No apologies · 4:57am Jan 17th, 2019
Twilight’s castle had its own peculiar funk, but it was nothing compared to whatever free-roaming stink was prowling outside. Pinkie carried her stoic sister, because Maud could barely stand. Whatever had attacked them in the meadow had cracked Maud’s stony, stolid exteriour, and left the poor mare a mumbling, stumbling mess.
“The smell,” Maud murmured as Pinkie trotted down the hallway.
“Twilight!” Pinkie’s hoarse shout echoed up and down the hall. When several students stopped to stare, she ignored them. “Twilight!”
At the moment, her Pinkie Sense had completely ceased to function, so she had no idea where Twilight might be, as her Find-Mostest-Bestest-Friend sense wasn’t working. Maud’s forelegs—iron bands—wrapped around Pinkie’s neck, but the pink ponk wasn’t the slightest bit bothered by this. She took it as a sign that her beloved sister was finally recovering and getting some of her legendary strength back. A weak Maud wasn’t much of a Maud at all.
“Is she okay?” one of the students asked.
“I’ve smelled things...” Maud made her reply while shaking her head from side to side. “Smelled things you little ponies wouldn’t believe.”
“My sister isn’t herself right now.” Pinkie Pie glanced around, hoping to see purple. She saw plenty of purple, but much to her dismay, none of the purple was a purple pony princess pal. “Twilight!”
It just seemed fitting, for reasons I cannot explain.
Sumac and Vinyl appear to have invented Teargas 2.0
Dim would possibly be proud.
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Dim would try to weaponize, refine, and unleash it in grogars lair....
Sweet Celestia what have they unleashed?