Maniacal Murderers

Oh bright blessed days of summer, what will I do?! Okay calm, calm; I'm sure I'm making this out to be more than I think... NOPE! He's a freakin' apple pie maker! This is without a doubt, the end. Unless... I pretend I'm not an apple! Yes, that could just work. Now all I need to work out is what the mortal enemy of an apple is...

A short while later.

This is absolute genius, only minimal effort for something that changes my disguise in both a direct and indirect way! I am Big Delicious, the tomato! When I come to power, all fruit will proverbially kneel before my genius. It's in their best interest; they just don't know it yet. No self-respecting individual would bring a tomato to work as a fruit (even though it is), it's simpler to avoid the inevitable argument by not brining one at all...

Oh, it looks like he's coming to a stop. Maybe this is the place, and if so, I wonder if some of the harvest from Ponyville will be here. I doubt they would have major competition so close to one another, but then these ponies don't do anything much in a logical way; after all, they don't even photosynthesise! Well, the place seems very average looking; no strange looking torture machines within sight, at least they have the decency to at least try and hide their audacious crimes from the prying eyes of the population. I wonder if they sell these apple pies on the black market? After all, they are made from the processed inners of sentient beings; without their consent, in the form of a donor card from a death from a non-related incident.

Hmm, I wonder why he left me in this small closet... perhaps it's where they keep those strange 'external storage devises for additional resources', or "bags" for short. Ponies are so strange, why would you need to wear anything other than the skin you were born with? Never mind, it looks like he wont be coming back for a short while at least; better get comfortable.

A couple of hours later, in the lunch room.

"Ugh, a tomato! You're the worst fruit, and you should be ashamed."

"Tomatoes, a fruit? Don't think so."

Well, that could of gone a little better; it turns out he's allergic to tomatoes. Still, it's no need to throw me out of the window. It seems I underestimated the bigotry of these ponies... tomatoes may be disgusting, but that's no need to attempt to murder them. In any case, I wasn't really a tomato, and apples after all are hardier. But if I didn't land in that bush, I would of probably have been splattered all over the road; a welcome meal for the local wildlife. Thank the Royal Sisters that wasn't the case!

Shortly after looking around for any dangers, I saw a sign leading straight to the school. The only thing I would need is a mode of transport...

A short while, and one convenient mode of transport later...