Promises: These are their stories

One late February day was experiencing a heatwave in rural Canterlot county, 2019. In a certain castle, nearly two month old Joey Santiago laid inside of her gold plated crib. Looking out the slightly open window, and feeling the warm breeze, She breathed in and out. Joey was fascinated by the fact that this air had a stronger, more woody scent than what she was used to.

Loud footsteps were heard, and Princess Pinkpoint, one of her “aunts” entered the room with a bag of soy based product in her hand.

“Hey brats” she greeted, before heading towards the crib of Joey's twin brother Ronaldo ll.

“Hi. What need?” Asked the baby boy.

“I need your guy’s help. Should I use tofu instead of cow cheese in a cheesecake I am making? Aunt Pinkie brought it with her all the way from the east!” she held up a sketch she made that was supposed to resemble the vegan dessert.

She bought the bag closer to Jr.’s nostrils, but the baby wrinkled his nose.

“Nasty”

“Okay, we’ll let’s see what your sister thinks”

The princess presented the bag to Joey. She tried to sit up to grasp it, but failed. Joey frowned and wondered why she was still unable to sit up. Surely it was all this useless weight. The little girl felt herself getting heavier by day, and her parents seemed to always be comparing her development with her brother’s.

“Trying to kill them?” Asked Scooter Flame playfully who came out of nowhere. He was an “uncle” to the twins.

Pinkpoint frowned and attempted to quickly hide the bag of tofu. The 12 year old boy gasped before running towards the princess and tackling her from the back.

“Better thank me for saving your lives kids!” He yelled.

“Get off me!” Pinkpoint screeched from the hard marble floor, as she attempted to throw him off.

“Not until you tell me what you were planning to do with that celestia forsaken garbage”

“Never” growled the princess humorly.

“Cake” piped Joey.

The preteen boy blinked, and shook his head furiously. “Nope”

“Why not?? No magic in this world can even treat all your nasty bouts of flatulence brought on by dairy. Let me go already by the way”

The boy laughed and got up. When the princess got to face the twins, she realized how suspicious the scene must have looked, so she narrowed her eyes and placed her right pointer towards her mouth.

Scooter Flame quickly left the room, and Sweetie Belle walked in. She was carrying a plush yak.

“Hey babies!” She chirped. “I brought something for you guys to share. It was handmade by a friend who ran out of all the necessary material to make it, but that should be ok for now”

“I think they’re pretty individual people now Belle” Pinkpoint warned.

The purple and pink haired preteen lifted the twins to place them side by side on the velvet couch. She handed the toy to Joey, who buried her face in the fur and squeezed its horns with all her might. Ron Jr.’s face reddened before he frowned and started to wail.

“Use your words boy” Snapped Pinkpoint.

“That mine!” He protested.

The baby was somehow able to reach for one of the plushies feet, but it flinged off the couch’s reach, and onto the floor, many feet away:

Joey gasped at the marble before flailing her arms and legs in protest

“YOU’RE AN A*SHOLE!” She shrieked when she faced her brother.

The princess and Sweetie Belle’s mouths dropped open. Where did she learn that from?!

“Language child!!”

Pinkpoint rushed over towards the little girl before lifting her up and whacking her bottom. The baby howled and tears streamed down her face.

“What’s wrong with you?!” yelled Sweetie Belle. “Linka and Ron didn’t give us permission to do that, besides that’s no way to treat a young infant!”

The princess shook her head.

“If she can speak, then she should know the consequences of her words”

Sweetie Belle sighed and left the room. Joey continued to cry.

“Okay! Fine. I shouldn’t have treated you like that, but you need to show your family respect above anyone else.