Look, everyone; it's another thing · 9:09am Sep 9th, 2015
Hey! Do you like Papa Sombra? Of course you do!
And if you don't, well, you're probably not getting a birthday party this year. That's how serious this is.
But if you do like Papa Sombra, then here's a slightly altered sneaky peek that might be relevant to your interests!
Twilight stared after them, and then sighed and simply teleported to the room the Cutie Mark Crusaders were using for their sleepover. The night light she’d provided them was still turned on, allowing her to see that the crystal closet door was closed, and that Scootaloo and Apple Bloom were both still in bed, sheet pulled up over their snouts so they could quickly hide if necessary, both of them with their eyes fixed on the closet. “See, just like I thought. Everything’s fi —”
She was abruptly cutoff as Sombra kicked in the door, sending it flying open and into her side, knocking her to the ground. “My clavin!” she cried.
“There!” Sweetie Belle shouted, pointing a hoof at the closed closet door.
Sombra’s eyes narrowed. “Get under the covers, Sweetie,” he ordered. She complied immediately, jumping onto the princess-sized bed and scrambling under the sheet to watch events unfold with them pulled up over snout. Sombra walked into the room and towards the closet with deliberate slowness.
Twilight picked herself off the ground, groaning miserably.
“I know you’re in there, boogie,” Sombra said evenly. “I just want to talk.”
Without warning, his horn lit up brightly with red magic and loudly discharged, causing all three fillies to scream and take cover under the covers while Twilight shielded her eyes in the face of the sound of crystal shattering, and kept covered and shielded as Sombra’s horn discharged again and again. They did not dare look again until the noise had stopped, and all four of them observed the closet door, now dotted with eight smoking holes.
“I’ll give you a minute to prepare a rebuttal,” Sombra said.
Wasn't that something, folks? Goodness, that boogie sure picked a bad hiding place, didn't he? I don't know if he's still in there, but if he is, he ain't happy!
Oh, but how was it slightly altered, you ask?
Well, I suppose you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?
