Three months into the school year things are normal as they could be with how the school looked, with minor and cosmetic work here and there. Classes stayed the same as well.
One day Peanut Butter arrives at the school after being sick for a week and looks up to see the ‘High School’ part of the sign gone. He sighs, closes his eyes and shakes his head before walking into the atrium in the main entrance.
He looks to his left and sees the announcement board has changed to a more colorful design with snowflakes, fall leaves, and other festive decor along side the announcements. He shrugs and then walks through out the school and sees some of the classrooms decorated on the outside in colorful paper and decorations, he sees other students, but they look perfectly fine with the juvenile decorations. He continues walking towards his homeroom, though the long way as he sees more decorations on classroom doors and hallway walls.
As he walks through the halls the decorations remain, he passes the art room and sees the art along the wall next to the door, it was like a group of elementary kids made the pieces. The drawings, simple with stick figures with hair and stick houses.
“Probably from the elementary school.” He says to himself before a picture catches his eyes.
It was of a house and four stick figures in front of it, two were tall while two were short. There was a sun with a smile on it in the background and in the corner of the artwork read ‘Sunset S.’ in sloppy letters. Peanut Butter’s eyes widen as his nostrils flare up.
“Oh no, oh no, it’s already starting.” Peanut Butter mumbles in a panicked voice.
He backs up and darts down the hall towards his homeroom, plowing through other students as he does so.
He reaches it and sees the same decorations as the other rooms on the door and on the wall next to it. He looks at the board next to see a list of names in colorful and playful letters.
“This can’t get any worse,” He complains.
.He opens the door and sees a complete change from the beginning of the year. The room now covered in colorful decorations on the walls and board. He looks at the desks and sees decorated name tags hanging on the front of the desks by tape.
“And I spoke too soon.”
In the corner in the back of the room are shelves of books with a colorful carpet on the bottom and three bean bag chairs in the center of the carpet and along the same wall cubbies line it, each with a name tag in bright colors and playful letters like the ones on the wall in the hallway. He sees a few students in the room, two talking to each other and two more in the beanbag chairs. He turns his head back and looks over the cubbies, scanning the name tags above the slot for the bookbags.
“Found Rarity’s,” He mubbles as he scans them with his eyes.
“Found A.J.’s,”
He continues to scan them.
“Found Sunset’s,”
Right next to Sunset’s cubbie he looks at the name tag and his expression goes deadpanned as he raises an eyebrow.
“and there’s mine.”
He takes off his jacket, leaving his hoodie on and puts it and his book bag in the cubbie before going to the window and just looking out it as leaves dance across the yard and in the distance he sees a playground being built. He sighs and looks over at the other students.
They look like teenagers, but act like first graders at best. He looks around before shivering.
“I need to figure out how to stop this.” He whispers to himself as he rests his forehead in his hand and rubs them together.
He then places his pointer and middle finger and rubs his forehead in circles, closing his eyes.
“It’s only a matter of time before they make their move, this is only the beginning.” He mutters.
“Wha’ cha’ thinkin’ about?” A voice asks.
This causes Peanut Butter to jump and fall to the floor. He opens his eyes to see Applejack and her smiling, yet curious face. He smirks and gets up and hugs her.
“I’m so glad to see you A.J., things are crazy here, it looks like an elementary school than a high school.” Peanut Butter explains.
He looks at Applejack and notices that she escaped his embrace.
“Eww cooties.” She exclaims.
Peanut Butter’s eyes go wide as his breathing goes heavy.
“A.J., we’ve been together for six months, why are you acting like this?” He asks with a crack in his voice.
“What do ya mean?, I dunno you.”
“You don’t recognize me?, it’s me, Peanut Butter.”
“Nope, don’t ring a bell.”
Peanut Butter clenches his fist and gets up, gritting his teeth and breathing heavy as his nostrils flare with each exhale. He storms out of the room and into the hall, swinging the door open causing a loud bang to echo in the halls. The students behind him cower in the corner with the books before he walks out into the hall, slowly, like an oncoming storm taking its time to strike.
While in the halls a hall monitor sees Peanut Butter and runs towards him, only to stop about five feet away from him and tremble before running away. the air, thick, warm, and heavy around him as an emerald glow falls around the shadows around him. Other hall monitors arrive and do the same when they get close to him as he makes his way to the main office.
He reaches the main office and punches the door hard enough to rip it from the hinges and have it land three feet in front of him, he continues to walk in and head towards Proper’s office. Proper steps out and sees him, she does not move.
“What do you want?” She asks in a condescending tone.
“What did you do to them?”
“Do what?”
“You know exactly what I mean, why has Applejack forgotten me, why have the other students suddenly act like kids, and why the fuck do you think this is a good idea when you know damn well I will stop you?”
“Oh that, well, the reason is in front of me.”
“Why?”
“Because we wanted you to know what it’s like to lose everything like we did.”
“If you did your research, you would have known I did, twice before.”
“Well in that case a refresher was needed.”
“You don’t know what you just started.”
“Oh? What would that be?”
“A war.”
“Is that right?”
Just then Peanut Butter punches her in the chest, causing her to fall back and lean over as if the air was punched out of her lungs as she hits the bookcase behind her. Peanut Butter’s right eye glows red as he draws back his fist again.
“Sister, you are just horrible with words, you should have tried to persuade him first,” A voice says.
Peanut Butter turns his head and glares at Prim.
“If you play ball, all that pain you have will simply go away, we’ll fix it so your little girlfriend will remember you, and you can live that happy carefree life you probably want so bad.”
“Why should I trust you?”
“I wouldn’t say that you need to trust us, because if you don’t play ball,”
Prim takes out a remote and waves it in front of him.
“I will speed up our little plan and regress them first and make you watch before having you join them.”
Peanut Butter turns around, still glaring at Prim, a red light from his eye still glowing bright as a sudden wind erupts in the room. Just then Proper rises in the air, her hands trying to get something off her throat. Prim’s eyes go wide and holds up the remote.
“Let her go or I’ll do it.” Prim threatens.
“Place it down on the table, buttons up.”
“Put, her, down.”
“Put the remote down, I’d hurry if I were you, she doesn’t have long.”
Prim hesitates before setting it on the near by table like he asked. Peanut Butter lowers Proper down before she gasps for air.
Prim smirks as she motions her arm quickly out reviling a button under the sleeve and pressing it. Just then a large clear box drops over Peanut Butter and is locked by latches at the bottom.
“Foolish boy, did you really think we’d let you off that easy?” Prim taunts, grabbing the remote.
She presses a button and instantly a monitor starts to slowly lower behind her.
“You’re just in time for the show.” Proper teases just as Prim presses another button.
Peanut Butter looks around as a low, loud thud rings through out the school. His eyes widen as he looks at the monitor, his classmates are panicking and running around, banging on the windows and doors that are now sealed shut by metal walls.
“Proper, you left it on mute again.” Prim kids as she hits another button, the room is filled with screams and cries for help coming from the monitor.
Prim presses the final button, Peanut Butter punches the box as the screen gets foggy.
“Stop, stop, STOP!!!!!!” He demands.
His knuckles start to bleed as he continues to punch the glass. The students start falling down one by one through the smoke as Peanut Butter’s punches slow down.
“Wearing down are we?” Proper asks.
“Please, stop this.”
“It’s too late, though now, it’s your turn, but before that, just remember, this is all your fault.”
Prim presses the side of the remote when a cloud of smoke falls into the box by a tube in the top. Peanut Butter stays on his knees as the cloud falls.
A minute later Peanut Butter falls over and the smoke is sucked out of the box.