Mini None Pizza With Left Plot

Speedy Cheesy, Corpse Indeedy

Revving up her motorcycle, Sunset prepared to take off.

"Wait!" came a partially muffled cry from her breast pocket.

Sunset, bewildered, took her helmet off. Reaching into her breast pocket she took out the teeny Pinkie. "What? What's wrong?"

"I need a helmet too, silly." She pointed to her head and waved her arms around frantically. "Safety first!"

Sunset rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Pinkie. How would I have a helmet your size when you jus—"

A blaring sound startled them. A sleek, midnight-blue vehicle with tinted windows pulled up in front of them. The window rolled down, revealing Luna wearing an impatient scowl. "What's the hold up, Shimmer? We need to go. Now. There's no time."

"Right, yes, I know. I'm just trying to convince Pinkie that there's no point wearing a helmet at her size," she said, pausing to slide Pinkie back into her pocket gently before she could protest. "Because if we got into an accident..." She grimaced and shook her head before continuing, "Besides, I don't even have one on me. Why would I?"

Luna considered that for a moment, brows furrowed. She opened her mouth to respond before she was caught off by a perturbing jingle coming from her own car. Happy, childish, and... something about a shark?

Luna blushed deeply as she fumbled with her phone before managing a click. "Yes? I know. We're on our way..." Another click, followed by some rummaging. "Here." She tossed out an object the size of a marble to Sunset.

Sunset almost fell off her bike trying to grab it, but managed nonetheless. She peered down at her palm. Her eyes went wide as she stared in disbelief. "What? Why do you have a helmet in this size?"

"Tiberius." Luna shrugged, her features becoming obscured once more behind the glass pane.

"Who... never mind," Sunset muttered. "Guess it's your lucky day, Pinkie." She held out the helmet between her thumb and index and she brought it down to her level.

"Yay!" Pinkie cheered as she took it. "Always got to come prepared, Shimmy!"

"But, how would I... You know what? Whatever. We're going," she grunted. Both of them synced up as they put on their helmets.

Sunset revved once more. Luna got the message as she took off ahead, her tires screeching in the parking lot as she drifted and left skid marks on the pavement. She narrowly avoided oncoming traffic as she made it onto the main street.

Sunset, at first, struggled to keep up, not expecting such disregard for safety measures from the Vice Principal. Her mouth went dry as she continued to weave through traffic just to keep pace, her eyes widening as she glanced down at her speedometer. She saw she was already at 150 km/h and gaining, and that was just barely keeping up.

This is ridiculous, she thought. Yes, the school blowing up for an unknown reason was concerning, but she didn't know why, and neither did Luna. Why were they racing to find answers at a pizza place—she didn't even know which pizza place!

Her head spun, more questions piling up. A frisson slid from head to toe as she narrowly missed the red sedan in front of her, her thoughts dying out as she focused to keep up. Sweat poured from her face as she blanched at the fact she nearly gave the car a paint job.

"Okay, screw this!" she yelled. "Call Luna."

"Okie, dokie, lokie!" came the confirmation from her pocket at the exact moment her own helmet responded with, "Calling Vice Principal Luna."

"Pinkie, not you!" Sunset retorted, not wanting to know how Pinkie's phone could still function.

One ring, two rings... a few later, and she was met with voice mail: "Sorry, Luna is not available. At the tone, please—"

"End call! Stupid..." Her voice tapered off upon seeing 200 km/h on the meter. "Why!?"

"Why what?" squeaked a voice, a head popping up. "AHHHH!" Pinkie screeched as she almost flew out.

"Pinkie, stay down!" Sunset screamed back, jabbing her thumb down to push Pinkie back in. She almost swerved off the road and into the walkway at the sudden distraction.

They continued to whip past streetlights and the occasional vehicle, the roads becoming less populated the further they went, which Sunset found strange given they were heading into the heart of the city.

A flash of light caught her attention, her eyes flicked to her mirrors. Two lights, to be exact, and they were gaining on them. Her heart sank at the thought of being apprehended by the police; she could kiss her license and beautiful bike goodbye.

"Damn it, Luna..." She shook her head, knowing full well she was just at fault for deciding to stupidly follow her lead at ridiculous speeds.

She glanced back to her mirrors and blinked. There were no red or blue flashing lights coming on, and they weren't that far behind now. She could distinguish two motorcycles hot on her tail and the sounds of increasingly loud engine noises. A chill overcame her as she had a sinking feeling they were in worse trouble than she first thought.

"Pinkie."

"Yes, Sunset? Oh! Are we there ye—"

"Hang on tight."

Not a moment sooner, the two bikers sidled up to her, one on each side. Her grip on the handlebars tightened, her knuckles turning white as she weighed her options.

Her head pivoted to the left. The motorcyclist made a quick motion with two fingers shooting past their neck, their fingers ending up pointing past Sunset. Her head shot to the right; the other nodded. They were signaling one another.

She made the first move. She jerked to the left, catching them off guard. She gave a solid kick into the frame of the other bike, causing them to fight for control as their bike wobbled. They fidgeted for a moment before swerving to the right, just barely missing a street sign. They slowed to a crawl as they stabilized, falling behind.

Sunset paid them no mind as she turned her attention to the other, whom she couldn't find at first. However, she spotted the second light in her rear-view slowing, and then making a 180.

She let out a breath, her sweaty hands giving the bike's bars a death strangle loosened. "What the hell was that about..." she wondered aloud.

"Dunno, maybe they were just trying to get your autograph?"

"...I somehow doubt that, but sure, let's go with that for now," Sunset laughed, jittery and forced, her body shaking from the excess adrenaline she no longer had an outlet for.

The rest of the ride went without incident. They soon pulled into a large parking lot; it being in a shopping plaza, the prized pizza place came into view. Sunset's eyebrow raised to new heights as they pulled in and came to a halt.

Buck-E Cheddars certainly wasn't her first choice, or her second... or her third. Hell, it wasn't even on her list of choices. Period. Twilight didn't specify in the text to her as to which place to meet, but apparently Luna knew. Strange. She wasn't sure what to make of it, but, pizza was pizza, and she was hungry.

A gasp drew her attention back to reality. "I LOVE BUCK-E CHEESE!" Pinkie squeaked. She slid down her in a hurry and ran off before stopping a short distance.

Sunset thought she heard her say "Come on!" but she wasn't quite sure; she could definitely make her out doing impromptu jumping jacks, though, before she dashed towards the building once more. Sunset chuckled.

As she took her helmet off she heard, saw and felt the force of the nearby car door slam. She looked up, eyes wide as Luna turned towards her, hands clutched to her side; face red. Scowl wouldn't come close to describing her features, but she certainly was nothing short of livid.

"Do you want to tell me what you were thinking when you almost killed one of my agents?" Luna accused, her arms now crossed as she glared down at her.

Sunset's mouth flitted, not able to catch up with her racing thoughts, as all she could manage was a quiet gasp of a "W-what?"

The sound of engines drew their attention. Two motorcycles parked across from them. One hopped off and took their helmet off. Sunset gaped as she stared at the figure stomped their—her way over. Her pale gold face full of rage; her magenta hair with an aquamarine streak appeared frazzled and unkempt as it obscured part of her face.

"Hi. Sunset," Sour Sweet spoke through gritted teeth, her eyes wild and twitching. She giggled.

"H-hey, look. I'm really, really sorry—"

"Oh, no prob! It's all good!" Sour chortled once more as she gripped her palms together, her nails digging in and drawing blood. "After all, almost being fucking killed happens all the time!" she said as her voice fluctuated, her arms falling to her sides, her mouth deciding to stick with a sneer.

Sunset took a step back and held out her hands. Sour Sweet closed the gap and grabbed her by the jacket and pulled her to eye level.

"So, Shim, Shimmery, Shimsham, Sharoo... would you be so kind as to… TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK THAT WAS!?" She shook her vigorously. Sunset lost her balance and almost fell to her knees as her legs turned to jelly.

Sunset threw her hands up, exasperated. "I didn't know who you were! You just showed up out of nowhere—I haven't been told anything! I didn't even know Luna had agents for Celestia's sake!”

"What does my sister have to do with this?" Luna stroked her chin, her brows furrowed.

“Oh, cool… Cool. Yeah.” Sour Sweet let her go and dusted her off. “All good then.” She gave her a thumbs up, with a smile bordering on maniacal.

“Sorry…” Sunset said. “I thought when you made those hand gestures you were communicating with one another to… take us out.” She winced at how poor that sounded, it being compounded further by the rapid eye twitching of Sour Sweet.

"I was waving to you, you MORON!" Sour Sweet made the same gesture as before, this time it ending with one particular finger pointing straight up. "Didn't know saying 'Hey, what's up?' was punishable by death!"

"Yeah, I… really thought you guys were communicating an attack…"

"NO!"

"Um, hey you guys—"

"She," Sour Sweet started, waving her arms over to the mint colored girl with verdant green hair, who was rubbing an arm as she now stood next to Luna. "Wallflower, wasn't responding to me. She was just trying to be NICE. Unlike YOU." She jabbed a finger into Sunset's chest for emphasis.

"Look, I'm sorry! Okay? I'm sorry!"

"I don't want to hear your empty platitudes!” Sour screamed.

“You know what?" She turned to the still pondering Vice Principal and ripped her own insignia off and tossed it to the ground in front of her. "I quit! I don't get paid enough to deal with this crap." She turned and paced away.

"You were getting paid?" Wallflower asked, puzzled, scratching her head.

"No," Luna sighed. "She was not. You both volunteered—which I am most grateful for, by the way," she spoke up a bit louder.

Sour Sweet didn't turn around, making a waving gesture as she continued her trek to her bike.

Luna cleared her throat. "Very well, 'tis a shame. I was going to let you pick the toppings, but I supp—"

"I'll go make the order," Sour Sweet interrupted. She made a beeline for the door but then paused, jogged backwards and grabbed her insignia. She fiddled with it for a moment as she stood in place.

"Uh, so... I'm not going to have to go through initiation again since I quit, am I?" She gave her temporary former boss a nervous grin.

Luna facepalmed.

“Just get in the cheesy mouse house…”