<~kitsWRITINGfuriously> back to writing
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<~kitsWRITINGfuriously> 555 words Â¬.Â¬
<@Argembarger> go kits go
<@Argembarger> inb4 I write another speedfic
<~kitsWRITINGfuriously> DO IT
<@Argembarger> do you really want this to happen
<@Argembarger> do you remember what happened last time
<@Argembarger> everypony threw up
<~kitsWRITINGfuriously> write about Scootaloo teaching Applebloom how to do magic
<~kitsWRITINGfuriously> or explaining
<~kitsWRITINGfuriously> make it Grimdark
<@Argembarger> and do it all in less than 10 minutes?
<~kitsWRITINGfuriously> She kills Sweetie and takes her horn
<@Argembarger> fine but I'm saying it was all your idea
<@Argembarger> you are going to be personally responsible for whatever shitstorm happens
<DizkitsuneymgNGfuriously> I know!
Written on: September 7, 2011
Blame Kits for all of the following
Scootaloo and Applebloom were walking in Sweet Apple Acres, enjoying the autumn air.
"I wonder where Sweetie is," Applebloom said, "I thought she was going to come with us."
"Oh, I think she was actually taking private magic lessons from Twilight, to see if maybe magic was her cutie mark, or something? She didn't say" Scootaloo responded brightly.
"Oh... Well this stinks. I sure wish we could do magic too, so that we could join her. Cutie Mark Crusaders have gotta stick together!" Applebloom said, glumly.
"I know how to do magic!" Scootaloo shouted.
"Yeah! I know all about it. I can teach you!"
"But Scootaloo. We aren't unicorns."
"Details, details. Come on, it'll be awesome!" Scootaloo laughed.
The two fillies trotted off towards their treehouse, giggling and talking like how they thought wizards would talk.
By the time Sweetie Belle got out of classes, it was well past nightfall. She hadn't expected lessons to take this long. She ran off to Sweet Apple Acres, hoping to catch up with her friends. With any luck, they wouldn't even be mad!
The full moon cast shifting shadows through the rows of apple trees as she navigated her way to the Cutie Mark Crusader tree fort. Her hooves crunched noisily on the dry autumn leaves. Strange insects made unfamiliar sounds in the darkness, and a cold gust of wind caused her to shudder slightly. She couldn't wait to get to the bright, welcoming warmth of their base of operations!
"This is stupid, Scootaloo. I've been clenching my face for hours now, and there isn't any magic happening. I told you, we're not unicorns, we can't do this." Applebloom said, slightly annoyed.
"Yeah, yeah, and I'm telling you it CAN work. Maybe you're just not trying hard enough," Scootaloo said dryly, "or maybe the horn is the problem... hmm...."
"Wait, did you hear that? Somepony is coming!" Applebloom ran to the window and peeked out into the dark orchard. "It's Sweetie Belle!"
"Ah, goodie! Now we can really have some fun!" Scootaloo laughed.
Sweetie Belle saw a dim form move across the glowing window of the treehouse. It looked like Applebloom. Good, she thought, at least they're still here.
She began climbing up the ramp.
The door opened, and Sweetie Belle happily trotted through the doorway.
"Hey, Sweetie Belle, guess what?" Scootaloo said with a sly grin.
"Uh, what's that, Scootaloo?" Sweetie Belle innocently asked.
"Why did the chicken cross the road?"
"Because it was me and I was the chicken and because I needed to get to the other side of the road!"
"That was so stupid, I think it might have killed me."
"Ha ha!" Scootaloo said as she swiped Sweetie Belle's vuvuzela away. "I have your horn now!"
"Oh no my horn how will I do magic"
"Shut up you are dead"
"oh yeah blarg I am dead"
"toot toot on the flute"
"that's a vuvuzela and not a flute, flutealoo"
"shut up you are applebloom"
"oh yeah blarg I am applebloom"
and then scootaloo conjured up a million bits and a new pair of wings that were better than rainbow dashes and also then she was the most powerful in equestria and probably enslaved everypony in a brutal 500 year reign of terror where she bathed in unicorn blood or something gosh I don't know you figure it out