Eternity well spent

"Isn't this cool?" Quilt chirped, beaming up at me. I blinked and leered down at her.

"It's a pile of syrup on leftover pancakes," I responded, gesturing to her plate with my ghostly arm. "You really called me up to your room for this?" She recoiled and scowled.

"Peter, it looks like Celestia." I flinched and checked again. I rolled my head one way and then the other. She rolled her eyes and waved her hoof over it. "See, that part's her mane and that's her horn!" I leaned closer and then drifted into the floor to look even closer. After a moment I turned to face Quilt, who was still smiling.

"I'm going back to bed." Her smile fell as I began to drift towards the door.

"WAIT!" She squealed and raised a hoof. I paused and looked back at her with an annoyed glare.

"What?" She blinked and glanced back at the clock by her bed. I looked between her and the clock as she stared at it in silence, her hoof slowly rising as it ticked on. I blinked. "What?" She raised her hoof and then nodded.

"Okay, never mind," she turned back to me with a smile. I glared at her before rolling my eyes and drifting away. As I flowed by to Frill and my room, I saw Cozy galloping towards Quilt's door.

"Morning," I called out, but she didn't reply and vanished around the corner. I frowned but then grunted. "Right, she can't see me." Shrugging, I flew back to my room.

Quilt and Cozy rolled on the floor with laughter. "That was perfect!" Cozy cackled and gasped for breath. "We timed it perfect!"

"He didn't suspect a thing!" Quilt wheezed and coughed before flinching and then snorting with an antsy smirk. She scrambled to her hooves and nudged Cozy. "He just screamed through our link. Get ready!"

Cozy squeaked and rolled over before taking a confident stance at the door. They watched the door eagerly, occasionally sharing a look and a giggle before shushing each other. After just a few moments, there was a crackling pop outside and a flash of red between the cracks of the door. Immediately after, the door was violently kicked open as Peter took a single, thunderous step inside.

Under one arm, he held a half-awake Frill, who scanned the room with lidded eyes and bewilderment. With his free hand, he jabbed a damning finger at Cozy and worked a venomous snarl onto his face, which was decorated with thick black pen strokes, forming a fake mustache and glasses.

"You," he hissed.

"Me," Cozy hissed back. His lip twitched and he stalked forward. In response, Cozy pulled out and thrust her cutie-fix at him. "HA!"

"hAAgh!" He shrieked, stumbled back, and held up Frill as a shield.

"Fwaa?" The sleepy ewe murmured. Cozy barked a laugh in victory before she and Quilt galloped out of the room.

"You'll never take me alive, Demon!" Cozy screamed.

"Learn to lock your door, you bozo!" Quilt added.

"Get back here!" Peter roared as he took off after them. Frill blinked and looked up at him as he ran after the pair.

"W'a happen'?" She yawned.

"A conspiracy!" He spat shaking his free fist at the laughing and fleeing sheep. "A vile conspiracy!"

"Oh," Frill murmured and relaxed in his grip, trying to fall asleep again.