight, except sleeping that is.” said Pinkie with a goofy grin on her face.
“Well good, because I promised Zecora I would return it later today.” The two ponies strolled off, not noticing the irregular shadow of the most insidious villain the Elements of Harmony had ever faced being illuminated by the lantern outside the shop. The unusual being quietly crept towards the door of the small sweets shop.
And stubbed his toe on an carelessly placed anvil.
“ARGH! Who keep anvils just lying around?” Screamed the mysterious figure, completely forgetting he was trying to be stealthy.
Alarmed by the sudden outburst in the night, most of Ponyville quickly awoke and threw open their shutters, barely giving the despicable individual enough time to slink back into the shadows.
After hours of searching through Twilight’s library, only to find the missing book lying on the table, an exhausted Pinkie Pie bounced ever so slightly back to her home, making a mental note that she had left her anvil outside again, and then proceeding to head upstairs to her room above the shop.
“That’s weird. The sugar bowl has been moved again.” She noted as she slumped at her desk, taking no heed to this dire warning, she fell asleep right there, not even bothering to go into her bed.
She was in a dark room, with only the sugar bowl in front of her in a pale spot light. Pinkie Pie went to approach the bowl, only to be startled by a large eye staring at her from the darkness watching her every move. As Pinkie grasped the lid and attempted to remove it to reveal what was inside, there was a bright flash of light then...
*thud*
Pinkie Pie woke with a start, just in time to see the sugar bowl laying on it’s side, on the floor, lid still firmly attached.
‘Ok now something weird is definitely going on here...’ The pink pony thought thought as she looked cautiously around her room. She felt an eerie presence, one she had felt before... but what?
