Twilight was out shopping for tubes, cough syrup, and other things for meth the following day. She was so excited to try it. As she was walking down the street with her shopping bag, she saw Derpy Hooves. " Whats wrong with your eyes?" Twilight asked.
Derpy replied, with regret in her voice, "Well, I smoked so much crack that it messed me up and I had a stroke. Take it from me, don't do drugs." And with that, fell asleep on the street. Twilight thought, but just ignored her warning. When she got home, Spike was zoned out on the Couch, not paying attention. Twilight went upstairs, behind some bookshelves, and starting assembling the Meth Lab with her magic. She put the Ingredients in and starting cooking them with a burner. Right when it was done, she took out a pipe and took a nice long hit from it. She couldn't explain the Sensation she was feeling, but for days on end, all she could do was smoke more Meth and Run around. She didn't eat or sleep. She was becoming more frail and weaker by day and days...
Officer, I didn't mean to!
Weeks later Pinkie pie stopped by, bored out of her mind. As she knocked, twilight answered the door. Pinkie couldn't believe what she saw. Twilight, now ate up from meth, scrawny, twitching, with sores everywhere. "Yeah pinkie, what do you want????" Twilight asked with a twitch. "Uhhh, I just wondered if we could do something fun together,,, But i see your kind of busy..." Pinkie said, slowly backing away. "I know something pinkie! Come inside, now hurry hurry!" Pinkie knew she'd regret it, but went inside anyways. "Here pinkie, smoke some of this. It's good for you." Pinkie hesitated, but eventually succumbed to peer pressure. When she took a hit, you thought she was hyper before, she was Really bouncing off walls. With all the noise, and the odd smell, somepony called the Cops. The only one that could respond was Shining armor, for he was supposed to be on Break in ponyville, but decided to check anyways. He knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked even harder, yelling "Royal Guard, Open up!" He busted through the door, and couldn't believe what he saw. Standing right in front of him was his little sister and friend strung up on meth. "How little sis, how?" He said. Unfortunately He had to arrest them. Twilight was so ashamed...
This is not a random post. This is not a coincidence. I put this here because I know that right now you will be reading it. No one can see this post except for you.
There is a monster in your home. It is there right now and it is waiting to kill you. It will kill you tonight. I can save you.
Go to a mirror. That in there, that’s me. Turn off all the lights except for the dimmest one; too much light screws it up. Take your arms, put them straight out, and put them up against mine, through the glass. Do your best to relax, and when you are ready, close your eyes. Count to three and then I will pull you through to safety. We can work out what to do next once you’re in.
Again, this is not a random post. It is for YOU. You need to do this before the next hour turns or you will die.
I’m waiting.
During the second world war many families in Berlin where confined to shelters for days, sometimes weeks while outside air raids flew overhead.
Many of the children, who were supposed to be at school making friends, where instead put under great stress.
However during this time, the english government, in an attempt to raise moral began a large scale propaganda campaign, the most noticeable of which was the “Keep Calm and Carry On” poster. However less notable was the british government’s contracting of Wonderment Toys & co, to produce free stuffed bears, which were handed out to kids and families around Berlin during raids. the toys were made by war prisoners under forced labour, and at very little expense to the ministries. The project was soon discarded, though after a massive loss of man power in the workhouses.
On the 6th of June 1942, the bodies of over 300 prisoners where found in the workhouses of w&co toy manufactures. The bodies where described as still chained to the work benches, but butchered, bisected from head to crouch and void of all internal organs. Baffled by the massacre, the police were unable to find any leads to who may have been behind the event, but mentioned in the reports that the toys and workstations remained untouched.
Three days after the workhouse massacre, there was a series of small bombings near the north suburban end of Berlin. While causing little damage, the explosions were thought to be responsible for the disappearance of the final shipment of bears, which never arrived at the towns.
The week after the countryside bombings, a large air raid hit most of berlin and in the wake of the raid came a spree of missing children’s reports from north. This while tragic, was nothing more then a footnote, as the war began to reach it’s peak.
The documents following the case reveal no connections to the workhouse massacre, save a disturbing report by an elderly women living in the suburbs on the night of the air raid.
Sue Geese, the elderly woman, reported seeing a large group of children gathered in the streets through her window. The children appeared to be playing with their toy bears.
After a few hours the raid sirens sounded and Miss Geese ran to the bunker screaming at the children to “run home”, according to Geese the children did not hear her or simply ignored her.
During the bombings geese claimed to hear screaming that seemed “hollow” and “metallic” over the explosions, but upon leaving the bunker found only the children’s stuffed bears, which, according to geese, where actually in “good condition considering the damaged surroundings.”
Other reports from the area, not related to the missing children, concerned a bad smell, described as “rotting meat” for three days after the raid.
The children were never found, yet another tragedy born in the horrors of WWII. However, if you look in antique shops, you can still find the bears today, a silent reminder of the hardships endured by the people of England.
You may be wondering, hey, what does this have to do with MLP? Well, this is what twilight was thinking when she was on meth. Don't do drugs!
One day after Twilight was Done with her studies, she came home. After walking through the door, she smelt this, odd, smell. When she saw the source, she wasn't surprised. She saw Spike smoking a joint listening to DJ PON3 radio. Stressed from work, she decided to take a toke. After a while they were stoned listening to the radio while eating some apple pie they bought off Applejack. Twilight then asked Spike where he got the pot. He said "On the moon man." "Oh, you got it from Princess Luna?"
She asked. "Yup." She thought, Whoa. Soon after she asked spike if there was any drugs better than Weed. Spike started laughing, "Of course!" He said. He told her all about Crack, Coke, heroin, Ecstasy, meth, and much more. After explaining all of them, Twilight was Most curious about Meth. No one knew the events that were going to proceed...
