Twilight's house (8:00 am)
Gregory awoke the next morning, stretching in the process. After allowing some joints to pop, he yawned and remembered what was so important about today.
The Princesses had left shortly after discussing Twilights plan last night. Gregory hated the idea, but he decided not to object against it. A bad plan was better then no plan after all...right? Part of Twilight's plan was to introduce Gregory to the rest of Ponyville. This idea was objected by Death but overruled by everyone except Gregory.
After introductions, they would announce that Gregory was going to have a welcome party held by Pinkie Pie, in a 'party house' he was going to build. This 'party house' would be a safe shelter to keep the ponies safe from the zombies that would come later tonight, while Gregory dealt with them. While Gregory did that, Twilight would cast an illusion spell, making it seem as if Gregory was at the party the whole time.
Celestia had agreed to keeping the zombies on the down low from the citizens. The pony's in Ponyville were always experiencing strange things happening in their little town. The last thing they needed was news of a zombie invasion. Everyone agreed that Pinkie Pie would have no trouble's in hosting a party. The only factor that left was...Gregory. Not only was he supposed to build a shelter big enough to fit an entire populace in a day, but he also had to kill a bunch of zombies afterword's.
Death had determined that the zombies would rise from their graves at about 8:00 pm. Gregory had asked if he had to kill the zombies, instead of just judging them. Death had stated that the souls wouldn't be able to be judged, until they left their bodies. To this Gregory let out a long sigh. At least it will be dark when they come so I don't need the blindfold. But even then, he had a small window of opportunity if he was to build this thing.
The meeting was going to be at 12:00 and last who knows how long. Let's be generous and say...1 hour. That would give him 7 hours to build a sturdy enough structure to hold all 300 ponies, (give or take a few). Gregory then thought of a better idea as he sat up on the bed. Instead of building a new building from scratch, why not modify an already big enough structure?
Because...Huh...Why didn't you ask that last night?
Because I was too busy rejecting the idea entirely. I don't want to be introduced to the populace. I don't want to have a welcome party. And I sure as HELL don't want to build a giant structure in 7 hours. I may have some experience in construction but I'm not a damn carpenter! I'm a priest!
You WERE a priest. Now your a reaper.
Ya ya same thing.
Oh yeah? How so?
They both judge souls.
He he. Now your getting it.
Anyway, I think during breakfast I'll tell Twilight the new plan.
K. I think I'll go back in the void for a bit. These souls are kind of...piling up hehe.
Wait...you haven't been collecting souls while you've been here with me?
Oh I've been collecting. Just...not...judging...
Death...go do your work. I'm sure that those souls are bored out of their minds sitting in the silent void.
Yeah well, how do you think I feel when I judge some of the sorry bastards? Boring little pricks...
Death...
Fine fine I'm going. Call me when the zombies show up. I want to be here when this plan flops.
Wait...you know this plan is going to fail? Why didn't you say so earlier?!
Uh cant hear you! I'm busy judging souls! Busy busy busy!
Death? Death?...Damn it...
Shrugging off Death's behavior, Gregory rose from his bed. He decided it was now or never to tell Twilight that they needed a new plan, and fast. With that in mind, he took two steps forward before...
CRACK!
"AAAAH FUCK ME!!!"
Outside of Twilight's house (8:00am)
Sweetiebelle, Scootaloo, and Apple Bloom all sat outside of Twilights tree house. They were trying to get their cutie marks in being trees. Scootaloo didn't like the idea, but with no other plans on what to crusade for, they had all trekked to Twilights house to pretend to be...well...a tree. With it being Saturday, the girls had all day to attempt to find what they were best at.
"This is so stupid!", Scootaloo exclaimed after five minutes of sitting on her flanks with her fore- legs held out. She grunted in frustration and let her fore hooves drop. While she rubbed her aching legs, she looked over at her fellow crusaders to see how they were doing.
Applebloom was standing on her two hind legs, while leaning on Twilights tree for balance. Even with the support from the tree, the young filly's legs continued to wobble. Eventually she fell back with a, "Woah!", and landed on her front hooves.
Sweetiebelle was doing much better than her two friends. She was somehow balancing herself on one back hoof while her other appendages were spread out. Despite her awkward arrangement, she appeared to have complete control over her balance.
"Wow... You're really good at that Sweetie Belle!", Applebloom praised with a smile on her face. "Where did you learn to do that?"
"..."
"Uh...Sweetiebelle?", Scootaloo questioned.
"zzzz"
"Is she...sleeping?", both ponies asked in unison. Scootaloo turned to Applebloom and vice versa. They started at each other for only a moment before they both grew mischievous smiles. Applebloom plucked one of Scootaloo's feathers and began to approach Sweetiebelle.
Sweetiebelle awoke to the feeling of something tickling her. She tried to stifle her giggles but eventually gave in. Once she started laughing, she lost her balance and toppled over on top of Applebloom.
"Hey Applebloom! What happened?", Sweetiebelle asked in confusion.
Applebloom gently pushed Sweetiebelle off of her before replying.
"Well we were trying to get our Cutie Marks in being trees, (Celestia knows why...), when you fell asleep!"
"I did?!" Sweetiebelle, growing excited, turned to admire her....still blank flank. "Aw man..."
"Hey don't feel to bad.", Scootaloo offered. "Why would you want a cutie mark in being a tree anyway?"
"Yeah I guess your right...Let's just go to the clubhouse to-"
CRACK!
"AAAAAH FUCK ME!"
All three girls turned their heads in unison towards the noise.
"Uh...what the heck was that?", Applebloom asked.
"I don't know...It didn't sound like Spike or Twilight to me.", Scootaloo offered.
"And what did that pony say? Something about bucking him?" Applebloom questioned.
"How do you know its a he?"
"I can tell by the deep voice."
"Hey," Sweetiebelle started, "I don't think he said buck me."
"Well what did he say?", both ponies asked in confusion.
"Well...I don't think I should say it. I asked Rarity what it meant when I heard her say it a lot when one of her 'special clients' was in town. She never did tell me what it meant. Instead she yelled at me, washed my mouth out with soap, and told me never to say that word or she'd do it again."
Scootaloo and Applebloom both cringed at that particular punishment they were all too familiar with. Scootaloo had uttered 'damn it all 'when she though her mother couldn't hear her. Unfortunately for her, mother's have extremely good hearing. It didn't help that it was deadly quiet in the room and she hadn't even tried to hide it well. For her punishment, her mother had taken her into the bathroom, and given her a healthy taste of dove.
Applebloom remembered saying something similar to 'buck it', when she was helping Applejack on the farm. She had gotten a stern talking to, and a mouth full of the terrible suds. When asked where she heard that word, she admitted that she had heard it from Applejack when she was walking by the barn once. Immediately embarrassed, Applejack had given Applebloom twelve bits not to tell any pony about what she had heard, and to never say that word again. Applebloom agreed, still confused, but excited at the idea of milkshakes with her friends.
"But the weird thing is...when I heard my sister yelling it, she sounded really excited about it," Sweetiebelle pondered out loud.
"Hey ya...my sister was really excited too. Whoever is shouting f-," Applebloom started then caught herself at the last minute. She did a full look around to make sure no other ponies were nearby. Seeing that it was safe, she continued in a whisper, "Um...whoever is shouting, 'those words' doesn't really sound excited. They sound like...they're in pain."
"Oh no! Do you think Spike got hurt?", Scootaloo asked.
"I thought we already said that it wasn't Spike?", Sweetiebelle asked.
"Oh yeah...Well then...who could it be?"
"I say we find out!"
"CUTIE MARK CRUSADER PONY IDENTIFIERS YAY!", They all exclaimed excitedly while heading for the front door of Twilight's house.
Twilight's house (8:05)
Ugh brilliant....not even five minutes out of bed and I already run shin first into a glass table. Who the hell put that there anyway?.
Gregory sat on the floor holding his already repairing shin. The sound of glass breaking had brought attention to Spike, who came in a dust pan and broom after seeing that Gregory was fine. Not a word was spoken between the two while Spike cleaned up the glass, and Gregory healed his shin. It wasn't long before the silence was broken however when they both heard the true words of terror.
"CUTIE MARK CRUSADER PONY IDENTIFIERS YAY!" Spike dropped the dustpan and turned to Gregory with a worried look.
"Cutie mark what?", Gregory asked.
"No time!", Spike exclaimed. "Quick we have to hide you!"
"Why? What's going on Spike?"
Spike was about to warn Gregory of the crusaders when a thought crossed his mind. An evil, wicked thought. Spike had begun to forgive Gregory easily for lying to the young dragon. But that didn't mean that he wasn't still a little upset about that. So he put all the calmness and clarity in his voice as he said, "Oh nothing. For a second I thought there was a zombie outside. My bad."
"Spike don't joke around like that please. I don't think that zombies can talk. And besides, Death said that the invasion or whatever isn't supposed to happen until 8:00 tonight," Gregory tiredly said to Spike.
"Sorry Gregory, my bad," Spike chuckled.
"What's so funny?", Gregory asked.
"Oh I uh... I think I just got the punch line to one of your jokes you said when we first met," Spike replied while still stifling his laughter, and failing.
"Oh....which one?", Gregory asked.
Darn it brain! Why did we tell him that!
"Because we both thought it would be a good idea!"
"The uh...the one about the rabbit, the bear, and the magic lamp," Spike lied. Hey Gregory did it first. It was only fair if he returned the favor.
"He he he. One of my favorites," Gregory said, oblivious to Spike's lie.
Before either of them could keep the conversation going, the front door of the library burst open. There was the sound of hooves trampling all over the place, books flying off the shelves, and a very disgruntled Twilight. The cutie mark crusaders eventually made it up to the room with Gregory in Spike.
Applebloom, having forgotten her previous punishment for cussing, pointed at Gregory and exclaimed, "HE'S THE ONE THAT SAID FUCK ME! GET HIM!!!"
OH GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING?!!
Oh hey Gregory I...WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!