Twinklescraps

by Twinkletail

ChefMKT's Twist of Fate

Author's Note:

Okay this one also needs some explanation.

So back when Synchtube was still a thing, I was having a nice chat with some cool people there, one of them being a dude named ChefMKT, a nice Australian fellow. Somehow the conversation moved to making jokes about him having a particular interest in Twist. This, of course, was a complete lie. But that didn't stop me from being dumb and writing a little minific about him and Twist.

Let's just say Twist is of legal age in this story.

Also it will never stop bugging me that I spaced out and wrote it with "shh" instead of "thh" for her lisp. But I'm leaving it as is to keep the "integrity" of the original story.

ChefMKT walked down the street, enjoying the candy handed to him by the strange little pony with the obnoxious voice. He hadn't wanted to take it, but given the option of listening to her talk or accepting the gift and leaving, the choice was obvious.

"How do you like your shhpecial gift?" a voice behind him called, a voice he wished he never had to hear again.

"Um...they're great," Chef said dismissively, starting to walk a little faster.

"Did you tashhte the shhecret ingredient yet?" Twist asked, a smile crossing her face. "It'shh shhooooo shhuper!!"

"Uh..no," Chef said. "I don't think I..." Chef's face suddenly paled, its pallor resembling that of a freshly-cleaned sock.

"I think it's shhtarting to kick in!" the candy cane-obsessed pony sang malevolently. ChefMKT began to feel woozy. The world spun around him, uncaring of his orientation.

"Flips and whiskers, what have you done to me?" Chef muttered, beginning to fade. Twist simply laughed, a laughter which echoed through Chef's drug-addled head. He made one final attempt at regaining full cognizance, but the special ingredient proved far too strong, and he fell to the ground with a powerful THUD.

"Shhweet dreamshh!" Twist laughed as she began dragging the fallen Chef towards her home.

ChefMKT's eyes opened slowly, his world a blur. As his vision cleared, he glanced at his surroundings. He had no idea where he was, but he soon realized that he was lying in red and white striped bed.

"Crikey, where am I?" Chef called. He tried to get up, but whatever was in those candy canes was too strong, and he couldn't budge. Just then, he saw Twist trot into the room. The irritating pony was dressed from head to hoof in black leather, and she carried a pair of handcuffs in her mouth.

"Oh no!" Twist said upon seeing Chef stirring. "You woke up waaaay too shhoon!" Before Chef could protest, Twist had already shoved a bunch of candy canes into his mouth.

"Now where'd I leave that shhilly bullwhip?" Twist asked no one in particular as Chef once again lost consciousness.

Comments

[PresentPerfect]

>tfw flips and whiskers

I wish you'd hung integrity and changed the lisp. D:

[Admiral Biscuit]

Oh nooooooooo.

Poor guy.